TRUNKS: What a great idea.
GOHAN: May I do the honours?
YAMCHA: Hey, you destroyed Cell! Let someone else have turn!
GOKU: I'll do it! (turns SSJ)
AUTHOR: Holy s**t! OK, ok I'll tell!
KRILLIN: Please do.
AUTHOR: Well, it kinda goes like this, I, erm--
VEGETA: Just get on with it!
AUTHOR: Well, I kinda took Trunks for a drink at the local club.
TRUNKS: You got me plastered?!!?!?!
AUTHOR: Well, yep.
TRUNKS: But I've never drunk in my whole life!
AUTHOR: Really? You girl! Bulma drinks more than you!
TRUNKS: Don't call me a girl!
AUTHOR: You were putting those drinks back like you were an alcholic x10!
TRUNKS: I hate you!!!
AUTHOR: Sooooo while you were slammed and falling about the place saying you fancied Android #18 like mad, I took advantage of the situation and got you to sign the contract.
TRUNKS: I said I fancied Android #18?!!?! Oh my God! I'm gonna kill you you b**ch!! (turns SSJ)
AUTHOR: I'm afraid you can't darling.
TRUNKS: Oh yeah?!
AUTHOR: Yep. It's in the contract that you can't kill your darling Author! So na na na na nah!
VEGETA: Screw the contract! Lets kick her a$$!!
EVERYONE: Yeah!! (everyone powers up)
AUTHOR: Uh oh.
GOHAN: GET HER!!!! (starts running after the sniveling Author)
AUTHOR: AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
The Dragonball Z fighters then chased their Author into the sunset and teamed up on her. She was found .....dead.