Sound bytes at the end of the experiment
(Title Screen: JOURNEY TO NAMEK)
(The space ship is rocketing straight up, apparently out of control. Lights are flashing. The speed is blowing Bulma's hair back and pinning Mr. Popo to the floor)
Bulma: Doesn't this space ship have any seat belts!?
Ship's Computer: (pleasant female voice) Seata-belta.
(A toilet with spikes on the lid pops out of the floor)
Bulma: What in the world...is that?
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Mr. Popo: That's what "Seata-belta" means.
Bulma: No way! What I need is a chair to buckle into!
Ship's Computer: Buckla-onto.
(The toilet disappears, to be replaced by a long, comfy-looking chair)
(An energy beam lifts Bulma up into the air and plops her down into the chair)
Mr. Popo: Well, you asked for that also, Bulma. "Buckla-onto" means "sleepy-time" in Namek.
(The ship slows. The two look out the window to see...)
Bulma: I don't believe it! Jupiter! We're already to Jupiter! It works!
(Back on Earth: inside the Capsule Corporation, Bulma, her father, and numerous workers are going over the alien space craft. Bulma's father's cat is peeking over his shoulder...)
Bulma's Father: Who would have thought of doing that? Brilliant, just brilliant...
Bulma: Hey, Dad--how's it going over there with the engine?
Bulma's Father: Just peachy, dear.
Bulma: (speaking into a phone) Krillain, it works! We've got the spaceship running. You won't believe this, but we saw Jupiter!
Krillain: Ummm...Bulma, are you feeling all right?
(Krillain is still wearing a bandage on his head. He's standing at a payphone in the hospital)
Bulma: (shouting) Yes, I am feeling all right, you little runt! You may not believe me, but the space ship flew. So get your little rear end ready for Namek!
(She slams down phone)
Bulma's Father: Gotta do something about that girl's temper!
Bulma: You should have seen it! It was amazing, it got off the ground and flew, it was like poetry in motion. It zoomed like...a well greased wheel. As smooth as...let's see...as smooth as Master Roshi's head!
Mr. Popo: But not as hard.
Roshi: But watch those comments about my head, young lady!
Bulma: You were great, too, Mr. Popo. I'm glad you're going to Namek with me.
Mr. Popo: Bulma, I can't do that. No way! I can't take off that long for a journey so far away. Not me!
Mr. Popo: I can teach you Namek, Bulma.
(Bulma is flabbergasted)
Krillain: I think it's a great idea, Bulma. We all know you're the best mechanic and you'd be real handy if anything breaks down.
Bulma (dry): Gee, thanks. (She gains verbal steam) Well, I demand a good shower. And a brand new hair drier. And I want a comfortable bed and a feather pillow, too.
Yajirobe: You couldn't pay me enough, not even with food!
White Cat: Believe me, we won't try very hard.
Bulma: It'll take two months. At the most! How about you, Krillain.
Krillain: Two months?
Krillain: Well, okay, I guess. I owe the others that much at the very least.
Goku: (who is still encased in bandages and hooked up to machines) I wish I could go with you, Bulma. It sounds like a lot of fun ... space travel, crazy adventures...
Krillain: It's too bad you can't, ol' buddy. We could sure use your help on this one, Goku.
Goku: You'll do just fine.
Gohan: I'll go.
(Long moment of stunned silence)
Chi-Chi: (brightly) Gohan, darling, you just have a little bump on your head...
Gohan: C'mon, Mom. I - I have to go with them. I have to help get the Dragonballs so we can bring Piccolo back to this dimension.
Goku: (cheerfully) Well, then; looks like it's settled.
Chi-Chi: Settled, nothing! Gohan, you'll get yourself hurt, or lost, and is that what you want for your poor mother to go to worry herself sick about you for months on end?
(Gohan sits on the edge of his bed and starts unwrapping bandages)
Chi-Chi: What! Don't unwrap that put it back around your head! Where did I go wrong? And what about your schoolwork, Gohan? You have that project due in science class next week, and that book report...
Chi-Chi (as the others look on, half-smiling): ...you going to have to reschedule all those things with your teachers, PLEASE DON'T GO, my baaaby!
Gohan: Sorry, Mom. I'm not a baby. Not anymore.
Yajirobe: That's right, Chi-Chi. Your son's a big shot now.
(Chi-chi cries. The Ox King puts a hand on her shoulder)
Ox King: There, there Chi-Chi.
Bulma: I'll keep an eye on him for you. He'll love the ride! It's a lot of fun, Gohan!
(Gohan brightens up)
(In front of Kame House, Bulma is practicing her Namek as sea gulls fly by)
Bulma: I hope I remember my Namek.
Krillain: You did learn it in a hurry, Bulma.
Bulma: (sharply) I'll be just fine, Krillain! It's you I'm worried about. You just better be ready.
Krillain: Uh, yeah. Sure.
(Krillain is wearing a sports jacket that says "Kame" on the back and a "Kamesen Kulilin" baseball cap.)
Krillain: Hey, what kind of outfit is that? You look like a linebacker or something.
Bulma (who is wearing a bulky space suit): Who are you calling a linebacker?
Krillain: Well, y'know...I like to be comfortable when I'm "traveling."
Bulma: Think you're ready?
Krillain: Yep, I sure am!
Bulma: All right. Just don't lose your lunch at take off.
Krillain: Lose my lunch? I don't think so, Bulma. I'll have you know I've ridden on far worse things than this contraption.
Bulma: Merry-go-rounds don't count.
(Everyone makes "huh-ing" noises and look to the sky. The air-car lands on the lawn of Kame house)
Ox-King's voice: Ahoy, everyone! (Close-up of suitcases being thrown onto the lawn) Friends, Romans, and countrymen! Brace yourself and prepare your eyes!
(Everyone stands up straighter)
Ox King: Presenting: Ms. Chi-Chi and her well-groomed son.
Chi-chi: (hauling more luggage out of the air-car) Very funny. Dad, I told you -- don't leave his computer behind. Gohan, sweetie...come on out and see your friends.
(Camera shows first feet encased in sensible brown shoes, white socks, then pulls back to reveal Gohan in his school outfit: shorts, jacket with purple lapels, a red bow tie, and a red canteen slung over one shoulder. His hair has been cut short and straight. He growls in annoyance).
 White House press conference." |
(Gohan growls again)
(Krillain bursts out laughing)
Krillain: Ha-ha-ha, yeah, right, real handsome! Hey, Gohan, what's the deal with your hair?
Gohan (blushing) Mom put some gel on my head.
Chi-chi: That's right, just a tiny bit of styling gel, and he's practically a little model!
Krillain: And what's all that over there?
Chi-chi: Well...(she points to a bag that says "Dragonball" on it, then hops around cartoon-style to show off other treasures)...this is his favorite bowling ball right here, and I thought you might want some cookies, and some Dijon mustard, and there's his hair dryer, and some more gel for his hair, and also a package of...
Krillain: Wait! No more, no more!
Bulma: (depressed) I wish I had packed more gel.
Roshi: Good luck, kids. You must go now and find the Dragonballs.
(Roshi and Krillain shake hands. Bulma, looking determined, stands under the space ship)
Bulma: Piccolo!
(The platform slowly lowers. Krillain and the others jump on. The Ox King piles Gohan's luggage onto the platform)
Gohan: Thanks a lot, Grandpa. Bye, Mom. Bye Master Roshi, bye, Turtle. (He bows)
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(The platform raises. Chi-chi calls out to Gohan)
Chi-Chi: Goodbye, Gohan! Bulma, see that he takes his vitamins, and write to me everyday!
(Roshi flashes a peace sign and laughs)
Krillain: Bulma, where do you want me to put my suitcase?
Bulma (snapping as she's buckling in): I'll tell you where you can put it--right in your big mouth.
Krillain: Y'know, I think I asked for that.
Bulma: Grab a seat. "Dorigalo craka."
(The computer beeps and puts "OK" onto its screen. The ship roars off the ground)
Krillain: (howling as he's smashed into a seat) Thanks for the warning!!
Bulma: (pre-occupied) Sure.
Krillain and Gohan (screaming)
Krillain: Bulma, slow down, we didn't have time to fasten the seat belts yet!! (Gohan's luggage flies around the room, smashing open. The First Aid kit flies past, as does toilet paper and a Dragonball manga)
Bulma: Hang on, guys, I'm taking us to Namek.
(Meanwhile, back on earth:)
Roshi: Unbelievable, that thing's moving like a frog on the Frisbee.
Chi-Chi: (cups her hands to her mouth and shouts) Gohan! Make sure you look both ways!
Bulma: You guys pack too much junk. I almost got impaled by that silly hairbrush of yours.
Krillain: (nervously) Not...mine
Gohan: Sorry
(Gohan presses his face against the viewport)
Gohan: I bet the Earth looks beautiful from up here. (He looks about, wide-eyed)
Bulma: (over her shoulder as she exits, sharply) To get some privacy. I'm going to sleep.
(Both the guys are wide-eyed and look somewhat concerned)
Krillain: You're going to sleep...already? Good night, then.
Gohan: Good thing Mom packed me extra clothes.
Krillain: You don't have to rub it in.
Krillain: Y'know, Gohan, you look pretty funny in that outfit anyway.
(Gohan begins to take off his clothes. He folds them carefully)
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(Shot of Krillain looking on and blinking once or twice)
Krillain: Wow, you look just like Piccolo!
Gohan: Good! I hope it makes me fight like him.
(Meanwhile, back on earth -- the hospital. A nurse walking down a hall hears grunting.)
Nurse: Huh? He's at it again!
(Goku is on the floor of his hospital room, still wearing a body cast, doing sit-ups as Master Roshi looks on)
Roshi: (As he munches down on a piece of cake) Eighty more!
(Nurse opens the door and rushes in)
Nurse: Shame on you, Goku! Doctor?
Doctor: (following her in) What have I told you, Goku? You simply can't exercise with that bad arm.
Doctor: I've about had it with this. I recognize that Saiyan philosophy is unique, but you're still under my care.
Goku: But--you're guessing.
Doctor: That's beside the point. (Turning on Roshi) This is your fault!
Roshi: What? What the-- my fault? Oh, all right, fine, let's get him back in bed.
(The nurse grabs Goku's feet, Roshi grabs Goku's shoulders)
Roshi: My back!
Doctor: She's right. At your age, you should be watching your diet!
Roshi: Shouldn't you two be paying more attention to your patient, here?
(Chi-chi is on the balcony looking at the clouds)
Chi-chi: Gohan, my baby. I hope you're okay. It's hard to know when your children are growing up. I hope you understand that someday when you have kids. But I want you to know even if I haven't told you, even though it's hard for me to say this sometimes: I'm very proud of you. I'm proud of you, Gohan.
Gohan: Thanks. But I wouldn't mention that to him if I were you!
(Shot of the spaceship's interior. Close-up of a bored Bulma at the controls)
Bulma: Krillain, I was just wondering; where do you think Vegeta went?
Krillain: He got banged up pretty bad. I bet he just went someplace to recover.
(Shot of a circular ship speeding through space. Close-up of Vegeta, bathed in sweat, face screwed up in pain)
Vegeta: My wounds will soon be healed...with the blood of revenge!
(Ship speeds on its way)
(Through the porthole of their own ship, Krillain and Bulma catch a glimpse of ... something.)
Bulma: Hmmmm?
Krillain: What's that?
Gohan: It looked like a shooting star.
Bulma: It's way too early for us to be approaching Namek.
(Bulma looks at the computer, which is displaying a grid and indicating an approaching object)
Krillain: (looking out the porthole) But it looks like it went away.
(An alarm goes off. The interior of the ship starts flashing red)
Gohan: Look, Bulma! UFOs!
Bulma (gasps)
(Outside the view port, dozens of small red crafts with clear domes appear. A female computerized voice is heard)
Voice: Space probes initiating offense strike delta.
(The probes begin firing laser blasts)
Bulma, Krillian and Gohan: AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Krillain: Make...make it fire!
Bulma: I'm trying to remember how! (To the computer) Stanko boomska! (The computer flashes compliance) Yes!
(Bulma's space ship emits fiery blasts, eliminating many of the drones. Others speed by the ship as explosions continue. Inside, Bulma and crew are hooting in triumph, thinking they've won)
Bulma: (looking at the computer) Sorry, guys, but this thing isn't over yet. Check this out.
(Everyone stares out the port hole)
Gohan: Wow, what is it?
Krillain: It looks like a space ship.
Bulma: And it's not slowing down.
Bulma: It's going to crash right into us.
(Approaching Bulma's craft is an identical one)
Bulma: Oh, no!
(She swings the craft around, but the approaching craft makes the same maneuver)
Krillain: Hold on!
(It looks like a collision is imminent...but instead of crashing the two images merge, then disappear. The camera pulls back to reveal: a glossy, reflective surface covering a tear-drop shaped craft. Inside the craft, alarms are sounding and lights are flashing. Bulma and Krillain pick themselves up)
Bulma: Krillain, where do you think we are now? It looks a lot like a space ship.
 it around the world." |
Bulma: That's right...just waiting to--
(Gohan pops out in front of them)
Gohan: Hey, guys! Happy landings, huh?
(Krillain and Bulma yelp before realizing who it is)
Gohan (laughs)
Krillain: Great. Miss Gohan.
Bulma: Well, I guess we should probably take a look around here.
(Krillain climbs off his chair and puts on his baseball cap)
(The three disembark onto the new ship.)
Krillain: (grimly) Piccolo. (The ship's platform rises)
Bulma: (amused) You're a quick study.
(Krillain looks abashed)
(The three walk through a dark, cavernous room and into a doorway)
Bulma: Not too fast, you guys. This place gives me the creeps.
(The three walk down a long tunnel with metal walls)
Bulma: There's probably no one here. This thing could've been abandoned, floating for hundreds of years.
(The camera continues to focus on her; only the top of Gohan's head is seen during the conversation)
Gohan: Then why are the lights on?
Gohan: I wish we'd get to what-ever it is we're looking for.
Bulma: (stops in her tracks) I think we have.
(Music changes from ominous to light as they come out of the tunnel to find a table loaded with food)
Gohan: Wow, good food!
(Bulma checks out the room; Gohan runs to sit at the table)
Krillain: Smells so good.
(Bulma leans over table and picks up a fork and knife. Out of a fruit bowl, a knife shoots out, just missing her. It embeds itself into the wall behind her.)
Bulma: (laughing idiotically) Looks like forbidden fruit to me!
(The knife triggers an alarm. The room shakes. A supporting pillar is pulled away, flinging a black dome on top of the table. Krillain and Gohan roll away from it.)
Gohan: Where's Bulma?
Bulma's voice: (sounding tinny and really annoyed) I'm in this thing, stupid, get me out of here!
Krillain: Don't worry, Bulma, we're on our way!
Bulma: Hurry!
(The dome quickly retracts into the floor. Bulma screams as she's carried, bound, to the ceiling and left hanging there.)
Gohan: Hang on, 'kay?!
Bulma: I don't think I have much choice, Gohan!
Krillain: Bulma!
Bulma: (wails as two cylindrical objects are pressed against her cheeks)
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(The guys are surrounded by dozens of spiky-haired kids. Gohan gulps).
Gohan: There's...there's so many of them...
(He finds himself looking down the barrels of numerous guns)
Krillain: They mean business.
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