Insults…with Interest
"You did WHAT?!"
Bulma turned and faced Yajirobe, bathing him in spit and his
own…well…you know.
"I said I sold the five star Dragon Ball to the Satan City
Museum. What are ya, deaf? And you've gotta stop scaring me like that, Bulma! You're gonna give me a heart attack
someday!"
"Humph," she said.
He had it coming to him. For
eleven months now she'd been trying to find that one lousy Dragon Ball, and
while Goku and Gohan (when he could get away from Chi-Chi) had been training
for the upcoming fight in the Room of Spirit and Time, SHE had been left to do
the dirty work. It wasn't until she'd
had a run in with Tubbo Lard himself that she finally found the missing link. Heart attack. Anyone who could stoop that low didn't have a heart anyway. Maybe she'd give him a wallet attack.
"At least all that cholesterol would get a break from
swimming around in your veins. Honesty,
Yajirobe, how did you manage to swing that sword to cut Vegeta's tail off
without knocking some of that lard off of yourself?"
"Well, it takes excellent precision. Only a true master could…hey! Stop talking about my weight! I'm the whole reason this stinking planet is
still in one piece!"
Bulma's jaw dropped to the ground. "Why? Because you had one
little lapse of coward sense and decided to cut off the monkey's tail WHEN HIS
BACK WAS TURNED?! You didn't beat
Vegeta! Goku and Gohan did!"
Yajirobe put his hands on his hips…another amazing feat of
precision. "OK, I'll admit that Goku
did a lot more than I did. But all the
kid did was go ape and fall on Vegeta!
I mean, jeez. I could have done
that! Well…without the going ape part,
anyway."
Bulma crossed her arms.
"Probably would have done more damage," she muttered.
Yajirobe was insulted.
"Hey! I heard that!"
"Yeah, and!? You
deserve more than my insults after what you did, you fat slob! Not only would we NEVER have been able to
find the Dragon Ball thanks to the anti-tracking system in the museum, but do
you realize what it's going to COST to get it back? We'll all be dead by the time we get enough money, even without
the Saiyans coming!"
Yajirobe smiled.
"Keep your shirt on, toots." Actually…
he thought. He pushed the thought from
his mind. Yamcha would kill him. "Don't you remember that as far as the world
knows, I'm the one responsible for defeating the Saiyans anyway? I "trained" Goku. "Taught him everything he knows."
Bulma glared at him.
"Wipe that smirk off your face.
You're just lucky that you're such a slimy, dishonest little punk. You'll just have to use your…err…charm…to
get the ball back."
"No problem," Yajirobe replied. "I'll just give them their money back and that will be that."
"OK, then. You won't
mind if I tag along to help negotiate," Bulma said with a smirk of her own.
Yajirobe jumped, his eyes widening. She'd seen right through his bluff. "Umm…no, that's OK…umm…I can take care of it
myself!"
"Yeah, right. You
know you're just going to run off and hide in some dark corner of the globe
somewhere and live in the lap of luxury!"
"Yeah, well, maybe the savior of the world deserves to
retire, Bulma! Y'ever think of that,
huh?"
"Savior of the world?!
You're nothing but a fat, lazy, loudmouth, full-of-yourself JACK-A…
"…as I was saying," Yajirobe interrupted. "I can take care of getting the balls back
myself. Now why don't you scoot along
and go see how Goku and the Sons are doing, huh?"
Bulma was grinning and looking behind Yajirobe, slightly
above his head. He slowly turned to
look.
"Huh? What're
you…ACK!"
"I'm doing fine, Yajirobe," Goku said. "Say, you haven't by any chance seen the
five star Dragon Ball lying around, have you?"
"Umm…" Yajirobe stood, teeth chattering and trousers moistening. How long had Goku been standing there? "Actually, uh, Goku, umm, I was about to go
get it right this minute. Be right
back!"
With that, he turned and ran, moving surprisingly fast for
his size.
"Yajirobe! Wait!"
Goku hollered after him. He looked over
to Bulma and shrugged. "I was just
going to ask him if he had anything to eat.
I'm starving!"
Bulma smiled. Still
the same old Goku, she thought. The
Other World didn't change him that much.
"Don't worry about him, Goku," she said, putting a hand on her
friend's shoulder. "He won't get very
far. Besides, I have an idea. Go get the other Dragon Balls and meet me at
Satan City Museum, pronto."
Goku cocked his head to one side, slightly confused. "Whatever you say, Bulma…whatever you say…"
