A Fight That Turns Into A Lot More
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Chapter 14:
"Kefla, are you all right?"
"Huh?", Kefla replied turning her head to look at Goku.
"You seemed bothered by something," Goku commented. "Whats wrong?"
Kefla looked away from him, taking a second to look around one more time before returning her gaze to him.
"It's weird?", she commented.
Goku stared at her confused, "what is?"
Kefla's face hardened, "this place isn't beautiful."
Goku was confused and was about to ask Kefla what she meant by that, until he took the time to look around himself.
"Oh", he muttered, it was suddenly becoming clearer to what she was referring to.
"Did they not have places like this on your world?", Goku asked her.
Kefla's gazed out to the crowds of people walking by them, "nothing this big."
Goku nodded, "well if that's the case don't let it overwhelm you. It was like that for me at first but thanks to some of my friends I was able to manage."
"Okay," Kefla agreed and she followed Goku as he guided their way to the clothing store. Luckily this store was located in the city's lower levels were there the amount of people began to dwindle down significantly.
As they were walking, Goku and Kefla noticed what looked to be a group of people positioned in an ally way between two buildings. Further inspection showed that it was a gang of youngsters. Kefla stopped and stared at them, wondering what they were up to. She noticed that in their hands were what looked to be spray cans.
At that point it became clear to Kefla just what these kids were up to.
One by one they were taking turns spraying juvenile messages on the wall of one of the buildings.
Kefla couldn't believe this. Memories were starting to flood back now. Conflicting ones of seeing this same kind of thing happen back on Sadala.
Upon looking around, one of the boys turned and actually caught Kefla staring at them.
The boy smiled and nudged one of his partners in crime.
The other turned and caught a glimpse of Kefla too.
They were young, but Kefla was surprised just how young they actually were.
These boys couldn't have been older than 13 years old. And each one of them were giving her perverted stares, eyes searching her up and down.
Disgusted by this, Goku took Kefla by the arm.
"Come on, the place is not very far," he told her.
Kefla just nodded and continued to walk with him.
She shuddered, a mixture of embarrassed and disgusted flowing into her.
Goku asked if she was okay and Kefla responded that she way. Thankfully for her Goku did not purse it any further than that. Instead he continued his role as a guide.
However, unbeknownst to the two of them, the two kids from before had notified the others of their little gang and began a pursuit of the two Saiyans.
"Hello Goku," the woman from behind the counter smiled as Goku entered the store.
Goku returned her smile and waved, "hello Isis."
Isis Morrison was an elderly woman of about 65. Short, grey haired, and a hunch in her back, Isis was someone who had worked pretty much all their entire life and did not get tired of doing it no matter hold much it could be some times.
"Chi-Chi send you here again," Isis asked closing the register.
"no not this time," Goku replied, "but don't worry, that doesn't mean I'm not buying anything today."
Isis laughed, "That's good. Well you have fun deary. Oh, hello."
Goku saw Isis eyes shift to Kefla who had appeared from behind him.
"Sorry Isis," Goku apologized,"This is Kefla. She is a friend of mine and she is new to the area. I'm helping her get fitted in."
Smiling picking up again Isis commented, "your such a good boy Goku. Always willing to lend a hand when needed."
The elderly woman's gaze turned from Goku back Kefla, "well if that's the case hello my dear. My name is Isis. I'm the owner of this establishment. If you need anything let me know, or let some of my daughters know, they should be around working."
"Thank you," Kefla said with a smile. She was starting to like Isis already. The woman was bright and already showing her increased level of kindness.
"No problem," Isis looked at Goku and joked, "no offense, but I were to speak woman to woman, it would be better for you if my daughters helped with your selection."
Kefla laughed as she saw Goku flush in embarrassment.
"Don't worry about me," Kefla assured Isis, "I'll make sure to keep him in check. Thank you so much for offering your assistance."
With that, Kefla took Goku by the arm and began looking around.
"You sure they wen't in here here," one member asked.
The other scowled, "of course they did. They just went in their not even a minute ago. I swear your an airhead sometimes."
The other laughed at the expense of the embarrassed member.
"What ever," he growled.
The leader of the group nodded towards the store, "come on you clowns lets not waste any more time just standing around. Lets have some fun."
The rest agreed to that and began heading toward the store.
Goku never thought of Kefla as someone who would enjoy partaking in the activity of shopping. He sure didn't, but just like his wife, Kefla was jumping into like something had possessed her.
In the time span of just two minutes, Kefla already had a huge pile of cloths picked out, ranging from shirts all the way to various jackets. All of which were selected to her preferred style.
Even though only two minutes had gone by, Goku was already starting to feel over whelmed by the time they got to the dressing rooms. He had to take a seat on one of the chairs outside to rest. While also holding on to Kefla's mountain of clothes.
Closing his eyes, Goku slumped into the chair. He wondered to himself how this could be so exhausting. He had been in plenty of fights were he had almost died due to exhaustion and fatigue, but this was just mere clothes shopping. Probably had something to do with mental strength and Goku knew that in his case, there was very little when it came to stuff like this.
"How does this look Goku?", Kefla asked.
Goku reopened his eyes, only to have them widen extremely.
Kefla looked at him confused, "Is something wrong?"
She smoothed out the arms of her jacket. It was razor black in color with a few cutting lines of silver, and it fit perfectly over her form. Under the jacket was a deep black shirt that she had tucked in to the jeans she also had on. Which snugged her lower half, showing off her curves. For a final touch she had on a pair of tight black boots.
Goku was staring at her with a fixated stare, eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his skull.
Kefla leaned against the wall and smirked, "I take it you like it then?"
Goku snapped out of it, "oh yeah, I think it looks great...great choice."
Kefla laughed, "thank you."
Suddenly, Goku and Kefla's attention were brought to a scream.
Turning their heads, they saw a horrifying scene take place.
Isis was on the ground, having been shoved their by a kid who was now holding out a knife.
The scream had come from one of Isis's daughters who was now on the ground trying to shield her mother, begging for them to stop.
The leader motioned with the knife, "keep quite you. Lets us take care of business and there won't be any trouble."
He turned his head to the others, "okay boys get started."
They began to spread out, one of the boys going to work on the register, while the others were going around gathering items.
"Please," Isis begged, "don't do this."
The leader of the gang gave her a crooked smile, "sorry lady, but us wolves gotta eat to."
"But-", Isis began before she was cut off.
"Shut up!," the leader threatened. He began to take a swing with the night, but before he could get a chance he was forcefully stopped.
The leader cried out in agony as he felt like his wrist was being crushed into pieces.
He dropped the knife and looked.
Kefla had taken a hold of his wrist and was squeezing as tightly as she could while keeping controlled.
"What how are you doing this, AHH!"
The leader cried out again as the bones in wrist sounded like they were cracking.
Kefla said nothing, instead she kneed the kid in the gut so hard it knocked the wind out of him.
Falling to his knees, the leader began crying and begged Kefla to stop and that he was sorry.
Kefla looked behind her.
Goku had already rounded up the other punks and had them all by their collars.
The look he had on his face made Kefla come back to her senses.
Letting go of the boy's wrist she hissed at him, "get out of here, and don't ever come back unless you wan't every last inch of your pathetic body in shatters."
Taking her words to heart, they boy ran out of the store in a hurry.
Goku walked up to the door, "and that goes for the rest of you."
He tossed them all outside were they began fleeing the scene.
"Are you okay mother?", one of Isis's daughters asked. She and her sisters were in the back, hiding until Goku assured them that everything was okay and that it was safe for them to come out.
"I'm fine", Isis said before turning back to Kefla.
"Thank you my child!," Isis hugged Kefla ferociously, "those boys are always hanging around these parts and causing trouble."
Kefla hugged the woman back, "your welcome Isis. And don't worry. If they have any sense they will stay away, and if not then you just tell me okay?"
Isis nodded. "Thank you, you saved this day like a real hero."
Her words of admiration felt to Kefla like someone had revitalized her heart.
"Thank you mam."
Author's Note: Hello everyone. There you have it another chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it and are ready for more to come. As always if you have any requests then feel free to send them in and if any of your ideas are used for the story then I promise that you will be credited. Until next time my friends.