DBZ Krillin's Students

Chapter 2 - The Arrival

Disclaimer : If I owned Dragonball Z, I wouldn't be here writing silly little stories now would I?

Characters introduced this chapter :

Artica - An acrobatic boy on a journey. He has a secret past that even he doesn't know about.

Shinobu - A girl seeking more power. She has a gruff attitude and the strength to boot.

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A young boy about six years of age jumped swiftly from treetop to treetop, his short shiny black hair flowing behind him. He was wearing a blue high neck zip-up shirt and black pants. He easily leapt through the forest as he was trained in acrobatics. He was sure this was the right direction. The directions he was given indicated Master Krillin's training camp was just ahead. Or was it? He wasn't so sure anymore. He saw a sign near a path under the forest's roof, and jumped down to have a look. Little did he realise someone was running down that path. He landed right on top of her and they tumbled down the path several meters before hitting the sign.

The girl got up with an angry expression on her face and dusted her long blond-brown hair off. She was dressed in 3/4 grey camo pants and an orange t-shirt. "Why don't you watch where you're going next time?!" She yelled.

The boy got up, bowed up and down apologetically and said, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. My name is Artica. I appear to be lost. Do you happen to know the whereabouts of Master Krillin's training camp?"

The girl eyed Artica up and down. He didn't look like much of a fighter. "You're going to Master Krillin's?" she asked, cracking a cocky smile. "Well, looks like we'll be competing for the chance to be his student. Hi bub, I'm Shinobu." She said, extending out her hand for a handshake.

"You're going too?" Artica said as he shook her hand. Shinobu made it a particularly hard shake, almost crushing his hand. "That's a mighty strong hand you've got there." he said slightly squeaking.

Later back at Kame House, Krillin and the gang had a little more than they could handle. Around fifty people showed up, all different sizes, ages and even species were here. Krillin was slightly overwhelmed. How was he going to deal with all these people? It then came to him. "Of course." he said. It was perfect. The beach, the sun. "Hey fellas, let's have a barbeque!" Krillin said outloud. The potential students strangely thought this was a great idea. #18 collected some zenny from them all and flew off to get some supplies.

Artica and Shinobu arrived and found a sight they hadn't expected at a training camp. People were just lazing around eating barbequed hamburgers and sausages. Shinobu saw someone who didn't look like a fighter and walked up to him, Artica followed.

"Hey pig," she said abruptly. "Where's that Master Krillin guy?"

"Your a rude one, aren't you?" mumbled Oolong, who was interrupted in mid-chew. "He's over there, throwing one of his 'infamous' barbeques. The guy that's cookin'"

"Who? The midget with the women's apron on?" Shinobu said, her jaw nearly dropping into the sand.

"Hey, that's my favourite apron." Oolong said, his feelings hurt. "It was on special, okay. Yeah that's the guy all right. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover ya know."

"Yes," said Artica. "I'm sure he'll be an excellent teacher."

"Ha! That's assuming you even get in." Shinobu retorted, sticking her tongue out at Artica.

"How mature, Shinobu." said Artica. "Thank you for your help Mr Pig."

"The names Oolong, kid." Oolong said. "If you need anything else... Ah who am I kidding?" Oolong walked off and disappeared into the crowd.

After a couple of hours of sitting around doing practically nothing Krillin decided to get this thing started. He eventually got everyone's attention, but he had to stand on top of a box to do it.

"Well hello everyone." Krillin started his speech, quickly removing the apron before anyone saw it. "I'm glad and quite frankly surprised that so many of you came here today. As you probably already guessed I am Master Krillin. You no doubt know already that only two of you will have the honour of being my students and learning some ancient martial arts secrets. Since there's so many of you I've decided that most of you will be sent packing. Only ten will stay for further tests. The ten will be decided by a Royal Rumble. A circle has been painted on the beach. Basically the last ten people in the ring win."