Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any related anything. I just like to play there once in a while.

Author's Note: I had originally intended to use this as part of a longer story or something, but so far I haven't come up with anything. Nope, not a thing. So its possible that this will come up in a later fic, but its terribly unlikely. Enjoy. ^_^

Since becoming stuck in this strange parallel world (and fortunately being taken in by the Briefs family) I had seen a lot of things that defied the laws of physics and reality as I knew them.

Capsules. Actual lycanthropy. (Or, you know, the reverse.) Sentient, anthropomorphic animals and dinosaurs. Non-sentient, non-anthropomorphic dinosaurs roaming around in the wilderness. Teleportation. Ki manipulation. Ki-powered flight. Cloud-powered flight. (Not that that hadn't been fun, riding a cloud.)

But this one absolutely topped the rest.

The moon was back. (Because apparently it had been destroyed in the past. More than once. Never mind the havoc that would have wreaked on the coastal regions when destroying the moon screwed up the tides.) The moon was full. The Son's youngest kid, Goten, had apparently regrown his tail (a tail!) which only half surprised the Briefs and the other Sons.

Goten was currently rampaging through the desert as a flippin' ginormous were-monkey.

"But that's just not possible!" I found myself saying. "It doesn't make any sense!"

"Oh, this is nothing," Bulma said, trying to be reassuring. "His father, Goku, regrew his tail three or four times before Kami-sama removed it permanently."

"No ," I said. "I mean, where does the extra mass come from? Where does it go when he changes back? He's huge now," I waved in the direction of the chaos to emphasis my point, "and before he was..." I trailed off, putting a hand about hip-high – Goten's normal size. "It's impossible!"

"Well actually," Bulma began, in the tone she used for her explanations of things that she considered everyday but had found that she had to explain to me. But then she stopped, frowned, turned to Vegeta who was currently glaring out at Goten's rampage as if he would have liked to join in. "Actually, that's a very good question."

"We Sayans are very dense," Vegeta grunted in his normal abrupt manner.

Bulma and I stared blankly at Vegeta.

We turned to look at each other.

I'm going to claim that it was Bulma who started snickering first. She certainly has more experience with Sayans.

Soon our chuckling drew Vegeta's attention. He glared at us as if we had mortally offended him.

"What?" he growled, shooting us a death-glare that we had long since become immune to. "What's so damn funny?"

We laughed harder, unable to answer.

Vegeta only continued to glare.

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