DBZ Krillin's Students
Chapter 1 - Get a job!
Disclaimer : I don't own Dragonball Z or any of the character therein.
This fanfic will be about Master Krillin and his students (who will be introduced next chapter). The story starts just before the World Tournament Saga in DBZ. Expect comedy, fighting, saving the world and guest appearances. Please R&R if you wish.
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We open on a scene of a sea side property. It is a pink house with the words Kame House written on it, rolling hills and farmland can be seen behind it. What's that? Kame House is supposed to be on an island. True, but Krillin turned the house back into capsule form and moved it to the mainland. Why you ask? Watch this scene from a couple of days ago.
*flashback*
Krillin is sitting at the dinner table, a full head of hair adorns his head. Master Roshi and #18 are also at the table. #18 had a child in her arms, little Marron, who is crying her head off.
"Oolong, are you done with dinner yet?" #18 yells impatiently.
"Hold ya horses." Oolong calls from the kitchen. "I'm only one pig, ya know." Oolong makes his way out of the kitchen with a chef's hat and a "kiss the chef" apron. He's carrying a platter into the dining area. He places it on the table and takes the lid off. After the steam clears everyone can see what they are having for dinner.
"Enjoy your meal." Oolong says cockily.
"Well gosh." said Krillin unenthusiasticlly. "Boiled sprouts again."
"I can only use what I'm given." grunts Oolong. "It's not my fault you cheapskates don't have anything good to cook."
"Yeah, but maybe if you came out transformed as a belly dancer, we'd appreciate it more." said Roshi slyly.
"I'm not here for your perverted pleasures old man!" Oolong shouted, his face near red.
"Maybe if someone here..." #18 said while smacking Krillin on the back of the head "got a job, we'd be able to eat well."
"Huh why me?" Krillin asked, pointing to himself.
"Because he's older than dirt." #18 points to Roshi, who nods his head in agreement "Oolong couldn't do an hours work before collapsing, and I have to look after Marron."
"Oh man." Krillin sighs. He tried to think what he could do. It then hits him. "I know! I've always meant to train some students. I could be Master Krillin! And I could charge the students money!"
Master Roshi throws a sprout at Krillin and hits him in the head. "I'm the only master around here! I don't want anymore noisy kids on my island anyway!" said Roshi angrily.
"That's okay," said #18. "I have a plan." And with that she left the room. The others finished eating their so-called meals and retired to bed with growling tummies.
In the morning Master Roshi is still half asleep. "Come here darlin'. Big ol' Roshi has a present for ya!" he said groggily as he awoke. "Damn it. That was a good dream." Roshi tried to open his eyes but was blinded by light. "Arrggh! Who opened the curtains?" When his vision returned he noticed the curtains weren't the only things missing. The whole house was gone! Roshi was laying in sand. He looked around frantically. Most of the island was empty but he saw a tent. He ran over to it and found a note. "Be back in six months. Love #18." he read aloud.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Master Roshi's scream could be heard for miles. "Without a TV how am I supposed to watch the aerobics?!" He looked in the tent. "At least they left my magazines." he said sadly.
*end flashback*
Now we're back to today. Krillin walked out of the newly moved Kame House's front door, dressed in a new warrior gi primarily red in colour, with a light brown shirt underneath. He was refreshed and ready for training. All he needed now was students. #18 had already advertised all over the land. Things like "Learn under the famous martial arts Master Krillin." and "Learn to be stronger than Hurcule in 12 easy steps." However unsure Krillin was of her advertising tactics, they've had alot of calls so things were looking good.
Chapter 1 - Get a job!
Disclaimer : I don't own Dragonball Z or any of the character therein.
This fanfic will be about Master Krillin and his students (who will be introduced next chapter). The story starts just before the World Tournament Saga in DBZ. Expect comedy, fighting, saving the world and guest appearances. Please R&R if you wish.
----------
We open on a scene of a sea side property. It is a pink house with the words Kame House written on it, rolling hills and farmland can be seen behind it. What's that? Kame House is supposed to be on an island. True, but Krillin turned the house back into capsule form and moved it to the mainland. Why you ask? Watch this scene from a couple of days ago.
*flashback*
Krillin is sitting at the dinner table, a full head of hair adorns his head. Master Roshi and #18 are also at the table. #18 had a child in her arms, little Marron, who is crying her head off.
"Oolong, are you done with dinner yet?" #18 yells impatiently.
"Hold ya horses." Oolong calls from the kitchen. "I'm only one pig, ya know." Oolong makes his way out of the kitchen with a chef's hat and a "kiss the chef" apron. He's carrying a platter into the dining area. He places it on the table and takes the lid off. After the steam clears everyone can see what they are having for dinner.
"Enjoy your meal." Oolong says cockily.
"Well gosh." said Krillin unenthusiasticlly. "Boiled sprouts again."
"I can only use what I'm given." grunts Oolong. "It's not my fault you cheapskates don't have anything good to cook."
"Yeah, but maybe if you came out transformed as a belly dancer, we'd appreciate it more." said Roshi slyly.
"I'm not here for your perverted pleasures old man!" Oolong shouted, his face near red.
"Maybe if someone here..." #18 said while smacking Krillin on the back of the head "got a job, we'd be able to eat well."
"Huh why me?" Krillin asked, pointing to himself.
"Because he's older than dirt." #18 points to Roshi, who nods his head in agreement "Oolong couldn't do an hours work before collapsing, and I have to look after Marron."
"Oh man." Krillin sighs. He tried to think what he could do. It then hits him. "I know! I've always meant to train some students. I could be Master Krillin! And I could charge the students money!"
Master Roshi throws a sprout at Krillin and hits him in the head. "I'm the only master around here! I don't want anymore noisy kids on my island anyway!" said Roshi angrily.
"That's okay," said #18. "I have a plan." And with that she left the room. The others finished eating their so-called meals and retired to bed with growling tummies.
In the morning Master Roshi is still half asleep. "Come here darlin'. Big ol' Roshi has a present for ya!" he said groggily as he awoke. "Damn it. That was a good dream." Roshi tried to open his eyes but was blinded by light. "Arrggh! Who opened the curtains?" When his vision returned he noticed the curtains weren't the only things missing. The whole house was gone! Roshi was laying in sand. He looked around frantically. Most of the island was empty but he saw a tent. He ran over to it and found a note. "Be back in six months. Love #18." he read aloud.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Master Roshi's scream could be heard for miles. "Without a TV how am I supposed to watch the aerobics?!" He looked in the tent. "At least they left my magazines." he said sadly.
*end flashback*
Now we're back to today. Krillin walked out of the newly moved Kame House's front door, dressed in a new warrior gi primarily red in colour, with a light brown shirt underneath. He was refreshed and ready for training. All he needed now was students. #18 had already advertised all over the land. Things like "Learn under the famous martial arts Master Krillin." and "Learn to be stronger than Hurcule in 12 easy steps." However unsure Krillin was of her advertising tactics, they've had alot of calls so things were looking good.
