Fight Club: anime style!
Disclaimer: All this crap belongs to me, not legally but in spirit so screw you Hollywood!
At a point like this I begin to wonder how clean that gun is...
"Mwfewe"
"30 seconds, think of all we've accomplished"
"Memnshdhje"
"Any meaningful words to say?"
He pulls the gun out of Kruillin's mouth. Kruillin hangs pensively.
"I can't think of anything"
There are vans filled with explosives in the basement parking structures of two dozen office buildings in this area, enough homemade Nitroglycerine to bring down all of them. I know this because Vegeta knows this. I start to think that the bombs, the army and everything that has happened since I met Vegeta all has something to do with a girl named Bulma Briefs. Hold on........
Let's start at the beginning......
I couldn't sleep. Living in my filing cabinet for social security widows and Yups, I hadn't slept in 5 days. I had gone to the doctor, but that hadn't helped.
Theres a snotty looking doctor sitting across from an insomniac looking Kruillin. Kruillin talks in a strange monotone.
"I need some sleeping pills, its awful"
"Im sorry, but there is no identifiable cause of your insomnia"
"What about Narcolepsy? I go to sleep and wake up without knowing where I am"
"You really need to lighten up. Take some natural roots and herbs and you'll be fine"
The doctor walks off. Kruillin calls after him.
"C'mon have pity, I'm in pain!"
The doctor turns around looking exasperated.
"You want to see pain? Swing by the fourth Shinto's at 7 tonight and see the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain"
For some reason we see Kruillin walking towards the temple, with a suspicious air about him. Seeing the sign he heads into one of the rooms in the back and sees a circle of guys sitting down. A little sign on the door says "Remaining Men Together". Without being noticed, Kruillin sits down with fascination driving him to stay.