Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Help! ❯ Umm, yeah. ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 4

Umm, yeah.

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I want reviews, although I was surprised to find I had six reviews in little over two days. It took me over a week to get that many for What if...? Of which I've got writer's block on. And my IY story has four, which made me happy, 'cuz when I posted it on iy.net, I've only gotten 3 reviews for it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ < p>"Hi, Grandpa," Gohan gasped out as the Ox King was slowly squishing them in his giant hug.

"Hey, aren't you the Ox King?" One of the classmates, a guy named Steve called out.

"Yes, yes I am," he told the guy, forgetting that he still was squeezing the life out of Gohan, Goku, and Chichi.

"Dad, please," Chichi told him, seeing spots dance in front of her eyes.

"Oh, sorry Chi, sorry guys," he told them, setting the three back down on the ground.

"Gohan," Videl muttered warningly.

"I'll tell you later Videl," he muttered, just loud enough for just them two to hear.

"Chichi, why don't you and Goku show everyone where they can sleep," her father suggested.

"Okay dad, follow us everyone," Chichi called. "Oh, and Gohan, why don't you go and get those two little rascals."

"Both of them? Why do I need to get Trunks?" The guy whined, much to the shock of his classmates.

"Because Bulma's got guests over and she wanted us to watch him so that she'd only have to deal with Vegeta," the matriarch of the Son family informed her son.

"Wait a minute, you keep talking about this Bulma person. Who is she?" Videl asked Gohan, not letting im leave.

"A family friend?" Gohan replied.

"And why does that sound like a question? Well?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips, a demanding glare aimed straight at the poor guy.

"I'll explain later," he answered, looking at his feet to avoid her scary face.

"No, I've been hearing you tell me later all day! I want answers now Son Gohan! Do you hear me! Where are you going? Get back here NOW!" She yelled at him as he flew off, not even fazed by the fact that he was flying. 'Wait a minute, how is he flying?' She wondered.

'Well, duh, I've only been flying since I was a little kid,' she heard someone reply.

'What the h---?' She thought. 'Who are you? And why are you in my head?'

'In your head, not wait just a minute. It's you whose in my head!' The "voice" thought back.

"No, your in my head!" Videl yelled aloud, not realizing that what she'd thought had also been said aloud. Seeing all the stares, she sweat dropped, then promptly fainted.

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Also, as I've stated earlier, this fic is slightly AU, for a few reasons. Such as the Buu saga never happens, but Goku is still alive. The Ox King hasn't kept up his kingdom, but he's still a pretty famous person (actually, I'm not sure, but that may be true. It's been so long since I've seen DBZ. The last time I saw it was when was on Saturday nights after Rurouni Kenshin, which was back in like Nov./Dec./Jan. I still watch GT, and I think it's okay, but I swear if I see Pan's Gambit one more time, I'm going to ki blast all the tvs in the world.)

Hey, while I'm just chatting about things you don't care about here, please check out my fictionpress.com stuff, my account's name is: letgo. (Just like almost all off my other screen names.) I've got three poems and 2 chapters of a completed story up (with many follow up stories.) and out of the poems, you should really check out I'm Not You, because it's a whole lot better and I wrote it for me and not for school like I did Tiger. Spotlight's my newest poem and it's really confusing, but people seem to like it pretty well, only I've gotten one review for it, but about 20 emails from people syaing how much they liked it.