Chapter 63
For the next four hours, Genji was out on the beach doing exercises as Master Roshi instructed. Genji found himself doing everything from jumping jacks to pull-ups on the windowsill. It wasn't the training he expected, but it was close enough to satisfy him.
After it was all over with, Genji flopped to the sand, completely drenched in sweat.
"Well, this was a very productive day." Roshi nodded. "We'll continue tomorrow, so go rest up."
**Okay.** Genji agreed, pulling himself into the house with his hands.
He went into the bathroom and ran the showerhead. He thought to himself as he undressed.
Some training… I hope he teaches me open hand soon. That's a must-learn for fighters…
He began to unwrap the bandages around his arms, and he stared at the scarred, rotting flesh. He thought back to Momiji, Ryu, Yume, and Murasaki with a sad sigh.
I hope they're all okay. I miss them. I can't wait to see them again after the end of the week. I know Yume will miss me the most. Man, now I want to see them all again!
He unwrapped all his bandages, stepped into the shower, and drew the colorful plastic curtains. He scratched the burns on his arms and chest, cleaning his scars thoroughly. Then, he turned and raised his head into the water, rinsing his hair.
And Piccolo is going to teach me to fly tonight! Alright! Now I'm getting into the major leagues! Maybe after I learn to fly, then I can go all over the world and meet all the people Yamcha talks about! Oh wow, to meet Emperor Chao-tzu and Tenshinhan, and the entire San family… Whoa… I could go meet Son Goku and Son Gohan while I'm…
NO!
Genji flinched in surprise, and fell over. He was okay, so he got back up and glared at the wall.
What was that for?! What the fu…
Son Goku, fine with me. Son Gohan… If I see that little punk again, I'm going to kill him! I swear to God, Genji, I will possess your body without asking and kill him!
Calm down. It's just wishful thinking…
You aren't supposed to be talking to me, remember?
Eh…
Just shut up and scrub!
Genji kept scrubbing his scars and kept his mind clear of any thoughts. However, he accidentally scratched his forearm too hard and broke the purple skin.
**Ow! Dammit!**
He bit his lip as runny purple fluid oozed from the cut. He rubbed on the wound with the flat of his wrist, and his whole arm stung.
**Hey, ow!**
He took his wrist away, and the pain instantly vanished. He blinked at it, bringing it up to the showerhead to rinse it off.
**What the…**
What are you doing?! Don't…
He put his arm under the water, and the wound sizzled like bacon on a frying pan. Genji's mouth stretched open in silent screaming, and he fell out of the shower and to the tile floor. He held his wounded arm tightly with his other hand, wincing in pain. It slowly subsided.
I tried to warn you…
Next time warn me sooner! What the hell happened?!
Demon blood and warm water hurt like hell. I dunno why. Keep that covered up and out of the water.
**Okay…**
He stood back up and grabbed a wash cloth from the top of the toilet. He tied it around his wound and stepped back into the shower to keep cleaning himself.
Ten minutes later, after drying off and changing back into his clothes, he checked on his wound. The fluid had bled through the wash cloth and was still flowing. Without putting his bandages back on, he quickly walked into the guestroom to get Piccolo. The Namek was meditating by the window while Marron was typing on the computer. Piccolo looked up at Genji the moment the boy entered.
"Something's wrong…" He immediately noticed.
**It won't stop bleeding…** Genji moaned, showing Piccolo his arm. Marron turned away from the computer to look.
"Hi Genji. How are…" She fell silent and gawked at her first sight of the demon burn. He had kept his arms and neck wrapped in bandages, and now she saw why. "Oh…my God…"
Genji looked at Marron while Piccolo inspected the cut.
**It's okay, Marron. It's not contagious.**
"What is it?" she asked, standing up from the computer.
**It's a demon burn. This is why I left home. I'm looking for a strong enough cure to cleanse…** Suddenly, Piccolo put his hand over the wound and squeezed the flesh together. Genji winced and wiggled in Piccolo's grasp. It hurt! He felt like his arm was being crushed under a car!
"Hold still." Piccolo ordered gently. "You'll reopen it if you keep that up." After a moment of torment for Genji, Piccolo released his hand. The wound had healed and stopped bleeding.
**Thank you, Piccolo-san…** Genji moaned, rubbing his arm.
"Don't pick at it." The Namek advised. "Now, for some clean bandages…"
**But, you have nothing to make bandages like last time…**
"That's okay. I have other methods." He raised a hand at Genji's chest, and the boy began to glow. Quickly, the light faded away and new bandages covered the burns tightly on his arms, shoulders, chest, back, and neck. Genji tugged his shirt over the bandages.
**Again, thank you, Piccolo-san.**
"Your welcome." Piccolo nodded. "We start flight training in one hour, so be sure you get something to eat. This will take up a lot of your strength."
Genji nodded.
"Ooooh, you're going to go flying?" Marron squealed, already forgetting about the scar. "Cool! Teach me sometime, okay, Genji?"
Genji smiled.
**Maybe.**