Goku and Celera picked up what pieces they could that remained of their fallen foes, and stuffed them into a bag. After this, the trio headed towards the destination to get the reward. Saitama was carrying the pieces that would hopefully get him some money, in the bag Celera had found at the last very minute. There was silence, not quite awkward, but not comfortable either.

"You guys going to tell me your names or what?" Saitama repeated his question from before.

"Well..." Goku looked down at him before turning to Celera. Seeing her make no reaction whatsoever, he continued on. "I guess so. My name is Goku."

"Goku?"

"Yup." Goku looked at Saitama, an easy smile on his face. "That's what my grandpa named me."

"Goku huh? I've never heard of a name like that before." Saitama said. He scratched at his chin, looking up at the sky. His eyes landed on Celera. "And, what's your name?"

Celera really didn't want to answer the question. She would have preferred being unknown, but well...Shit happens as the saying goes. Years of Chi Chi and Bulma in her ear made her concede to social etiquette, though she wouldn't reveal her real name. Saitama's next question would be why are you named after a vegetable?

"My name is...Yume."

Saitama blinked, about to pause in his step, but continued walking through sheer willpower. "Yume?"

Celera nodded. "Yup."

"Goku and Yume, huh?" Saitama looked at them both, face open.

Goku nodded after a second. "Yeah."

The minutes felt like an eternity, crawling by in silence. They found the exchange place-a bland gray-blue building with no windows. Saitama lead the way, and they were lead inside to a spacious waiting room that was just a bland as the outside of the building.. Saitama took the bag up to the front desk, with a poster in his other hand. The lady at the front grimaced, and upon calling for someone else-a seasoned man came forward and took the bag.

"There ain't much left."

"I still get the money right?"

The man nodded. "I'll be right back. Wait about ten minutes."

Saitama nodded, walking towards Goku and Celera. "So, I guess I have to wait like ten minutes."

"That must be some reward..." Goku looked thoughtful. He was seated on one of the chairs in the waiting room, with his arms crossed over his chest. Sitting opposite of him was Celera, who had one leg hooked over the other and her arms crossed under her bosom.

"Yeah, two hundred thousand yen." Saitama smiled a bit gleefully.

"Wow..." Goku replied easily.

"Must have been some fearsome aliens, I guess." Celera looked thoughtful.

Saitama rubbed his hands together. "It doesn't really matter."

Celera blinked before conceding with a nod. "I guess so. They weren't noteworthy or anything."

"I don't mean it like that. I would have finished them off quickly and came here to get the reward money. I really don't want to miss the sale that's going on at the supermarket today..."

"You sure like sales, huh?" Goku asked, face open

"Yeah, I need to stock up on some things. There's also a sale on Mochi Ice Cream..." Saitama trailed off, finally taking the time to look the two over.

He wasn't sure what to say about their choice of clothes, though he wasn't one to judge considering he was just wearing a sweat suit. But, Goku's orange-Saitama wasn't sure what to call it, was rather unique to say the least, and Celera red outfit that looked almost the same as Goku's save for the color, and the fact her midriff was exposed.

"Saitama?" Celera asked, eyebrow arching. "What are you looking at?"

"Uh, nothing." Saitama composed himself quickly enough. "Your clothes are just...Weird."

"Weird?" Goku cocked his head.

"Yeah." Saitama answered simply. "Unless you two train in them, I guess that makes more sense. But, since you're not sweating or trying to catch your breath, I thought it's just what you two chose to wear."

"Huh..." Goku scratched at the back of his head. "I never thought much about it."

"Just forget it. Whatever floats your boat, like that saying goes." Saitama turned on his heel, heading back to the front desk to get his reward money.

"He's nice, I think we can trust him." Goku said, whistling to himself.

"Maybe..." Celera said, looking at Saitama-the man was currently taking handfuls of money, talking away with the man at the front desk. "We can't be too sure though."

Goku picked up a magazine, idly flipping through it. He tossed it aside, picking up a book. He set the book back down, settling on just focusing on his surroundings.

"Brother..."

"I hear you." Goku nodded strongly. "He can't be that bad, though. He did come to get rid of those aliens."

Celera wanted to concede to his point-even if Goku could be a little too forgiving at times, and naïve, he wasn't exactly a fool. Besides, Saitama didn't have any malicious or evil energy fuming off of him like Frieza or Cell, but she didn't want to run the risk of ousting herself and Goku. Next thing the whole world military would be after like them like in their universe with Cell before he reached perfection.

Yeah, that didn't need to happen.

"What..."

Saitama's voice nearly jolted Celera from her thoughts. Her eyes honed in on him, and Saitama just looked rather blankly back.

"Nothing, so did you get your reward money?" Goku grinned.

"Yeah, this should get me by for a few months." Saitama stuffed the money into his pockets after showing it off. "That reminds me, do you guys have a place to stay?"

"Well..." Goku looked at Celera, but seeing her only response being the narrowing of her eyes, he wasn't sure if he should talk or not.

Celera stood up, surprising both Saitama and Goku. "I appreciate your concern, but you don't need to offer us any of your assistance or shelter. We'll get by."

"Wait..."

Celera shook her head. "We've already brought you enough trouble."

"Trouble?"

"We killed those aliens." Celera supplied.

Saitama waved his hand, dismissing the worry. "You guys actually helped me out back there by beating them for me. If you would have taken in the body parts for the reward money, yeah, I would have been screwed. I guess I'm indebted to you guys, though."

Celera waved her hands in front of her. "Saitama, really..."

"I insist..." Saitama furrowed his brows. "Besides, the sale is still going on."

Celera sighed softly, scratching at the back of her head. "What are you going to tell your landlady?"

"I'm not sure, I'll think of something. She'll probably be glad there's two more people living with me, even if it'll be a tight fit." Saitama shrugged.

"Let's just accept his offer." Goku nudged her with his elbow, a small smile on his face. "He's going to the supermarket and there's a sale. I'm kind of hungry."

"Brother, you always think with your stomach."

"You're not really a burden or anything like that, besides..." Saitama was already heading for the door, looking back with a smile. "I can't just let a woman sleep outside, even if you are with your brother. What kind of man would I be if I just turned a blind eye?"

"Fine, fine." Celera nodded her head, not going to argue any further. It was just her luck that she'd run into another carefree person like her brother. "But, where do you live?"

"A few blocks away. This is Z city." Saitama replied. "There's a lot of monsters running around here, so a lot of people packed up their bags and left. I guess it can be a pain, but the rent is super cheap."

"Z city?" Goku blinked a few times.

"Ahhh..." Saitama scratched his scalp with his index finger, moving his head from side to side a few times. "Yeah, this city is Z city. You can tell it's Z city because the buildings and areas that have damage still need to be repaired. There's also nobody really living here, other than me, monsters, and that's about it."

Goku looked thoughtful. "So, is there a city A?"

"Yeah, forgot to mention that." Saitama sighed, a bit peeved his mind kept roaming to the sale at the supermarket-the destination they were starting to near.

"So?" Celera looked with intent and curiosity.

"Yeah. There's a city for every letter in the alphabet. City A through city Z. There's monsters in just about all of them, but the most, strongest, and most fearsome are all located here in city Z. There's city Q too, but city Z has the most."

Goku snapped his fingers. "That's why there's nobody around here for miles, except for those two at that place we were just at."

"Uhh, yeah?" Saitama looked at Goku carefully, attentively. The man seemed to be somewhere in his own little world. "Were you listening to me, or..."

"Ignore him." Celera said, waving her hand towards Goku dismissively. "He has selective hearing."

"Hmmm, I get it." Saitama nodded after a few moments of consideration.

"That reminds me. You said that you were in the middle of training when you went after those aliens. You said that you're a hero for fun, too, or something like that. What does your training consist of?" Celera fired off one question from the next, eyes never leaving Saitama.

Saitama looked surprised, before it turned to being overwhelmed, before he took a breath and smiled as he exhaled. "That sure is a lot of questions."

"It's better than me asking one by one, and you giving a response to each one." Celera reasoned.

"True..." Saitama conceded. He did have an unspoken rule, that whenever somebody was speaking to him, that they make their point in twenty words or less. He didn't like longwinded crap, and really, it just made him impatient. "I'm a hero, and training to get stronger. I was in the middle of my training. Well, first I stretch. Then I do 100 push ups. 100 sit ups. 100 squats. And then I run ten to thirty kilometers. I do it everyday."

"Sounds kind of intense." Goku noted-though he usually did about fifty thousand push ups, he had to ki to work with. Saitama had to power through with sheer willpower and physical might.

"Do you train in the Martial Arts?" Goku asked a moment later.

Saitama paused as the door to the supermarket opened automatically, and he stepped in a second later. "No. I just put everything I have behind my strikes, more often than not, my punches. If I can finish my foe with one punch...One strike. That's good enough for me. Can you get those oranges?"

"Sure."

"Those bananas too." Saitama pointed at them.

Goku nodded, grabbing them.

"So, do you train in the Martial Arts?"

"Yeah, I've been training since I was a boy. Maybe we can train together?" Goku ventured, picking up some oranges before putting them into another bag.

He liked oranges.

"Well, I don't see a problem with it. People won't look at me like I'm crazy all of the time." Saitama replied.

"Well, there needs to be a few changes." Celera spoke up.

She was content to stay silent and pick out whatever Saitama was pointing to, and put it in the cart, as well as picking out a few things she wanted, but since this had to with training...She could make an exception.

"What's wrong with my training?" Saitama looked genuinely confused.

"You can start doing more physical exercises for one instead of just push ups, sit ups, and squats."

"Uh..."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Saitama scratched at his head. He really didn't want to object against it, Celera just had a look about her that screamed 'this isn't up for discussion.' He also knew better than trying to argue with a woman, they talked extremely fast, said a lot of words, and he usually kept his words lower than twenty, or twenty. In short, he'd be losing. He also got the sinking feeling he shouldn't piss her off-she'd talk really fast then, and be inclined to hit him.

She'd probably hit him, actually.

"Well, I guess that's cool. Do you guys got your own toothbrushes?"

"Nah." Goku replied.

Saitama grimaced. "I don't mind sharing my apartment and food with you both, but toothbrushes...Just no..."

"That'd be pretty gross-hey! Look at this!" Goku pointed at a row of pizzas in a freezer. "They got pizza here!"

Saitama laughed. "You act like you've never seen a pizza in Japan before."

"Japan?"

"Can you take the cart?" Celera stopped pushing it, giving Saitama a curious look while positioning the cart in front of the man. She had to take action before Saitama started asking questions.

"Yeah, I have to go get some of the fish they have on sale."

Two hours later, and with bags upon bags of groceries, and clothes-Celera conceded she nor Goku could just wear those gis, though Goku would likely just wear it like he always did; the trio finally came upon the apartment complex. Goku and Saitama carried most of the bags, cradling them in their arms, while Celera carried a few that weren't so heavy in comparison.

She gently rolled her eyes, but could appreciate Saitama being so manly and old fashioned. Even if she could carry all the groceries in one arm without any issue.

After climbing up five flights of stairs, Saitama set the bags down on the cement, fishing through his pockets until he found his key and quickly unlocked the door.

"Just set the bags down around the kitchen table or on it. If you put them on the floor make sure you don't put the eggs, bananas, mocha ice cream, or ice cream down-those have to go on the table."

Saitama's apartment was...Whether it could be called frugal, small, tiny, practical, or cheap was up for debate. The door opened, and the kitchen was immediately to the left, one knew from spotting the sink right away. There was a living room-which the flat screen TV was in, a couch, and one recliner. There was a blow up mattress in one corner of the room Right behind was another door, which would possibly be the closet.

A hall led down a few feet to the bathroom, presumably a bedroom-and another bedroom or storage room.

"So where's your landlady?" Celera asked, setting down her bags on the table and stretching.

"Ah, well...You see..." Saitama paused as he began to sort through everything and putting it all in their spots. He took a banana, munching on it as he finished his business. "She moved out some years ago, but I send her money for the rent."

"Then why were you worried?" Goku asked, putting the soup where the rest of it was. "Will she just pop up?"

"I forgot she moved because there were so many sales going on today...I was sidetracked, I guess." Saitama rubbed his forehead with his hand, just a bit embarrassed, but looking thoughtful as well. He normally wasn't so absentminded in front of others, but then again, he had no social life. He just trained like crazy and fought the bad guys.

"She shouldn't just pop up. She usually calls me or sends an email letting me know she's coming, if and when she does. But, since there's monsters running rampant around here and more than before, she just lets me send the money through the mail."

"I guess there's nothing to be wary of." Celera found a seat on the couch, looking out the window just to her left.

It seemed Saitama had a cactus plant.

"Wary?" Saitama tilted his head. "You use really big words."

"It is a four letter word."

"I think he means complicated like all of that stuff..." Goku bit his tongue, stopping himself from saying Bulma. "Math..."

Celera just shook her head. She was with two idiots.

Two morons.

Saitama was inept as Goku, if not worse.

"I'm going to put some of these groceries away and then take a shower."

"Um, about that. I think we should work out a schedule or something." Saitama said a bit quickly, standing straight up. He scratched at his cheek with a withering smile. "So there's not any...Accidents..."

"Accidents?" Celera blinked, she looked at Goku for confirmation.

He could only shrug.

"I don't know what you mean." Celera admitted with little shame.

"I don't want to walk in on you when you're showering or taking a bath..."

"Ohhh." Celera nodded understandingly-this is what Bulma must have meant when she was talking about personal space and her bubble. Nobody could bother her when she was sleeping, showering, bathing, working, tanning, or eating. "I understand and agree. We don't need to bump into each other naked."

"We can talk about it when you're done." Saitama cleared his throat, not at all clearing up the awkward, strange...He had no idea what to call the atmosphere, but he broke it in any case. It was actually awkward, because now he just had the image of him and Celera colliding nude, somehow.

Maybe he'd need to look into getting a bigger apartment. But, the rent here was so cheap, it really couldn't be beat.

"I'm hungry."

Saitama threw her a banana.

"Let's get this out of the way now." Celera peeled the banana, taking a bite.

She found a pen and notebook paper a few feet away.

Saitama blinked, shutting the freezer for a second while he rummaged through some bags. Celera was going through his house-picking up the pen he had been chewing on earlier. He wasn't even sure where the paper came from.

This was a little weird.

He had no women in his apartment, ever.

"What are you doing?"

"You look at me like you've never seen a woman before."

Saitama's mouth fell open before he closed it. "I never had a women in here with me before."

"Saitama..."

"I mean the pen and paper."

Celera sighed, raking a hand through her hair. Goku was content on just putting what he could away while snacking. If anything he found their conversation to be amusing, or just wasn't paying any attention to them in the first place.

"We're going to work out this schedule now."

"I thought we could wait until-"

"Now, we are doing it now. I usually wake up at 8am, but I can be asleep until 10am-depending on how much rest I need. If I have to use the bathroom I'm up anywhere from 7 to 9am. I eat after that, and then usually train. I eat again. Use the bathroom. Train, and then I usually spar my brother too. I don't wear make up or anything, so you don't have to worry about me taking up bathroom time."

Goku hummed in agreement, giving a thumbs up, mouth stuffed with an orange.

"That'll work out." Saitama gave a thumbs up. Either way, whenever she had to relieve herself, or did anything in there, he'd be done by at least two hours. He looked at Goku for a moment, pointing to some fish.

"Can you hand me that?"

"Saitama..." Celera shook her head, exasperated. He had the attention span of fudge.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, I'll be in the shower."