Aloha ^^. Actually there should be some continuation of a "refrigerator affair", but I (J.) Somehow lost my script ... Well, how can that happen to you with my order ?![Note to those who know me: don't say anything now. I still know where you live, and also what you've been doing over the past few summers ...]

Anyone who is any fan of any character from DBZ will somehow cause some horrific stress to some writer hiding behind the keyboard ... And shouldn't read this story. Especially Yamcha fans shouldn't do this to themselves ..... You may know my kind of humor from earlier stories ...

Incidentally, this little one-shot is dedicated to a certain muse raven, who probably wants to remain undetected here ... Still: Happy birthday ^^!

One last warning before we get into the story (purely for legal reasons):This part, like all other stories written by me (J.), is characterized by senselessness, confusion and mostly brutal violence.

Anyone who wants to read this stuff should be aware of it and not rush any authorities or the friendly youth protection people on me afterwards.

^^ Thank you.

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~ ... ~ = Thought

... "= spoken

# ... # = scene descriptions

* ... * = actions

Completely...

A typical morning in the C.C ..... A relaxing melody sounds out of some loudspeakers hidden in the DBZ backdrop, which is actually intended to signal a peaceful morning mood to the fan, but which drives the author of this FF completely insane.

Hachja. Peace.

But the impression that the composer desperately wants to convey and that (once again) fails completely with the author is wrong.

Because when the first rays of the sun hit the sky over the C.C. diving into a soft reddish play of colors, there is really not much of peace left.Why?? Well, relatively simple, if you consider the fact that a rather oddly dressed girl is honking along the empty streets of the western capital.

A really strange kid on closer inspection.

One who wears black leather boots with high heels that come down to the knees.

One who wears fishnet tights and a clogged Sailormoon outfit.

One who has pulled a laughing red cape over her head, which now only goes just over her hips ...

But the Little Red Riding Hood blend also carries something else with it ...

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One ....[Attention: Dramatic pause.].....

Basket.

Which it swings back and forth while running, laughing and singing happily and which is completely irrelevant for the further course of the story.

Thankfully, the camera perspective now changes to viewing the landscape so that the viewer no longer has to do this image of horror (the girl has a RIGHT ... "unsuitable" figure).And yet there is still the terrible certainty in the heart of the fan that the bouncing something is still singing loudly and unstoppably the C.C. approaches, as some of the song fragments separated by her drown out the cruel "peace flute".

And the fan can now really say that someone can sing even more terrible than Muten-Roshi ...

If the fan has not mastered the ability of "ignorance in need" or also known as "ears-open-draft" so well, he should still recognize a few lines of the well-known song ...

Light-footed something: * träääääller * I haven't missed anything today

'Cause I only dreamed of you

We haven't seen each other for a long time -

I'll go over to you

All i like about you

I mean it the way I say it.

I am completely confused

I'll go crazy if it happens today ... "

Brrrrr. * cough * But let's not dwell on such trivialities.Let's take a look at the C.C. take risk?

# In a darkened room, from which the booming nirvana echoes, someone is sitting cross-legged on a silk cushion. This someone cannot be recognized very well because, as I said, the room is pretty dark.

But after all, an author can change that ...

So let's send a single, blessed ray of light that is puzzlingly straight onto the ... green? Green?! ... then just hold the green, noble face of a ... man ?? ... of a green something, falls.

Now a real fan is also able to identify something to some extent ... #

Correct. Piccolo. But Piccolo doesn't look like Piccolo (but like Piccolo ^^![Logical conclusion]). Noooo.

It is typical for our beloved cucumber to float around somewhere with a billowing white cape (if you know Anonymina: preferably over a washing machine), and let the devil hang out.But you can't say that about this pickle.

Just take a closer look ...

# For a short time, some rays of light torment their way through previously unknown cracks and allow closer observation #

Even if the music, now "Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach, makes a relatively dangerous impression on ordinary people, the pink print on Gürkan`s T-shirt doesn't quite match the lyrics of the song.

To be honest, you could say "plenty of contrasts" ...

It's strange when you hear Shaddix's voice

"It's our nature to destroy ourselves

it's our nature to kill ourselves

it`s in our nature to kill each other ... "

to hear and at the same time to read `Peace all ooooover the world` ...

"... it's in our nature to kill, kill, KILL ..."

Yup. But not only this t-shirt is quite uncharacteristic of Piccolo.

There are some other things ...Such as B. that his feelers are relaxed, NOT tense, hanging (oh wonder), he himself wears a "real" hippie mop as a head of hair and the whole time

Kumba ya my lord kumba yaaaaa

Kumba ya my lord kumba yaaaaa

Oh lord kumba yaaaaa

Kumba ya my lord kumba yo

Kumba ya my Lord kumba yo "hums to himself ....

What has become of him ?! A softened cocktail pickle !!

But the poor, shocked fan is not left with much more time, because the door to the suddenly pitch-dark room is thrown open and the suppressed rays of light, robbed of their rights, glisten in ...

You are blinded for a moment, but now a dark shadow is emerging in the door frame ... Are you mistaken, or do the contours of the shadow, which have a strange resemblance to those of Little Red Riding Hood, seem threatening ??

No. Reeee an imagination 'thinks the experienced fan who is already hardened by the "princess of darkness" (^^ Vegeta).But this time ... the fan is wrong .....

Shadow with a strangely well-known voice that was definitely labeled as unpleasant: Herziläään !! I am widda dahaa ^^ !! You a` ?! * beam, throw your neck on the neo-hipster * My goodness, hoab i di do`! * The namekian, which has gone a little blue, is further strangling * You are so silent, Picci-darling ... "

Well What the cause of it might be.

Slowly, `Picci-Liebling` is getting very weak in the arms of his girlfriend, who is obviously equipped with a slightly Bavarian accent. Only one strangely accentuated, gasped word leaves his lips, which have been supple due to joint wear ...

Piccolo: * rattle * yam ... chu * finallydochdenGeistaugeb *, * collapse * "

So, which fan has not yet searched the distance at the sound of this name alone is either tired of life or it is their own fault. Or was blackmailed by the author, but we simply exclude that spontaneously ...Yasmin- uh nonsense .... Yam * röchel * chu: * happily further PiccidieLuftzufuhrabklemm * Yes, who's got my Schnuggibutzi ?? "

Half-dead pickle: ~ Is that heaven? Oh, no ... probably not. The angel there ... looks too terrible in his dress SOMETHING too short for my taste ... Well, wait Dende, if I can get your hands on the roots-uhh! Has he actually raved about fluttering, sweet sugar beets ... ~ "

Yamcha: * giggle * Yeah woas iiiiist ?? Aaah, you surely want me to turn this hideous music off ... Say that now ^^ !! * beam, Piccis, motionless body on the thunder of the earth *, * happy to loud-roaring CD-Player hustle and bustle * "

And now something really happened that you no longer believed to see in the next 23 episodes: Picci stirred.

Even very fast ...

Which can only be explained by one thing: the music.Well, the fan can now completely forget that the author is now starting to sing, just in advance! With this rather stupid sentence, consisting only of article and noun, he did not mean that the explanation was a song. Noooo.

He said that Picci's obsession with rock overcame his supposed impotence.

The response was still very astonishing.

#Dramatic music ... which the composer was not quite able to manage, and which strangely causes fits of laughter in the author ... #

Picci raced past Yamcha, threw himself neatly two meters in front of his stereo system with astonishing precision (whereby his black mop, hand-woven from hemp slipped), got back on his feet with some agility and ran to his treasure.

Pi 'ccolooo (* has seen the "Riiiiikola advertisement" somehow too often *): * dramatic * No! Nobody will ever part us !! * desperate his stereo under water set * NIIIIIEEEE !!!"

Yamcha: * confused * B-but Piccolo ... This music is horrible! "

Piccolo: * deathglare * You are finished Cumpadre. I love her!! "

Yamcha: W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w -.... "

5 minutes later.

Yamcha: ... w-w-w-w-what ?? WHAT?! D-you love her ?! "(Attention people, handkerchiefs out ...)

#The whole room has once again fallen into deep darkness after the beams of light gave up bitterly and ran away ... Now spotlight falls on a single person in the Lothus blossom kimono who kneels lonely in the infinite space of darkness.

While the loyal fan is still wondering where the spotlight is suddenly coming from, he casually and disinterestedly watches the sobbing of the person destroyed on the ground.

Occasional scraps of words echo over the deeply sad, melancholy melody that the composer has messed up again. In the distant background you can now see a slightly crazy cat girl who is dancing the can-can to this music.Now you can also hear a desperate scream echoing through the darkness, which sounded something like "Nikouki come back right away, or you can forget about the squeaky feast for Christmas !! ...".

# Creepy theme, once again spanked by the composer