CHAPTER 12- Training Begins
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It was hot, so hot that the sand dunes on the horizon appeared to be rippling, almost giving the illusion of water, like a mirage to trick those lost and wandering this scorching desert, with no hope of reaching civilization. Not that Yajarobe would know anything about how that feels; he'd only seen it on TV. He sat on a large rock with his legs crossed, gulping down most of their water supplies to replace the water he was losing through sweating profusely, not that he's done anything strenuous today.
He watched his companions leaping and punching, flying and kicking and occasionally stopping to congratulate each other, to give each other tips or just to take a rest from their training.
'I'm glad Goku and Krillin are taking this whole thing seriously' he thought 'otherwise I'd have to and I really can't be bothered' he gulped down some more water and then lay on his back, staring up at the clear sky above. Then he noticed that the sun was directly overhead
'Lunch time!' was all he could think as he actually jogged over to the small encampment of tents that they had been living in for the past month. He hadn't bothered to call Goku and Krillin in, he wanted to grab something to eat first before he unleashed Goku on the kitchen.
'Besides' he thought 'it's not like Goku would ever need a reminder that it's lunch time!'
He gathered together enough food for himself and sat down to eat.
Back outside Goku turned to Krillin and said
"We should really break for lunch now"
"Just a few more minutes?" Krillin pleaded, he felt he was on a roll; he didn't want to stop now
"Krillin, I know you want to train hard this year but we need to eat, we've got to stay healthy or we'll get to weak to train!"
Krillin raised an eyebrow as he listened to his best friend go almost hysterical over the very idea of missing a meal.
"Ok Goku, I guess you're right, lets go eat before Yajarobe steals all the food and runs away with it."
The two friends wandered over to the tent. Both were fully aware that Yajarobe absolutely did not want to be here, and why would he? It was a given that he wasn't going to do any training while they were here so there was absolutely no point in his being there. Kami had insisted that they needed to learn to live and work together as a team, and that Yajarobe could do with learning some self-discipline, which was an essential part of surviving in desert conditions. As it was Yajarobe proved very good at avoiding any kind of self discipline, teamwork didn't exist in his mind and Goku and Krillin had to be resourceful and disciplined enough to make up for his failings.
Kami was smart enough come every day and give them enough food to last that day alone, so that Yajarobe wouldn't steal enough food to last him while he escaped across the desert. The problem with this was that it was difficult to estimate just how much food Goku could eat in a day, so a lot of things were quite strictly rationed out to each member of the group, such as eggs, bread and meats of all kinds.
As they sat down to eat, Krillin stopped to watch Goku for a little while
'The poor guy' he thought 'I just know he's missing chi chi and Gohan like crazy' Krillin was right, Goku missed his family, but he didn't feel too bad about it, he knew that what he was doing was to protect them and everyone else on the planet so that eventually he could return to his peaceful life in the mountains with them. Goku finished his first course and sighed
'I wonder what Gohan is doing now?'
Hundreds of miles away, Gohan sat hunched over his desk, which was much too large for a five year old to work at, not that he had a choice at all. He had finished his work a while ago, he was a lot smarter than his mother knew, but he liked it this way, he had time to sit at his desk and draw or simply daydream before his mother would come in and look over his work. Right now she was cooking in the kitchen, while his grandfather laughed loudly at something on television, Gohan wanted to go and watch it with him but he was only allowed one hour of television a day, and he had used that up watching cartoons that morning.
He let his pen wander freely over a clean page before he decided what to draw; a look of concentration crossed his face as he had an idea. He scribbled furiously and eventually sat back to look at his work, quite impressed with it. At that moment his mother walked in
"Gohan, have you finished now?" she asked sweetly. Gohan jumped a little
"Yes mom, all done, can I go play outside now?"
Chi chi smiled
"Of course, but don't go far dinner is nearly finished" Gohan leaped out of his chair and was outside before chi chi could say 'don't run in the house'. She shook her head
'Just like his father' she thought disapprovingly, but fought hard to stifle a grin. She looked down at her son's work, lying on top of his study books was a picture. It was a stickman drawing, but she could still tell what it was, Goku stood on top of the world with Gohan holding his hand and what she could only guess was her holding his other hand. She smiled and placed his work carefully on his bed and then sat down at his desk to mark his work.
Back in he desert, Goku had finished training for the day and was waiting up for Kami, who visited every night at about midnight to replenish their food supplies, surprisingly though it wasn't the food he was waiting for, it was news of Bulma. She had been dead for six months now, and he wondered if she had fallen for Vegeta yet, he felt sorry for Yamcha again and tried to organize the many questions in his head as he sensed Kami approaching.
Sooo sleepy, the next one won't take so long to come out, I promise!