Chapter 2
Krillin woke up to a pigeon pecking him."ow. stop. Stop, dammit."he said groggily.
As he stood up, rubbing the sore spot on his head, he remembered where he was.
He looked around, the Buddha's hands nowhere in sight. "Ohshit." He mumbled defeatedly.
[That little bitch Trunks!] he thought angrily. [Going off about how I have no friends! what
does he know about anything!]
he paused. [Maybe he's right. Maybe I am annoying.] he grumbled.[every time i battle someone, they
hit me one time and i fell
to the ground and couldn't fight, etc...]*
He landed outside his house, hands in his pockets. Taking a deep sigh, he opened the door.
[ Great, now 18's going to be all like, 'Where the hell have you been?']
"Where the hell have you been?"said 18, wielding a wooden spoon. "Krillin, I sent you to
get Buddha's hands an hour ago!
Where are they?"
"I went everywhere, but none of the stores carried them," he lied. "You can't get import fruit on an
island."
Krillin sank into thought. "Where do Buddha's hands grow anyways? And why do you need fruit for a Tupperware party?"
18 shrugged. "It doesn't matter, anyways. I'll get some...apples or ...something."
Marrin hobbled in, giggling. "Hi, daddy!" she yelled, then continued brushing the hair of her naked barbie doll.
[Why do kids do that?]Krillin pondered.[You spend $20 on trendy barbie doll shit and then they play with them naked?
Some things will never be explained.]
Krillin had tried to teach Marrin about the Dragonballs, and blowing things up, and saving the world,
but it hadn't sunk in. She'd just give her daddy a blank look, then go back to accessorizing or something.
If Krillin wasn't so peaceful, he go fly up to Mattel industries and blow it up. Then he'd go beat up that
gay guy from Blue's Clues in a parking lot.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Oh, hi Bulma." said 18, a slight mumble in her voice.
"Hi, 18...listen, is Krillin home? I need to speak with him." "Yes, he's here...come right in."
"Krillin," said Bulma, plopping a tote bag on the table. "Something's wrong with the Dragonballs."
Krillin almost fell off his stool. "Really? What?"
"You know, how back in the old days, we'd just say and a chant, and boom!
Shen Long would appear? Well, now..."She opened the tote bag. There were all seven Dragonballs.
A spark formed from them,
snaking into the form of a message. The jagged letters read clearly:
"WHAT DOES A TURKEY DO WHEN IT FLIES UPSIDE DOWN?"
"WHAT THE HELL?!!" cried Krilln angrily. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"I dont' know," sighed Bulma, closing the tote again. The letters flashed once, then dissapeared.
"Keep this here until someone figures it out."
"What?" cried Krillin. "Why here?"
"I don't know. Maybe it'll advance the story."Bulma said qiuetly, then walked out the door.
*(as far as my memory goes ( up until the freeza saga) this has happened four times.)
Krillin woke up to a pigeon pecking him."ow. stop. Stop, dammit."he said groggily.
As he stood up, rubbing the sore spot on his head, he remembered where he was.
He looked around, the Buddha's hands nowhere in sight. "Ohshit." He mumbled defeatedly.
[That little bitch Trunks!] he thought angrily. [Going off about how I have no friends! what
does he know about anything!]
he paused. [Maybe he's right. Maybe I am annoying.] he grumbled.[every time i battle someone, they
hit me one time and i fell
to the ground and couldn't fight, etc...]*
He landed outside his house, hands in his pockets. Taking a deep sigh, he opened the door.
[ Great, now 18's going to be all like, 'Where the hell have you been?']
"Where the hell have you been?"said 18, wielding a wooden spoon. "Krillin, I sent you to
get Buddha's hands an hour ago!
Where are they?"
"I went everywhere, but none of the stores carried them," he lied. "You can't get import fruit on an
island."
Krillin sank into thought. "Where do Buddha's hands grow anyways? And why do you need fruit for a Tupperware party?"
18 shrugged. "It doesn't matter, anyways. I'll get some...apples or ...something."
Marrin hobbled in, giggling. "Hi, daddy!" she yelled, then continued brushing the hair of her naked barbie doll.
[Why do kids do that?]Krillin pondered.[You spend $20 on trendy barbie doll shit and then they play with them naked?
Some things will never be explained.]
Krillin had tried to teach Marrin about the Dragonballs, and blowing things up, and saving the world,
but it hadn't sunk in. She'd just give her daddy a blank look, then go back to accessorizing or something.
If Krillin wasn't so peaceful, he go fly up to Mattel industries and blow it up. Then he'd go beat up that
gay guy from Blue's Clues in a parking lot.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Oh, hi Bulma." said 18, a slight mumble in her voice.
"Hi, 18...listen, is Krillin home? I need to speak with him." "Yes, he's here...come right in."
"Krillin," said Bulma, plopping a tote bag on the table. "Something's wrong with the Dragonballs."
Krillin almost fell off his stool. "Really? What?"
"You know, how back in the old days, we'd just say and a chant, and boom!
Shen Long would appear? Well, now..."She opened the tote bag. There were all seven Dragonballs.
A spark formed from them,
snaking into the form of a message. The jagged letters read clearly:
"WHAT DOES A TURKEY DO WHEN IT FLIES UPSIDE DOWN?"
"WHAT THE HELL?!!" cried Krilln angrily. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"I dont' know," sighed Bulma, closing the tote again. The letters flashed once, then dissapeared.
"Keep this here until someone figures it out."
"What?" cried Krillin. "Why here?"
"I don't know. Maybe it'll advance the story."Bulma said qiuetly, then walked out the door.
*(as far as my memory goes ( up until the freeza saga) this has happened four times.)