Chapter Twenty
"You dirty little pig!!" Saiai screamed. "Don't you ever touch me again!!! Especially there!" She smacked the offender and slammed the bathroom door. "Stay out!" she yelled as she locked it.
"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Oolong cried, holding his face. He backed away from the door. A laugh came from behind him and he turned.
"Oh, Oolong. You need to learn how to be more hospitable to the ladies," Roshi said. "Like me."
"You?" Puar interjected. "You got set in your place less then five minutes after she arrived."
"Ah, hush!" Roshi replied. He grabbed another porn magazine and went outside to his lawn chair.
Chapter Twenty-One
Juunana-guu staggered under Trunk's Burning Attack. He looked down at his clothes. They were way past repair now. He'd have to throw them away. He looked up as Piccolo joined. They were really doing some strange things today. They apparently thought that it took all of them to ruin a pair of clothes. Maybe all the fighting was getting to them. Their sanity was diminishing greatly. He smirked. If that was the case, it wouldn't be long before they cracked and he won. Then he felt something on his leg. He looked down at Chiaotzu. The little painted clown was hugging his leg. Juunana-guu easily pulled Chiaotzu off and threw him to Tien. "Keep your toys to yourself. Especially those that try to self destruct."
"MASENKO HA!" Gohan yelled. Juunana-guu turned just in time to get hit full in the face, barely blocking. He staggered back, trying to deflect the blast. It pushed him into a tree, where he finally found his footing and sent the blast into the forest.
Vegeta smirked. The battle wasn't as easily won as he'd originally thought. He was enjoying himself.
Piccolo surveyed the area. There was some definite damage done. But where was Juuhachi-guu? Normally she would have arrived to save her brother and her pride. He glanced at Gohan.
*She's dead.* Gohan said telepathically, understanding his mentor's question. *Her own brother killed her.*
*Well, it's fortunate for us, at least.* Piccolo replied. *It's time to quit playing now.*
*Hai.* Gohan dove at Juunana-guu. His job was to help distract Juunana-guu to set him up.
Juunana-guu jumped to the left to avoid Gohan, and jumped right into Vegeta and Trunks. They both grabbed his left arm, while Tien grabbed the right one. Juunana-guu jerked his right arm and nearly threw Tien off, but he held on until Gohan flew around and grabbed on, too.
Juunana-guu stopped struggling for a minute. First, they destroyed his clothes. Then the clown tried to mate with his leg. And now these four were hugging his arms. They were definitely losing their sanity.
"MANKANNSAPPO!" Piccolo yelled as a beam of energy shot from his hand, two fingers aimed at Juunana-guu's shoulder.
Juunana-guu jerked again, as the beam cut through his shoulder. It almost hurt him as somehow it penetrated his skin. Somehow, it ripped through his skin, tore away at the wiring in his shoulder, and exploded out his back. He smirked as Vegeta nearly avoided the exiting beam.
"Damn Namek!" Vegeta swore. "Watch it!"
A slight amount of blood dripped down Juunana-guu's back, but thanks to Geru, he felt nothing but moisture. Still, he was debating how much sanity the Z fighters had left. They had not only left his clothes in tatters, but now they were stained as well. Really. Was a set of destroyed clothes worth that much to them? Vegeta and the others could have the clothes as a trophy for all he cared. He wanted to take over the world, not model clothes.
Together, Trunks, Gohan, Vegeta, and Tien let go of Juunana-guu and floated up, watching him intently.
*Now what are they doing?* Juunana-guu asked himself. *Are they staring at their trophy? Making sure it's exactly how they want it to look on the wall?* He laughed silently. *Well, let's move the show up to the air.* With that, Juunana-guu started to rise up to them, when he suddenly dropped back to the ground. He watched a look of victory slowly creep over Gohan's face.
"I think it's working," Gohan whispered. Tien and Trunks nodded.
Juunana-guu quickly checked his inner circuitry, looking for the problem. Things were beginning to shut down, while others started malfunctioning. *Piccolo's weak blast couldn't have caused this much crap!* Juunana-guu thought worriedly.
Vegeta watched Juunana's eyes cloud with confusion. "What's wrong, android?" he asked, dripping with sarcasm. "Having internal problems? Need some help?" He smiled evilly and raised his hands toward Juunana-guu. "Big Bang Attack!" Vegeta yelled.
Juunana-guu couldn't react in time to block the attack, and it hit him head on. The heat was unbearable. From the outside, Vegeta's attack. From the inside, his own body was burning. Tiny fires were starting all over. Smoke was building up. In a matter of minutes, his body would shut down to avoid further damage. If he didn't explode first. And with how the situation was at the moment, he would have been grateful for his body to shut down. He didn't enjoy the feeling of fire inside him.
Gohan watched as Juunana-guu's mid-section burst into flames. The flames quickly spread outward to his arms and legs. Juunana-guu's eyes sent one last glare upwards before they, too, burst into flames. Gohan turned his head. He didn't want to watch anymore. He could still hear it all, though. He closed his eyes and he heard Juunana-guu's last struggled cry as the last explosion occurred. When he looked back, all there was to indicate anything was a greatly burned area of the forest.
Tien looked over at Gohan. He smiled. "We did it, kid." His glance flickered to Vegeta, a glare crossed his face, and he looked back at Gohan. "With some help. Chiaotzu and I are going to head off now. If you need us, you know where to go." He and Chiaotzu lifted off and disappeared.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saiai sat next to the bathtub, hugging her knees to her chest. She couldn't believe Piccolo would just leave her there. Especially with those two perverts in the living room.
In the living room, Master Roshi and Oolong were staring at the TV. They were watching twenty young girls work out. Suddenly, Roshi's door was ripped off it's hinges. He looked up as Piccolo walked in.
Piccolo glanced around, his eyes pausing on the TV, then they flashed threateningly at Roshi. "Where is she?"
Oolong and Master Roshi pointed nervously down the hall. Piccolo walked down it, stopping at the only closed door. He knocked once. "Saiai?"
Saiai jumped at the voice, then she ran to the door and yanked it open. She hugged Piccolo in relief, then her anger took over. She let go and glared at him. "How dare you leave me here! You are worse then a jerk!"
He looked at her, picked her up and put her over his shoulder. "Is that supposed to insult me?" he asked as he carried her down the hall.
"Oh! Yes! It is!" she cried as she pounded on his back. "Put me down! I can walk on my own!" She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, and promptly found herself sitting on Roshi's floor.
"Would you rather stay here?" Piccolo asked coldly. "Because no one is making me bring you back. I can easily leave you here. I don't have to deal with your immaturity."
Saiai's eyes widened and she shook her head hard. "No! I don't want to stay here! I'm sorry. I'll shut up." She smiled timidly as she stood up. "Please don't leave me here. I'm sorry.
Piccolo picked her back up and put her over his shoulder again. He glared at Master Roshi one more time before taking off out the open door.
Chapter Twenty-Three
*Three weeks later*
Gohan sat at his desk. He should be studying, but he couldn't concentrate. The past few weeks kept playing through his head. There had been some weird events happening. The major one was Saiai and Piccolo. Somehow, they had gotten together during the fight with the androids. About a week and a half ago, Piccolo had moved Saiai and her stuff to his cave. She was no longer living at Bulma's.
It was so weird watching Saiai and Piccolo. They were so much like Vegeta and Bulma. Granted, Piccolo wasn't as chauvinistic as Vegeta, or as full of himself, but he still had his moments. And Saiai was definitely having a hard time living up to Piccolo's expectations. She never let his comments about "weak females" cut too deep, but still they hurt. She was proving herself, slowly. Though sometimes it took her a long time to convince Piccolo to give her a chance.
For the longest time, Saiai had been trying to convince Piccolo to teach her to fly. It had taken quite a bit of patience to ignore Piccolo's constant attacks about her inability to learn. She wanted to prove she could. Gohan replayed their conversation in his head.
"I'm not going to waste my time trying to teach you something I know you won't pick up," Piccolo had said.
Saiai's face had changed from pink, to red, then to maroon as she struggled to keep her anger under control. "I can learn. But I need you to teach me," she stated evenly.
"You aren't that talented," Piccolo had replied with a smirk.
At that point, Gohan had slipped away, leaving Piccolo and Saiai to 'discuss' it alone.
Quite suddenly, a pounding at the front door shook Gohan from his thoughts. He remembered he was the only one home, and headed to answer the door.
Saiai knocked again. *Please be home, Gohan. Please.* Saiai begged silently.
Gohan opened the door. He looked at Saiai, surprised. They had become good friends since the battle, but she hadn't appeared on his door step without notice before. "What's up, Saiai?" he asked, wondering if anything was wrong.
Saiai's eyes glittered with excitement. "He's going to teach me to fly! Piccolo finally said yes!!" She smiled happily. "I think it's partly to shut me up. I haven't quit bugging him about it for three days straight, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to fly!"
Gohan smiled back at her. "Congratulations. Maybe we can go flying together sometime then. I can show you some really pretty places."
Saiai grinned proudly. "Thanks!" She hugged Gohan quickly. "But I gotta go. Piccolo's gonna be back soon and then he's gonna teach me to fly." She looked thoughtful for a minute. "Unless he disappears again . . . Well, if he does, I'll be back! See ya!" Saiai turned and ran off in the direction of Piccolo's cave.
Gohan watched her till she reached the forest and disappeared from view. He was happy for both Saiai and Piccolo, but the fact that Piccolo was asexual just made the situation weird. One thing Gohan definitely wasn't going to ask either of them was about their sex life. He didn't want to know.
Gohan sensed a familiar ki and looked up. Piccolo was soaring across the sky toward his cave. Gohan smiled. He knew exactly how Saiai was going to learn to fly. She would learn exactly like he did. Piccolo wouldn't give her any breaks. Gohan turned and closed the door. He headed to his room. His studying was calling him. Or maybe it was Chichi in the back of his mind . . .