Hm....interesting and uh.....twisted dreams so far. Only thing we can say is, whatever makes them happy is fine by us. We think. Ok, anyway! let’s go explore the rest of the crew’s, I’m sure we’ll be finding some very.....unique dreams ahead. Oh looky....Trunks is drifting.....
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Trunks: *is watching some sort of political program involving the president and his little congressional minions* I’d make a better Preeeees....*drifts and falls over* Eh! *jerks head up* ......president than he would. *yawns* Yeah, that’s right.... *blinks slowly* .....much better.......more...power.... *dozes*
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Pasha: Trunks! Trunks wake up! You’re going to be late!
Trunks: *snaps his eyes open* Huh?! Wha?! *jumps to his feet, slams into his desk, and falls back down into his office chair* OW! Late for what?!
Pasha: *sighs* Late for your speech! You know, the one where you address the ENTIRE world for the first day as the new president! Does that ring a bell?
Trunks: oh my God, I completely forgot, quick....where are my papers?!
Pasha: Right here. *hands them to him* Now hurry up! I told you we shouldn’t have celebrated last night. Sometimes I think the people should have elected me, that way they would know their president would always be ON TIME.
Trunks: *raises an eyebrow* I didn’t hear you complaining 4 hours ago.
Pasha: *blush* Shut up. *snickers and pushes him out the door* let’s go!
And so, the two make their way out of the oval office and Trunks steps up to the podium, with Pasha and his other workers by his side. Thousands of reporters crowd around him while millions of people line the streets for miles, waiting.
Congressman: *whispers* Nervous?
Pasha: *whispers back* Hell yes! And I’m not even the one giving the speech!
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! I give you, your President and First Lady!
Trunks and Pasha: *wave*
Crowd: *cheers*
Trunks: My fellow Americans, Canadians, Africans, Europeans, Asians, and all other people around the world, there is no word that can describe how elated and excited I, or my wife, Pasha, are to be the worlds new president. Now that the powers of the American president have been extended to not only the entire continent of North America, but to ALL continents as well! I, your one and true leader, give thanks to my many supporters, and promise to turn Earth into not only the most beautiful place in the universe, but into Heaven itself!
Crowd: *cheer loudly*
Trunks: *grinning brightly* I love my job.
Goten: *snickers and whispers* Yeah, but I bet you won’t be loving it when someone tries to assassinate you.
Pasha: *blinks* Oh God......I forgot about that part......
Trunks: *turns pale*
Chaozu: *jumps into the air and hovers above the crowd, holding a gun*
Crowd: *scream*
Chaozu: Happy birthday.......MR. PRESIDENT!
Pasha: Trunks!!
Chaozu: AAHHH!! *fires*
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Trunks: *shoots up in bed, pale as a ghost, sweating like crazy, and flings pillows and blankets all over the place* AAHHH! NO! NO!!
Pasha: *jumps up, screaming, and falls off the bed* WHAT!? What’s the matter?! Ow! My ass! Trunks!
Trunks: *slaps his hands on his chest a couple times* I’m alive! Oh my God, I’M ALIVE!
Pasha: *stands up, her face cross* Of course you’re alive! What the hell’s wrong with you? Screaming like some lunatic! Lissa and Meg could have heard the noise and come running in here! We would have been SO busted!
Trunks: *pants* I......I had a nightmare.
Pasha: *blinks* Oh.....well, are you ok?
Trunks: Yeah....
Pasha: Ok then *climbs back into bed* Go back to sleep. *kisses his cheek and rolls over*
Trunks: *looks around suspiciously and slowly closes his eyes*
Pasha: *changes channel* *thinks* Oooh, Xena! Now that’s what I’m talking about. POWER! Yeah, right on warrior princess! Kick some ass! *drifts off to sleep.*
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~Well......that was SO Trunks. President of the world. *rolls eyes* Anyway, onto Pashi’s dream.......~
Pasha: *gallantly walks down a huge flight of white marble steps, dressed in Xena attire, with a thick, flowing, white cloak behind her. Upon her head is a crown carved entirely out of......diamonds and rubies*
*coughs* can we say, self absorbed? .....Wonder how she keeps her head up......*
Pasha: Lady warriors!
Lady Warriors: *cheer* Hail our warrior Queen!
Pasha: *grins* Are you ready to FIGHT!
Lady Warriors: Yeah!
Pasha: Lady Ashka, our swords!
Ashka: *unsheathes her and Pasha’s oversized swords with jewel covered hilts and tosses Pasha hers*
Lady Warriors: *unsheathe their own*
Pasha: Now, let’s go defend our land!
Pasha and Ashka: *Shout Xena war calls and gallop off on their white horses*
Lady Warriors: *raise their swords in the air, cheer loudly, and dash off to battle*
~And so, a great battle takes place on a great valley against a great foe. The battle is intense and the fighting is fierce. Blood is spewed all over the field and the girls war cries can be heard throughout the land. How pleasant..... *ahem* Our brave Lady Warriors are of course led to victory by their Warrior Princess.....erm, Queen, Pasha, and her powerful general, Lady Ashka!~
Pasha: We have defeated the enemy!
Lady Warriors: *cheer*
Pasha: From this day forward, all shall know this land is ruled by Queen Pasha! Those who dare cross the border to try and start war with us, shall be punished!
Lady Warriors: *cheer louder* Long live Queen Pasha!
Ashka: My ladies! Go forth and collect all valuables from the dead and bring them to the palace!
Pasha: And as reward to your heroic deeds on the field this day, you may keep the one thing you desire the most from your collection!
Lady Warriors: *cheer some more*
Warrior 1: Long live our GODDESS!
Lady Warriors: Praise our Goddess Pasha!
Pasha and Ashka: Go forth!
Lady Warriors: *take off cheering and go to collect the items*
Pasha: *grins happily, holding her head high, as her diamond and ruby crown glimmers in the sun* It’s good to be a Goddess Queen.
???: Lady Pasha, Zeus can’t wait around all day for you. Get your divine butt up here!
Pasha: Alright alright, I’m coming. Keep your toga on Hera. *floats up to Mt. Olympus*
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Pasha: *sighs in her sleep and rolls over, snuggling against Trunks’ arm, grinning happily*
~Hm....right. Well, at least we know if the Chars were ever to get involved in a real war those two would make sure they won. That’s a plus.....isn’t it? Anyway, let‘s go find someone else. Look, there‘s Kenny, fast asleep on a pile of cards.....*dives into his dream*~
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~The dream is being seen through Kenny’s eyes. We are being led down a hallway, passing random people in expensive 1920’s suits who either nod theirs heads or wave, saying “Good evening, boss” as he walks by. We reach the end of the hallway and are standing in front of a pair of doors.~
Kenny: Well boys, are we ready?
Men: Yes Sir.
Kenny: Great, let’s go. *opens the doors*
~Behind the doors lays glittering lights, half naked girls dressed in some kind of uniform that looks like a card, slot machines, poker tables, and people galore. The scene pulls back, no longer being seen through Kenny’s eyes.~
Casino Man 1: Good evening Sir!
Kenny: How ya doin’ Charley? Are my guests being well taken care of?
Charley: Most definitely Sir.
Kenny: Wonderful! Keep up the good work. *walks toward a large black jack table* Hey Jonsey, let me take over for a while.
Jonsey: Yes Sir.
~A casino owner of the 1920‘s.......figures.......~
Crowd gathered around the table: Hey Kenny!
Kenny: Good evening folks, place your bets and pull your good luck ladies close, you’ll be needing it now that you’ve got me dealing.
Young Flapper: *dressed in practically.....nothing....comes around the table and hangs on Kenny’s shoulder* Go get ‘em....tiger. *pinches his ass*
~Eew...gross..... *rolls eyes* ......well, at least it’s not as bad as Sean’s dream *shudders*~
Kenny: *shuffles the cards at lightning speed in all sorts of fancy ways and deals them all out in the blink of an eye*
Players: *turn them over*
Kenny: What’ll it be, Johnny boy?
Johnny: *takes his cigarette from his mouth* Hit me.
Kenny: *deals*
Johnny: *throws cards down, scoffing* I’m out.
Kenny: Heh, too bad. Al?
Al: Hit me.
Kenny: *continues playing until all other players have lost* Well, looks like I've won again.
Al: Oh yeah? Says who? You don't win until you show us your cards.
Kenny: *smirks* Alright boys, read `em and weep. *flips his over, revealing a perfect 21*
Johnny: Nice Kenny, nice. But two outta `tree says you ain't gonna win again. Deal.
Kenny: You got it Johnny Boy, but I'd be careful not to bet as much this time. *shuffles cards fancy like again and deals*
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~*puts on a 1920's mafia hat* Been spendin' most our lives living in a gangsters paradise....... Hehe. Alright, onto Vejita and Bulma's room.~
Vejita: *snores*
Bulma: *is curled up into a ball, holding a.....wrench?*
~Sleeping with a teddy wrench......right. Anyway, let's combine these two dreams, I'm sure they won't mind ^.^ *pulls Vejita and Bulma's dreams together*~
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~Bulma is shown standing behind a counter with Vejita on a TV set, waiting for something. She’s dressed up in working clothes and there’s a large crowd in front of her. Vejita is just standing there with a sour face.~
Man: Ok, we go in 5...4...3...2.... *waves arm in a circle and points his finger at Bulma*
Crowd: *start clapping*
Bulma: Hey there! Welcome back to Tool Time with Bulma and Vejita! On today’s show, we’ll be constructing an automatic printer copier fax machine laptop king sized bed all in one telephone!
Vejita: ........
Bulma: *eye‘s Vejita*
Vejita: *sighs and says in a dull voice* But first we’d like to go over the importance of tool safety.
Bulma: *nods* Now, *holds up a chainsaw* This little baby can cut through anything. Watch *jerks the rope back and slices through the table, her eyes lighting up oddly* WOOO! *shouts over the noise* Check out that power! Now, imagine what would happen if you took this and accidentally.......dropped in on yourself. What a mess! And not to mention how extremely intense the excruciating pain would be!
Vejita: *backs away from Bulma*
Bulma: *turns around, swinging the chain saw in Vejita’s face*
Vejita: WOMAN!
Bulma: Hm? Whatever. Now, *turns it off* Besides the chain saw, there are so many other dangerous tools and if you don’t know what you’re doing, then there could be many problems. Take this sledge hammer for instance. *picks it up*
Vejita: Oh God....can we just get on with making the damn machine?!
Bulma: *slams the sledge hammer next to Vejita’s feet* FINE!
Vejita: O.O
Audience: O.O
Bulma: *pulls tools out of no where and starts putting together the machine simply, talking her way through it. After 15 minutes...it’s done.* There! Our creation! Now, I’m sure all of you at home will have an easy time making this for yourselves! Let’s try it out shall we? Vejita, stand over here by the faxing part.
Vejita: *walks over*
Bulma: Great, push the buttons and start her up!
Vejita: *sighs and pushes a few buttons*
~printer copier fax machine laptop king sized bed all in one telephone starts beeping and shaking and as it’s in the process of faxing....catches the corner of Vejita’s overalls...~
Vejita: GEHN! I’m being sucked into the machine! WOMAN, do something!
Bulma: *looks over to Vejita, rolls her eyes* Pift *walks away* Alright guys, let’s start our other project, our very own plane, complete with a pool and Spa!
Vejita: Woman!!
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Bulma: *hugs her wrench, smiling in he sleep*
Vejita: *twitches, kicks, and fidgets as if trying to get away from something*
Heh, well can’t say I blame her for leaving him there. Anyway, we’re off to the updates page and nearing in on our next dreamer, Piccy-poo!
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~Piccolo’s shadow can be seen. From the looks of it...he seems to be dressed up in some weird clothing and wearing a fedora hat o.O All of a sudden.....the Indiana Jones theme plays out of no where, loudly~
Piccolo: *steps out from the shadows, tips his hat down, and cracks his whip*
Damsel in distress: Help help!
Piccolo: I’m on my way! *takes off running towards a jagged precipice, a namekian woman dangling off it*
Damsel in distress: Indiana Piccolo! I’m so glad you’re here!
Piccolo: Don’t worry, I’ll save you! *looks up and rocks dramatically fall to the ground. He then pulls his hand back and flings it forward, snagging his whip around a piece of rock sticking out conveniently*
Damsel in distress: *slips and more rocks fall, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom* Help Indie! I can’t hold on much longer!
Piccolo: *continues climbing and snagging his whip on pieces of rock, occasionally fighting off large spiders the size of apes* I’m almost there, just hold on! *throws a spider into the large fire pit located to the left of the cliff*
~Suddenly, spears the size of telephone poles with deadly aim, protrude from the precipice! The Indiana Jones theme grows louder as our hero dodges them gracefully and reaches the girl just in time to untie her from the rope that bounded her to the cliff and jump down onto a ledge, avoiding a spear!~
Damsel in distress: Oh thank you Indiana Piccolo, *hugs him* I thought I was a goner!
Piccolo: *stands proudly* No problem Miss, it was really nothing at all.
Damsel in distress: I’ll forever be by your side.
Piccolo: Well then, onto the Temple of Doom, where we will find the Golden Monkey of Tibet!
Damsel in distress: Right, let’s go!
Piccolo: *grabs the girl by the waist, throws down the rest of the rope, which again conveniently reaches the ground, takes hold of it, takes a mighty swing, and somehow lands on a horse that was galloping by*
~Narration is heard.........And so, Indiana Piccolo and his damsel ride of into the jungle on their white horse, heading towards the Temple of Doom. Will they overcome the dangers of the jungle and escape from the clutches of General Snidely Whiplash and his minions, The Bamboo Brothers? Find out next time on Indiana Piccolo and The Temple of Doom! *Them plays again*~
Piccolo: *stands, half way hidden within the shadows, smirks, and cracks his whips*
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Piccolo: *tosses and hums the Indiana Jones theme quietly* Na na na naaaa.....na na naaaaa.........*snore*
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~Aw, how cute. Sleep tight, Indiana. *skips down the hallway, blindly, and bumps into Roshi and Gero’s cage* Ew *cringes* I forgot about HIM.~
Gero: *sighs happily in his sleep*
~I don’t even wanna know.....hm, maybe we do. Let’s check it out, and we’ll bring Tien with us, to make a long, scary trip short and.....um, a little less scary?~
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Gero: *swims in the ocean* Hehe.... *starts to “drown”* Help! Help!
Meg: *is dressed as a Bay Watch “babe” only her bathing suit is....erm.....here we’ll fix that* *takes out a crayon and colors Meg’s suit back in* *There.* Mitch, someone’s in trouble!
Mitch: You’ll have to take it Meg, this young boy was hit by a speeding boat!
Meg: *gasps and turns pale* Mitch....you know what happened the last time I went in the water.......that poor man......I just couldn’t get to him in time! *bursts into tears*
Mitch: I know Meg, but you’ve got to, you’re his only hope!
Meg: *takes a deep breath* I know, I’ll do it!
Gero: Somebody help me!
Meg: *takes the life saving device, runs across the beach in slow motion, and dives into the water*
Gero: *snickers and let’s himself sink*
Meg: *dives down, reaches Gero, and swims back to the shore* Oh no....I hope I wasn’t too late. Sir? Sir...can you hear me? *blinks* There’s only one thing to do........mouth to mouth! *leans over*
~Chucks Tien into the picture~
Tienshinhan: *blinks slowly* Huh? *gasps, seeing Meg nearing in on Gero* MEG! My angel! *runs over and pulls her away from him* You!
Gero: *opens his eyes* Hey!
Meg: You’re alive? Oh, I’m so happy! *hugs Gero*
Gero: Ah... *drools*
Tienshinhan: No! She’s mine!
Meg: *stands up and hangs on Tien’s arm* You’re cute.
Gero: Back off buddy! *shoves Tien*
Gero and Tienshinhan: *begin to fight*
Meg: Boys boys boys! There’s no need to fight over me. You’ve both incredibly hot and I couldn’t just stand here and pass one of you up. So....how about all three of us go into my office.....
Gero and Tien: *looks at each other* NO!
Tienshinhan: As tempting as that is, only one of us leaves this beach with Meg and that’s that!
Meg: Well then, I guess we’ll just have to have a surfing contest.
Gero and Tien: *nod*
Meg: *skips off towards the Ocean, Gero and Tien at her heels* Ok, *pulls two surfboards, and 5 judges out of no where* Now the one who does the best will get me as their prize! I’m very confident in both of you and I just don’t know how I’ll..........
~Suddenly, a shark resembling Chaozu, leaps out of the water and gobbles Meg up in one bite!~
Chaozu Shark: HAHAHAHA! *dives back into the ocean*
Gero and Tien: MEG! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
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Gero: *wakes up screaming, flinging himself at the cage*
Tienshinhan: *sits up in bed, yelling* GOD NO!!!!
Vejita: BE QUIET! We already went through this! We don’t need it from you two as well! NOW GO BACK TO BED!
Gero: *grabs his blanket and hits the floor of the cage*
Tienshinhan: *lays down*
Vejita: *snarls* God. *slams his head into his pillow*
~Hehe. That’s what I call a shark attack. *ahem* Well, onto our last dreamer. Sweet, innocent Lissa. *walks into her room* Sleeping like a baby. Well, onward. *jumps into Lissa’s dream*~
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Unknown Man: Your Excellency?
Lissa: Wolfgang, I told you not to call me that anymore. Lissa, is just fine.
Wolfgang: I know, but addressing one of the worlds greatest conductors and not to mention one of Bach’s descendents, as Lissa, seems so informal.
Lissa: And “your Excellency” makes me sound like an ambassador of some foreign country.
Wolfgang: Then I’ll call you Ma’am?
Lissa: Yes. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, my symphony’s waiting for me.
Wolfgang: *nods*
Lissa: *walks into a large music hall. In front of her sits her symphony of 80 string players, 3 pianists, 2 harpists, and a medium sized group of woodwinds* Morning guys.
Musicians: Morning.
Lissa: I hope we all practiced our music?
Musicians: Yes Ma’am.
Lissa: Wonderful. Now, everyone take out Brandenburg # 1.
Musicians: *do so*
Lissa: Alright everyone! *taps baton on the stand, raises her arms, and signals*
Musicians: *start to play*
Lissa: *blinks........cringes* Stop stop stop.
Musicians: *stop*
Lissa: What was that?
Musician #1: Brandenburg?
Lissa: I don’t think so. That.....was CRAP!
Musician #2: But...we..
Lissa: QUIET! That was not Brandenburg! Do it again!
Musicians: *start to play again*
Lissa: *hums along* Eh.... *cringes* No no, stop! What’s going on guys, we’re the best symphony in the whole world! Today you sound like you‘ve never picked up an instrument in your life!
Musician #3: But....I thought it sounded perfect.....didn‘t it?
Lissa: If it was PERFECT, do you think I’d be stopping you?! Ok, that was NOT Bach! Bach was a master....a genius....and not to mention a relative of mine! Now pay attention, this is Bach *plays a recording of Viola Concerto in C minor by her first chair violist*
Musicians: *stare at the violist angrily*
1st Chair Violist: Um.... *fidgets and smiles nervously*
Lissa: HEY! What you did was Britney Spears! Hm....Bach, whore......Bach, whore.....there’s a DIFFERENCE! This is pure class, not pure trash!
Musician #2: *whispers* She certainly has the temper of Beethoven....is she sure she’s related to Bach?
Lissa: Quiet you! And maybe you should start learning hot to play B FLAT, not a little flat or a lot flat, B FLAT. And start getting LOUDER when it says CRESCENDO, got it?!
Musician #2: I....I....uh....I was! *hangs head*
Lissa: Firsts, we have C naturals! Put your fingers in the exact right places! Cello’s, we’re not rushing through this like we’re running from a rabid animal! It’s a lively, quickened pace, not go go go, run run run! Viola’s, I want more feeling! I want to feel those notes! And SLUR when it says slur! Make this beautiful! The way my grandfather wrote it! Now, let’s try it again! Ready? *raises baton and signals*
Musicians: *Tremble and start to play, perfectly*
Lissa: Ah.....real music to my ears. Beautiful guys! Now this is what MY symphony sounds like! *grins*
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Lissa: *rolls over in her sleep, dropping the music to Brandenburg #1*
~Well ok.....maybe she’s not that sweet and innocent o.O First she’s related to Bach and then she owns the worlds greatest symphony. Well, we’re allowed to dream, aren’t we? Of course we are! Dream on Lissa. And as for the rest of our characters, keep on dreaming ^.^~
All: *snore*
~I’d say that was pretty interesting, wouldn’t you agree?~
