I'll be honest; it took a little while for me to realize what the name of the little Indian boy, Upa, was. For some reason, I had always called him Ponto. Anyways, enjoy this little story! The one-shots don't take place in any particular order, and if they take place in a certain part of the series, I'll be sure to specify.

Problem Two: Flight

It was with his pudgy elbows hanging over the railing wrapped around Korin Tower and his round cheeks lowered into his arms that Yajirobe sighed. He stared out towards the reaches of the low-lying clouds surrounding the tower, all tinted yellow with the setting sun. The sky itself was pink, dyed by those final touches of the sunlight's golden tips. This was one sight that Yajirobe loved, even though it wasn't food. Of course, he did imagine the clouds to be swirled creations of his favorite desserts from time to time, especially when he had been eating Senzu Beans for far too long, but that was on rare occasion. No, even when these clouds just looked like clouds, Yajirobe still loved watching them.

His body jerked suddenly, though, as he felt a wooden staff hit his fat back. He straightened up and scowled, turning around to see a very impatient, white cat standing behind him and crossing his arms impatiently. Then he asked quite testily, "Did you plant the Senzu Beans I asked you to, Yajirobe?"

"No," the samurai abruptly replied, leaning back against the railing. He was not in the mood to deal with Korin, not after being forced to climb up the tower earlier, having had no means of transportation to get back up to the top. No, something had happened to his last Dynocap car - it had been stolen when he had left it out, having hunted down some wild animal. And Yajirobe had been left stranded in the middle of nowhere, trudging his way back to the base of Korin Tower that morning.

He had already had a run-in with that Indian boy, Tupi, and his father earlier that week, what with them telling him that he shouldn't be bringing technology around the the Sacred Land of Korin. They had decided to criticize him on the matters of pollution and other such things. And Yajirobe had simply argued that they were talking about him destroying the environment when they didn't even have proper plumbing, something that they couldn't argue about. But now, even though he didn't even have a car with him, they had decided to nag him about the dangers of technology. Even Yajirobe didn't dare to stand up to the massive, dark man, though there were a few suppressed, choice words that Yajirobe had coursing through his mind throughout this entire interrogation. No, he didn't enjoy that little Ponto fellow and his father's presence one bit, not at all. But Korin wouldn't have them banished, for some reason.

So it had been bad enough to drag himself back to Korin Tower and deal with that runt, Oompa, and his father, but he was also faced with the task of climbing up Korin Tower. And it had taken up a good part of his day, leaving him in a rather foul mood by the time he reached the top. Though to his fortune, Korin was napping on one of the cots inside, leaving Yajirobe some time to calm down, just surveying the expansive view about him. He was still angry, though, from his little excursion earlier. But Korin wouldn't put up with it, snapping, "Well, you'd better get on it, or there'll be no Senzu Beans for you to chow down on."

Yajirobe gave the cat a nasty grimace, stuck in between the decision of climbing back down to the ground level and dealing with that Indian boy, Chumpi, and his father again or simply staying put with starving. But his stomach betrayed him as he was about to make his decision, giving a rather loud rumble, which left him to simply growl, "I'm goin', I'm goin'." And with that, the fat man turned around with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

He placed his large hands on the railing, looking down over it and gulping. He didn't want to climb down, and he knew that this whole matter would be so much easier if he could simply drift down like all of the other Z Fighters, landing gracefully on his feet. Yajirobe had never bothered with learning to control his ki, able to use this as an excuse to get out of battles and training sessions. But now the lazy warrior wished that he had some way of getting down more easily without a car, as he would only have to climb back up again, probably not reaching the top again until the next day's sunset. He glared down at the bag of Senzu Beans at his waist, wishing that they weren't such a trouble to mess with. It was no wonder they were so rare, considering Korin was too lazy to go down the tower himself to plant them.

Before he pulled himself over the edge of the railing and hug the tower within his large arms to begin the tedious descent, he spun back around to Korin and grunted, "Don't you have something I can use to get down faster? Like a cloud?" He had seen Goku ride around on that Nimbus a lot as a kid, and though Korin insisted that he couldn't make one fitting for Yajirobe's tainted soul, he thought the cat was probably just holding back in an attempt to make him suffer.

"If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times," the cat only huffed, moving his cane in one swift movement to knock against Yajirobe's hollow head. "You must be pure of heart to use a regular Nimbus, and I already gave my only Dark Nimbus away to Mercenary Tao years ago. There's nothing I can do, you lazy oaf." Korin leered as he heard Yajirobe mumble a few insults to his family and all of his ancestral cats. And an idea suddenly formulated in the cat's mind.

Korin's tone became far softer as he said, "Actually, there is something I can do to help you get down a little quicker." Yajirobe glared at him suspiciously, but he followed Korin's finger as he pointed out to the horizon, demanding, "Look out there. Squint your eyes really hard, and I think you might see it."

Yajirobe leaned over the railing of the tower and stretched his flabby neck out, his large head sticking out as far as possible as he mumbled, "I don't see any-"

But the samurai suddenly lost his voice as he fell over the side of Korin Tower, all thanks to a shove at his rear end by a small, white cat. And Korin only chuckled darkly, crouching over the railing and waving his wooden staff as a farewell. "Bye, Yajirobe!" he yelled towards the plummeting figure, hoping that the man wouldn't get too beat up after such a fall. He had tumbled off the tower before, though Korin wasn't sure how many times it would take before the samurai broke. He needed Yajirobe to return in one piece to have somebody to teach, and Korin thought that his first lesson would be on laziness. And then maybe one on flight.

Korin smirked to himself and snickered deviously as he strolled back across the landing, his staff clanking along the way. Certainly, yes, Yajirobe wouldn't return for another half a day at least. That gave the cat plenty of time to come up with new ways to torture the man.