Chapter Six: Paper Dolls
Another month later…
Candy Apple considered herself to be a lucky girl. "Her" Roshi had been behaving like a perfect gentleman lately, taking her out for candlelit dinners at romantic, if inexpensively priced restaurants, buying her roses and chocolates, and taking her out for idyllic moonlight rows on the ocean when it was calm and peaceful. He had not made one single improper advance towards her; their romantic encounters had been limited to kissing and cuddling. Several times, Candy had fallen asleep on Roshi's bed in his arms while they watched their favorite late-night talk shows, but she would always be in her own bed by the next morning.
Candy's other housemates had grown accustomed to her, although her extremist housecleaning regimens still grated on their nerves. Only little Marron had taken Candy's excessive household cleanliness to heart, partially because Candy was good at making their household chores seem like fun games. And whenever Marron had done some household chore well, Candy would take the girl out for ice cream and sometimes buy her a toy. Marron now had five different Candy Apple dolls, thanks to her new friend.
Candy was very content most of the time, and now that she had a household cleaning routine going, she was a tad more relaxed. On this particular day, she was more relaxed because she was going upstairs to clean the Kame House attic, which held all of Roshi's older porn magazines. She had promised Marron a trip to the Satan City Mall and spending money, if she'd come along and help, and Marron agreed. Candy, knowing about Roshi's "collection", but not liking it being there, had decided to put away as much of the lurid periodicals as possible before she would allow Marron to go into the attic.
As Candy was on her way up to clean up the attic, a knock was heard on the door. Downstairs, Krillin rushed to answer it. He cried out in delight when he saw Goku, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks. "It's been ages since I've seen you guys!" Krillin exclaimed excitedly. "Of course, I saw Gohan a few weeks ago, but I haven't seen the other three of you in a while."
"Great to see you too, Krillin," Goku said brightly, as he slapped his best friend on his back. "Got some time to spar today?"
"Sure do, Goku! Maybe Gohan would like to join us, eh?" Krillin asked hopefully, looking at Gohan.
"Sure thing," Gohan replied. "I really need to keep myself in shape." Gohan spent more time with Videl and his books these days than with his training; he was a college freshman now, but it was still fun for him to spar with his father and Krillin like in the old days.
"Hey, Trunks," Krillin said to the now-nine-year-old, lavender-haired boy wrestling with Goten in the doorway. "I see that your dad's given you a break from the gravity room, eh?"
"That's only because he's doing it with Mom," Trunks said nonchalantly, shrugging his thin, yet muscular shoulders. "He told me to scram and not to come back for two hours 'til they were done, and Mom yelled at him for talking to me like that, and he told her to stop screaming. Then Mom threatened not to give him any unless-"
"Give him any what?" Goten interrupted, wanting to know.
"You know, Goten," Trunks sighed.
"No, I don't," Goten protested.
"Neither do I," Goku added, puzzled. Goku wasn't really stupid, just very naïve. "What was it that Bulma threatened not to give Vegeta?"
Everyone downstairs, except for Goten, fell over backwards.
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An hour later…
Roshi was napping peacefully on a chaise lounge, his aged face shielded by the latest issue of "Playthings", his most favorite girlie magazine. He was snoring loudly, and he was completely oblivious to the loud, excited shouts of Goku, Krillin, and Gohan sparring on the beach. Umigame was trying to sleep in his shell, while Oolong was happily sitting on top of it, ogling the girls in "Sweet Cheeks", Roshi's second most favorite girlie magazine and Oolong's first favorite. He kept waking the poor turtle up to show him a picture of a nude, buxom girl, and Umigame kept trying to ignore him. Being a turtle, Umigame had little interest in eyeballing nude pictures of the female half of a species that he was not mating-compatible with.
Upstairs in their bedroom, Krillin and Juuhachigou were enjoying some private time alone together, leaving Marron in the capable hands of Candy. Candy had taken a break from her attic cleaning, and she was making fresh-squeezed orangeade, made from real oranges, of course. She loved her new pink juicer that Roshi had recently bought for her.
While Candy was making her orangeade, Marron, Goten, and Trunks were playing hide-and-seek, and Goten, using his ki-sensing, had traced little Marron to the attic. When he and Trunks, who had already been found, came into the halfway-clean attic, Marron was hiding behind the huge cardboard boxes that were marked, "ROSHI'S PRIVATE MAGS." One of the boxes had rotted on one side towards Marron, and a huge hole the size of her head was there.
Innocent Marron, a bit bored with the boys taking forever to find her, had pulled out one of Roshi's girlie magazines from the hole in the box. Her large, beautiful blue eyes were wide in amazement as she viewed a picture of a thin blonde, wearing only whipped cream puffs to conceal her intimate areas. Fascinated, she turned the page to see that same blonde kissing a brunette female. A tall, nude, well-developed male had his arms around both women.
As Marron was looking at the pictures, Trunks jumped out of nowhere and yelled, "WE FOUND YOU!" Marron screamed and scrambled away from the boxes and from Trunks. In her fright, she dropped the magazine, exposing the centerfold of the two voluptuous girls.
Before Trunks could advance upon Marron, his blue eyes caught the nude centerfold of the girls, and he was stunned. He picked up the magazine, flipped a few pages, and shouted to Goten to come over.
"Hey, Goten, remember when you and your dad asked what my mom threatened not to give my dad earlier?"
"Yeah," Goten said.
"This is it," Trunks told his best friend, showing him a full-page picture of the naked blonde and the aforementioned naked handsome man kissing and rubbing against each other.
"Wow," Goten said wonderingly. "What are they doing?"
Trunks grinned. Unlike Goten, he already had his discussion of the "birds and the bees" with his father. Two weeks after Majin Buu had been defeated, Master Roshi had visited Goku and Chichi, and Trunks had been staying the night with Goten. Trunks had found a nudie magazine that Roshi had left behind, and he brought it home to look at.
Vegeta had caught him with the magazine when Trunks was flipping through it in the gravity room, and he had chewed his son out for wasting time looking at such garbage when he should be training. Trunks had cried that he was sorry, and then he begged his father to explain what the people in the magazine were doing and why. Vegeta, not having Bulma's wise discretion of what was appropriate for children to see and hear, had taken Trunks aside and used the magazine to explain sex to him. On Vegeta's home planet, most little Saiyan boys had known about sex long before they had reached Trunks's age, and Vegeta saw it as no big deal for his son to know the facts then and there.
Bulma had been furious when she had later found out that Vegeta had used a porn magazine to tell their son about the facts of life. However, she had been appeased considerably when Vegeta (as calmly as possible for him) explained that he told Trunks that most of the acts in the magazine were inappropriate, and that the boy was not to view the magazine, or any such like it, anymore. Trunks had kept his word to his father-until now. He could easily swear Goten and Marron to secrecy, and he knew that they wanted to see the magazine as much as he did. What his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
He sat down Goten and Marron to tell them what his father had told him about sex, and now the two other children were seated around the magazine, which was now lying on the floor. Trunks was now giving his version of sex education.
"Now see," Trunks was telling his playmates, as he was pointing to a new picture, "this is what a woman likes to do sometimes with a man's-"
"Marron!"
Marron jumped up at Candy's voice. She dusted her little lacy yellow dress off.
"Marron! Will you come here, please?"
"Coming, Candy!" Marron cried, as she scurried downstairs. Trunks went back to explaining the page of the porno magazine with Goten.
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When Marron arrived in the kitchen, Candy gave her a small tray of three glasses of orangeade. "What have you kids been doing?" she asked her sweetly.
"Oh, we were playing hide-and-seek," Marron told her breathlessly. "But then I found this really neat magazine of Master Roshi's in the attic. It's one of those magazines with the pretty naked girls in it. Trunks was just telling Goten and me about what the woman was doing with a man's thing. Trunks said that it was called a dic-"
Candy shrieked in horror, and Marron drew back. "You kids have been looking at Master Roshi's girlie magazines!" she cried.
Marron's cerulean blue eyes filled with tears. "Did we do something wrong?" she whimpered.
Candy knelt beside her and dabbed her tears away with her thumbs. "Sweetheart, those magazines are nasty, and they're not for little girls and boys to look at. That's why I told you to play with the boys until I called you to come help me. Oh, dear, those magazines have to go! Marron, I want you to stay down here until I come back!"
"But Candy-" Marron began, but Candy was already gone from the kitchen.
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"And so you see, Goten," Trunks said authoritatively, as he pointed to a picture of a man with his lips close to a woman's naked bosom, "some men like to do this-"
"YOU PUT THAT MAGAZINE DOWN! NOW!"
Trunks abruptly threw the magazine behind him. He and Goten jumped to their feet, as Candy stormed into the attic.
"I want you boys and Marron to stay out of the attic and away from those horrid magazines, do you understand me?" Candy shrieked.
Trunks's eyes widened, and Goten fell back towards him. They could understand now why Vegeta had called Candy "that loudmouthed, red-haired harpy" a few weeks ago. Trunks's father had declared that even Trunks's mother was not as blustering as Candy was.
Nevertheless, both boys had been raised by mothers who had taught them how to respect women and obey adults, so Trunks and Goten only said, "Yes, ma'am." Then the two boys somberly left.
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Later that afternoon, while everyone was outside playing in the ocean, Candy put her plan into action. She had gathered up all of Roshi's dirty magazines from everywhere in the house and packed them away into boxes in the attic. She was throwing out her boyfriend's naughty mags once and for all. Roshi would be better off without them, and so would everyone else, especially since Marron now knew of their existence.
As Candy packed away the last porn magazine, she had been feeling a bit saddened and insecure about herself and her looks. What if Roshi considered those women in the books to be prettier, sexier than she was? Candy had briefly skimmed through a few of the magazines and she saw that many of the women in those publications had larger breasts, curvier bodies, and prettier faces. Many of those women were even blond-haired and blue-eyed, and Candy had realized in the past month that blue-eyed blondes were much more popular than green-eyed redheads. What if Roshi was really attracted to the women in those magazines and not to her? What if and when they finally made love, Roshi fantasized about those women when he was in bed with her?
She felt that she had enough rivals for her Roshi's attention, and she certainly didn't want him dreaming about other women while he was with her. She wasn't about to share him with a bunch of glossy, nude paper dolls! Roshi had her, and he was still looking at those disgusting magazines! She had to get rid of them once and for all!
And also there was Marron to think about. Juuhachigou had expressed concern off and on about the possibility of Marron seeing the pictures in Roshi's girlie periodicals. Getting rid of all of the nudie magazines was the best thing; Marron didn't need to get the wrong ideas about men, women, and sex.
Candy felt confident that she was doing the right thing, as she taped up the cardboard boxes and began to tote them down the stairs. It was a good thing that she had volunteered to take the garbage out to the garbage barge that was coming today to haul away the Kame House trash.
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When the garbage barge had arrived on the other side of Roshi's island, the others were still on the opposite side, playing and sparring with each other in the ocean. The garbage men wolf-whistled when they saw the gorgeous candy-apple red-haired female carting out heavy boxes of magazines. The gruff, grungy men immediately rushed to her aid and helped her carry out the numerous boxes of Roshi's pornography to the deck of the garbage barge. There were thirty boxes in all, and the garbage men loaded them up in the barge, along with the rest of the Kame House trash.
"Thank you, fellows!" Candy tweeted, handing them each a bit of money from the generous household allowance that Roshi had provided for her. "You've taken a load off of me!"
"You're welcome, miss!" one of the garbage men declared. "Now what's in all of those boxes anyway?"
Candy said innocently, "Oh, just a bunch of useless junk that we don't need around the house. You guys have a nice day! I'd love to chat more, but I really must get dinner started!"
"Bye-bye now, Candy!" the garbage men called out to her, as they began to board their barge. Candy smiled prettily at them, as she left the shore and went into Kame House. After she had shut the door, the lead garbage man said appreciatively:
"Old Man Roshi's one lucky guy! Man, I'd give anything to have a doll like that living with me!"
"Oh, yeah," one of the other men said, drooling, "she's a doll alright!"
(If only he knew the irony of his compliment concerning her.)
The garbage barge began to pull away from the island, as their whistle echoed throughout the land and ocean. The men kept staring at the boxes, wondering about their contents.
"Hey fellows," said a third garbage man, "mind if I take a peek in these boxes?"
"Not at all!" the lead garbage man told him. "I'm curious as to what Old Man Roshi and his gorgeous dame threw out."
So the garbage men opened several of the boxes, and they cried out with delight. "All right! This is our lucky day, boys!" the lead garbage man cried, as he held up an old copy of "Playthings".
"Whoa, baby!" another garbage man cried out. "I think I've died and gone to heaven! I'm holding the '1980 Sweet Cheeks Holiday Issue'! That one was a limited edition, you know, a classic! I still remember sweet Miss Merry Christmas of that year…boy did her picture make my season bright back then!" He showed them her centerfold. The other men hooted and hollered in agreement with his remarks.
"Well, guys, it's true what they say…one man's trash is another man's treasure!" the lead garbage man said happily. "Okay, now let's divvy up this booty amongst ourselves!"
"OKAY!" declared his pals excitedly.
Another month later…
Candy Apple considered herself to be a lucky girl. "Her" Roshi had been behaving like a perfect gentleman lately, taking her out for candlelit dinners at romantic, if inexpensively priced restaurants, buying her roses and chocolates, and taking her out for idyllic moonlight rows on the ocean when it was calm and peaceful. He had not made one single improper advance towards her; their romantic encounters had been limited to kissing and cuddling. Several times, Candy had fallen asleep on Roshi's bed in his arms while they watched their favorite late-night talk shows, but she would always be in her own bed by the next morning.
Candy's other housemates had grown accustomed to her, although her extremist housecleaning regimens still grated on their nerves. Only little Marron had taken Candy's excessive household cleanliness to heart, partially because Candy was good at making their household chores seem like fun games. And whenever Marron had done some household chore well, Candy would take the girl out for ice cream and sometimes buy her a toy. Marron now had five different Candy Apple dolls, thanks to her new friend.
Candy was very content most of the time, and now that she had a household cleaning routine going, she was a tad more relaxed. On this particular day, she was more relaxed because she was going upstairs to clean the Kame House attic, which held all of Roshi's older porn magazines. She had promised Marron a trip to the Satan City Mall and spending money, if she'd come along and help, and Marron agreed. Candy, knowing about Roshi's "collection", but not liking it being there, had decided to put away as much of the lurid periodicals as possible before she would allow Marron to go into the attic.
As Candy was on her way up to clean up the attic, a knock was heard on the door. Downstairs, Krillin rushed to answer it. He cried out in delight when he saw Goku, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks. "It's been ages since I've seen you guys!" Krillin exclaimed excitedly. "Of course, I saw Gohan a few weeks ago, but I haven't seen the other three of you in a while."
"Great to see you too, Krillin," Goku said brightly, as he slapped his best friend on his back. "Got some time to spar today?"
"Sure do, Goku! Maybe Gohan would like to join us, eh?" Krillin asked hopefully, looking at Gohan.
"Sure thing," Gohan replied. "I really need to keep myself in shape." Gohan spent more time with Videl and his books these days than with his training; he was a college freshman now, but it was still fun for him to spar with his father and Krillin like in the old days.
"Hey, Trunks," Krillin said to the now-nine-year-old, lavender-haired boy wrestling with Goten in the doorway. "I see that your dad's given you a break from the gravity room, eh?"
"That's only because he's doing it with Mom," Trunks said nonchalantly, shrugging his thin, yet muscular shoulders. "He told me to scram and not to come back for two hours 'til they were done, and Mom yelled at him for talking to me like that, and he told her to stop screaming. Then Mom threatened not to give him any unless-"
"Give him any what?" Goten interrupted, wanting to know.
"You know, Goten," Trunks sighed.
"No, I don't," Goten protested.
"Neither do I," Goku added, puzzled. Goku wasn't really stupid, just very naïve. "What was it that Bulma threatened not to give Vegeta?"
Everyone downstairs, except for Goten, fell over backwards.
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An hour later…
Roshi was napping peacefully on a chaise lounge, his aged face shielded by the latest issue of "Playthings", his most favorite girlie magazine. He was snoring loudly, and he was completely oblivious to the loud, excited shouts of Goku, Krillin, and Gohan sparring on the beach. Umigame was trying to sleep in his shell, while Oolong was happily sitting on top of it, ogling the girls in "Sweet Cheeks", Roshi's second most favorite girlie magazine and Oolong's first favorite. He kept waking the poor turtle up to show him a picture of a nude, buxom girl, and Umigame kept trying to ignore him. Being a turtle, Umigame had little interest in eyeballing nude pictures of the female half of a species that he was not mating-compatible with.
Upstairs in their bedroom, Krillin and Juuhachigou were enjoying some private time alone together, leaving Marron in the capable hands of Candy. Candy had taken a break from her attic cleaning, and she was making fresh-squeezed orangeade, made from real oranges, of course. She loved her new pink juicer that Roshi had recently bought for her.
While Candy was making her orangeade, Marron, Goten, and Trunks were playing hide-and-seek, and Goten, using his ki-sensing, had traced little Marron to the attic. When he and Trunks, who had already been found, came into the halfway-clean attic, Marron was hiding behind the huge cardboard boxes that were marked, "ROSHI'S PRIVATE MAGS." One of the boxes had rotted on one side towards Marron, and a huge hole the size of her head was there.
Innocent Marron, a bit bored with the boys taking forever to find her, had pulled out one of Roshi's girlie magazines from the hole in the box. Her large, beautiful blue eyes were wide in amazement as she viewed a picture of a thin blonde, wearing only whipped cream puffs to conceal her intimate areas. Fascinated, she turned the page to see that same blonde kissing a brunette female. A tall, nude, well-developed male had his arms around both women.
As Marron was looking at the pictures, Trunks jumped out of nowhere and yelled, "WE FOUND YOU!" Marron screamed and scrambled away from the boxes and from Trunks. In her fright, she dropped the magazine, exposing the centerfold of the two voluptuous girls.
Before Trunks could advance upon Marron, his blue eyes caught the nude centerfold of the girls, and he was stunned. He picked up the magazine, flipped a few pages, and shouted to Goten to come over.
"Hey, Goten, remember when you and your dad asked what my mom threatened not to give my dad earlier?"
"Yeah," Goten said.
"This is it," Trunks told his best friend, showing him a full-page picture of the naked blonde and the aforementioned naked handsome man kissing and rubbing against each other.
"Wow," Goten said wonderingly. "What are they doing?"
Trunks grinned. Unlike Goten, he already had his discussion of the "birds and the bees" with his father. Two weeks after Majin Buu had been defeated, Master Roshi had visited Goku and Chichi, and Trunks had been staying the night with Goten. Trunks had found a nudie magazine that Roshi had left behind, and he brought it home to look at.
Vegeta had caught him with the magazine when Trunks was flipping through it in the gravity room, and he had chewed his son out for wasting time looking at such garbage when he should be training. Trunks had cried that he was sorry, and then he begged his father to explain what the people in the magazine were doing and why. Vegeta, not having Bulma's wise discretion of what was appropriate for children to see and hear, had taken Trunks aside and used the magazine to explain sex to him. On Vegeta's home planet, most little Saiyan boys had known about sex long before they had reached Trunks's age, and Vegeta saw it as no big deal for his son to know the facts then and there.
Bulma had been furious when she had later found out that Vegeta had used a porn magazine to tell their son about the facts of life. However, she had been appeased considerably when Vegeta (as calmly as possible for him) explained that he told Trunks that most of the acts in the magazine were inappropriate, and that the boy was not to view the magazine, or any such like it, anymore. Trunks had kept his word to his father-until now. He could easily swear Goten and Marron to secrecy, and he knew that they wanted to see the magazine as much as he did. What his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
He sat down Goten and Marron to tell them what his father had told him about sex, and now the two other children were seated around the magazine, which was now lying on the floor. Trunks was now giving his version of sex education.
"Now see," Trunks was telling his playmates, as he was pointing to a new picture, "this is what a woman likes to do sometimes with a man's-"
"Marron!"
Marron jumped up at Candy's voice. She dusted her little lacy yellow dress off.
"Marron! Will you come here, please?"
"Coming, Candy!" Marron cried, as she scurried downstairs. Trunks went back to explaining the page of the porno magazine with Goten.
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When Marron arrived in the kitchen, Candy gave her a small tray of three glasses of orangeade. "What have you kids been doing?" she asked her sweetly.
"Oh, we were playing hide-and-seek," Marron told her breathlessly. "But then I found this really neat magazine of Master Roshi's in the attic. It's one of those magazines with the pretty naked girls in it. Trunks was just telling Goten and me about what the woman was doing with a man's thing. Trunks said that it was called a dic-"
Candy shrieked in horror, and Marron drew back. "You kids have been looking at Master Roshi's girlie magazines!" she cried.
Marron's cerulean blue eyes filled with tears. "Did we do something wrong?" she whimpered.
Candy knelt beside her and dabbed her tears away with her thumbs. "Sweetheart, those magazines are nasty, and they're not for little girls and boys to look at. That's why I told you to play with the boys until I called you to come help me. Oh, dear, those magazines have to go! Marron, I want you to stay down here until I come back!"
"But Candy-" Marron began, but Candy was already gone from the kitchen.
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"And so you see, Goten," Trunks said authoritatively, as he pointed to a picture of a man with his lips close to a woman's naked bosom, "some men like to do this-"
"YOU PUT THAT MAGAZINE DOWN! NOW!"
Trunks abruptly threw the magazine behind him. He and Goten jumped to their feet, as Candy stormed into the attic.
"I want you boys and Marron to stay out of the attic and away from those horrid magazines, do you understand me?" Candy shrieked.
Trunks's eyes widened, and Goten fell back towards him. They could understand now why Vegeta had called Candy "that loudmouthed, red-haired harpy" a few weeks ago. Trunks's father had declared that even Trunks's mother was not as blustering as Candy was.
Nevertheless, both boys had been raised by mothers who had taught them how to respect women and obey adults, so Trunks and Goten only said, "Yes, ma'am." Then the two boys somberly left.
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Later that afternoon, while everyone was outside playing in the ocean, Candy put her plan into action. She had gathered up all of Roshi's dirty magazines from everywhere in the house and packed them away into boxes in the attic. She was throwing out her boyfriend's naughty mags once and for all. Roshi would be better off without them, and so would everyone else, especially since Marron now knew of their existence.
As Candy packed away the last porn magazine, she had been feeling a bit saddened and insecure about herself and her looks. What if Roshi considered those women in the books to be prettier, sexier than she was? Candy had briefly skimmed through a few of the magazines and she saw that many of the women in those publications had larger breasts, curvier bodies, and prettier faces. Many of those women were even blond-haired and blue-eyed, and Candy had realized in the past month that blue-eyed blondes were much more popular than green-eyed redheads. What if Roshi was really attracted to the women in those magazines and not to her? What if and when they finally made love, Roshi fantasized about those women when he was in bed with her?
She felt that she had enough rivals for her Roshi's attention, and she certainly didn't want him dreaming about other women while he was with her. She wasn't about to share him with a bunch of glossy, nude paper dolls! Roshi had her, and he was still looking at those disgusting magazines! She had to get rid of them once and for all!
And also there was Marron to think about. Juuhachigou had expressed concern off and on about the possibility of Marron seeing the pictures in Roshi's girlie periodicals. Getting rid of all of the nudie magazines was the best thing; Marron didn't need to get the wrong ideas about men, women, and sex.
Candy felt confident that she was doing the right thing, as she taped up the cardboard boxes and began to tote them down the stairs. It was a good thing that she had volunteered to take the garbage out to the garbage barge that was coming today to haul away the Kame House trash.
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When the garbage barge had arrived on the other side of Roshi's island, the others were still on the opposite side, playing and sparring with each other in the ocean. The garbage men wolf-whistled when they saw the gorgeous candy-apple red-haired female carting out heavy boxes of magazines. The gruff, grungy men immediately rushed to her aid and helped her carry out the numerous boxes of Roshi's pornography to the deck of the garbage barge. There were thirty boxes in all, and the garbage men loaded them up in the barge, along with the rest of the Kame House trash.
"Thank you, fellows!" Candy tweeted, handing them each a bit of money from the generous household allowance that Roshi had provided for her. "You've taken a load off of me!"
"You're welcome, miss!" one of the garbage men declared. "Now what's in all of those boxes anyway?"
Candy said innocently, "Oh, just a bunch of useless junk that we don't need around the house. You guys have a nice day! I'd love to chat more, but I really must get dinner started!"
"Bye-bye now, Candy!" the garbage men called out to her, as they began to board their barge. Candy smiled prettily at them, as she left the shore and went into Kame House. After she had shut the door, the lead garbage man said appreciatively:
"Old Man Roshi's one lucky guy! Man, I'd give anything to have a doll like that living with me!"
"Oh, yeah," one of the other men said, drooling, "she's a doll alright!"
(If only he knew the irony of his compliment concerning her.)
The garbage barge began to pull away from the island, as their whistle echoed throughout the land and ocean. The men kept staring at the boxes, wondering about their contents.
"Hey fellows," said a third garbage man, "mind if I take a peek in these boxes?"
"Not at all!" the lead garbage man told him. "I'm curious as to what Old Man Roshi and his gorgeous dame threw out."
So the garbage men opened several of the boxes, and they cried out with delight. "All right! This is our lucky day, boys!" the lead garbage man cried, as he held up an old copy of "Playthings".
"Whoa, baby!" another garbage man cried out. "I think I've died and gone to heaven! I'm holding the '1980 Sweet Cheeks Holiday Issue'! That one was a limited edition, you know, a classic! I still remember sweet Miss Merry Christmas of that year…boy did her picture make my season bright back then!" He showed them her centerfold. The other men hooted and hollered in agreement with his remarks.
"Well, guys, it's true what they say…one man's trash is another man's treasure!" the lead garbage man said happily. "Okay, now let's divvy up this booty amongst ourselves!"
"OKAY!" declared his pals excitedly.