The ocean waves gently lapped the shore of the Kami island. The sunlight reflected off the water in a cascade of shimmers and sparkles. The few palm trees there were flirted their leafy fronds with the subtle breeze.
Master Roshi sat on his lawn chair with his red-framed, green-tinted sunglasses, soaking the sun's rays into his aged body. He blushed and gave off a goofy grin as he stared into a porn magazine, saliva dripping from his mouth. He hummed to himself, imagining the beauty in the magazine with her arms around him and her full lips in a silly pout. He smiled and his cheeks grew a shade redder.
The turtle rolled its eyes slowly and settled its head back onto the warm sand. He closed his eyes and tried to settle into a peaceful, lazy sleep. He let his lungs release the air kept inside him and took in fresh new salty air. Something fuzzy clogged his nose. The turtle raised its head in alarm and found a dead body lying in front of him.
"A dead body?! Ew," the turtle thought, so overwhelmed with fright that he waved his flippers frantically in the air.
"M-master Roshi, oh, Master Roshi," the turtle stammered, backing away from the alien carcass.
"What do you want Turtle?" Master Roshi didn't even look up from his magazine. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"M-master Roshi," the turtle pleaded, looking with wide eyes at the body the ocean was washing onto the beach.
"Turtle, what do you- jumping Jehosephat! A dead body," Roshi exclaimed, jumping so far above his chair that he flung the magazine away and fell backwards into the sand. Shaking his head and spitting sand out of his mouth, Master Roshi reached for his staff and pulled his shaky degenerate body up.
"Well if it's dead it can't hurt me," Master Roshi thought as he scuffed through the sand over to the green-skinned body.
"Green skin?" Master Roshi pulled the dead body by a limb onto the dry sand and flipped it over. "Why this looks like a Namek," though the Turtle Hermit. "But I thought all Nameks were bald," he thought, eyeing the long red rope of curly hair that came from the body's head. His eyes then flew down the wet wrinkles and folds of the namekian clothing. Master Roshi turned a bright shade of red. "And I didn't think there were any female Nameks either. Hmm," Master Roshi concentrated, holding his forearms behind his back, "It's not every day a dead body washes up on my island. I better tell someone about this."
"Krillen," Master Roshi shouted, "Krillen, I need you, come here!"
"Yo Master Rosh' what's up," Krillen shouted from a window inside the house.
"Call Goku's house and tell him he needs to come over right away. Oh, and tell him to find Piccolo and bring him over, too," Master Roshi yelled his reply.
"Uh, okay," Krillen said confusedly, "But what for?"
"I need to talk to them," Master Roshi replied, "About this." Master Roshi pointed toward the lifeless form at his feet.
"Ew, what is that," Krillen asked as he furrowed his eyebrows and stared in disgust.
"That's precisely why I need you to call Goku," the Turtle Hermit screamed impatiently. "Now go call him!"
"Okay, okay, you don't have to get so crabby about it," Krillen said as his bald head disappeared from sight.
"About time," muttered Roshi to himself.
Below the old man, a single digit of a green hand twitched. An eyelid fluttered open and Niy's chapped lips parted in the blinding sunlight.
"I breathe," she thought as she weakly smiled. "I still breathe." Niy's eyelids dropped and fell unconscious again.
Master Roshi sat on his lawn chair with his red-framed, green-tinted sunglasses, soaking the sun's rays into his aged body. He blushed and gave off a goofy grin as he stared into a porn magazine, saliva dripping from his mouth. He hummed to himself, imagining the beauty in the magazine with her arms around him and her full lips in a silly pout. He smiled and his cheeks grew a shade redder.
The turtle rolled its eyes slowly and settled its head back onto the warm sand. He closed his eyes and tried to settle into a peaceful, lazy sleep. He let his lungs release the air kept inside him and took in fresh new salty air. Something fuzzy clogged his nose. The turtle raised its head in alarm and found a dead body lying in front of him.
"A dead body?! Ew," the turtle thought, so overwhelmed with fright that he waved his flippers frantically in the air.
"M-master Roshi, oh, Master Roshi," the turtle stammered, backing away from the alien carcass.
"What do you want Turtle?" Master Roshi didn't even look up from his magazine. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"M-master Roshi," the turtle pleaded, looking with wide eyes at the body the ocean was washing onto the beach.
"Turtle, what do you- jumping Jehosephat! A dead body," Roshi exclaimed, jumping so far above his chair that he flung the magazine away and fell backwards into the sand. Shaking his head and spitting sand out of his mouth, Master Roshi reached for his staff and pulled his shaky degenerate body up.
"Well if it's dead it can't hurt me," Master Roshi thought as he scuffed through the sand over to the green-skinned body.
"Green skin?" Master Roshi pulled the dead body by a limb onto the dry sand and flipped it over. "Why this looks like a Namek," though the Turtle Hermit. "But I thought all Nameks were bald," he thought, eyeing the long red rope of curly hair that came from the body's head. His eyes then flew down the wet wrinkles and folds of the namekian clothing. Master Roshi turned a bright shade of red. "And I didn't think there were any female Nameks either. Hmm," Master Roshi concentrated, holding his forearms behind his back, "It's not every day a dead body washes up on my island. I better tell someone about this."
"Krillen," Master Roshi shouted, "Krillen, I need you, come here!"
"Yo Master Rosh' what's up," Krillen shouted from a window inside the house.
"Call Goku's house and tell him he needs to come over right away. Oh, and tell him to find Piccolo and bring him over, too," Master Roshi yelled his reply.
"Uh, okay," Krillen said confusedly, "But what for?"
"I need to talk to them," Master Roshi replied, "About this." Master Roshi pointed toward the lifeless form at his feet.
"Ew, what is that," Krillen asked as he furrowed his eyebrows and stared in disgust.
"That's precisely why I need you to call Goku," the Turtle Hermit screamed impatiently. "Now go call him!"
"Okay, okay, you don't have to get so crabby about it," Krillen said as his bald head disappeared from sight.
"About time," muttered Roshi to himself.
Below the old man, a single digit of a green hand twitched. An eyelid fluttered open and Niy's chapped lips parted in the blinding sunlight.
"I breathe," she thought as she weakly smiled. "I still breathe." Niy's eyelids dropped and fell unconscious again.