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Date Posted: 18:10:17 11/11/03 Tue
Author: No name
Subject: Re: Okay, many things to do, very little time.
In reply to: Enigmatic Blood Angel 's message, "Okay, many things to do, very little time." on 16:55:10 11/11/03 Tue

I said I would host this one, and I won’t let my damned parents stop me!

Special Sayin Fleet MST
‘Amanda’s Hallowthanksmasukwah Party’
By: ALF, Kakkarot Lover, Jessie PFFA and an author whose name I don’t remember


On board the spaceport Vegita, there are docked three ships. The main ship of the fleet is the Sayin Queen and is used for big fics and large groups. The secondary one is the Sayin Prince, used when the Sayin Queen is in maintenance. Then, there is the Sayin King. It is used only for Behind the Scenes fics, or small groups. The team for these ships, all nine regulars, are here of their own free will, although I don’t own them, except for Amanda, Tay and Fage belong to friends of mine. The guest, on the other hand, may or may not be there willingly. Today, we are on Sayin Queen, preparing for the party.


~~Scene opens with eight members of the team putting up traditional Hallowthanksmasukwah decorations (Which are mostly Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Wiccan decorations). However, two members are conspicuously missing.~~
Amanda: (Over comm) CLEAN! CLEAN, MY MINIONS!
Vegita: (Dressed as Aragorn, son of Arathorn from Lord of the Rings) Amanda’s gone crazy again.
Ryoko: (Dressed as Claire Kincaid from Law & Order) No, her crazy is just more visible today.
Mai: (Dressed as a Harpy Lady) Have we even seen her costume yet?
Vegita: I haven’t. She just said “Dress as Aragorn, or I’ll kill you.”
Tenchi: (As he lights the butt load of candles, dressed as Jack McCoy from Law & Order) I have a question: Why are Ryoko and I dressed as live action people?
James: (Hanging popcorn garlands, dressed as Kenshin Himura) Because of the author’s recent fascination with L&O and L&O: SVU.
Fage: (Dragging the Yule log, dressed as Pippin from Lord of the Rings) At least you aren’t a Hobbit.
Tayliana: (Dressed as Dark Chii) You’re the funny Hobbit, though.
Jessi: (Comes in, dressed as Kaoru) Well, Jessica’s with Brock and Mina. (Looks around) Where th’ hell’s Amanda and VJ?
Ryoko: They had to welcome Rayn.
Fage: The Elf/Wicca dude?
Tenchi: Yep.
~~At that moment, Amanda, VJ, and an unknown male appear. Amanda is dressed as Arwen Und—miel, daughter of Elrond, with Golden Sun ever at her side. VJ is dressed as a very convincing Legolas Greenleaf, with Rowen’s quiver and bow on his back. The male has a demonic wolf costume on with a tiny fake goblin on his back.~~
VJ: Uncle Rayn, you look like you should be on all fours.
Rayn: Yeah. And... sorry about glomping you.
VJ: It’s okay. I didn’t realize my glamour worked so well.
Amanda: (Looks around) Where is everyone?
Vegita: I don’t know.
Amanda: (Looks closely at Vegita) Vegi, you aren’t wearing your necklace.
Vegita: (Muttering) Only girls wear necklaces.
Amanda: Vegita, you are dressed as one of my ancestors, and thus you will wear the gift his wife, who gave up immortality for him, gave him!
Vegita: (Putting on the necklace) Rayn, I hate you.
Rayn: What’d I do?
Amanda: (Complaining to Fage) Were we too cheap to hire Spider-Man to put up the webs this year?!
Vegita: You encouraged her to dig up her ancestry. Now she KNOWS she’s blood royalty. (As Amanda) Isildur’s heiress! I’m part Elf! I’m royalty without you, Vegi! (Normal) Then there’s the Wicca thing. She’s up studying all night now! I’m not getting laid anymore! (Everyone stares at Amanda, who just hits him)
Rayn: Your marital problems are not my...
{[“Boss! De plane! De plane!”]}
Amanda: (Squeals) Iggy! Duncan! Sephi-chan! (Rushes off)
Tenchi: She certainly likes Sephiroth, doesn’t she?
Ryoko: Well, they did become pretty good friends when Amanda kidnapped him before he killed Aeris. (Notes Vegita’s confused look) Iggy wanted Sephiroth for his birthday. I think he liked Amanda’s wings.

[Iggy and Red’s teams enter]

{[“Prepare for trouble!”]}

[Star’s team enters]

Amanda: Hi everybody! It’s my year to host, so standard rules apply. I’m willing to be a little lax on the language this MST. Meaning you can say shit now without getting bleeped. But only that one. And since the theater is way too small, we’re in the holodeck, and it’s set up as a drive-in on a warm Florida beach. Oh, and that’s Rayn. You know him better as Eldarian.

{{UTHER!}}

Amanda: Let’s go. (Everyone enters the holodeck)

(Seating, L-R:
CAR ONE: Star, Death Giver, Duncan, Iggy, Amanda, Vegita, Sephiroth, Red Angel
CAR TWO: Tenchi Masaki, Ryoko Masaki, James RockŹt, Jessi Smith-RockŹt, Fage, VJ, Mai Valentine, Tayliana, Rayn
CAR THREE: Rosary Mikale, Liam DuBarre, Vash-No-Usagi, Ashur Ketchum and Pikachu, Rei Ayanami, Patamon, Akane Tendo, ANUBIS
CAR FOUR: Kiati, Chad, Silver, Selm, Juri, Yusuke Urameshi, Motoko Aoyama, Minnie-May, Strider Hiryu
CAR FIVE: Solid Snake, Guido Anchovy, Luffy D. Monkey, Menace, Lupin III, Jet Black, Otacon, Seras Victoria)

COSTUME ROLL CALL!
SAYIN FLEET MSTERS-

Amanda Vegita-Williams Hashiba: “Arwen, Lord of the Rings.”
Prince Vegita: “Aragorn, Lord of the Rings.”
Prince Vegita Vegita Jr Hashiba: “Legolas, Lord of the Rings.”
Mai Valentine: “Harpy Lady, Yu-Gi-Oh!.”
Fage: “Pippin, Lord of the Rings.”
Tayliana Harusaki: “Dark Chii,
Ryoko Masaki: “Claire Kincaid, Law & Order.”
Tenchi Masaki: “Jack McCoy, Law & Order.”
Jessi Smith-RockŹt: “Kaoru, Rurouni Kenshin.”
James RockŹt: “Kenshin Himura, Rurouni Kenshin.”
Our guest: Rayn Starfire: “A warg, Lord of the Rings.”

DREAM TIME MSTERS-

P.R.I.G.V. ARMITAGE CREW-

XMS APOCALYPSE STAR CREW-



MILLENNIUM BLACKOUT
A DBZ Shortie December 30, 1999 by ALF

VJ: That freaky puppet from the Eighties?
Amanda: Goddess, I hope not.

DISCLAIMERS: Everyone knows and no one cares, am I right? ~_^
WARNINGS: Poor Goku has the stomach flu,

Vegita: Sayins don’t get Earth diseases. Diseases from the Digiworld, yes, but not from Earth!

so if you don’t like barf scenes, then do your stomach a favor! ~_^
****
Vegeta and Trunks sat on the couch in the living room by the little refreshment stand, bored to no end while familiar faces slowly seeped through the doors.

James: (As Bulma) Look! It’s my pimp, Alabaster! *BONK! SLASH! KRACKOW! POW! KABONG! “Ole!” KLONG! ZAP! KAZAKAZAKAZAKAZAKA! SLAM! BLAM! ZOOM! “HARPY LADIES, ATTACK!”*

Bulma was throwing a little New Year’s party for family and friends, but both father and child had to agree that there were better things to do with their time.

Vegita: Killing Bulma.
VJ: (As Trunks) Screwing Goten.

Krillin watched quietly at a distance while munching on a cookie as the Saiyan no Ouji and his lavender-haired son sighed at the exact same instant in the exact same way.

Jessi: (To Vegita) I knew you would corrupt him someday.

Both leaned their heads back on the couch for a moment. Then they both watched, bored, as Bulma’s mother pranced by happily, listening to music on her headphones. Both leaned their heads back on the couch.
“Lighten up, you guys,” Krillin suggested. “It’s New Year’s Eve! Just a few more hours until a new day, a new year, a new decade, a new century, and a new millennium!”

All: Whoop-di-doo.

“Big whoop,” Vegeta commented sarcastically. Perhaps he could amuse himself by having a little midget punching bag for a while. Yeah, that would keep him busy...
“Okaasan, when is Goten gonna get here?” Trunks asked as his mother walked by. “He’s late

James: (As Trunks) For our date.
Rayn: Are we gonna get some Goten/Trunks action?
Tayliana: Probably not.
Rayn: Damn.

.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll get here soon enough,” was Bulma’s reply.
Vegeta snorted. “He’d better. His mother is suppose to arrive with all the *good* food. I’m starved.”
Bulma crossed her arms and glared at the careless prince expectantly. “And what’s wrong with my cooking?

Ryoko: It’s worse than Shin Washu’s, Misato Katsuragi’s, Usagi Tsukino’s, C-Ko Kotobuki’s, and my cooking COMBINED!

I made all the refreshments here and the soup in the kitchen. There’s plenty of it, so eat up, Mr. Bottomless Pit!”

Amanda: (Looking a tad green) Let’s not and say he did. I was shocked to find out he EATS!

Vegeta smirked, knowing that Bulma would explode at any moment. “Let’s face it, woman, you’re cooking is pretty bad.”
“I’ll say,” Krillin added, cringing as he placed a half-eaten cookie back on the table.
Bulma’s dark blue eyes flashed dangerously at another, and not so intimidating, target to lunge at. “Well, CHOW DOWN, PICKY, BECAUSE THIS IS ALL YOU’RE GONNA GET! You know, a dog just crapped in the yard not too long ago and the stupid owner never bothered to pick it up. The pile’s waiting for you, Krillin, GO EAT THAT!!”
The little guy’s eyes widened bigger than the saucers holding Bulma’s putrid sweets as his lips quavered nervously. “OK, OK,” he uttered as he reached for his cookie and crammed the rest of it in his mouth.
Vegeta snickered in the background. He loved it when Bulma got frisky. Trunks still moped over his lap, awaiting the arrival of his best friend.
Shrill, high-pitched piercing laughter suddenly filled the household as Yamcha entered the scene, a hyper, bubbly girl hanging on to his arm as if letting go of him would end her life. She was blonde, with bright blue eyes and lips coated in bright pink lip-stick. The fluorescent glow of her wide, grinning mouth matched the equally bright pink leather outfit she was wearing: a leather shirt, a leather skirt, and leather boots. She managed to move a hand far enough away from Yamcha to wave at everyone, smacking loudly on her bright-pink bubble-gum. Yamcha himself looked absolutely miserable, and blinded from standing next to the brightly-colored girl too long. Her grip was surprisingly strong for such a person.
“Hi, everyone! I’m Sunshine, Yamcha-poo’s new honey! Nice to meet all of you!” No one could tell what was worse, her laugh or her equally annoying voice. Her wild eyes fell upon the unguarded Trunks. “Ooh!” she squealed in delight. “I just LOVE children!” Sunshine pranced over to the suddenly alarmed chibi, bent down, and grasped his cheeks firmly with her fingers. “Oh, how adorable!” she squeaked, stretching his skin painfully in all sorts of directions. She bent first one knee and then another in a pattern as she tortured the squirming kid, her little pink-covered rump shifting with her movements.
“Hoo, now that’s one bright ass!” Kamisennin commented as he walked by.
Bulma leaned precariously over to Yamcha. “When did you pick *that* up?” she whispered.
Yamcha sighed depressingly. “Last night at a night-club. I think I was drunk at the time. She hasn’t left since. I can’t even take a piss without her around! And my eyes hurt. Yesterday she was wearing bright orange.”
Bulma supressed a giggle. Yamcha. Figures.
Sunshine finally pried her pinching fingers away from poor Trunks, looking up at a now-alarmed Vegeta. She burst into a fit of ear-splitting giggles. “Look at that hair!” she said. “Check out the do, dude! I’ve never seen anything like it!” She broke into another fit of head-grinding laughter. “How much mousse do you use? Can I touch it?” She moved a tentative finger towards the now-appalled saiyan. He glared at her with dangerously gleaming eyes, a low growl escaping his throat. Sunshine stopped and blinked for a second. Then she burst into more torturous laughter. “He sounds just like a little puppy-dog, how cute!” She bounced back over to Yamcha, never noticing Vegeta’s rising middle finger. “But my little Yamcha-wamcha’s hair is much better, isn’t that right my little hunky-poo?” She rubbed his head affectionately while she puckered her lips to his cheek. Yamcha blushed miserably, wishing for the presence of Puar. Sunshine had cuddled the poor cat too hard, conking the suffocated thing out for a while. Trunks’s cheeks were starting to feel the affects of Puar’s misfortunes.
“Here, have a cookie,” Krillin offered quickly, holding one out to her.
Sunshine stared. “Oh, thank you little munchkin!” She took the cookie and grinded off a big, eager bite. She chewed for a bit and then her eyes suddenly shot up to her hairline. “Oh my, I think I need to sit down.” She flopped on a reclining chair, stunned to sweet silence.
“Bulma, did I ever tell you how wonderful your cooking was?” Vegeta said.
Krillin nodded in agreement. “Yeah, really.”
Just then a stumbling Goku entered the room, a worried and irritated-looking Chichi behind her. “Hi, everybody,” Goku exclaimed, trying to flash his best smile on a pale green-shaded face.
“Goku, you shouldn’t be here,” Chichi stressed. “You’re sick, remember? Now for the millionth time, let’s turn back.”
“Aw, but I just want to see all my friends.” Goku suddenly veered off into the kitchen, a pause followed by the sound of strained vomiting emitted.
“Where’s the food?” Vegeta asked expectantly.
“I’m sorry, you guys,” Chichi said, sighing. “I had my hands full already, trying to get Goku not to come to this party. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him sick, so I don’t know what he’s got. It’s really weird.”
Everyone expressed their sympathies while Vegeta scowled in the news of no additional food. Trunks and Goten didn’t seem to care as they chattered happily away over Goten’s new video-game.
“Yeah, let’s go play it!” Trunks said as the two boys scurried across the room.
Kamisennin walked by, coming to investigate the new arrivals. “Oi, is that Lara Croft?” he asked, catching a glimpse of the video-game’s cover. “Let me take a look at that, boys...a closer...look...”
Bulma rolled her eyes. “Speaking of perverts, where’s Oolong?”
Kamisennin chuckled. “I told him that I learned you got some new Victoria’s Secret lingerie. He’s probably up there in your room, checking it out. He’s making a collection.”
Bulma shot the old man an icy glare, then she trudged through the room and up the stairs to catch a certain little pig.
Goku re-emerged from the kitchen, looking queasy and miserable. “Sorry, guys, my stomach’s just a little messed up. I’ll be better in a minute, really.”
“Well, you’d better get better soon!” Yajirobi walked into the room, chowing down on a rather large bowl of Bulma’s pea soup. “No one here wants *your* super-saiyan germs. It’ll probably kill any normal human. Except for the great Yajirobi, that is.”
“What’s that?” Goku asked, looking wearily at his fat friend’s bowl. It was the first time anyone had caught a look of uneasiness on Goku’s face while he was looking at food.
Yajirobi slurped down a noisy spoon-full of the thick green broth. “It’s Bulma’s pea soup, I think. It would be the worst thing I’ve ever tasted if I hadn’t run out of potato-chips earlier. It smells and tastes like vomit.”
Goku’s face suddenly fell into a shade of green almost matching the soup. He streaked back to the kitchen to relieve himself of what was rising rapidly within him.
“Gosh, poor guy,” Krillin said sympathetically.
Yamcha nodded. “It’s the weirdest thing to see *Goku* sick for once, eh?”
“Yeah. Maybe Vegeta will be next.”
Bulma marched down the stairs, tugging a squirming Oolong behind her by the ear. “Ow, Bulma, let go already! I’ll stop, I’ll stop!”
“The hell you will!” She raised Oolong up and onto Sunshine’s lap. “Here’s a cute little pig for ya.”
The seemingly glowing girl snapped out of her trance and squealed with joy. “Oh, it’s a cute little piggy! Can I call you Babe? Your ears are so adorable!” Everyone snickered as they watched Oolong try desperately to escape the wrath of the fluorescent-pink animal suffocator.
Krillin turned his attention elsewhere. “Oi Bulma, do you think you’re ready for Y2K? I hope so with all the technology you’ve got.”
“What do you take me for, *stupid*? Of course I’m ready! I’m more ready than everybody else on this entire planet! I spent the entire week preparing for something that probably won’t happen, just in case it does happen.”
“If it won’t happen, then why would you act like it would?”
Bulma rolled her eyes. “Because I’m smart and you’re not, THAT’s why!”
“Geez, cranky,” Krillin muttered under his breath.
Chichi entered the room, still looking nervous but also a little relieved. “I called the doctor. He should be here any moment to check up on Goku.”
“Good,” Bulma stated. “We’ll get him better in a jiffy.”
“I hope so,” Goku replied as he dragged himself slowly into the room. He wearily took a seat right in the middle of the couch. Everyone near him politely moved, staying as far away from the potentially contagious warrior as much as humanly, or saiyanly, possible.
“Well,” Chichi finished as she unconsciously watched Goten and Trunks play their PC game, Kamisennin peering eagerly over their shoulders, “all we have to do is wait.”
****
The doctor stepped in the room, surveying the scene around him. Strangers everywhere were either dancing to music, quietly watching TV, playing computer games, or simply talking and eating. A typical party, considering that the lone guy at the center of a large couch was barfing uncontrollably into a very large metal bowl. “Ah, Son Goku, I presume?”
Chichi stepped impatiently in front of him. “Yes?”
“Ah, Mrs. Son. I’m Dr. Hashber. You specifically requested for my help.”
“Oh, yes, yes, Doctor. My husband’s horribly sick, although he, heh, refuses to admit it. I gave him tons of flu medicine just before he rushed over here and it doesn’t seem to be working.”
“Hmm, I see.” Dr. Hashber stepped up to the fatigued Goku, whipping out his trusty stethoscope and medicine bag. “You say he’s, what you call, a saiyan, Mrs. Son?” he muttered as he went through a routine examining procedure.
Chichi nodded. “You know about saiyans?”
“Well, they’ve only been on the news on and off every once in a while, trying to destroy the world, as they say. I think saiyans are just an advanced form of us *homo-sapiens*. I humbly like to call them *oozaru-sapiens* myself.”
Vegeta gave the doctor an evil eye, crossing his arms and emitting a stubborn little *hmph.* “I’d like to call you shit-under-my-boot-sapiens. Smelly, disgusting, and annoying as hell.”
Dr. Hashber only chuckled as he put away his tools, patting the slouching Goku on the back. “You should talk. If my assumptions are correct, you saiyans excrete more body-odor, dump more waste, and store more plaque between the teeth.”
Vegeta clenched his fists together, gathering up a bit of ki in a rapid pace. “Why, I ought-to--”
“Mrs. Son, I think what you husband needs is a shot.”
Goku’s head snapped up, clearly recognizable fear shining in his eyes. “Did you say *shot*?!”
Dr. Hashber glanced calmly at Goku as he rummaged around in his bag. “Why yes, I did. Shot, needle, injection, whatever you want to call it.”
But to Goku, the doctor had said ‘Piercing, digging, pain, however you want to be tortured.’ “Oh, please don’t give me a shot,” the world’s strongest fighter begged, dropping down on his knees. “I’ll drink ten-million gallons of that horrible-tasting stuff, just *please* don’t give me a shot!”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he watched Goku’s act of plead. His mind wandered for a brief moment until an evil little smirk slowly spread across his face. Yes...a shot...this millennium stuff may have it’s good effects after all...
****
“Vegeta, one minute until midnight!” Bulma called. “Hurry up!”
“I’ll be there in a second, woman. Just hold on!” Vegeta crept into one of the rooms where Dr. Hashber was preparing the medicine for Goku’s shot. The doctor had been specifically instructed by Chichi to prepare the medication away from Goku’s presence and to get as close to him as possible without letting him know of the needle. Well, Vegeta had slightly different plans. Same purpose, but with a little more action...
The stealthy saiyan crept behind the doctor, unnoticed as the final test of the syringe was made. “Did I ever tell you that the human race is weaker, noisier, and filled with bakas?”
The doctor turned around at the source of the noise, only to see a flash of light in front of his eyes, and then sudden darkness. Vegeta smirked down at the unconscious doctor. “On to step two.” He carefully picked up the prepared syringe, chuckling as he crept quietly back to the scene of action.
****
Everyone crammed themselves around the TV and/or the clock with drinks in their hands, ready to toast. The kids had glasses of sparkling apple cider and Goku was prepared for another mouth-full of vomit. Everyone held their breath as the last five seconds ticked by, awaiting the big cheer, when all the lights suddenly went out. The hum of household electrical appliances died away and everyone fell into stunned silence in the pitch darkness.
“Bulma, I thought you said you were ready for Y2K.”
“Shut up, Krillin, of course I am! It’s just a shortage, that’s all.”
“Well, OK. It just seems odd that everything would shut off right at midnight. I--ow, something bit my head! Wow, everything is spinning now...”
*thump*
“Damn. Missed. I guess that wasn’t Kakarotto. Well, I think I still have some left...”
“Vegeta, what just happened?”
*ear-splitting laughter.* “Oh, you are such a naughty old man!”
“Sunshine?”
“Yes, Yamcha, my honey-bunches of good-lookin’?”
“Are you with...?”
“Wow, not only is your ass bright, but it’s squeezably soft, too!”
*more ear-splitting giggles.* “Oh, stop, you’re too much.”
“I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“I already am.” vomiting noises.*
“Damn you, Kakarotto, that was my foot you puked on!”
“Oh, sorry Vegeta. Couldn’t see it.”
“Ow! Papa, what’d you poke me with? I--” *thump.*
“Damn. Missed again.”
“Trunks? Are you alive?”
“This soup tastes worst than usual, you guys. It’s colder, too.”
“Probably because YOU’VE EATEN TOO MUCH, Yajirobi!”
“I know that now, Bulma, since I can’t find the bathroom.”
“Hold on, you guys. I know I left my screw-driver somewhere. Let me feel around for it, I think I left it on the coffee-table...”
“Wow, Chichi. I know it’s dark, but please, I’m sick! Quit touching me!”
“Oh, Kami, I’m so sorry, Goku! And this is Bulma, not Chichi. I was just looking for my screw-driver...”
“BULMA, ARE YOU HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH KAKAROTTO?!!”
“Of course not! How could you think of such a thing?! I--”
The lights suddenly filled the room with their brightness, the sounds of the familiar electrical hum wavering back to life. Trunks and Krillin lay sprawled on the floor, immune to Goku’s flu and happily snoozing. The biggest, widest, luckiest grin was plastered on Kamisennin’s face as Sunshine sat comfortably on his lap. Goku took another vomit on Vegeta’s foot, his barf-bowl surprisingly missing.
Bulma almost looked as though she were going to puke herself. “Ugh, Yajirobi, that is NOT my pea soup!”
Yajirobi paused in mid-slurp and glanced down at his bowl. “SOMEBODY SWAPPED BOWLS!! Oh, Dende, I think I’m gonna be SICK! I can’t believe this! I *knew* the soup tasted different! Goku, you’re soup is BAD!! Oh, MAN!” Yajirobi spent his energy frantically wiping his tongue with his fingers. “Somebody give me some water...”
“Well, Happy New Year,” Bulma announced wearily. “Someone help me clean up the mess.”
****
“Good party, huh?” Yamcha said as he and everyone else slowly made their way to the front exit. He side-stepped to allow Juuhachigou to drag her still-sleeping husband through the door.
Bulma gave a little nod. “Yeah, when you cut out all the vomiting and so-forth.”
“Yeah, well, see you later.”
“Wait, what about Sunshine? Didn’t you two come here together?”
Yamcha laughed. “You wouldn’t believe this, but she dumped me for Muten Roshi! For once, though, I don’t mind getting dumped. I don’t mind at all!” Yamcha stepped through the doorway and took off alone, and happy.
Kamisennin and Sunshine were the next to step up, the brightly-colored girl clinging on to Roshi’s arm just as she had Yamcha’s. Unlike Yamcha, however, the old man gave no signs of protest.
“Oi, where are you going with all my cookies?” Bulma demanded, noticing that Sunshine had bagged every single little crumb of the cookies from the living room.
“Oh, I just wanted to say how much of a brilliant cook you are,” the girl answered admiringly, grinning from ear to ear while smacking noisily away at her gum. “I took one bite out of that cookie the little munchkin gave me, and I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven! I wanted to eat some more, but this figure doesn’t come naturally; I’ll have to eat these moderately. But can I please have these?”
Bulma blinked, stunned speechless by Sunshine’s sunny comments. “Oh, um, sure, go ahead...” she stammered at last. *Is she serious? No wonder she’s going home with Roshi!* “Well, uh, bye you two.”
“Later, Bulma,” Kamisennin replied. “This man’s gonna get lucky tonight, eee-hee-hee!”
Sunshine giggled in her squeaky way. “That’s right, my little cutey-wutey, baby Kamisennin-poo.” She lifted his hat to kiss the top of his head, then she rubbed it lovingly with her fingertips. The two sauntered off, ass-in-hand.
Then came the crashing sounds and the desperate cries for help as Bulma turned, wondering what all the noise was. It was all coming from the living room.
“Oh, somebody help me, please!” said Goku’s voice over the crashing sounds of breaking objects. “I don’t want to die! Please, Chichi! Gohan! Goten!”
More crashing sounds and then a startled gasp. “Goku!” It was Chichi’s voice. “You just ran over Goten! Goten, sweetie, are you OK?”
“I’m sorry, Goten,” came Goku’s rushed voice. “It’s just that--ah, no, PLEASE don’t come near me!”
More crashing noises followed by a “Vegeta! Help me corner him!” That was Dr. Hashber’s voice. Where was he all night?
The sounds of undeliberate vandalism were constant, as well as the pleas of help from Goku. Then the unmistakable, evil, gleeful laugh of Vegeta rose up above everything else. *Boy, he must be enjoying himself,* Bulma thought flatly.
“Come here, Kakarotto. We’re not gonna hurt you...much. This will please me more than it will please you.”
“Nooooo!!” Goku’s battered head suddenly popped out of the doorframe. He reached for Bulma, his eyes widened and desperate. Then a gloved hand, Vegeta’s hand, grasped his hair, and yanked the poor man back in the little room of horrors. More screaming, more crashing, then...silence.
Chichi, Goten, and Gohan filed out a few minutes later, a conked-out Goku slung over Gohan’s back. They all said their good-byes and left. Then a smug Vegeta and a weary Dr. Hashber appeared. “Thanks for all your help, saiyan,” the doctor said as he blotted his sweaty face with a cloth.
Vegeta sneered. “Whatever.”
“But you didn’t have to throw Goku across the room so many times. And was all that hitting necessary?”
“Sayonara, Doctor.,” was Vegeta’s answer as he pushed Hashber towards the exit.
“Ah, but wait, I--”
The task was successful and Vegeta slammed the door on the man’s face. He turned around, looking satisfied. “The best damn party I ever had in my life,” he stated. Then he stalked off upstairs to get some sleep.
Bulma rolled her eyes. “Well, at least *someone* in here had a blast.”
****
The house was dark (not from a blackout this time) and quiet after a large clean-up in Bulma’s part. Chichi had stopped by briefly during that time to help with the process. Trunks had slept through the entire night in a peaceful bliss, every once in a while muttering things like “Lara, what’s your breast size?”
The sun was now starting to rise as Bulma woke up with a startling discovery. “Oh no, Vegeta, don’t tell me you caught Goku’s flu!”
An angry and aching saiyan prince hobbled slowly back over to the bed from the bathroom. “Of all the people in the room, Kakarotto had to give his stupid disease to me!” His eyes suddenly bulged and his cheeks suddenly puffed up as he darted to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Bulma sighed sympathetically as she got up, padding drowsily over to her dresser. She knew she had extra towels in the room somewhere, she had a feeling they were going to be put in good use. She shifted sleepily through all of her drawers, searching for a towel, when she suddenly stopped, noticing something. “Ooh, that Oolong!” she growled in frustration. “He stole my lingerie!”
****
Well, that’s it! ^_^ HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLE! And please, SEND ME YOU COMMENTS! I’d love to hear what you thought of the fic... And don’t forget to e-mail me as well! ^_^
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Disclaimers: The lyrics are mine! Mine mine mine! Ok,some words I used from some old old fanfic at PFFAML,but most of it is MINE! Pokemon does not belong to me, yadda yadda. You know the rest.

The 12 Days of Christmas


On the 1st day of Christmas, Professor gave to me, A toy Pidgey in a dead tree! “...Lovely.”
On the 2nd day of Christmas, Professor gave to me, 2 broken TMs... “How am I supposed to use these?”
On the 3rd day of Christmas, Professor gave to me, 3 spoiled rare candy... “Oh yeah, these will be useful.”
On the 4th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 4 poke-dolls... “I’m 11! I don’t play with dolls anymore!”
On the 5th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, Absolutely Nothing!... “Cheap Person!!!”
On the 6th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 6 dead Magikarp... “Wow,thank you for the pokemon, but its DEAD!”
On the 7th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, All 7 HMs... “Finally, something good! WAIT A SEC! THERE IS ONLY HM 5s! What, 7 FLASHES?!?!? NOOOOOOO!”
On the 8th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 8 Leaf stones... “What are these for? I don’t even have pokemon!”
On the 9th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 9 doggie biscuits, “WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M A DOG?!?!?!?”
On the 10th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 10 knives for stabbing... “I’m not a serial killer!”
On the 11th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 11 Farfetch’d eggs... “Thank you ever so much,I BETTER SEE A POKEMON TOMORROW!”
On the 12th day of Christmas Professor gave to me, 12 Pokeballs... “...12 days, and the closest thing I get to a pokemon is a damn toy Pidgey?... Screw pokemon training! I’m leaving!”

Authors’ Note: Send any questions, comments, or flaming pikachu (flames) to Jessie PFFA or TenchiFire both at AOL.

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