Chapter 2: A friend and a Dog
A/N: Still a new idea rolling around in my head let's just see how this pans out.
"Man, I swear like all you do is workout."
Goku stopped turned his head at him, "I do not." Interrupting the fluid movements, the impressive mess of solid muscles that was normal to his lineage but not to those around him. Wearing nothing more than a pair of orange pants Goku was the complete centerpiece of eye candy that got many people. Women and men alike into this gym. It was no particular reason that Goku's place that put him at the forefront of the Turtle Hermit's martial arts and body training center.
The old master Roshi would simply enjoy the 'benefits' of one of his best students. With so many women coming inside to use the conveniently placed exercise bikes, treadmills and elliptical machines with their shapely backsides all for him to ogle and occasionally smack into was also purely accidental.
"I just have a schedule Krillin, it's not that I just workout." Goku smiled as he resumed his movements, flowing from his katas into a series of punches and kicks that had been so well developed the floor mats were broken in and grooved to where one could follow his movements from start to finish.
Krillin just shook his head, "Look man I love your dedication, but you can do this for hours. I mean how?"
Goku rose his one foot from the ground straight vertically before jumping with his other foot before fluidly kicking upwards with the other foot, rounding backwards with the momentum and landing on his toes in less than several seconds. "I just enjoy it, who doesn't like working out and feeling strong?" Goku said offering his friend a smile.
Of course the applause from all the women watching Goku only made him laugh and wave too all of them.
Krillin mildly sulked in his jealousy, his short height and insecurity when dealing with women was something he just had trouble overcoming.
"Oh Goku you look so amazing!" A voice applauded coming up to him, many males in attendance watched the redhead come towards the spot where Goku was training. Her black shorts and training shirt barely holding back her developed features as she gave him a big hug. Ignoring the sweat, as she was intimately used to having Goku in much less glorious conditions in her arms.
"Hey, how are you doing Suno?" Goku cheerfully replied giving her a hug back. "Getting a good workout in?"
'Without missing a beat, I mean this guy just have everything for him.' Krillin crossed his arms and closed his eyes trying to ignore the fact that Goku was having some hotty all over him. 'I work out too! I mean come on I'm an accomplished fighter and just look at this!'
Several other women, all of whom knew the man and had a very pleasant conversation with him came over to see of the spiky haired man's schedule.
"Eh a bit jealous there Krillin. Eh hehehe-!" The jabbing elbow of the gym's owner and trainer, Master Roshi wearing his red hawaiian shirt and beige pants.
Krillin's face went a bit more red as he merely grunted making the old man laugh. "Yeah hard to compete with him, but I tell you back in my day I beat women off with a stick!"
"I really find that hard to believe master Roshi." Krillin grumbled ignoring the smack of the old turtle master's wooden cane atop his head.
"Oh you don't believe me eh? I tell you when you saw me I was second to no man. I mean just look at how I was back in my prime-!" His cane swung outwards pointing towards his 'portrait' his over muscular frame training those in the art of the turtle school. It would've a little flattering except it was him still with his full white beard and bald head.
"Of course master Roshi, considering that portrait was made two years ago." Krillin's voice dripping with sarcasm and he moved to the side to dodge the old man's cane again.
But Krillin looked back seeing how Ran-Fan, Suno, Rei, and others were all swooning over Goku. Yet the hardest part of it all was that Goku wanted almost nothing to do with them. Sure he might talk with them and be friendly but there was no drive! 'I mean really!'
It took close to several minutes for Goku to finally get his groupies separated from him. It required several phone numbers given and exchanged, but he did manage it. Making his way to clean up for the day and then get some food before getting ready to get some rest.
So then it was left with Krillin and Goku showering up. The happy carefree man whistling a tune as he cleaned himself off. Though Krillin was less focused on himself and more on the man next to him.
"Goku, seriously as a man how do you do it?"
Goku stopped his hair a mess of white shampoo and hanging down around his shoulders. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"You know, how do you do so well with women? I mean you say just be nice and be yourself but that doesn't work for me!" The smaller man vented his frustration with the other who smiled at him.
"It does work Krillin, not for every woman but they work very well. Even I can't get every woman though I keep trying."
Imaging her even now, her long unbound raven black hair, that smooth creamy white skin, soft brown eyes. That was a woman he wanted, though he didn't truly understand why. He just wanted her.
Badly.
"Really how many women don't give you their phone numbers? How many redhead's with double D's don't just jump into your arms?" Krillin's words rolling with both sarcasm and jealousy. "I mean really Goku can't you just tell me your secret man?"
"I don't have a secret Krillin, I'm just who I am. I don't try and be someone else and well Suno she just really likes me." Blushing slightly as he leaned his arms on the shower stall.
Krillin knew why a lot of women 'liked' his friend, the non transparent glass made that evident. "Look… Goku I just want some help, I mean come on there's nothing wrong with me as a person right?"
"Nothing really," Goku said looking at his friend. "But… you do get really defensive when people call you short."
"HEY-!" As if snapping to prove Goku's point. "I am perfectly normal for my size."
"Krillin if that were true you wouldn't try and tear my head off and defend your size everytime its brought up okay?" Goku tried to plead his case but only met the cold spray of the shower head over his face. "See?"
"There's nothing wrong with my size!"
Sighing Goku accepted the cold shower spray for a minute before easily reaching over and turning the head towards Krillin. "Yeesh! That's cold!" He quickly spun the knobs to shut off the flow as he glared at Goku. "Alright then who is it that you can't get? Who are you so into that resists your charm?"
"Heh, that would be one of my bosses. Miss Mao."
Krillin smacked his face, "Well of course you couldn't get her!"
Goku chuckled, "You just said who it was that resists my charm and immediately when I tell you one you say I can't get one."
Krillin released a groan of frustration as they both finished up showering and headed back to the locker room to get ready to get dressed. "Goku your boss barely qualifies as a woman."
"How so? I think she's very much a woman."
Krillin opened up his locker as his friend dropped his towel right next to him and without a shred of decency changed next to him. Fortunately he was used to this kind of behavior. "Let me explain this to you, there's about as much chance of you getting in her bed than I have with every woman you've ever met."
Bracing one arm on the locker Goku looked at Krillin who looked up to him with a serious glare.
"Miss Mao is…"
Never a hair out of place, a woman of means and someone who accomplishes everything in a timely and near perfect manner. Though she couldn't claim to win every single case that was laid before her, the track record she had set was one of the best.
The product of a beautiful mother, and overprotective father. Chi-Chi was idly checking her last memo's for a civil dispute between two companies. Covering an infringement policy that one company had apparently violated another's use of a certain brand logo and title that they owned per copyright law. Her client Intela-star electronics having paid her quite the six figure sum to have
With one side claiming that this was of their own design it was left to Chi-Chi to prove wrongdoing on the part of the defendant in the suit that they had indeed violated copyright law.
Her phone rang, and without looking up she picked up the receiver and brought it to her ear. "Miss Mao, vice president and civil litigations chief." Listening as she heard the caller she nodded her head, "Of course, I am currently investigating your claims. Though I can see a heavy bias and use of your new brand of electronics model we have to see if it was done per-say with intent to cause a unfair use of your copyrighted design. It-" She was cut off and immediately her neutral face turned into a cold sneer as she hated being interrupted. "Excuse me sir, but do not tell me how to do my job. You paid me to do this 'legally' remember?" Her tone shifting to as if she were talking to a child.
Chi-Chi Mao was not one you could ever talk down too. A PHD, a prodigy, the future president, and the best that the world had to offer for her father's law firm. Ox-King and associates, its where her genius had come from, her was mother a well mannered and practiced doctor. Her father a brute of a man, but held a level of tact and decor as the head of his own law firm.
Her mother had unfortunately died when she was very young due to complications that were unknown at the time. One's that her own doctor did not bother disclosing, perhaps out of jealousy, or maybe incompetence on the part of those who worked at her hospital.
Ox-King, her dear father could've taken them and driven them into the ground physically but that didn't cause enough heartache and pain. Chi-Chi's father knew that fighting in the ring was one way to get payback, but destroying someone so thoroughly in this world required a law degree and the mindset of a vicious shark or in this case a rampaging Ox that saw red.
She never knew the settlement costs, that was sealed documents, but it wasn't enough. Daddy still mourned for his wife, the money was compensation but it would never fill the void for the missing woman it had to replace.
The voice on the other end of her phone finally stopped its griping and bitching letting her speak. "You want results, then I require more money. I have ways of getting what we both want out of this. Even if it doesn't lead to outright litigation, I can file an injunction and delay their proceeds enough for you to make back your lost profits. So what do you want, do you want berate one of the finest civil attorney's in the city or have her do her job?"
Time passed and Chi-Chi heard her client return to a state of reasonable mind. "Very well, thank you for your time and patience." *click* the phone set back down on its holder and she got back to doing her job.
She didn't have time to waste on fools, waste on people who were beneath her. There was a bright future for her if she kept working on it. There would be a man worthy of her attentions, one who would love her, be her equal, and more importantly give her the most perfect child.
Except there was no man currently like that. She would have to just put off getting married, and finding the correct guy. Nope that would just have to wait.
Clicking away on her laptop and then going back in between documents Chi-Chi was looking for a solid little fish.
Something just swimming along that her eyes spotted, it didn't matter who it was. She could find someone that would make do.
A knock at her door, "Miss Mao. It's almost seven," Her dutiful alarm clock had come again to yip at her feet. At least her dog was loyal, a bit annoying, but she tolerated him. Simply because he was at least her loyal dog.
Turning off her computer Chi-Chi stood up and gave a proper stretch, not even bothering to dignify the man who had come to remind her that she was about to go past working hours.
Grabbing her business jacket Chi-Chi straightened up her desk and swiped her personal phone to make sure that she hadn't received any messages. 'Zero Matches, zero emails, zero responses'
Fixing her hair in the mirror she could see her loyal dog standing by the door. 'Must you stand there and watch me? I am not to be drooled over by a dog such as you.' She thought in a moment as she looked back at him but her face gave no indication of it.
Her little dog's antics were tolerable, but she saw the way he looked at her, though a woman should consider it flattering she could not. Goku was low class, a common denominator in the public. A lowly security guard, with the only claim to his fame and status being a near impeccable figure and freakish senses.
If to even rank him Goku would be a four on a scale of ten. He had good qualities but nothing special, plus he was just very strange. Having witnessed the man put away such a heavy amount of food that made her sick to her stomach.
Moving to leave the room her little puppy stopped her, though she might've glared at him for daring to do so he pointed back towards her desk. "Keys."
"Thank you." She replied though she wanted to simply scream in her head. 'I always, ALWAYS forget my keys.' Padding back she grabbed her car keys off her basket in her desk. Blaming her dog for distracting her and making her forget to grab them.
Not addressing him as she walked out of her office, hearing him lock up her room behind her as she made her way towards the elevator.
Pressing the button to go down Chi-Chi remained stoic as Goku came up and stood off to her side waiting as well.
It dinged and opened up, she walked in first going to the back and turning around. She said nothing watching as he pushed the button to go down to the main lobby.
"No." She said not even bothering to look at him. He laughed, a grin on his face.
"Alright, alright. Though I would hope that one day you'd at least try then I might stop asking."
Oh that was a laugh to her, as if her accepting the dismal task of getting coffee with him would ever stop his antics. He was a dog and he'd keep bothering her if she let him have his way, she was by all rights his owner. Dog's didn't ask their masters to do anything, it was the other way around.
"Goku, you are a good employee but you are simply not my type." A bit of a lie, he wasn't simply, he was completely not her type.
He smiled at her, such a sickening sweet smile. It was no wonder how he was able to swoon all the little girls down on the first floor. Those little sluts with skirts would fall for something so trivial, it was pathetic really.
The elevator dinged, her short brief imprisonment with her employee now over she left before him and headed out to her car.
Casting the redheaded secretary a glare from the side of her eyes that ditz completely missed as she went to go fawn over the muscle bound security guard.
That was the type of girl that was worthy of someone like her little dog, she was nothing like that. She was by all rights a woman of means, intelligence, and power. She needed a man that had all the same means someone near her equal.
This was her life and she deserved only the best. If she had to remain alone a couple extra years to find the right guy then she would. It only made sense, perfection took a little bit of time and hard work.
R&R
Kerghan
