Jan-ken PUNCH!

By Reid M. Haynes

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball/Dr. Slump are the properties of Akira Toriyama, TOEI ANIMATION, and various other companies, as well as all characters within. I am using them without permission, and I am making no money off of them.

Legend:
( ) Denotes thoughts.
{ } Denotes sound effects.

Tale 3: Let's Help Our Dolphin Friends! Part 2

*****

Indeed, the destination of the pipe was noteworthy enough to deserve separation from the previous section. Though the contents weren't much, it had the curious habit of never seeming to end, as many such pipes do. Underneath the garbage it roamed, forcing its way into the clods of dirt and decay that surrounded the dam area. It kept its path hidden underground, as not to be easily detected by any who would inhibit its travel. A good thing too, for the pipe's purpose was very important, and therefore best kept confidential.

Moving steadily, the trash fell downwards as the pipe moved upwards, both navigating in complete darkness. The trash continued to trudge through the pipe, exported from its mysterious source, and the pipe continued a steady path that went further and further away from the trash heap, moving slowly into an arc. Further and further away from the junk-heap it moved, the dirt getting coarser and coarser...

And soon, the pipe moved through a large concrete structure, continuing only a little bit further before finally ending, the source reached at last.

Beyond the pipe's reach lie an extensive waste facility, stinking with all the horrid sensations of the lagoon's dire pits. Composed of steel and concrete, it interlapped in an elaborate design of pipes, pathways, and chemical store-tanks holding vast amounts of cleanants. Various nozzles and valves controlled all the action and, up at the supervisor's box, a large central switch operated the heart of the center: a large conveyor belt moved an extensive line of rancid material forward and out through the large pipe that went to the lagoon.

"How boring," a voice spoke into the echoing domain. "Why must I be restricted to such a monotonous task?"

Colonel Violet monitored the scene lazily from one of the many scaffolds overlooking the waste center, her eyes going over it with an emotionless roll. Her close cropped hair, colored her namesake, was slightly mussed, and her pretty face bore the pallor of ample boredom. She held herself with some dignity at her feeble surroundings, yet her attire carried the same blandness as everything else in this building, save for the garbage itself. Which, quite frankly, was no real compensation.

Resting her forearms on the handrails, Violet gave a long tired sigh. She was supposed to be a powerful official of the Red Ribbon Army, yet she was restricted to the most degrading of jobs, just because she was a woman. In truth, her sex had always caused trouble for her in gaining rank, thanks to General Blue and his aversion to the fairer sex. But even after he had been dealt the red tongue of fate, she still managed to snag grunt work like she was currently doing: trash duty for surplus waste. What a miserable fate.

And, shamefully enough, it was getting more miserable as every day passed. Recently, Red Ribbon had gotten onto a robotics kick, and kept much of their factories pumping out mechs for the army's use. Trouble was that this new wave of electronics was being built with a increasingly odd set of parts, much of which left byproducts to be cleaned up. Which, of course, was given to her to take care of. The woman.

But eventually, she'd have her day. Violet clenched her fists in determination. Somehow, she'd find her way out of this hellhole, then she'd show all those pigs just what a woman could really do. She snickered, entertaining herself with her own ambitious schemes. (I wonder how the Violet Ribbon Army would sound?)

In the meantime, though, she would just have to stay here and wait it out. And find something to do in this pit.

Lifting her arms up, Violet slowly paced down the path to the supervisor's box, taking every step as slowly as possible. Her eyes lazily wandered about the facilities as she turned the knob and pushed open the door. Everything appeared to be in working order. All the tanks were pumping fluid at their proper paces, and the conveyors were all moving at the correct speed. So with a light heart, she settled down into the leather swivel chair that was her one comfort around, and lied back.

She had almost drifted off when {BUZZ!} a small signal jolted her from peaceful slumber. "What the...?" Violet crawled out of her awkward sitting position and headed over to the com link. "Violet here," she said, after clicking it on. "What's the problem?"

All that came out of the speaker was static, for a moment. Soon though, the crackles began to part and form into what roughly resembled a human voice. "...got a small situation," it said, as soon as it became understandable. "We need your judgement."

"Huh?" Violet scowled at the barely audible voice. "What situation? Speak up. I can barely understand you." (Damn these antiquated intercoms.) she thought bitterly to herself.

"Just watch the video feed, ma'am," the soldier instructed.

"What?" But she had no further time for questions, for soon the small monitor flickered on, delivering an image of the junkyard one-kilometer away.

The colonel turned to regard the feed for a moment, and raised an eyebrow. Out on the dam were two children, probably around twelve to thirteen, digging away at the garbage cluttering the area. Violet wasn't sure, but she thought she could see a dolphin floating to the fringes of the mess.

Interlopers.

"Ma'am, they might expose our operations," the RR soldier said through the com link. "I propose we eliminate them quickly."

Violet stared at the image a moment more, and then smiled deviously. "No," she hissed through her teeth. "Let's have a little fun with them first."

"Ma'am?" he asked, a trace of trepidation in his voice.

"Relax, private," she reprimanded, easing over to a large power switch. "They won't last too long, Besides," Her hand grasped the handle. "I've been bored for way too long."

Then she pulled it down.

*****

The switch's main purpose was to reroute the energy current feeding the conveyor belts, in case of a short. However, this power could also be fed straight into the garbage itself, giving it a fierce, electric charge. Traveling between each trash cluster, the charge would eventually transfer itself into the pipe, which would magnify its power significantly, due to the amount of metal making up its composition. With this aiding it, it would move through the rest of the pipe with ease, making its way to the junkyard in about ten seconds. Everything there would receive a burst before the energy subsided and fizzled away.

And if any of the garbage was radioactive...

*****

"Darn it!" Goku cried out, his head popping out from the masses of junk. "That's the fifth time!"

"I already said, pi-pii," Dolphin-kun reprimanded, going underwater to shake off some excess trash. "You can't clean it up that way."

"But we gotta keep tryin'," Arale piped up, pulling a six-pac ring off her head. "I'm sure it'll clear up after the twenty-seventh time."

Although they were fifteen minutes into their task, the group had gained little ground on the monstrous mountain that they sought to break down. Goku and Arale worked at an tireless pace, yet their incredible speed couldn't keep up with the waterfall of waste that poured out, faucet-like, from the pipe. Still, both continued to dig away at the junkyard, never losing their ever-present optimism, despite Dolphin-kun's negative attitude. Despite Dolphin-kun's being right.

"I think we c'n clear a little bit from over here," Goku said, walking over to a small hump in the pile, then crouching down to work away at it. {Fip!}{Fip}{Fip!} he continued to throw the garbage out of the way, Arale soon joining him in his efforts. {Fip!}{Fip!}{Fip!}{Fip}{Fip!} Their efforts were almost synchronized as they continued to remove as much of the dam as they possibly could, and they showed no intention of slowing down. That is, until...

"Help..."

"What the..." the boy halted his progress for a moment, his eyes reaching through the trash. "Hey...I think someone's trapped down there!" he called out, turning to Arale.

"Then let's dig'im out!" she resolved, pointing up to the sky.

{Fipfipfipfipfip!} The two worked double speed at the pile, cutting its size in half after about five seconds. They kept their ears sensitive to noise, trying to make out the identity of the mysterious captive.

"Que-que, please help," Keeping up the process, the pile had soon decreased to about a third of its former size. Yet the pleas continued to haunt them from beyond the depths, so they continued at it as fast as ever. {Fipfipfipfipfip!}

They clawed away at the dam for another three seconds.

"Got it!"

And, finally, they hit paydirt.

"Uhh..." Uncovered at last from the rubbage, the long face of a dolphin poked out of the trash. Like Dolphin-kun, it boasted silvery skin and upturned facial features; however, this new creature has a slight feminine touch on its eyes and nose. But what really distinguished it from the former was a cute, red bow on the side of its temple, an ornament that wasn't taken lightly.

"Dolphin-chan!" the male dolphin cried out, swimming up to where his mate was trapped. "What are you doing here, pi-pii?"

She upturned her head as far as she could and, upon identifying him, gave a weak smile. "Hello, que-que, my love," Dolphin-chan croaked, a grimace leaking through her serenity. "It looks like...I won't be moving for awhile." The female dolphin motioned to her encased body, lowering her head in resignation.

"Why're you under all that stuff?" Arale asked, walking over to the two dolphins. "Were you playin' hide 'n' seek, and got stuck in your hidin' place?"

Dolphin-chan shook her head no, and then raised it up to look at the group. "I was trying to reach Dolphin-kun, que-que, after we had gotten separated," she stated. "But when I tried to jump over the dam, a wave of garbage struck me out of the air, completely covering my tail fin." She sighed. "I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"Pi-pii, you idiot," Dolphin-kun admonished, glaring at her. "What were you thinking, trying to jump all this?"

"But I had to reach you, que-que!" she exclaimed, turning to meet his eyes. "With you being stuck in this lagoon, I didn't know how you were doing!" She turned away in embarrassment. "I was worried..."

"Dolphin-chan..." The other was very moved by this display of emotion, and moved closer to lay a fin on top of hers.

"Enough with th' mushy stuff!" Goku suddenly blurted out, clenching his fists. "All this talkin' ain't gettin' you guys outta here, so let's get back to it!"

He knelt down on top of the trash heap, and Arale, who had spaced out, soon followed suit. They wrenched their hands into claws, getting ready to dig...but before they could get their hands in the dough, they were given a massive shock.

Literally, of course.

{BZZZIT!}

"DahdahdahdaHDAH...!!!" The monkey boy's hair flayed off in twenty different angles, about three more directions than normal for him, as about seventeen volts of electricity ran its course through his body. Orange shreds of gi fell off his form, and his belt grew loose around the middle. His tail had flared like a feather duster, his eyes grew wide and aware, and his mouth opened up in a constant, garbled yell, closing only when he toppled over and {WHUMP!} fell face first into an old cream cheese packet.

"Ugh..." Gradually, Goku found the remaining ounces of his strength, and used them to slowly bumble back upright. Wobbling to and fro, he tried his best to regain some sort of balance sense. Once he had achieved some sort of success, he peered wearily over at the rest of his group. "Is everyone okay?"

Dolphin-kun's eyes had transmogrified into indefinite, anime-style swirly things, and he had rolled off onto his side, floating senselessly against the water. Dolphin-chan was worse, as the blast had knocked her completely unconscious, due to her already weak state. And Arale...well...Arale just kind of stood there, wide eyed and acting like she wasn't effected in the least by the wave of electricity.

"Heh heh, that was cool..." she babbled incoherently, a small smile forming onto her face. Then {WHUMP!} she proceeded to fall flat onto her face, her hat toppling off her head and onto the trash below.

Goku made as if to help her, but was stopped in his tracks by a strange phenomenon. A very strange phenomenon. All around him, the garbage was vibrating, holding onto the energy it had absorbed from the shock. Blue streaks of lighting zigzagged over the tires, cartons, and metal pieces, sending off white flashes that he had to shield his eyes from. The energy kept fizzling, actually seeming to grow within the trash. Its charge seemed everlasting and all encompassing as it began, slowly, to rise off the ground.

"Whoa..." Goku said, in awe.

"Hoyo..." Arale whispered.

The trash continued to display odd reactions to the high voltage ingrained within it. Stranger still, its electric charge had a magnetism effect on each piece, and it actually seemed to be forming into something.

No, it WAS forming into something. Goku couldn't mistake the construction of legs out of some of the smaller segments. Neither did he miss the larger pieces compact above them, forming a torso and gut. The trash was forming into a rough, humanoid shape, going even as far as to create feet and hands, though they bore no digits. This was happening all over the trash dam, identical creatures slowly staggering upright, like pitiful marionettes in the control of an incompetent puppet master.

And when the electricity finally subsided, five mannequins shaped entirely out of garbage faced the group, their arms outstretched in front of them, and slowly moving in.

"Cool, cool, cool!" Arale cheered, throwing her hands above. "Just like in 'Night of the Trash Zombies!'" Then, her face snapped to a inquisitive look. "But everyone died in that show..." She blinked a few times, her mouth open just a notch. "Hoyoyo..."

"Well I won't!" Goku growled, ready for a challenge. "No way!" His hand sharply flicked to the red pole on his back, while his other made a fist at the ghoulish "Trash Zombies." Training his eyes on these instant villains, he started to pull his weapon out of his sheath, raising it horizontally over his head. His eyes grew distant as he concentrated his power. Then {GYUUU!!!} the pole stretched out to quarterstaff length, swinging out until it was clutched by the boy's other hand, directing it into battle position. "Come get some!" he called out, waving Nyoibo tantalizing in front.

They were too happy to comply.

The first Trash Zombie went head on for Goku, preparing for a low tackle. So he quickly skipped to the side, twirled to his left, and {BWAK!} conked his enemy just as it slid past. Peering over his shoulder, he found that two more were creeping closer to attack. These two he charged right away, clutching his stick like a bat and {DNNG!} knocking them flat with a single swing.

He glanced left and right, looking for the remaining two zombies, only to find {NMMM!} one of them had locked his arms from behind. "Errgh...!" He struggled against the half nelson, grabbing onto his arm and forcing it upwards. When he finally managed to free his head, he swooped underneath its hold, cocked Nyoibo forward, and {THUD!} sunk it deep into its "gut."

Before the creature had completely fallen, Goku shot up into the air towards the one remaining problem, who was starting to back away. Too late, though, for he had already reached an apex in the air, and was proceeding to fall straight for the zombie. He took a brief moment to gather strength in his arms, then "HAAHH!" he sent the garbage man flying backwards and into the pile, exploding into a burst of paper machete that soon mixed in with all the other garbage out there.

"Heh heh!" Goku chuckled, brandishing his Nyoibo with two fingers. "That's that!"

{krackle, krackle...}

"Huh...?" he murmured, catching the stick in mid-spin. His head turned to the direction of the sound, searching for anything unusual.

When he caught sight of it, his jaw went slack. "What the...!?"

Through the cans, plates, and car parts, electrical charges were once again coursing between them, acting and reacting within their boundaries. Every bolt gave its target a bit more energy and a bit more mobility, as they once again began to levitate with no restraints. They flew in seeming random directions, glowing with lighting and colliding into each other. Sparks shot out from the clashing pieces, shocks jolted from every angle, and soon...

{BZZZIT!!!}

...all five Trash Zombies were back on their feet, looking fresher than ever, and ready to go "Round #2."

Goku's grip on the staff wavered, sending enough vibrations through to trip it from his hands and onto the junk dam. "No way..." he said, ignoring the fallen Nyoibo. "No...no way...!"

He really should've held onto his pole.

{DONK!} was the sound heard as the zombie's fist met with Goku's face. "Agh!" He knelt down, holding his head in his hand, which set him up perfectly for a kick to the stomach. {PWAK!] He was knocked aside by a slap. {GOMP} A knee hit him straight on the forehead. {WAK!} {THUD} {DOM!} Then...

"Rrraah!" he lashed out with an uppercut, throwing two of the Trash Zombies off him. With a vicious leap, Goku leapt onto his opponents, throwing a flurry of rapid kicks and punches. Furiously he cried, letting loose all of his moves onto his enemies. {Fmm!}{Fmm!}{Fmm!}{Fmm!}

Yet still, no matter how much he fought, the zombies gave as good as they got, and kept coming back for more. Whenever Goku got a little bit of ground on his opponents, an electric pulse would reenergize the monsters like a permanent pick-me-up. Though Goku was far from a dead battery, he still had quite a time trying to keep them all at bay, and it looked like he would be at it for some time yet.

Dolphin-kun watched this apparent stalemate, staying just beyond the sidelines. "Pii-pi, I wish I could help him out," he said regretfully. "But I don't have the capabilities." He turned to Arale. "Is there anything you can do, Arale...?" His sentence trailed off as he saw she was not listening to him. "Arale?"

The nearsighted girl was squinting her eyes at the large pipe from where the garbage was disposed from. Her normally wide eyes were now examining far into the depths, as if she could somehow infer its mystery origin. With a hand on her temple, she contemplated this above all else, making it top priority. Therefore, she was missing most of the action between Goku and the Trash Zombies, and of course Dolphin-kun's inquiries.

"Pi-pii, what's going on?" the aquatic one asked, raising his voice to alert the girl to his presence. "Is there something about that pipe that can help us?"

"I d'know," Arale said vacantly, staring still ahead. "But I think all the bad, flashy stuff is comin' from there." She moved her head from side to side, deciding upon what to do about this revelation, then finally came to a consensus. "I'm gonna blow it up."

"You're going to what..." Dolphin-kun eased back away from her, a little bit nervous about the seaming senselessness of her statements. (The poor girl's had a little too much excitement for one day,} he regarded within his own head.

But Arale didn't seem to think so.

Ignoring the confusion of the dolphin, she spread her feet apart and braced her knees a fraction. In a clenched fist poise, Arale made a face of intense concentration, energies in her body surging to every digit. As her muscles strained, a faint aura was radiated as she gave her efforts to enhancing her power. Her mind was soaring, her spirit was burning. "Hmmmmm...!"

After that, a golden, swirling bubble rippled around the girl, giving off a ring of energy that traveled along the ground. Sort of like a Super Saiyan, 'cept cooler.

Dolphin-kun could do nothing more than murmur incoherent nonsense. "Pi-pii...pi-piiiii...!"

Arale continued to increase her aura, waves of saffron scorching the garbage around her. Like a popcorn popper, little sparks escaped from her orb, crackling into the oxidized atmosphere. Yet, she still held in the bulk of her power seemingly waiting for the right moment.

Goku and the zombies looked up at the fireworks display, ceasing their fighting for a second. "Wha..." the boy said, his eyes growing wider and wider. (That energy, it's almost like the Kamehame-ha...)

She kept the energy moving in a rough orbit, adding little boosts of power periodically. The globe of energy kept growing bigger and bigger, lighting up the junkyard around it. With incredible dramatics amazing the spectators, the girl took a large breath, puffing up her cheeks as the moment grew closer and closer. "Nnnnnn..."

Then, the moment came...

"N'CHAAA!!!!" An incredible beam of sunshine poured out of Arale's mouth, sparkling with electric blue lightning as it snaked deep inside the large pipe, brightening its dark confines into day.

*****

"Heh heh," the woman chuckled, resting her hand on the lever. "Now this is war!" Popping a few "Red Hots" into her mouth, she leaned back in her chair, feeling the hot taste while watching the cool action. "Too bad this can't happen all the time."

For the past five minutes, Violet had been watching the monitor as one would watch an episode of DBZ, sucking up as much action as her pupils could stomach. Watching the little kid take on the electrified monsters was a blast, due especially to that he was so good. And every time he managed to gain a little ground, she just recharged the trash again, bringing them all back like knew. Although, she had to admit, it did get a little boring sometimes. She wished a real blast would enter this boring site.

"N'CHAAA!"

"Wha..." She started at the faint echo, moving out of the seat. "Who's there..." Violet moved outside to the walkway, looking downwards at the large pipe.

Just in time to see a burst of gold extend from the open end.

"What on earrrTTTHHH...!"

{ZZZMMMMM!!!}

*****

{RrrmmmMMM!!!} A huge shock-wave radiated from beyond the junkyard, washing over the many pieces of trash. Loose papers fluttered wayward, and tiny metal shrapnel embedded itself into the piles, which were also shaking with the sudden impact. The entire dam was quaking, every object around toppling about. {MMmmmmmmm....} And just as soon as it came, it was gone, zooming away to shake some other landscape.

With his face once again in the trash, Goku wasted no time in getting to his feet. Once upright, he instantly scanned the area for his zombies, finding them over next to one of the larger piles. Then he did a double take. The zombies WERE the larger pile, reverted back to the very trash they had been created from. The boy looked for the culprit of this act, and found her standing wide eyed in front of the pipe. Looking as innocent as one could possibly be.

"Hiii-cup!" Arale chirped, covering her mouth with her hand.

Instantly, Goku leaped twenty feet to where his strange friend stood. "Wha...what th' heck WAS that?" he gasped out, clutching her shoulders harshly.

"Um...the 'N'cha Cannon?'" she tried, seemingly confused as to why he would even bother asking such a question.

"Whoa..." He took a step back from her, almost frightened. "That's like the hello from Hell!"

"Ain't it somethin'?" Arale boasted, grinning proudly.

"But it's not enough," Goku and Arale ceased their chatter at the melancholy voice and turned around, to be greeted by a very sobering sight: Dolphin-kun, staring sadly at an inert Dolphin-chan. "The last electric charge took everything out of her," he moaned, looking down at her body. "She...pi-pii...she won't wake up...pi-pii..." Tears came to his bulbous eyes, dripping over his face and melding with the slick film covering him.

"After all we went through..." Goku hit his fist against his thigh, handling his sadness the only way he knew how. "Darn it, this stinks!"

Arale just stared at the ground, not really knowing what to say.

Then, all at once, her mourning face flashed into her trademark grin. "Hey, I know!" she said, looking over at Dolphin-kun. "I'll make 'er all better!"

"How?" he asked, not amused by her jubilant attitude in the slightest.

"Well, whenever i freeze up..." she started, then reached back and pulled out a small, sports bottle. "I use 'Robobitan A!'" With the coveted nutrient drink in hand, Arale knelt down to Dolphin-chan, taking her beak with her hand. Pushing her mouth gently upwards, she carefully positioned the "Robobitan A" between the dolphin's lips, and quickly squeezed a sizable amount into her. After that was done, the girl backed away from her patient and waited anxiously for the results.

One second passed.

Then two.

Three, four...

And right after the fifth second passed, Dolphin-chan's head gradually stared to rise. For several tension filled moments, the trio watched as she groaned and moaned to lucidity, shaking out various kinks. Then, she turned to Dolphin-kun, looking at him strangely. "Que-que, why's everybody looking at me like that?" she asked, blinking groggily.

"DOLPHIN-CHAN!!!" Taking a flying leap, Dolphin-kun dove straight onto his fiancée, enveloping her with his fins as best he could. "You're alive, pi-pii! Thank goodness, pi-pii! pi-pii!"

"Oww...!" She grimaced with the heavy weight upon her. "Not so hard, Dolphin-kun," she protested, trying to wiggle away from him. "Que-que, I just got up."

"Yay!" Arale yelped happily, jumping up in the air.

"Heh heh!" Goku chuckled, folding his arms in satisfaction.

Dolphin-kun turned towards the two, and swam up from off Dolphin-chan. His eyes were shining, and his mouth was turned into a REAL smile. "Pi-pii, thank you so much!" he cried, lowering his head in a mock bow. "You have saved both me and my fiancée. How may I repay you?"

Goku put his hand on his chin, seeming to contemplate this. A smile grew on his face. "Well, there is this one thing..."

*****

{KSSSSSS!!!} The ocean's carpet surface split into shears as the two creatures skimmed to the horizon. Fizzing water drips speckled the air when they jumped and skipped across the blue prairie. Above them, cumulous clouds told of a coming rain to a nearby area, yet seemed serene in their white tranquility. And all around, the world was clean and beautiful, untouched by all those who would exploit its natural bounties.

"Wheeee!!!" Arale screeched, clutching onto Dolphin-kun's dorsal fin. "This is so cool!"

"Yeah!" Goku smiled at her from the back of Dolphin-chan, waving his half-eaten fish at her. "And you even get to eat on the trip too!" He took another bite, losing himself in all that salty goodness.

Upon discovering the "N'cha Cannon's" destructive capabilities, it had been easy to clear out all of the trash that had clogged the lagoon. Once the ocean path was open, the dolphin lovers had offered to give our heroes a lift towards the nearest city, which, it turned out, was not far from where they were at all.

"Pi-pii, don't grab on so hard," Dolphin-kun snapped, glaring at Arale.

"Hoyo?" she responded, acting like she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Cut it out, que-que," Dolphin-chan butted in, staring straight ahead at the horizon. "We're almost there!" She pointed a fin forward. "Look!"

"Huh...oh!" Goku's eyes suddenly burst into saucers. "That's IT! The Western Capital!"

Just within eyesight, there stood among the clouds an amazing, silhouette of a city, shining with the bright sun behind it. Sporting round, bubble-like buildings, the entire structure was an odd occurrence of random and symmetrical unity, somehow supporting an incredible array of peoples and places. And although you couldn't really tell how large the city actually was, the boy knew better. Much better.

"So this is the city?" Arale asked, continuing to squeeze on Dolphin-kun, much to his irritance.

"Right!" Goku said, winking at her. "I'd bet your glass things can be found here!:

"Then let's go!" she exclaimed, urging her steed forward.

"Pi-pii, please don't do that," the dolphin whined, a sweatdrop lightly gracing his head.

With this happening, Goku and Arale zoomed towards the great city, leaving a brilliant, aqua streak to burn into the water, mere tire tracks to the rugged explorers that passed by...

*****

Additional Disclaimer(s): "Red Hots" are a product of the Ferrara Pan Candy Company. (though I don't know why I bother acknowledging them, since I pretty much plugged their business -_-;)

*****

Arale: "N'cha! In the next chapter, we finally reach that 'Western Capital' place, and we get t' searchin' for some unbroke glasses pretty quick!"

Goku: "The city's kinda a weird place, though, so we might run into some trouble 'n' stuff."

Goku/Arale: (with arms around each other) "All this and more, in the next exciting chapter of 'Jan-ken PUNCH!'"

RisanF: "Until next time, ja ne! ^_^"





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