As Yamcha promised, he revealed to no one the couple's location. However, he did hunt down Lunch, one of Goku's oldest acquaintances.
"Hello Yamcha!" she said perkily. "It's been too long since I've seen you!"
He had to restrain himself from visibly licking his lips; it seemed like she hadn't aged a day, and she was still as beautiful as ever. However, he had a girlfriend, Maron, even if she was one of the least intelligent beings to ever walk the planet.
"And I you," he said. "Come here a moment, will you?"
As the dark-haired beauty approached him, he tossed a handful of dust in her face. Her reflexes took over as she inhaled…and then sneezed.
Her hair lightened colors as her other personality--the psychotic, weapons-loving one--took over. "What do you want?" she growled.
He draped an arm around her shoulder. She glared at it, but made no effort to remove it.
"Lunch," he said, "You like parties, don't you?"
"Of course."
"And you like to get drunk, right?"
"It's one of my favorite activities."
"In that case, how'd you like to help me organize a party where you can get drunk all you like?"
"Keep talking."
***
Several minutes later, he flew away, contented. That had gone well. And now, he had another stop to make.
***
He landed on the small isle on which Kame House was located.
"KURIRIN!" he yelled.
Not too much later, a small man with lots of black hair walked out of the tiny building.
"Hey Yamcha. Whatcha want?"
Yamcha told him about the Gohan situation, omitting the younger man's hiding place.
"So will you help me plan his party?"
"Sure, anytime."
"Good." Yamcha cast a glance back at the house. "Uh--Juuhachigou won't mind, will she?" Yamcha and Eighteen had never gotten along that well to begin with, and having her husband hang around a lot of naked women might be pushing it.
"Yamcha, let me remind you of something. We live. With our daughter. In the house. Of the world's biggest pervert. Who has the largest collection of pornography in the world. If she doesn't mind that, she definitely won't mind this."
He chuckled, waved goodbye, and took off into the air.
"Hello Yamcha!" she said perkily. "It's been too long since I've seen you!"
He had to restrain himself from visibly licking his lips; it seemed like she hadn't aged a day, and she was still as beautiful as ever. However, he had a girlfriend, Maron, even if she was one of the least intelligent beings to ever walk the planet.
"And I you," he said. "Come here a moment, will you?"
As the dark-haired beauty approached him, he tossed a handful of dust in her face. Her reflexes took over as she inhaled…and then sneezed.
Her hair lightened colors as her other personality--the psychotic, weapons-loving one--took over. "What do you want?" she growled.
He draped an arm around her shoulder. She glared at it, but made no effort to remove it.
"Lunch," he said, "You like parties, don't you?"
"Of course."
"And you like to get drunk, right?"
"It's one of my favorite activities."
"In that case, how'd you like to help me organize a party where you can get drunk all you like?"
"Keep talking."
***
Several minutes later, he flew away, contented. That had gone well. And now, he had another stop to make.
***
He landed on the small isle on which Kame House was located.
"KURIRIN!" he yelled.
Not too much later, a small man with lots of black hair walked out of the tiny building.
"Hey Yamcha. Whatcha want?"
Yamcha told him about the Gohan situation, omitting the younger man's hiding place.
"So will you help me plan his party?"
"Sure, anytime."
"Good." Yamcha cast a glance back at the house. "Uh--Juuhachigou won't mind, will she?" Yamcha and Eighteen had never gotten along that well to begin with, and having her husband hang around a lot of naked women might be pushing it.
"Yamcha, let me remind you of something. We live. With our daughter. In the house. Of the world's biggest pervert. Who has the largest collection of pornography in the world. If she doesn't mind that, she definitely won't mind this."
He chuckled, waved goodbye, and took off into the air.