Juuhachigourox

    The first time she'd made her appearance was about a week after Cell, sometime near midnight.    He'd felt the chill in the air, like a draft wafting in from a window, though none were open and he was under the covers.       An unnatural static rose the hair on the back of his neck, causing his heart rate to speed up drastically.    He'd jolted up in bed, clutching the edge of his sheets, his mouth humid and sticky.     A sharp pain of fear rippled down his spine. She was there, staring at him, her pale, blue eyes seeming to glow in the dark.    Her expression was grave as she hissed the eeriest sentence: "Give me what I want."    

Fortunes Disclaimer: Did you really think that I owned DBZ? Well, I don't. So there. A/N: Well, I really had fun writing this one . . . R&R! "C'mon . . . where the heck is it?" "Did you check the drawers?" "Uh, nah, duh!" "Was it there?" " . . . um, no." "Yamcha, I seriously don't think we should be snooping like this." Yamcha turned around slowly to look at the smaller warrior, withdrawing his head from other the couch. "Ugh, quit worrying man. No harm done, ok? It's not detrimental." No. Krillin could disagree. If she caught them . . . lots of harm could be done. But he stuck a hand between the couch cushions anyway. No luck. "G

Fusion's Claustrophobia: Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. A/N: This came to me while I was in a BIGLots . . . . Hmm, and I may have made this with Trunks having a lot on his mind for an eight year-old. And Goten's a lot smarter than people give him credit for. *Shrugs* He had literally fused. Fused! With him. Goten. That boy with the crazy hairdo (seriously, was he the only Saiyan with normal hair?) who was supposed to be his best friend. And he was. They were close.     But they weren't supposed to be that close! It was terribly uncomfortable, fusing. It felt as if he were all on top of Goten, mixing all in with his body parts and his le