"So whaddya think of the party, Gohan?" his friend Sharpener asked. "Looks like this Yamcha guy did a pretty fair job of putting it together."
"Sure looks that way," said Gohan. Aside from the many warriors who could destroy planets, Gohan saw a lot of friends from high school and college, and even some of the other scholars. Gohan was a bit surprised that they came; after all, some of them had been envious of him for being the youngest professor ever. But apparently some things ran thicker than jealousy.
Alcohol appeared to be one of them. The bulky Saiyan called Nappa was already on his fifth cup of beer, and the party had just started a few minutes ago.
Cup in hand, Sharpener walked off into the crowd. Gohan took a sip of his own drink. Personally, he didn't like the taste of beer too much, but he knew that this was one night he didn't DARE say that, unless he wanted to be relentlessly mocked.
He hoped the alcohol wouldn't cause too much trouble. He didn't want to have to take any of his friends' keys if they got too intoxicated to drive. And he REALLY didn't want to have to knock out one of the super-powered martial artists if they got rowdy.
Yamcha walked back up and clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "Having a good time?"
"Pretty good."
Yamcha grinned. "Then you're gonna love this." He turned his head slightly and yelled at someone that Gohan couldn't see.
"OK fellas! Bring in the stripper!"
***
Videl finished her beer. She glanced back at the corner where Piccolo was meditating.
Well, where he had been meditating. He wasn't anymore.
She looked around and saw that Piccolo was, in fact, getting a beer of his own. A bit puzzled, she walked over to him.
"Hello Piccolo."
"Hello."
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but I thought Gohan told me that you just needed water."
Piccolo nodded. "That is correct, but I believe I can metabolize alcohol. I also wish to see if I can discover what it is that humans find so intriguing about it." He headed back to his corner.
Eliza walked up behind her. "Hey Videl. Whatcha thinking about?"
She looked around at Piccolo meditating again, occasionally taking a sip of the beer; at Bulma and Lunch swapping ribald jokes; at Juuhachigou standing off in one corner.
"Just wondering what my future mother-in-law would say if she were here."
***
Meanwhile, in the Southern Islands...
Goku and Chi-Chi were sitting at a slightly upscale restaurant. It was the last day of their vacation, so they had decided to go to a nice place. For once Chi-Chi had been able to keep her husband's appetite under moderate control; he wasn't eating like a total pig.
"I'd say that you aren't fit to marry my Gohan," she said under her breath.
Goku looked up from one of his many plates. "What was that?"
Chi-Chi also looked puzzled. "I don't know...something compelled me to say that, damned if I know why."
"Sure looks that way," said Gohan. Aside from the many warriors who could destroy planets, Gohan saw a lot of friends from high school and college, and even some of the other scholars. Gohan was a bit surprised that they came; after all, some of them had been envious of him for being the youngest professor ever. But apparently some things ran thicker than jealousy.
Alcohol appeared to be one of them. The bulky Saiyan called Nappa was already on his fifth cup of beer, and the party had just started a few minutes ago.
Cup in hand, Sharpener walked off into the crowd. Gohan took a sip of his own drink. Personally, he didn't like the taste of beer too much, but he knew that this was one night he didn't DARE say that, unless he wanted to be relentlessly mocked.
He hoped the alcohol wouldn't cause too much trouble. He didn't want to have to take any of his friends' keys if they got too intoxicated to drive. And he REALLY didn't want to have to knock out one of the super-powered martial artists if they got rowdy.
Yamcha walked back up and clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "Having a good time?"
"Pretty good."
Yamcha grinned. "Then you're gonna love this." He turned his head slightly and yelled at someone that Gohan couldn't see.
"OK fellas! Bring in the stripper!"
***
Videl finished her beer. She glanced back at the corner where Piccolo was meditating.
Well, where he had been meditating. He wasn't anymore.
She looked around and saw that Piccolo was, in fact, getting a beer of his own. A bit puzzled, she walked over to him.
"Hello Piccolo."
"Hello."
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but I thought Gohan told me that you just needed water."
Piccolo nodded. "That is correct, but I believe I can metabolize alcohol. I also wish to see if I can discover what it is that humans find so intriguing about it." He headed back to his corner.
Eliza walked up behind her. "Hey Videl. Whatcha thinking about?"
She looked around at Piccolo meditating again, occasionally taking a sip of the beer; at Bulma and Lunch swapping ribald jokes; at Juuhachigou standing off in one corner.
"Just wondering what my future mother-in-law would say if she were here."
***
Meanwhile, in the Southern Islands...
Goku and Chi-Chi were sitting at a slightly upscale restaurant. It was the last day of their vacation, so they had decided to go to a nice place. For once Chi-Chi had been able to keep her husband's appetite under moderate control; he wasn't eating like a total pig.
"I'd say that you aren't fit to marry my Gohan," she said under her breath.
Goku looked up from one of his many plates. "What was that?"
Chi-Chi also looked puzzled. "I don't know...something compelled me to say that, damned if I know why."