A/N: I've been watching the Dragon Ball series for the last couple of months and needless to say, it's great. I have an entirely new love for Goku. I actually prefer kid Goku to adult Goku. Anyway, here is a one-shot for the major Dragon Ball character, Master Roshi. I had to show him some love because he's a great character.
Eternity
I always liked these sunglasses. They helped me see things I probably shouldn't.
Pale gray. That was the color of her panties. Oh, Roshi, you old goat. This is why you weren't worthy of following in Master Mutaito's footsteps. He was a selfless soul and you live to please yourself. No matter how beloved or renowned for martial arts you've become, you yearn all the more for sweet, young flesh.
Why are they so beautiful and unattainable? I'm twice, no three times the man these debonair Yamchas and charming Gokus are. Why, in my day I had a throng in thongs waiting for the chance to be mine.
Maybe that's the problem. At more than 300 years old, I've not only been around the block, I'm a founding member of it.
And yet, their beauty riles me.
Sometimes, I imagine that I can take my pick. Yes, who will it be? The voracious Chi Chi or the buxom Bulma? Oh, how I miss Launch. It didn't take long for both of her personalities to ignite me.
But this isn't proper or befitting of a master.
All that glistens isn't gold and fire will always be hot.
I've been burned so many times. And slapped. And punched. And hit with a mallet. Oh, hell, you get the point. Launch had bullets with my name on them.
Perhaps, if I hadn't been burdened with immortality, I would have been able to cope with losing her. Of all the secrets and mysteries I've revealed, only my sister, Baba knows about Lycena, my wife and the mother of my slain twin sons.
She was such a delight that could envelop the most inconceivable cold with warmth. My parents introduced us at the tender age of ten and she was my match in every way. Oh, Lycee, my eternal soul still imagines coming home and seeing you, raven locks long since turned gray.
Didn't you want to share all time with me?
Of life it is true that we live and die. Mostly. My and Lycena's story, however, has been written and the book sealed. I'll always wonder how different things would be if King Piccolo hadn't sent his henchman to destroy you and our sons. I promised I'd never be so weak and defenseless again.
For you.
For Libet and Jaron.
Forever.
My, she's a beauty. I can almost see everything through that dress.