Chapter 3 – Buying Roshi
Author's Note: Yep…still a Krillin thing. If you've never seen Dragonball, but only DBZ, they you're SOL on some of the jokes in this chapter. Sorry! However, everyone should understand the little treat that this chapter gives! J
"I wonder if Goku's wrong…yea, I bet I made it into college," Krillin thinks to himself as he approaches his home.
He bursts into the back door of his house, where his childhood caretaker is busy cooking lunch. She is a tall, slender woman with purple hair, who is very beautiful. She happily adds pepper to the stew she's making, as she hums to herself.
"Hi Launch!" Krillin says as she turns to look at him.
"Hi Krillin! How's your day going?"
"Great except for one thing; have you seen my letter of acceptance to NCU?"
"Krillin, you got rejected from NCU, remember?"
"Rejected!" His eyes open wide. "I thought you said accepted! You read it to me!"
"Nope, you got rejected because your GPA was only 3.0. It takes a 3.2 to get into NCU. It's a really good school." She smiles and goes back to shaking pepper into the pot. "Ahh..ah…ah…" She starts wrinkling her nose.
"So Goku was right!" Krillin thought to himself, then he noticed his dilemma in regards to Launch. "Launch, umm…I'm ah.." He starts to talk, fast "I'll be using the phone in my room! Bye!" He runs to his room.
When he gets to his room, a loud "Boom!" is heard, as well as a "Damn those birds are loud!" The sound of an oozy can be heard. Krillin locks his door and waits for another sneeze. "Ahh…ahh…choo!" "Boom!" Krillin sighs, "Thank God."
He walks over and sits on his bed. Out of his nightstand he takes the phone book. He also grabs the phone.
"Let's see…NCU Dean of Admissions." He dials the number.
"Thank you for calling the NCU admissions office. The dean is in Aculpoco this week. Please make an appointment with Chancellor Roshi for all your admissions issues."
He hangs up the phone. "Damn it! I guess I'll just skip the middleman." He leans down and reaches under his bed. He pulls out a stack of magazines as well as a photo album. He tucks them under his arm and runs out of the room, and then runs out of the house.
"Wait! What about your lunch!" Launch leans out of the door as Krillin jumps into his Ferrari.
"No time," he replies, "Bye-e!" He starts the car, throws it into reverse, and tears off down the street in a red blur.
About 45 minutes later, Krillin arrives at the North City University Administration Building. (Normally it takes 2 hours to get to the NCU Administration Building from Krillin's home.) He goes into the lobby with his stack of gathered materials, and the secretary directs him to the Chancellor's office. Krillin stands in front of the door. A sound can be hard coming from inside.
"Oh, that's the right stuff, honey! Yeah, show it to the ol' Chancellor!"
Krillin knocks on the door.
"Ahh, who is it?"
"Krillin!"
"Uhh, I don't know a Krillin." There is a pause. "Now go AWAY! I am a very busy man, you know!"
Krillin knocks again. No answer. He knocks louder, and while he is knocking, the door flies open. "Damn you're a pest! Now WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!"
Roshi is standing right in front of Krillin, yelling in his face. Krillin blinks, speechless as the bald, white bearded, green sunglassed, skinny old man stares at him. He stutters out "Umm…well...you see…"
"SPIT IT OUT!!"
"Well, I came to ask you about admissions."
"Admissions are closed." Chancellor Roshi turns on his heel and stands to walk away.
"Wait…um, well I just never got my acceptance letter."
The Chancellor pauses, "Well, come in then. I'll check it out." He walks over to his desk, and sits down. Krillin stands in front of the desk as Roshi calls his secretary. Soon some number appear on the lone computer screen on his desk. Apparently, there's no computer…Roshi doesn't know how to use one. "Lets see…Krillin…nope. Applied but GPA in high school was too low." Roshi smiles "Have a nice day! NOW LEAVE!"
"Well," Krillin begins enacting his plan, "I guess I'll just keep my outstanding photography to myself."
"Yeah, go away."
"And I guess I'll have to keep this stack of my freelance photo gigs in (Krillin names a bunch of popular – ummm…men's magazines. Adult ones.)."
"What did you say?"
Krillin smiles, "Nope, I'm leaving like you said." He turns on his heel and begins to walk out of the room.
Chancellor Roshi jumps over the desk and lands in front of Krillin. He catches a glimpse of one of the magazine covers. He puts his hand on Krillin's shoulder. "No, I think we should discuss your admission problems. Why don't you have a seat, and we'll talk about it? You can show me your 'Portfolio'." He smiles.
Krillin thinks, "Yes! It worked!" He then proceeds to do as Roshi suggested. They spend the next 3 hours looking at the photo album and the magazines.
Chancellor Roshi gets a certain glint in he green sunglasses. "So you took all theses pictures?"
Krillin smiles and nods, "You like them?"
"Yes."
"How would you like some more?"
"SURE!"
"Good. Admit me to NCU, and then school of Journalistic Photography."
The Chancellor, not being that gullible, responds to Krillin's proposal. "Well, I'd have to have a new set of pictures every week."
"Only if you let me live with you."
Upon hearing this, the Chancellor smiles, "Only if you take at least half of the pictures at my mansion."
"It's a deal!" Krillin holds out his hand. The Chancellor takes Krillin's hand and shakes it.
Krillin and Roshi begin to talk about Krillin's possible class schedule. Chancellor Roshi thinks to himself, "Boy, I can't wait until Krillin brings those women over to my mansion. I guess I'll get to use the ol' 'Roshi Charm.' Those girls won't know what hit 'em!"