Our story begins in a high school located somewhere in Japan. We are going to make a visit to Mrs. Barrynavels classroom, with a student trying to finish a test….The student has now finished the test and is now exiting the room…He walks slowly outside and sees something that will change his life forever…or atleast for the time being. It is a muffin. A blueberry muffin. One that is fresh and ready to be eaten. Now…this student isn’t your everyday schoolboy. He happens to be a member of an elite race of people known as Saiyans. Now…what is a Saiyan?..you ask? Well…besides having huge power levels of unbelievable heights, they also have an appetite like no other…I mean, seriously,…like NO other. And when this young Saiyan saw this muffin, his heart exploded…It was love at first sight…*at this point we insert little hearts and cupids flying around and a loud “Love Boom”* “Wow…what a muffin…” Tru-…I mean the young, nameless Saiyan said as he ran his hand through lave-…um..geez..how about black hair…^_~ *wink-wink*…Anyways, after his brief admiration sequence, he made his way toward the muffin in a casual kinda way. “Hey…is the yours??” he asked the little dorky boy sitting beside the muffin. “Is what mine??” “That…” the Saiyan said as he pointed to the muffin. “Is it yours…?” “Oh..umm…yes…it-…I mean…SHE is my girlfriend…” the dork said as he grabbed the muffin ans stroked it gently. “Well can I have it??” “NO!..I mean..of course not!!..why would I give her to you?!” “Well…I am kinda hungry…” the Saiyan said with a sweatdrop. “NO WAY!!!…you can’t eat her!!” the dork said rather defensively. “..But..you don’t understand…I NEED that muffin!!” “Well..not unless you can find me a better baked good…you can forget it!!” the dork said in a triumphant voice. “Oh…really??…” the Saiyan said deviously… “Oh my gosh!!..Look over there!!..It’s a REALLY hot doughnut!!..Go get her!!!” he said in hopes that the little dork would be gullible enough to believe it. “ *gasp* What?!?..Where?!…Oh wow…sorry muffin, honey,…but I gotta go…toodles!!” and with that,…the dork was gone. *we now add a choir singing..Hallelujah!!..Hallelujah!!..Halleee-luuu-jaaaaaaaah!!!*… “Works every time *chuckles* now..to feast!!”