(NOTE--If you have not read any of my other stories, you will be confused as heck by the presence of certain characters. It is recommended you read "Saiyans on the Road" and "Time Passages" before this one)
Now that he had allies to help him plan the parties, Yamcha could concentrate on the guest lists. He decided that first he would invite the guests to Gohan's party, and then get the ones for Videl.
Now then…who would like to go to a bachelor party…
***
It took some difficulty, but eventually he found the house of the man he was looking for.
Well…perhaps the term man was not entirely correct.
Yamcha landed and knocked on the door of the log cabin. After a moment, the door opened to reveal Juunanagou. Seventeen. Unlike his sister, he didn't hang out with the others as much. After the defeat of Cell, Yamcha could remember seeing the cyborg only twice. Once at his sister's wedding to Kuririn, and the other time at the birth of his niece Marron. Other than that, he had mostly been an enigma, preferring his solitude. He liked to hunt, so Yamcha supposed he didn't like people disturbing the habitat.
"I remember you," said Juunanagou. "How may I help you?"
"You've been invited to a party," said the scarred man, and then outlined the situation.
"Well, well, well. That does sound like fun. I'll definitely be there. Good luck with the preparations."
"Thanks," said Yamcha as took back to the air, "and good hunting."
***
"Of course we'll come!" said the old man. "Won't we Oolong?" The shape-shifting pig grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
Yamcha sighed inwardly. Perhaps inviting Oolong and Kamesen'nin was a bad idea. But it was too late now.
"Thank you. But, master, please don't try to fondle any of the ladies. This is a case of 'look but don't touch.'"
***
A few minutes later, Yamcha sat in the air, cross-legged. He was thinking.
*Let's see…this doesn't seem like the kind of thing for Tenshinhan or Chaozu…Goten and Trunks are too young…I'll have to ask all of Gohan's friends, of course…*
There was one individual whom Yamcha was particularly worried about inviting. Still, it involved Gohan, so he had to be asked.
***
Piccolo didn't blink.
"So, you're wondering whether I wish to attend this so-called 'bachelor party' for Gohan?"
"Ye-es."
"What are they like?"
Yamcha tried his best to look nonchalant. "Well, there'll be lots of drinks…"
"I believe I can metabolize alcohol."
"And lots of women," he said, carefully omitting the role of said women.
"I've seen females before. Well, it is for Gohan, so I'll be there."
"OK!" said Yamcha, sounding a bit overeager. "I'll just…be going…then…heh-heh…"
He flew away quickly.
***
He landed at Capsule Corporation, currently serving as home for him, his close friend Pu'ar, and his girlfriend Maron, not to be confused with Kuririn's daughter.
*I suppose I'll have to ask the rest of the guys,* he thought. His stomach felt full of lead. The other guys at Capsule Corporation were a very diverse crew, to be sure.
***
"Why, I've known Gohan since he was this high!" said Dr. Briefs, placing his hand a few feet above the floor. "Of course I'll come!"
Yamcha was a bit surprised, but not too much. The doctor was a genius, but sometimes Yamcha had the sneaking feeling he wasn't that different from Kamesen'nin, only with a much higher IQ.
***
"A chance to imbibe spirits and ogle beautiful females? I'd be a fool to pass it up!" said Broli.
Yamcha sighed. After restoring Broli's sanity, they'd discovered that he was quite the refined gentleman, for a Super Saiyan. It was a tad irritating.
***
"Hmm…why not. I need something to do," replied Turles in response to Yamcha's invitation.
Broli and Turles had come from an alternate dimension, where they had also survived the destruction of Vegetasei. For a Saiyan, Turles was quite intelligent; he was a scientist himself.
***
Yamcha went to ask Vegeta, but paused. Instead, he wrote the question on a piece of paper, and laid it on Vegeta's pillow, where he knew the Saiyan would find it. He didn't want to be around when Vegeta and Bulma had the inevitable argument about it.
***
Raditz, Goku's brother, simply said, "I'll come." His face, however, gave him away. His eyes flickered briefly to his own fiance, Iroke, who was also pregnant, that being the reason she was his fiance.
***
Mirai-an older alternate reality version of Trunks-merely blushed in response.
"C'mon, what do you say?"
"I don't know Yamcha-san…this doesn't sound like my kind of thing…"
Yamcha gave him a grin. "Oh? Never seen a naked woman before?"
Now Mirai blushed even more, but covered his mouth with his hand to try and conceal a smile. "Well, I've seen them…I was flipping through the TV channels one day, and I found this one channel…"
"And somehow you couldn't bring yourself to change it? Don't worry, I know how you feel." He gave the younger man a pat on the head. "But I mean in real life."
Now his face was almost totally dark crimson. "No! No."
"Well, we'll just have to change that. You're coming to this party. And if you don't," and here Yamcha lowered his voice to a whisper, "I'm telling Bulma about the channel."
As Yamcha exited the room, he could only imagine the color the other man's face was now.
Now that he had allies to help him plan the parties, Yamcha could concentrate on the guest lists. He decided that first he would invite the guests to Gohan's party, and then get the ones for Videl.
Now then…who would like to go to a bachelor party…
***
It took some difficulty, but eventually he found the house of the man he was looking for.
Well…perhaps the term man was not entirely correct.
Yamcha landed and knocked on the door of the log cabin. After a moment, the door opened to reveal Juunanagou. Seventeen. Unlike his sister, he didn't hang out with the others as much. After the defeat of Cell, Yamcha could remember seeing the cyborg only twice. Once at his sister's wedding to Kuririn, and the other time at the birth of his niece Marron. Other than that, he had mostly been an enigma, preferring his solitude. He liked to hunt, so Yamcha supposed he didn't like people disturbing the habitat.
"I remember you," said Juunanagou. "How may I help you?"
"You've been invited to a party," said the scarred man, and then outlined the situation.
"Well, well, well. That does sound like fun. I'll definitely be there. Good luck with the preparations."
"Thanks," said Yamcha as took back to the air, "and good hunting."
***
"Of course we'll come!" said the old man. "Won't we Oolong?" The shape-shifting pig grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
Yamcha sighed inwardly. Perhaps inviting Oolong and Kamesen'nin was a bad idea. But it was too late now.
"Thank you. But, master, please don't try to fondle any of the ladies. This is a case of 'look but don't touch.'"
***
A few minutes later, Yamcha sat in the air, cross-legged. He was thinking.
*Let's see…this doesn't seem like the kind of thing for Tenshinhan or Chaozu…Goten and Trunks are too young…I'll have to ask all of Gohan's friends, of course…*
There was one individual whom Yamcha was particularly worried about inviting. Still, it involved Gohan, so he had to be asked.
***
Piccolo didn't blink.
"So, you're wondering whether I wish to attend this so-called 'bachelor party' for Gohan?"
"Ye-es."
"What are they like?"
Yamcha tried his best to look nonchalant. "Well, there'll be lots of drinks…"
"I believe I can metabolize alcohol."
"And lots of women," he said, carefully omitting the role of said women.
"I've seen females before. Well, it is for Gohan, so I'll be there."
"OK!" said Yamcha, sounding a bit overeager. "I'll just…be going…then…heh-heh…"
He flew away quickly.
***
He landed at Capsule Corporation, currently serving as home for him, his close friend Pu'ar, and his girlfriend Maron, not to be confused with Kuririn's daughter.
*I suppose I'll have to ask the rest of the guys,* he thought. His stomach felt full of lead. The other guys at Capsule Corporation were a very diverse crew, to be sure.
***
"Why, I've known Gohan since he was this high!" said Dr. Briefs, placing his hand a few feet above the floor. "Of course I'll come!"
Yamcha was a bit surprised, but not too much. The doctor was a genius, but sometimes Yamcha had the sneaking feeling he wasn't that different from Kamesen'nin, only with a much higher IQ.
***
"A chance to imbibe spirits and ogle beautiful females? I'd be a fool to pass it up!" said Broli.
Yamcha sighed. After restoring Broli's sanity, they'd discovered that he was quite the refined gentleman, for a Super Saiyan. It was a tad irritating.
***
"Hmm…why not. I need something to do," replied Turles in response to Yamcha's invitation.
Broli and Turles had come from an alternate dimension, where they had also survived the destruction of Vegetasei. For a Saiyan, Turles was quite intelligent; he was a scientist himself.
***
Yamcha went to ask Vegeta, but paused. Instead, he wrote the question on a piece of paper, and laid it on Vegeta's pillow, where he knew the Saiyan would find it. He didn't want to be around when Vegeta and Bulma had the inevitable argument about it.
***
Raditz, Goku's brother, simply said, "I'll come." His face, however, gave him away. His eyes flickered briefly to his own fiance, Iroke, who was also pregnant, that being the reason she was his fiance.
***
Mirai-an older alternate reality version of Trunks-merely blushed in response.
"C'mon, what do you say?"
"I don't know Yamcha-san…this doesn't sound like my kind of thing…"
Yamcha gave him a grin. "Oh? Never seen a naked woman before?"
Now Mirai blushed even more, but covered his mouth with his hand to try and conceal a smile. "Well, I've seen them…I was flipping through the TV channels one day, and I found this one channel…"
"And somehow you couldn't bring yourself to change it? Don't worry, I know how you feel." He gave the younger man a pat on the head. "But I mean in real life."
Now his face was almost totally dark crimson. "No! No."
"Well, we'll just have to change that. You're coming to this party. And if you don't," and here Yamcha lowered his voice to a whisper, "I'm telling Bulma about the channel."
As Yamcha exited the room, he could only imagine the color the other man's face was now.