Krillin flipped through the channels, not paying any special attention to what was on. "What does a turkey do when he's flying upside down?" he muttered. "What kind of." Krillin growled angrily. He was angry when he was hungry. "I wish I had some Buddha's hands right about now." Krillin blinked. "Buddha's hands." *** Screams filled the Wal-Mart's doors, muffled with the shatter of explosions. People clutched shopping bags close to them, or screeching children. In the panic they stumbled over each other, dashing to their cars. And those already in their cars sped away, heedless to people spattering blood upon their window shields. A man walked up to the doors with a calm and cool gait. Pushing pass the tumult man by screaming man, he grabbed one of the passing woman's arm. "What happened?" he inquired. "There's a boy in there!" She screamed, her eyes full of tears. The man paused. "A boy?" Another explosion rocked the building. The woman wrenched her arm free, running faster than she ever ran before. After a while it quieted down. "Help me!" someone below him cried. "Mygodicantfeelmylegs!" The man smiled, a funny look coming into his eyes. Footsteps came from inside the building. A person was walking out of the door. His silhouette was blurred by darkness and smoke. He took a step forward. "Truly," the man laughed, "only a boy. The woman was right." As the figure came closer he could make out the details. Young. Maybe six or seven. He was carrying a paper bag. "Tell me, boy," said the man quietly. "Who are you?" "I'm Goten." "I see." "Want some of this fruit? It's freaking awesome!" he cried, holding out the bag. Now that the man could see him clearly, he realized the kid was vibrating. Spit pooled out of the corners of his mouth. His eyes were dilated so much you could barely see the whites of his eyes. He held out a shaking hand with an odd type of fruit in it. The man's calm visage was blurred momentarily with a look of fear. "Now just calm down.I won't hurt you." "Hurt?" spat Trunks, his eyes twitching. "Hurt?" The man backed away slowly. "Hurt! Hurt hurt hurt!" he cried, jumping up and down. "For the love of God, I can't feel my freaking legs!" the man cried. Trunks turned around, growling like an angry dog. "Die!" he cried, raising a hand. A ball of ki started growing in his hand. The man ran for his life. Falling into a nearby ditch, he tried with all his willpower to make no sound. For a while there was the noise of screaming, muffled by another small explosion. Then- Silence. The man sighed in relief, sinking down to his knees. The silence seemed to drag on forever, a silence so void of sound it hurt his ears. Then a splash. The last thing the man ever saw was the child's hand slicing the air. Trunks smiled, and then sat in the rainwater of the ditch. He pulled the rumpled paper bag close to him, all the muscles in his arm trembling. He grabbed a Buddha's hand from it. This was why he had blown up the Wal-Mart. Well, partly because he had wanted to get Goten in trouble. But also because he needed more of these miraculous mind- expanders. Slowly, shakily, the fruit met his lips. He let out a grunt of contentment as the fruit juice snakily dribbling down his chin. Finishing it, he downed another. Then another. When he finished the bag, he slowly tried to get up. He could barely stand, and was shaking uncontrollably. "More," he frothed, darting his head back and forth. "More!" He stumbled clumsily out of the ditch, falling on his hands more than once, heading to a new fruit store. "Everyone should have these. It's like a koala crapped a rainbow in my brain!" he said, laughing gaily. After bumping into a stop sign, he paused. "Ssstop." he slurred. "Okay." * Three hours later * "How long do I have to stop?"