Fandom: Dragonball Z
Publish Date: 8/2/2002 to 8/9/2002
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
Everyone sat in the garden, staring at each other. Vegeta looked incredibly disgruntled at the fact that Bulma had pulled his now-waist length hair into a French braid to keep in out of his face. Chichi had arranged Goku and Goten’s hair in buns similar to hers. Gohan had escaped having his hair done by virtue of the fact that his hair was a lot shorted than his father’s and brother’s. Trunks and Bulma each had a hooded sweatshirt on, with the hood pulled up to hide the fact that neither of them had hair. The now-quiet animals, along with a silent Chaot-zu were looking particularly forlorn, as was Tien, who kept one hand clasped over his forehead.
"…and that’s everything," Yamcha finished explaining what had happened to Puar that morning. Everyone had shared the strange occurances of the day, and was trying to figure out what they meant.
"I just don’t get it…" Gohan sighed. "Why is all this happening to us?"
"I can answer that!" a teenage guy came running into the garden. He was a skinny kid with black hair and glasses. "I know what’s happening to you!"
"WHAT!?!?" Vegeta roared, leaping to his feet. "WHO ARE YOU?!?"
"Hey, calm down," the teenager held up his hands, as if to ward the angry Saiyan off. "Just remember that if you hurt me, you’ll never know why your hair won’t stand up anymore, Vegeta."
Everyone stared at the teenager. "How do you know my name?" the Saiyan Prince asked, a little more subdued. "Who are you?"
"My name’s Adam," the guy grinned. "You’re in one of Candyland’s stories. You’re in a different place now."
With that, the teenager, who had introduced himself as Adam, started running again. He got to the edge of the garden when he was jumped by a bunch of Saibamen with knives.
"A different place? Where are we then?" Bulma whimpered from under the hood of her sweatshirt.
"Candyland? Sounds like a real fruitcake," Yamcha commented.
Hmph. The teenage girl frowned and decided to teach Yamcha a lesson.
Suddenly, from nowhere, a storm cloud appeared. Yamcha was struck by lightning.
"…ouch…" he said while Gohan put out the fire in his hair. The storm cloud disappeared.
"You guys! I think I got it!!" Goku jumped to his feet and thrust his fist triumphantly into the air.
Everyone stared at him in shock. "You…got it?"
"Yup!" he beamed proudly. "Think about it! Nobody can fly, our super strength is gone, our hair won’t stand up straight, Bulma and Trunks’ hair is gone completely, none of our animal friends can talk anymore, the capsules won’t work anymore, the air cars are crashing left and right, Gohan’s Saiyaman outfit won’t work either…there’s only one explanation!"
Silence, followed by an aggravated Vegeta’s yell. "WHAT IS THAT EXPLANATION THEN, GENIUS?!?!?"
Goku’s face darkened into a serious expression. "You guys…we’re in Reality."
"There’s more," Goku continued. "That kid said that we were in one of Candyland’s stories, right? Candyland is the author. She’s writing everything that’s happened to us. We’ve gotta find her!"
The teenage girl sighed. Brilliant deduction, Goku.
"How do we find her? I want to get back to normal!" Tien whined.
"Well, we have to use bait," Chichi said sensibly.
"Something she’d like…" Trunks added.
"I know!" Goten jumped up and down, waving one hand in the air. "I got it! I know what we should use!"
More shocked stares. "Goten, how do you know?" Videl asked.
The little demi-Saiyan smiled cutely. "I dunno. I just do!"
The teenage girl smiled fondly. Maybe it’s because I wrote it into his head.