Trunks landed outside the store. "Dollar General", he said slowly, as if it was the name of a French Ambassador. "This sucks". He walked in casually-maybe a little TOO casually. It certainly attracted a worker's attention. Or maybe it was the fact that he looked wasted on crack. "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" the salesclerk asked timidly. "Naw," said Trunks, not even pausing to glance at the woman. He picked a bottle of water off the shelf and walked towards the clothes.* Without even looking, he grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans. Then he went straight to the men's bathroom. "Sir, you can't go in there with merchandise." She cried , running after him. The kinder-garden 'crack-head' gave her a look. You know. The look that says "Touch me and I rip off your pretty head and shove it down your bleeding throat."** The woman backed away slowly and went back restocking cookies or what- have -you in a quieter section of the store. *** Trunks locked the door to the stall. "Now." he said calmly, ripping off the cap of the bottle. "Let's dispose of the evidence." He splashed the water over his head. Black dye started dripping down his face. "Goten is going down! Heh. this'll pay him back for that Zaku model he stole!" He wiped his face with his sleeves, and hastily changed his clothes. A small sphere of ki formed in his hand. Destroying all evidence of Goten's orange gi and making an. 'emergency exit' with the same blast would be very efficient. He smiled. *** A man sat outside in the alley behind the Dollar Store. He didn't look the type of a bum-not mad, not unkempt, was he. He actually looked kind of healthy. The only odd thing about him was a mallard on his head. For he was Duck-Head-Man. The Dollar Store was next to a rather good Vietnamese restaurant- although what kind of respectable establishment was right next to a Dollar Store? So, here was Duck-Head-Man innocently eating a bowl of.Vietnamese.food. in an alley. That's when the wall exploded. "Goten. My name is Goten. Now you remember that." The small child said before flying away. DuckHead-Man shrugged and tossed his bowl over his shoulder.

*does a Dollar General sell clothes? I haven't been to one in a long time, but I remember going to a Dollar-General-type store that sold shirts and jeans. Does it really matter for this story? **yeah, guess where he learned that from?