The next day, the former bandit landed on the tower of Kami. He nodded at Dende and Mr. Popo then hunted out Gohan and Videl.
He found Videl stretched out on her sunbathing chair, sighing pleasurably. Gohan was massaging her feet.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Yamcha in an endearing tone of voice. Ignoring the baleful glare coming from the young man, he continued. "I just thought I'd tell you, Gohan, I've got the guest list for your bachelor party. Your friend Sharpener is coming." He rattled off a few more names of Gohan's friends. "Also, Dr. Briefs will be there. Kuririn will come. As will Kamesen'nin and Oolong. And Juunanagou. And Vegeta. Mirai will be there, probably blushing the whole time. Raditz and Broli and Turles can all make it. And Nappa and Bardock."
Gohan ran his hands down his face. "You invited Nappa and Bardock to my bachelor party? Are you insane?"
"I'll admit it may not have been the wisest decision in my life, but they had to be asked. Cheer up. You'll have a good time, trust me. And Miss Videl, you'll enjoy yours too."
Videl waved a hand dreamily in response. Yamcha took to the air again.
Gohan sighed. "Now what do I do?"
"You can finish my feet, for starters."
***
The older man flew to Lunch's place. Sure enough, she was in her psychotic mode.
"Hey. How's the party planning going?"
"All right, I suppose. I've hired the stripper and the DJ, but I'm still trying to find an alcohol warehouse."
"Well, if anyone can do it it's you, Lunch. Have a good day."
***
Yamcha walked, yawning, through the halls of Capsule Corporation. It had been a long day, and a nap sounded good about now. However, on the way to his room, he found the way barred by two obstacles, whose names were Trunks and Goten. They looked angry.
"Hey kids. Something I can do for you?"
"Yeah," said Trunks. "We hear you're throwing a party for Gohan. Why weren't we invited?"
"Well," Yamcha replied chuckling, "You probably hate to hear this, but it's an adult thing. You're not old enough."
"Are too!" said Goten. "We're 21!"
"Only if you add your ages. If you average them, you're ten and a half. But you're still not old enough. In a few years, kiddos, then you can go to all the parties you want."
He stepped over them and went to his room. They continued to stare after him for a moment, and then Trunks spoke.
"Goten, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so Trunks, but where are we going to get a chair that big?"
Trunks was silent for a moment, baffled at Goten's comment that had seemingly come from nowhere. Then he shrugged.
"No, we have to get into that party!"
He found Videl stretched out on her sunbathing chair, sighing pleasurably. Gohan was massaging her feet.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Yamcha in an endearing tone of voice. Ignoring the baleful glare coming from the young man, he continued. "I just thought I'd tell you, Gohan, I've got the guest list for your bachelor party. Your friend Sharpener is coming." He rattled off a few more names of Gohan's friends. "Also, Dr. Briefs will be there. Kuririn will come. As will Kamesen'nin and Oolong. And Juunanagou. And Vegeta. Mirai will be there, probably blushing the whole time. Raditz and Broli and Turles can all make it. And Nappa and Bardock."
Gohan ran his hands down his face. "You invited Nappa and Bardock to my bachelor party? Are you insane?"
"I'll admit it may not have been the wisest decision in my life, but they had to be asked. Cheer up. You'll have a good time, trust me. And Miss Videl, you'll enjoy yours too."
Videl waved a hand dreamily in response. Yamcha took to the air again.
Gohan sighed. "Now what do I do?"
"You can finish my feet, for starters."
***
The older man flew to Lunch's place. Sure enough, she was in her psychotic mode.
"Hey. How's the party planning going?"
"All right, I suppose. I've hired the stripper and the DJ, but I'm still trying to find an alcohol warehouse."
"Well, if anyone can do it it's you, Lunch. Have a good day."
***
Yamcha walked, yawning, through the halls of Capsule Corporation. It had been a long day, and a nap sounded good about now. However, on the way to his room, he found the way barred by two obstacles, whose names were Trunks and Goten. They looked angry.
"Hey kids. Something I can do for you?"
"Yeah," said Trunks. "We hear you're throwing a party for Gohan. Why weren't we invited?"
"Well," Yamcha replied chuckling, "You probably hate to hear this, but it's an adult thing. You're not old enough."
"Are too!" said Goten. "We're 21!"
"Only if you add your ages. If you average them, you're ten and a half. But you're still not old enough. In a few years, kiddos, then you can go to all the parties you want."
He stepped over them and went to his room. They continued to stare after him for a moment, and then Trunks spoke.
"Goten, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so Trunks, but where are we going to get a chair that big?"
Trunks was silent for a moment, baffled at Goten's comment that had seemingly come from nowhere. Then he shrugged.
"No, we have to get into that party!"