Krillin walked, whistling to himself. Today was the day! He finally saved up enough money to visit the Salvation Army and buy a pair of pants. He was getting tired of everyone staring at him when he walked down the street naked.

The sun shined on his bald head and his bare butt. Krillin came to a bus stop and waited, his shirt flapping in the breeze. People stared before scooting away a few feet. He hummed to himself.

"Doo doot da doo."

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"HEY GOKU!"

"Hi krillin! Say, did you finally save up enough money to buy some pants?"

"I sure did!"

"Wow! That's great...have you seen Bulma around?"

"No, why?"

"Because the cups in the bra she gave me to wear for when I turn Super Saiyjin are too small!"

"Oh, that's too bad, Goku." They both stood in silence for a moment.

"Hey do you hear that?" Goku asked

"Yeaha, what is it?"

Suddenly a hug floral flash blew by and then stopped and came back. It was Vegeta!

"KAKARROTT! YOU GOTTA HELP ME!"

The prince was wearing a red and white floral mumu.

"I CAN'T GET IT OFF! SOMEONE AROSE THE ETERNAL DRAGON AND WISHED FOR ME TO BE STUCK WEARING A FLORAL MUMU FOR TWENTY FOUR HOURS!"

The prince seemed desperate.

"I dont know how to help you Vegeta! We can't gather all those dragonballs in one day."

"Dammit! What am I going to do? This color red does nothing for my skin tone!"

"Why don't you come to the Salvation Army with us and see if we can get something for you to wear over it"

"Not a bad idea Chrome Dome."

"DADDY, DADDY!"

"Hey look it 's Gohan!"

"DADDY!"

Gohan was crying.

"What's wrong Gohan?" Goku asked.

"Piccolo killed my hamster!"

Piccolo swiftly landed beside the group.

"Gohan! I've been trying to catch up to you."

"YOU KILLED MY HAMSTER!"

"Gohan! It was an accident. I didn't know microwaves could do that."

"WAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

"Don't worry Gohan," Krillin said, "Maybe we can find you a new hamster at the Salvation Army!"

"A new hamster?" Gohan screamed.

"What kind of a sick, noseless, short, bald, hexidotted weirdo would say something like that?"

"That kind?" Piccolo joked.

"Go away Piccolo! I hate you! And I'll never forgive you as long as this fanfic lasts!"

Piccolo couldn't speak, so instead, he took out a real piccolo and began playing the extended version of Dove Across The Water in D minor.

The group could tell they were getting close to the Salvation Army.

Vegeta could smell the rich odor of 100-year-old metalic make-up, wigs that had fallen into marshes before their time, old dangerously corroted electronics covered in dark magnetic ceramic dust, miles of stained shirts and hats that had been barfed on by cats. Fine rugs that had been urinated on by dogs over 50 times, huge industrial-sized bags of partially used kitty litter that had belonged to kitties who had passed on before their Fresh Step®.
Outdated gym equipment bleeding just the right amount of orange foam, dusty broken wine glasses, huge heavy state-of-the-art computers from the 1940s, and a large collection of 100% feedback speakerphones; each chock full of dead open leaky size N batteries. It was the smell of a boundless treasure that would soon be theirs to choose from.

Vegeta and Krillin were being stared upon by a horrified flock of pigeons. One of the pigeons landed on Piccolo's piccolo, covering some holes and forcing him to go unbearably high on the 3rd chorus. Another pigeon dug it's claws deep into Gohan's face and one began to peck at Krillin's testicals. While all three were howling in pain, another pigeon nested into Vegeta's high hair and calmly fell asleep. Vegeta smirked and said,

"You people never understood me and my hair, and ya know why? 'Cause I'm the chosen one! It's MEE!!"

Vegeta followed his nose and led the way into the glorious surplus store. As they entered through the ridiculously heavy glass doors, a white light surrounded them and the pigeons all fled back into the outside world. They were going inside, real shelter!

Gohan stopped and stared at his reflection in a wavery mirror, fascinated. Vegeta growled and shoved him over, searching for a trench coat, or anything he could put over the horrendous tent of a mumu he was trapped in. Goku found a pen with a woman on it. Curious, he clicked it. His eyes widened as the woman's clothes disappeared.

"WHOA!" he exclaimed, "Piccolo! Krillin! You have to see this!"

After staring at the pen for a couple hours, Krillin shook himself.

"You know who would love this?" he asked, ignoring the ache in his eyes, "men."

After a couple hours staring at the fascinating pen, they got kicked out of the Salvation Army. As they were walking to the bus station they passed a large building with lots of noise coming from it.

Vegeta in his black trenchcoat and red gloves partially covering his red mumu, grabbed Gohan by the shoulder.

"Boy! Do you know what those noises are?"

"Uh...no.."

"Its a Bar Mitzvah you baka! You must learn the traditions of entering manhood."

Before Gohan could scream for his insane yet overprotective mother, Vegeta dragged him into the building with Piccolo, Goku, and Krillen following in just for the heck of it.

Inside, people were dancing in a ring and this boy was being raised above the crowd in some freaky sock hat or something.

"I'm flying, I'm flying!" the chair boy yelled.

He then got his head hit against a chandelier.

"Im...flying...*dies*

Vegeta deeply inhales as the people continue to dance.

"Aaahhh...the entering of manhood...of course Saiyajins just kill something and they're instantly a man, oh, the good old days."

Gohan was figuring Vegeta was getting too into the grandfather type of mood and hid under a table covered in a large white tablecloth.
Goku was just standing there when a white piece of cake crashed against his cranium. He turned around to see two teenage boys standing behind a cake, armed with chunks in their hands.

"FOOD FIGHT!!"

Goku, being a child in a grown man's body, decided to play along. He threw a piece at each boy only to accidentally kill each one on contact. The entire crowd began to toss food while Goku and Krillen kept accidentally killing people as they threw pieces at each other.

When they were done, Piccolo was simply meditating above the mass pile of bleeding bodies from hits of cake. Gohan peeked out from under the tablecloth and looked around.

"I'm not cleaning this up."

Piccolo just couldn't take it anymore. How was he supposed to meditate with everyone carrying on? The Namek dropped his legs to the ground and joined the others.

"Boy, that was fun!" said Goku.

"Yay, but now my new pants that I paid two dollars and seventy three cents for are all messed up!"

"Yeah, so is my bra!"

"Ha! Fools! I still have my trenchcoat!"

Piccolo leaned over and whispered in Vegeta's ear.

"Hey, wanna grab that star of david over there before we leave and have some fun?"

Vegeta smirked evilly.

"Sure, why not."

"Okay, then. It's settled."

Piccolo floated over to the wall and plucked off the six pointed wooden decoration.

"HEAD'S UP!"

Piccolo threw it frisbee style and the Prince caught it and so the fun began again.

The star whizzed by Krillin's bald head and he threw himself to the floor in the knick of time, but poor Goku didn't see it coming and the one of the points of the star lodged itself right in his head.

"Funs over."

"AAAAAHAAA! MY HEAD! Ahlsssssss….hfoihwkll…"

"DADDY!" Gohan screamed, "PICCOLO I HATE YOU! YOU KEEP KILLING EVERYTHING THAT I LIKE!"

"Oh no! Goku!" Krillin yelled, but it was too late. Goku fell down dead in the synagouge's floor.

Vegeta crossed his arms and smirked at Gohan. "If you ask me kid, the Namek did you a favor."

Gohan pondered this for a moment and shrugged.

"Screw you, I'm going home!" He walked outside and left.

Piccolo glanced around at the mass of decapitated bodies, bludgeoned party goers and even thought of the moment the little hamster exploded inside the microwave and began giggling to himself. He remembered how little bits of fur flew and stuck to the inside. Of course he had done it at Capsule Corps, so when Vegeta got home, he would be blamed for it.

"Why are you laughing Namek?"

"No reason…just wish we had a big ol' microwave here."

Vegeta drew a confused eyebrow in an arch. Krillin stood up, trying to decide whether to follow after Gohan or stay with Goku's corpse. Piccolo tilted his head and stared directly into the prince's eyes.

"……Vegeta….is my ESP working…"

"What the hell are you doing inside my head Namek?"

"This is going to sound strange, but I have a weird obsession with putting things in microwaves."

"…..what's your point?"

"My point is, I bet we could have a little fun with Krillin."

"……..oh…."

Krillin interupted their telepathic conversation,

"Hey you guys? Why are you two just staring at each other?'

Vegeta and Piccol turned to face Krillin.

"So Krillin," the prince began, "how do you like your meat?"

"Eh?"

"You heard him", Piccolo began, "rare, well done, medium rare…"

Krillin stopped speaking and looked at the namek and the saiyjin.

"…er…why are you…looking at me like that?"

"Oh...no reason." Vegeta lunged for Krillin, but he jumped back in time and darted for the door.

"DAMN HIM! Come on, Namek! Let's get him and take him back to Capsule Corps!"

Piccolo gave chase to Krillin right beside Vegeta. As they flew through the air, the Namek folded his fists beneath his underarms and flapped his elbows wildly, clucking like a chicken.

"What the HELL are you doing?"

"I FEEL LIKE KRILLIN TONIGHT!"

"MUWHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!"