Fandom: Dragonball Z
Genre: Humor (read that as CRACK)
Publish Date: 10/29/2002 to 1/5/2003
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
Everyone was staring around in confusion. Where the hell were they?
Suddenly, a loud rumbling was heard, not unlike that of thunder. But, strangely enough, there were no clouds in the sky…what was it?
The answer came when Goku sheepishly clutched his stomach. "Umm…I’m a little hungry. Wait a sec! I got it!" Turning around to the cornfield they’d landed in, Goku cupped his hands together at his side and began charging up an attack. "Ka…me…ha…me…HA!" He released the energy at the field of vegetables, and something rather peculiar happened. The corn began to explode. Over the rushing air of the attack and the popping sound of the vegetable, Goku could be heard yelling, "POPCORN!!!!"
When the attack ended and the corn stopped popping, a mountain of fresh popcorn was left, just waiting for a hungry Saiyan to devour it. Needless to say, the Saiyans and demi-Saiyans descended on it like mosquitoes on a camper in summer. In less than five minutes, the Everest-sized pile of popcorn was reduced to a few crumbs and unpopped kernels.
While the guys were stuffing themselves, Bulma, ChiChi, and Videl decided to have a little look around their present location. After a short search of the area, they stumbled across an odd little sign with a rock hanging off a chain attached to it. The bright red letters painted on the top of the sign read, "Boondocks Weather Station."
Bulma read the sign out loud, not believing her eyes. "Wet rock, rain. Dry rock, fair. Swinging rock, windy. White rock, snow. Missing rock, tornado. Invisible rock, fog." She turned to her fellow women in confusion. "Ugh. What is this?"
"Uh, guys, maybe we should go find out where we are," Videl called to the Saiyans, gesturing towards the horizon. Everyone agreed that this was a very good idea, and Goku and Vegeta scooped up their respective mates as they all took to the air to explore these new surroundings.
The scenery zipped by below. It seemed like a never-ending expanse of fields—not just corn, but other plants and vegetables that they couldn’t quite identify. A long roadway also ran along the entire length of their travels, and dozens of cars were driving along it. Bulma started muttering something about "low-tech" and "why don’t the cars fly".
They came over a hill and found themselves face-to-face with a city. It wasn’t the largest place they’d ever seen, but it was decent sized, and had a large number of buildings in what appeared to be the downtown area. Further along was what appeared to be a stadium and then lots of houses.
"Maybe somebody down there can tell us where we are," Krillen shouted over the rushing wind. "Let’s go check it out!"
"Morning, Jenny," Candyland yawned, opening her locker and stuffing her backpack and purse in while pulling out a pair of worn, filthy white sneakers. "Are we outside today?"
The dark-haired teenager read a piece of paper hanging on a nearby bulletin board before answering Candyland’s question. "Inside at first, break at 7:30, instruments and flags on the marching band field at 7:45. I wonder which flags we need."
"Who knows? Probably the silver poles," the author slammed the locker closed and walked up the stairs towards the auditorium with her friend, calling a good morning to Sarah and Taryn on the way. "It’s gonna be a long morning…"