Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You Wouldn't Believe He Wasn't On Drugs ❯ Dragon Radars Dragon Radars Dragon Radars and a Poor Man ( Chapter 4 )

You Wouldn't Believe He Wasn't On Drugs

Gohan sat rubbing his head for a while. The whole world was spinning. It was like a Roller coaster ride. But unfortunately, Roller coasters made him sick, so he threw up all over his shoes. The stuff that came out was a grayish colour, with those little carrot bits in it. But the only problem was that the last time he had had carrots was.... ten, maybe twenty years ago.

And then he remembered. His shoes weren't waterproof.

"SHIT!" he yelled, jumping up. Then, all of a sudden, the sick just... just... disappeared. Good thing too, otherwise he might want to start finding out where those carrots came from. Forgetting about the sick, he finally turned his attentions to the Trunks thing. If it really was a kind of Trunks.

"You alright there?" Trunks asked him with a concerned look on his face.

At this Gohan was amazed. His voice was so smooth! It was so different from the voices of his Trunks. His Trunks' voice was so annoying, so squeaky that it could brake glass, and even expensive China, which happened on a special occasion last year sometime, Bulma wouldn't stop yelling for weeks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Gohan said dusting himself off. But his multi-tasking gene got knock slightly of course with the fall and he wasn't able to stand and brush himself off without falling over. So he fell on his ass, adding a couple more bruises.

The tall Trunksy thing extended a hand and offered it to help Gohan up. Gohan was wary. If he touched the small, annoying, gay Trunks hand, he'd usually be ill for a couple of weeks. But then throwing caution to the wind (which promptly flew back and hit him in the face), he took the offered hand, and hauled himself up.

"So why were you trying to get into my house?" The Trunks-like creature asked. But Gohan was unable to answer. He was to busy staring at him hand. It was weird. He had touched Trunks' hand, and yet, there was nothing left on his own. No snot sticking there, or drool, or left over food, or greasy hair or... or... anything. His hand was clean. Shocked to the bone, he fainted.

The Trunksy thing (Oh hell, lets call him Trunks), stood there, shocked.

"He must have concussion" he told himself. But talking to yourself is one of the first signs of madness... oh, well. Trunks picked Gohan up, and put him on the couch. When Gohan decided to wake up, not that he knew his name was Gohan, he was going to get some answers.

"Trunks?" A voice whispered from the corner of the room. It was a small voice, slightly sweet but mainly high pitched and annoying.

Inwardly, Trunks groaned. He couldn't be bothered with the kid today. It had been a very stressful day. First of all he had to wake up a nine o'clock. NINE dammit!!! And then his evil step mother made him do house work and, while sweeping, he broke a nail! Then this intruder comes. It had been the worst day of his life.

The small, whiny crybaby (who was also a coward), came over to where Trunks was sitting and put his hands on the denim clad knee. But Trunks didn't wear jeans, so it was some other kind of material clad knee. But the THING was touching him!!!!

His day just got even worse. "Whose that?" The little boy asked him, pointing over to where Gohan lay.

But before Trunks could answer the stupid little boys' question, something came crashing into the window. Trunks watched in amazement and three people managed to disentangle themselves from each other. "Wow!!! Let's do that again!!!" said a slightly older boy than the one touching Trunks, who was wearing and orange gi, and was drooling all the way down to his water repelling shoes.

"Oh GOD!!" Now he'd have to clear up all the glass, and not to mention drool!!! The small thing, who had the dragonball hat still on his head, (Okay, it's small, whiny Gohan), wandered over to meet the child who was a little older than him (who we know as that dammned Chibi Goku). Vegeta looked all around the room, for the older, unconcious Gohan to ask him that pathetic question yet again. And Piccolo... not Flute... stood with one foot against the wall, and his arms crossed over his chest, looking very Piccolo-ish.

"HI!!!" Chibi Gohan screamed to the other little boy.

"HI!!!" Chibi Goku screamed in return. "You wanna dance? I know this cool dance! It's called the snoopy dance!!" And he started trying to do the snoopy dance. But alas, since he was so untalented at... well, everything ('cept fighting) he failed miserably.

But when Chibi Gohan tried to do it... well, let's just say it left a lot to be desired.

Meanwhile, Gohan had had the worst nightmare, of which he woke up from, only to see those two trying to do the snoopy dance. The sight was so bad, so horrific, that his eyes were burning. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!" He screamed in agony.

And so he promptly passed out again. The cool Trunks had had enough. (Had had, had had, had had...) "EVERYBODY SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!" Vegeta stopped asking the stupid question. Chibi Goku and Chibi Gohan stopped the crappy attempts at snoopy dancing. Piccolo did nothing. Well except almost die from pain, and the sound of that voice was very VERY loud to his ears. Our Gohan slept on.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!???" He screamed at them. He glared a glared that was close to the glare that only Vegeta could glare. But suddenly he burst into tears, "Look what you've done! The windows broken! My floors been chucked up (the sick reappeared right in front of him) on and drooled on! There are to annoying little kids in my house!!" Chibi Goku and Chibi Gohan didn't notice this comment was aimed at them and promptly started searching through closest, pulling everything out of it's place to find the 'other' annoying kids.

Then, he had an idea. All of a sudden, Chibi Gohan, Chibi Goku, Vegeta and Piccolo found themselves locked in the closet. Luckily it was a special Saiyan/Human/Nammekian proof closet, so nobody could escape. It was also sound proof. At this point, our hero (is he really?) Gohan woke up. Yes, Hero is right, 'cause suddenly Gohan was no longing in his gi with non-existent fly and pocket, but in a black spandex suit, green fabric and a red cape, with a bug-like helmet on. Gohan saw his reflection in the mirror (which had been slightly banged up by the Chibis) and screamed. Looking around in horror, the only person he saw was Trunks. "WHAT ARE YOU? SOME KIND OF SICK FREAK WHO LIKES TO DRESS PEOPLE UP IN WEIRD COSTUMES WHILE THEY'RE UNCONCIOUS?!"

Trunks blinked. "No!!! Um.... it just appeared????" He walked over some drool, and should have slipped over, but cool people don't do things like that. So he didn't slip over. That's good. He walked over to Gohan and pressed the button on his watch. Leaving Gohan naked.

As Gohan felt the clothes disappear off his body and he calmed himself down. Trunks was turning bright red, but Gohan didn't think anything of it because Goku did it all the time. Suddenly, a breeze came from seemingly nowhere and Gohan shivered. Wondering why he was so cold, he looked down.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed. While he was screaming, his clothes came back, somehow, but He didn't realize, so he screamed all the more. Finally, he ran out of breath screaming, so stopped. He turned to Trunks and held out a hand.

"Hi. M'names Gohan."

Trunks' eyes widened. Frantically, he looked from the closet to the man in front of him, wondering how the little Chibi made a copy of himself. "I always knew he was a freak experiment gone wrong." he muttered to himself. Gohan eyed him warily. Talking to yourself was one of the first signs of madness, maybe this Trunks wasn't safe.

"Okaaaay... want some help tidying up?" he offered, seeing all the drool, glass and sick everywhere. His mother would have a fit if she saw this. Thank god he was free from her. And Bulma. And Trunks. Well, the annoying one anyway.

"Sure! Thanks." Trunks said happily.

"Ok, you clean this room and I'll get the others, k?" Gohan said as he walked out of the room with a wave.

"But this is the only dirty one!" ... But Gohan had already left, and was currently searching for the dragon radar.

He searched low and he searched high. Giving up on the high, he landed on the ground, and walked out the hallway into a room, as the radar wasn't high or low in the hallway. The room was a bathroom. Gohan decided that he could do with a nice hot bath, so he drew one up. He then threw away the piece of paper it was drawn on, and turned on the taps for real.

Yes, he did, for you see drawing was not one of Gohan's many talents, in fact the bath only looked like nails scratching on a towel, as he didn't have any paper to draw it on.

So Gohan sat in the bath for about an hour, feeling slightly uncomfortable as something pointy was sticking into his ass. Pulling the thing out from under him, Gohan saw that it was the dragon radar... only problem was, when he sat on it, he broke it.

"Dammit!!!" he swore, but due to censoring, it came out as "******!!!" The radar was also filled with water. He got out, dried himself, and left ink all over as he used the towel he drew on, then got dressed. Doing up the non existent fly, he then shoved the broken, wet radar into his non existent pocket, and walked out of the bathroom.

Walking out of the bathroom, he stepped on something. Looking at his foot he saw that he had stepped on another dragon radar. "You broke it!!!" Trunks screamed as he came up the hallway. "We only have two of those you know!!"

"****!" Gohan said but another censor came along and beeped it. Feeling slightly peed off, he stomped out of CC and down a street where a poor man was selling all sorts of things from watches, to tickets, to dragon radars, to kites. God knows why this man was poor, but he was.

So he bought one. Then another one, as he felt bad about breaking both of the ones at CC. Then he realized why the man was so poor. He was giving the stuff away fro free. The man obviously didn't know what money was, as he looked quite insulted when Gohan offered him some. Then he snoopy danced all the way back to the CC, as he was feeling slightly more happy now.

Knocking on the CC door, he waited till Trunks answered, then threw the Dragon radar to him and flew off, he was going to find the dragon balls if it killed him… maybe not killed… maybe just hurt badly.

MiraiGee-Chan: hmmm.... wat to say, wat to say...

Android 71: Dunno. Maybe we should quesion our sanity?

MiraiGee-Chan: HI sanity!!! whose ur fav. character?

Android 71: Sanity: Mr Popo.

MiraiGee-Chan: but mr popo's gay!!! hes all like 'oooo i hav a magic carpet! im better than u!!!'

Android 71: Sanity: Mr Popo do not lie!

MiraiGee-Chan: i didnt say he lied! i just said that he's gay

Android 71: Sanity: Mr Popo love Kami.

MiraiGee-Chan: my point exactly

MiraiGee-Chan: and dende

MiraiGee-Chan: stupid perve

Android 71: Lets stop questioning our sanity now... I'm rather worried.

MiraiGee-Chan: really? i not!! *starts dancing*

Android 71: *blinks, tries to snoopy dance, fails.*

MiraiGee-Chan: haha!! *tries to snoopy dance, succeeds but does not hav the right puh-zang like gohan does*

Android 71: Right, thats it. We have to buy some puh-zang, now.

MiraiGee-Chan: *runs off to store*

MiraiGee-Chan: *runs back when she realizes she could just buy it from the poor guy*

Android 71: Yeah! For free!!! *gets some puh-zang* How do we get it to work?

MiraiGee-Chan: maybe we should try to figure out how to get it open *curses* stupid child proof lids..

Android 71: *has a tantrum and throws it on the ground*

MiraiGee-Chan: *shrugs and joins in throwing bottle onto ground too*

Android 71: *beats fists and feet on the floor... etc with classic Tantrum stuff*