Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo, and Buu, and Beelzemon, Oh My! ❯ Oh My ( Chapter 3 )

Ok, for starters, my bathroom is like a small walk-in closet. It's so small that only me, my little sister and maybe my mom can fit in it at the same time. One reason is because most of the space is taken up by the toilet, the tub, counter and sink, and two bookshelves that held all the shampoo, scrunchies, some little decorations, and all the face cleaning stuff.

I broke out with acne when I was twelve, I believe. My mom doesn't know that I try to NOT use it. The crap stings and burns. It isn't as bad now as it was before. I just got little pink scars from where each had healed, though you can't really see them.

What I saw squirming, grunting, and cursing on my floor would have made me faint, but I didn't cause it's hard to. There were three guys cussing each other out. Even though they were on the floor, they seemed huge!

"ARGH, get off me!!!" A deep, yet very familiar voice shouted.

"Screw you! Get off ME!" Another familiar voice shouted back.

"Alright, Gallantmon. If ya dun' remove your metal ass from my back, I'm gunna rip your brains out . . . if ya got any!" That voice was also familiar. I then noticed that I didn't have my glasses on. They must have fallen off when I had nearly jumped out of my skin from that bolt of lightening.

I quickly ran back to the study in search of my glasses. I'm nearly blind without them so that's why I found them by nearly stepping on them. I quickly bent down to retrieve them and ran back to my bathroom, putting them on, on the way.

When I reached my bathroom again, I stopped dead in my tracks. Now that I could see clearly again, I saw the strangers standing away from each other. Each snarling and sneering and showing off a nice set of fangs. They were all tall, just as I feared. I gasped, causing them to all turn to me and I slapped my hand over my mouth.

Clad in black with his purple helmet and blood red eyes stood Beelzemon, he hands already gripping his guns. One was pointed at the green guy with the cape, Piccolo, and the other aiming at Super Majin Buu with his nice shade of pink, just like on the show.

"Oh. My. God."

"Who the hell are you? More yet, who the hell are all of you?!!" Beelzemon shouted in that sexy accent of his. I blinked a few times, not believing what I was seeing.

"I'm the all mighty Super Buu." Beelzemon did a quick do over as Buu puffed out his chest in a manner of showing off that he had power and wasn't afraid to show it.

"More like the all mighty Pink Crayon!" Beelzemon said, smirking. Buu fumed.

"WHAT?!! How dare you talk that way to me?! Well, at least I'm not a three eyed lizard."

"It's better than being a stick of gum!" Beelzemon shot back. Piccolo was dusting himself off, so he didn't seemed all that interested in jumping in. I coughed, trying to break up the fight. The last thing I wanted was my tub being thrown around or having bullet holes in the wall.

They didn't seem to hear me so I shouted, "Hey! SHUT. UP!!!" That brought seven eyes my way. I backed up a little.

"Er . . . um . . . h-hi! I'm Kristen. Why are you three get in my bathroom?" They looked at each other then back at me. They all shrugged. If I were an anime character, I would've probably had a sweatdrop on the back of my head. A thought then struck me.

"Oh! I get it now. I'm dreaming! Yeah, I'm just imagining things!"

"You're not the only one, toots," Beelzemon muttered, leaning against my counter.

"What was I thinking? Like mom and dad would leave me here, by myself, to take care of the house while they relaxed in Florida! Oh, boy am I dreamin'! Especially seeing how the hottest guys of two cartoons are standing here in my bathroom!"

"Hey! I ain't no cartoon!" Beelzemon shouted. I turned to him, shaking my finger.

"Ah, that's what you think! You, Beelzemon, are the main star attraction of the third season of Digimon. In my opinion anyway. As for Buu, you're the coolest villain in DBZ. Same goes for you, too, Piccolo! It really sucks that you have to have small lines though."

"Hey how do you know my name?!" They shouted at me.

"I already told you! You're cartoon characters! From cartoons that I happened to watch daily! What? You think I'm lying?"

"What proof do we have that you aren't lying, kid?" Asked Piccolo. I blinked a few times before grinning.

"Oh, I've got PLENTY of proof. In my room!" I walked back out of the bathroom and plopped down on my messed up bed. Piccolo, Buu and Beelzemon looked around as if they were at Disney Land or something.

"And I thought Ai and Mako's room was bad," muttered Beelzemon. I could feel heat rise into my cheeks. Look, I'm not a person who likes to keep their room neat 24/7, but I'm not the type who would stuff things in drawers and say that it's clean either. Eventually I end up cleaning it when it becomes too messy or if I have nothing else to do.

My mom says every time 'You know, I don't ask much from you. I don't ask you to do the laundry or the dishes or dust the house. All I ask is that you keep your bedroom nice and neat. What's going to happen when you get your own house? Are you going to treat it like you do your room now?'

That's when she tries to convince me to clean it up. When she's pissed off and sees that my room is a wreck, she'll say 'You're a slob, you know that? Every single day I find coke cans everywhere, clothes on the floor, objects you used the day before scattered all over the place! I'll never understand you, Kristen. Mitchell's room is always neat, why can't yours be the same huh?'

Now hearing Beelzemon, the coolest and hottest digimon around, state that my room was awful just made me feel rotten inside. I mean, Ai and Mako are-what?-6 years old and I'm 14? I coughed a few times before turning to Beelzemon.

"Yeah, I know. I get enough of that from my mom, ok? You don't have to tell me what my room looks like." He gave me a look that made me cringe slightly. I just remembered that this Beelzemon still held a grudge against humans and I was digging my own grave by smarting off to him.

'Damn, all three of them don't have a liking for humans! Ugh! What did I do to deserve this? I mean it's so freakin', but not if I'm going to fear for my life every second of the day!' I thought to myself.

Piccolo was looking at the action figures on my bookshelf and Buu was taking quick glances at the movies behind the action figures. Bad thing was I didn't have anything to prove that Beelzemon wasn't real! As much as I love the guy, I just couldn't find any movies with him in it or action figures!

"So you're saying that were nothing, but cartoons? Made up by some guy to entertain little kids?" growled Piccolo. I nodded once and backed up a little. Rule #1: Don't piss Piccolo off. Buu was unusually quiet the whole time.

"I dun see any proof that I'm made up!" Beelzemon grumbled, crossing his arms. My cheeks burned. I clenched my hands together behind my back as I tried to explain to Beelzemon.

"Well, um . . . the thing is Beelzemon, I don't have anything of you." I could see a flicker of anger in those red eyes of his. I also saw something else. Disappointment? Hurt? I wouldn't blame him! I mean, either the stuff in my room was of cats, stuffed animals, or DBZ stuff!

"Ok, so I don't have anything of you, Beelzemon, but you're still the coolest!" Beelzemon blinked then shrugged. He walked over to my snake tank and looked in it.

"What do ya got in here?" he asked, tapping the glass lightly. I walked over and pointed to Angel in the back. Beelzemon immediately jumped away.

"What? You don't like snakes?" I asked, a little surprised he did that. Beelzemon was a big, bad biker. I'd hate to learn that he was all talk. Beelzemon rubbed his arm, a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Eh, I'm just not fond of snakes." I laughed. So he was scared of Angel huh? I slipped the lid out and grabbed her. I closed the lid and lifted her to him.

"Gah! Keep it away!" Beelzemon backed up into the wall. Buu and Piccolo turned and looked at what was going on. I don't know why people are so afraid of small pythons. I put her back and watched Beelzemon relax. Well, I could always use that weakness against him if he threatened me or anything.

"And the little critter in the tank below is a Rose-Hair Taranchula. His name is Vegeta." Piccolo arched a brow and smirked some.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, but I have my cat named after you." He looked curious now. I smiled and pointed to the white cat curled up on my bed

"Mr. Piccolo, meet Piccolo!" Piccolo crossed his arms and watched as my cat lifted his head at his name. Rolling my eyes, I walk out of the room and into the kitchen.

I stood there for a moment, looked into my room and turned back. I jumped up and screamed in joy. I started a little dance around the island (A/N: it's actually a stove with a bar to it where you can sit at it ^^) I made it back to my door again and stopped.

I looked at the doorway and felt heat rise to my cheeks. All three anime characters were staring at me with looks that read 'is it me, or is she a little crazy?' I couldn't help it. It was happening. I could tell my summer was about to get very interesting!

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