Sentiments of gip-k: -Hello, again, everyone! Here's the second chapter of "Cautiously Wishing For…" Are all of you people still alive? Good! You did not die from how shockingly terrible the last chapter was! Okay, I guess I ought to start the story, right?
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Disclaimer: Everyone puts one of these (at least all my friends do). I can't believe I almost forgot it! I mean, that practically gives Watsuki Nobuhiro and Akira Toriyama a right to sue me! I don't have a million dollars! Waah! (I think Watsuki's too nice for that, though)
Okay, here's how it goes. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or Dragonball Z so don't go about sending all your fan-mail to me (I would like it, though!). The creators of the two shows are Watsuki Nobuhiro and Akira Toriyama respectively. Both of them are very good writers, and I respect and admire them. They're cool, too! :)
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---Chapter 2---
Kenshin Himura slowly began to open his eyes. He was greeted by bright, blinding flash of light that caused him to immediately squint them back shut again. Eyes still stinging painfully, Kenshin tried to open them again, but more cautiously this time.
"He's waking up!" a voice exclaimed loudly.
Kenshin opened his eyes to a slit and struggled to make out the faces of the people surrounding his bed.
"I told you we should have put him in the rejuvenation tank. He looks terrible."
Rejuvenation tank? Kenshin thought incredulously. What on earth was that?
By now, Kenshin was beginning to make out the faces of those around his bed. His eyes first fell on a skimpily glad woman with pale blue hair, then on a tall, ball-headed man with an extra eye on his forehead.
"This is a dream," Kenshin said groggily. He closed his eyes, determined to chase away the unseemly dream. When he opened them, though, everything was the same. Kenshin sat straight up in the bed, startling the troupe of people around him. He reached for his sakabato with lightning speed- what? It wasn't there!
"What's going on?" Kenshin demanded. "Where am I?"
Memories flooded Kenshin's mind all at once as he asked the question. The last thing he had remembered before he ended up here, was going to the store to do some shopping for Miss Kaoru, the beautiful young owner of the Kamiya dojo, and adjutant master and teacher of the Kamiya Kasshin sword fighting style. He had been walking home from the market, whistling to himself, thinking about how pleased Kaoru would be about how well he had completed the errand she had sent him on. Then all of the sudden, a pinkish glow surrounded him. Kenshin gasped as he was lifted up, high into the sky, at lightning speed. The road below him suddenly became nothing more than a speck on a vast map. Kenshin wanted to yell, but when he tried to, he panicked, and he began sucking in as much breath as he could, which wasn't much at such a high height. He couldn't count how many times he'd tried to cry "Oro!" but he knew it was a lot. Goosebumps formed on his skin as he shivered at the change in the temperature of the air so high up. Kenshin's violet eyes widened when he saw the unthinkable. A swirling pool of darkness ruined the look of the clear blue sky surrounding him. He could feel himself being pulled closer to the evil thing. What magic could have created such a thing? Kenshin reached for his sakabato, but his hand froze on the sword. The same devious power that was pulling him towards the dark pool was keeping him from drawing his sword. Kenshin's eyes widened even more as he neared the horrible creation. Soon he was only inches away from it, and then…
Kenshin blinked, returning to alertness.
"You're in the Kame House, young man, and you have us to think for taking you in."
Kenshin turned to the source of the voice. A short, bald old man with a long white mustache and beard and wearing an oddly colorful short-sleeve shirt appeared to be the owner of the voice. He wore dark black glasses with red rims.
Kenshin became a little less tense. These were normal people. Perhaps they meant no harm. Kenshin looked at all of the people cautiously. The skimpily clad pale-haired woman! Ooh, goodness! She might as well have been wearing nothing at all. His cheeks grew warm and he quickly turned his face to someone else. The tall man with an extra eye. He seemed to be a friendly kind of man, though his face was grim at the moment. A small child with a white-powdered face and red-painted cheeks sat on his shoulder. Kenshin's eyes moved right towards another man. He seemed younger than the man with the extra eye did. He had short black hair cut in a strange way- not a surprise, though. The people before Kenshin's eyes dressed and acted so strangely that this man fit in perfectly, except for the countless scars on his face and many other areas of his body. Kenshin blinked. None of these people could be real. This had to be a dream. The last person Kenshin's eyes fell on was the only person standing right beside his bed, rather than at the end of it. A small boy with long, unruly black hair that he kept pulled back in a band at the back of his neck. His big black eyes widened when Kenshin looked at him, and he took a few steps back.
Kenshin remained silent. The strange events that had happened before left him speechless, and energy-wise, drained.
"Hey, I think this is too overwhelming for the poor guy," the scarred man said to his friends.
"I think so, too," the blue-haired woman said. "He looks terrible."
The strange people chattered as though Kenshin didn't exist for a long while, then decided that he should be left alone. They all filed out of the door, and the small boy that had been standing by Kenshin's bed closed the door behind them, as he was the last to step out of the room.
Kenshin let out a sigh of relief.
"Oro!" he exclaimed. "Those are quite a strange bunch, I say."
Kenshin took his opportunity of silence to look around the room. It had plush blue carpet on the ground, better than he'd ever seen in his life. A fluffy purple thing that Kenshin thought to be a fabric-covered chair sat in the corner of the room, and miscellaneous items like plants and pictures complimented the plain beige walls of the tiny room.
Kenshin through back the covers of his bad and swung his feet out of the bed so he was in a sitting position. He sure felt okay, so what had happened? How did he end up here? Here, in a strange world where people had scars and extra eyes and women didn't wear proper clothing? How did it happen?
Kenshin did know that something had happened when he had been sucked into that portal, but he just couldn't remember. He remembered snatches, though. He thought he'd seen a… dragon. Hadn't that been a dream? Kenshin buried his face in his hands, deeply confused. Okay, when he uncovered his face, he would discover that all this was just a terrible nightmare and he'd wake up back at the Kamiya dojo, and all would be well. Kenshin uncovered his face and opened his eyes, disappointed to see all as it was before. Could someone have used magic on him? How? What sorcerer had such power?
* * *
Ch-Chi paced back and forth nervously, daring not to open the door of the red-haired Samurai's room. What was her husband, Goku doing right now? Perhaps she should read more of the magazine to find out. No, she couldn't. That danged magazine had already caused enough trouble already. Vegeta had been furious when he had seen what had happened…
"You fool woman! How could you have done such a thing! You've wasted all our time and energy! The female specimen and their untamed tongues!"
The last part of that had earned Vegeta a good yelling from Bulma and very nearly a slap as well. Chi-Chi didn't care, though.
"Oh, Goku," Chi-Chi breathed, tears nearly welling up in her eyes. "How could I have been so cruel?"
Of course Chi-Chi had been very mad at Goku for running off to space and leaving she and Gohan alone on earth, but that was because she loved him. Despite the fact that his bad table manners, ignorance of simple things, and obsession with fighting sometimes annoyed her, she loved and cherished his easy manner, gentleness, and bravery, though the last sometimes took him far away from her. Chi-Chi blushed slightly as she remembered how each time Goku came inside the house through the window instead of the door, tracking his dirty boots all over the place, she had reprimanded him strongly and even hit him a couple times with her beloved broom. Even in times like that, deep in her heart she had been amused by his innocent, almost childish doings.
Chi-Chi sighed loudly. All of this is your fault, Chi-Chi. If you hadn't been reading that stupid magazine in the first place, none of this would have happened! Chi-Chi thought angrily. Chi-Chi gasped, startled to feel a hand on her shoulder. She looked behind her, even more surprised to see Goku's best friend, Krillin. He had had to reach up quite a bit to put that hand on her shoulder, but apparently that didn't matter much to him.
"Are you okay, Chi-Chi?" Krillin asked.
"Of course," Chi-Chi said, hastily wiping the tears off her cheek. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
A stupid question. Chi-Chi knew good and well that Krillin was always around the Kame House for one reason or another, mostly just friendly visits.
"I just thought Gohan might need a little company," Krillin said, taking his hand of Chi-Chi's shoulder. He shrugged.
Chi-Chi nodded. That was right. Gohan didn't really have any friends. Krillin was his only friend. And… his father, too. He was very fond of Goku.
"You know, Chi-Chi," Krillin said. "None of us blames you for all this? It was an accident, wasn't it?"
Chi-Chi was about to say, "Of course, you dim-wit! What do you think?" but she stopped herself. Was it really a mistake, or had she meant it every wit and whim? Did she mean to wish her husband away and get a red-haired girly man? Had she…
Chi-Chi punched her palm with her fist as a sudden wave of determination swept through her.
"That's it!" she said. "We're going to get Goku back, and we're going to get him back right now!"
Krillin blinked at Chi-Chi's sudden change in attitude. Was he hearing what he just heard?
"Uh, Chi-Chi?" Krillin asked.
"What?" Chi-Chi said as she turned to Krillin, eyes flashing. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Of course not," Krillin said. "It's just that- uh- what're we going to do with the samurai guy?"
"We'll take him with us!" Chi-Chi said.
"Uh, Chi-Chi, I don't know if that's such a good idea-"
Krillin was too late. Chi-Chi was already marching towards the room that "the samurai guy" was in. She burst open the door, but just as soon, let go of the handle, allowing the door to swing wildly. Smoking black eyes met soft violet and soon both expressions changed. The violet eyes looked startled, where as the dark one simply looked completely dumb-founded. Chi-Chi's mouth stayed half-opened in wonder at the sight of "the samurai guy". Oh my god! Chi-Chi thought. He's… pretty good looking. In fact…
"Um, milady?"
Chi-Chi blinked. Oh! The cute-looking guy had spoken.
"Oh, hi."
"Hello."
The silence reigned again. The samurai carried a confused expression on his face. An oddly short, bald-headed man squeezed in between the woman and the doorway.
"Uh, hi," the man said sheepishly. "My name's Krillin." He gestured to the dark-haired woman who was staring at the samurai so hard that Krillin thought her eyes would bust out. "This is Chi-Chi."
Apparently it was taking Kenshin a while to digest a name like "Chi-Chi", but then he briefly introduced himself.
"I am Kenshin Himura," he said, standing up from his seat on the bed. He bowed to each of them. "A pleasure to meet you, Krillin. And you too, Miss… Chi-Chi."
Spots of red appeared in Chi-Chi's cheeks. Krillin thought he was starting to go insane. Chi-Chi was falling for this guy? Come on! He'd have to set her straight. Goku was the only one for her.
"My pardons, but are you the owner of this residence?" Kenshin asked.
"Uh, yeah," Chi-Chi said, finally snapping out of her trance.
"I apologize for putting any burden on you, Miss Chi-Chi," Kenshin said. "I had best be going, now."
"But you can't!" Chi-Chi sputtered.
"My pardons, but why?" Kenshin asked.
"You might not find the world outside the way you would in your own world," Krillin said.
"My… own world?" Kenshin asked, eyes narrowing in suspicious.
"It's a long story," Krillin said. "You have been- er, wished away."
"Wished away?" Kenshin asked incredulously. "How is that possible?"
"As I said, it's a long story," Krillin said. "You see-"
He was interrupted by Chi-Chi kicked him in the leg.
"You must be hungry, uh, Kenshin," Chi-Chi said, quickly pasting a cheerful smile on her face. "Why don't you come to the kitchen? We can explain everything over a nice hot lunch."
"Oh no, this unworthy one has already caused too much trouble," Kenshin replied.
"Oh, stop being silly," Chi-Chi said. "I know you must be hungry. Come on."
With that, Chi-Chi quickly left the room. After all, she didn't have any lunch ready. Krillin shrugged.
"She's been acting a little strange lately," he said sheepishly. "I guess we'd better follow her."
Kenshin nodded, though he was very confused. Goodness, these people were strange. He had no choice but to follow the short man.
The walked through the house and towards the kitchen. Kenshin absorbed the new sites and sounds, and scanned the rooms for his sakabato. He would ask about that, later. Kenshin eyes fell on the scarred man, who was walking in their direction with a massive smile on his face.
"Hey, Yamcha!" Krillin said, greeting the man.
"What's up, Krillin?" the scarred man replied.
"We were just going to the kitchen to eat some lunch," Krillin said. He turned to Kenshin. "Uh, Kenshin, this is my friend, Yamcha."
Yamcha shook hands with Kenshin.
"I'm Kenshin Himura," Kenshin introduced himself.
"Yamcha!"
Kenshin's eyes turned to the sound of the high-pitched voice. His eyes immediately fell on a blue cat, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. First a scantily dressed woman, then a three-eyed man, now a talking cat? What was this place and how could he get out?
Kenshin stepped back a few inches when the talking cat neared.
"Hey, Puar!" Yamcha said in a friendly, easy-going voice. Apparently, it was very normal, at least to him, for a cat to speak.
"Who's the guy behind you?" Puar said inquisitively.
"Oh, his name's Kenshin," Yamcha replied casually.
Krillin nudged Kenshin's arm.
"Don't worry," Krillin said jokingly. "Puar won't bite." Kenshin's wide eyes remained fixed on the strange creature.
"Oro," he breathed, too shocked for true words.
"Lunch is ready!" Chi-Chi called from in the kitchen.
Puar, Yamcha, Krillin, and Kenshin filed into the kitchen. They sat down in three of the six sturdy, polished red wood chairs surrounding the moderately fancy, medium-sized table. It was graced with a lovely pale green tablecloth. Kenshin felt strange sitting in a chair. He usually sat on mats on the ground. He looked around, his sharp eyes taking in all the strange machines and appliances. Apparently, the Kame House was decorated according to the western style, but it still had some remnants of the Japanese style. The beautiful, yet simple paintings on the wall indicated this.
Chi-Chi walked over to the table, and set the plates of food in front of them. Kenshin felt his mouth begin to water at the irresistible scents wafting from the dishes of hot food. How could Chi-Chi have gotten such good food ready in such a short amount of time? Chi-Chi set delicate plates of beautiful red-pictured China in front of the three hungry men.
"Hey everyone, food's done!" Chi-Chi called at the top of her lungs.
As soon as the words had left her mouth, Master Roshi, the three-eyed man, and the powder-faced child bustled into the kitchen. They quickly sat down.
"Okay, everyone, dig in!" Chi-Chi said proudly.
Kenshin's eyes widened slightly as he observed the outrageous manner in which the people around him devoured their food. Kenshin tried to eat more politely, but when he tasted the beef and broccoli, he was immediately addicted. Such a refreshment from Miss Kaoru's cooking. Kenshin thought, but was instantly guilty. He wondered what Miss Kaoru was doing just right now. She might be worried about him, wondering why he never returned from his outing. Kenshin placed his chopsticks down on the table.
"What's wrong?" Chi-Chi asked, concern evident in her dark eyes. "You're not eating, Kenshin. Did I put too much salt?"
"No, this is none of your fault, Miss Chi-Chi," Kenshin replied quickly. He put on a cheerful smile. "The food is delicious, but… it's a bit hard to explain, you see. My pardons, but I find it very odd that I am suddenly transported into such a strange world, where everyone has disturbingly high ki and animals speak. Do you have any answers to this?"
"You can sense ki?" Master Roshi asked incredulously.
"Yes," Kenshin replied. "To a more or lesser extent. My pardons, but I do not see why that should matter any."
Silence reigned for a few moments. Everyone kept their mouth tightly shut, and all eyes looked confused, especially Chi-Chi.
"Have you ever heard of Shenlong?" Master Roshi asked suddenly.
Kenshin had lost him now. Had he just gone completely off topic?
"I do not think so, Master Roshi," Kenshin replied carefully.
"WHAT!" Yamcha said sputtered, splattering a mouthful of food out unto the table. "You've never heard of the dragon!"
Kenshin, startled at the sudden outburst, simply shook his had.
"Hey, be patient with him, Yamcha," Krillin said. "His world's different from ours. I mean, they probably don't even have dragonballs there."
Everyone became silent at that.
"No dragonballs, eh?" Master Roshi said. "I don't see how that's possible."
"Of course it's possible!" Chi-Chi said. "The dragonballs aren't in the magazine, after all."
Kenshin blinked, confused.
"My pardons, but what exactly are these dragonballs?" he asked.
That was when the explaining began. Krillin, and the three-eyed man, known as Tien, informed Kenshin of who Shenlong was and what the dragonballs did.
"And the sky turns all black," Krillin said. "Then the dragon appears out of the dragonballs."
Kenshin listened carefully, mystified. Were these stories true? This had to be a dream.
"So, you are saying, my pardons, I've been wished away from my own world?" Kenshin asked.
"Yep," Tien said. "You're exactly right."
"But, by whom?" Kenshin asked.
Everyone suddenly shut up. All eyes looked down at their food, frowning. Well, all except Master Roshi, but Kenshin couldn't exactly see his eyes.
"I did, okay?" Chi-Chi yelled out suddenly. Kenshin turned to her, purple eyes filled with shock. "I didn't do it on purpose!" she cried out defensively. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to, okay?"
Chi-Chi's temper was flaring right now- the defiant look in her dark eyes showed that.
"But… why?" Kenshin asked, dumbfounded. "How?"
Krillin reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a dog-eared magazine. He handed it to Kenshin, an apprehensive, yet at the same time sad, look in his soft, dark eyes.
Kenshin took the magazine from his hands, and looked at it. His eyes darkened at the sight of it. It said "Rurouni Kenshin." He opened it, hands trembling on the paper. His violet eyes frantically scanned the pages.
"No," Kenshin breathed when he saw what was written in it. His life… it couldn't be.
"Are you okay, man?" Yamcha asked.
Kenshin looked at him, a graveness causing lines of strain to appear around his disturbed eyes.
"This is impossible," Kenshin said, a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as he spoke. "What on earth does it mean?"
* * *
King Kai paced back and forth nervously on his small private planet. His blue antennas stuck up from his small black hat as he searched for Goku's energy. He was tried hard to find Goku's ki, but he simply couldn't. For an entire day, he couldn't discover what it meant.
"Oh, Goku," King Kai said in an anguished voice. "Where are you?"
Goku's ki had been diminishing ever since last night, until all the sudden it finally disappeared. He could no longer sense Goku. It was as though he'd been transported into another world…
Bubbles, King Kai's pet monkey, ran over to him, obviously sensing his master's dark mood. King Kai petted his head affectionately.
"It's okay, Bubbles," King Kai said softly. "I'm sure everything's going to be okay. I'll contact Piccolo. Maybe he can tell me what's going on."
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Piccolo was sitting cross-legged, floating a good three feet from the ground. He hand his hands folded against each other evenly, and his eyes were closed in meditation. The serious frown on his face marked his flawless concentration.
Piccolo!
Piccolo's eyes shot open. He did not react any differently, though. He would know the voice anywhere. Not to mention the fact that no one else would be able to speak to him telepathically so clearly.
I hear you, King Kai. Piccolo thought to King Kai dryly. What is happening? Is there trouble?
Yes, and it's terrible. King Kai replied. I can't sense Goku's ki. Do you have any idea what's going on?
No, I don't. Piccolo replied. I don't think anyone would have been able to kill Goku so easily. Something else has happened. Are you sure you cannot sense Goku's ki?
No, it just disappeared. King Kai said, sounding frantic.
I don't know anything about any of this, but it sounds like big trouble. Piccolo said grimly. Goku hasn't visited earth in quite a while. He's supposed to still be in space.
He is? King Kai replied. That's strange, then. Thank you for your help, Piccolo. I'll have to check with Kami. Maybe he can sort out this mess.
Good idea. Piccolo replied. I need to head back to Goku's house. Everyone is over there. They would know if something happened to him.
Exactly what I was thinking! King Kai said. I have to go now. I sure hope Goku's okay.
With that, King Kai was gone. Piccolo quickly powered up and flew away from his special training spot. He'd have to finish training later. He had to head to the Kame House, and fast.
* * *
Gohan worked hard at his math problems. Now, what was five hundred and sixty-seven times ten to the eighth power again? Gohan eyes trailed from the work on his desk, and he looked up outside his bedroom window. His eyes widened at the sight of a bright light nearing his beachside home. As the blue light came closer, a smile made it's way unto Gohan's before serious face. He stood up from his desk, and rushed out of his bedroom.
"Hey everyone, Piccolo's here!" Gohan cried as he rushed into the living room, where Tien and Yamcha were having an arm wrestling match. Their faces brightened and they jumped up from their seats in the living room and rushed to the door.
Gohan ran into the kitchen. His mother, Master Roshi, and the new guy were sitting at the table talking and looking very serious.
"Hey, Mom, Piccolo's here," Gohan said. He still felt a little ache in his stomach when he looked at her. How could she have wished his dad away like that? Sometimes Gohan had to almost force himself to believe it was a mistake. The red-haired man sitting at the table only dampened Gohan's spirits even more. He was what they had instead of his dad, now.
Chi-Chi turned to Gohan, seemingly surprised at her son's abrupt appearance.
"Come here, Gohan," Chi-Chi said.
Gohan suppressed a sigh when he walked over to his mother. She turned him to face the red-haired man and put her hands on his shoulders. Gohan felt uncomfortable with her touching him. How could she be so unashamed of what she'd done?
"Gohan, say hello to Mr. Himura," Chi-Chi said. "Kenshin, this is my son, Gohan."
"Hi," Gohan said, purposely averting the man's violet-eyed gaze.
"Hello, Gohan," Kenshin said, a warm smile on his face. "It's nice to meet you."
"Gohan's a little shy," Chi-Chi said jokingly.
Gohan's cheeks grew warm. Why wouldn't his mother just let him go in peace? She was embarrassing him!
"Uh, can I go Mom? Piccolo's probably already here," Gohan said.
"Mind your manners, Gohan!" Chi-Chi scolded. "We have guests!"
Gohan shut his mouth, even though he didn't want to.
"Oh, it's alright," Kenshin said, waving his hand dismissivily.
Gohan looked up at Kenshin, surprised. He would have expected this Kenshin guy to say something that would only add to his embarrassment, not let him go. As soon as Chi-Chi released her hands from Gohan's shoulders, he hastily made his escape from the kitchen.
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes at her son's behavior. Him and that Piccolo man. How could he befriend a man who did nothing but work him like a dog and never smiled about anything except destruction? Not to mention that he had ugly green skin and looked so mean that he could scare any sensible child away in a moment! How Gohan could tolerate the Namekian's attitude was simply not understandable. He even had antennas sticking out of the sides of his forehead. It was awful! At least most of the time he was wearing that weighted hat of his. Who wanted a weighted hat?
Chi-Chi turned her attention back to Kenshin. He looked to be very deep in thought. He was resting his elbow and the table, and holding up his chin in the palm of his right hand.
"Kenshin."
He didn't answer.
"Kenshin?"
Kenshin blinked, looking as though he'd just woken up. He looked at Chi-Chi.
"Oh, I apologize Miss Chi-Chi," Kenshin said. "I was not paying attention. What is it?"
"I was going to ask if you'd like to meet Piccolo now," Chi-Chi said dryly. "I don't know why anybody would want to meet that guy, but… you know."
Kenshin looked at Krillin for answers. His eyes said that he thought that Kenshin should go meet Piccolo.
"Uh, my pardons, but before we end our conversation, may I ask something?" Kenshin said.
"Sure," Krillin said.
"Have any of you seen my sakabato?" Kenshin asked, eyes darkening grimly. He did not feel right without his sakabato.
"What's that?" Krillin asked.
"It is a reverse blade sword," Kenshin said. "I had it with me when I was… wished away from my world."
"I think I have it," Master Roshi said.
Kenshin's grim expression lifted.
"You do?" he asked.
"Yes," Master Roshi said. "Let me go get it."
Master Roshi stood up from his position at the table, and walked away. Apprehension filled Kenshin fully as he struggled to wait patiently for the old man's return. He had to force himself not to fidget. Kenshin started drumming his fingers on the table, but he stopped it. Then he started tapping his foot.
Finally, when Kenshin thought he would burst, the old man returned. In his hands he held Kenshin's prized reverse blade sword.
"Is this what you're talking about?" Master Roshi asked.
Kenshin couldn't help but smile.
"Why yes," he said. "That's it."
Master Roshi handed the sword to Kenshin, who took it gratefully. He bowed to Master Roshi five times.
"Thank you for keeping this for me, Master Roshi," Kenshin said. "I cannot express my thanks for your kindness."
"Humph," Master Roshi said, voice filled with irony. "I didn't know you cared so much about that rusty old thing. I almost left it on the sitting on the grass. Some kid would have probably found it and had a lot of fun with it. I figured it was yours, though, so I just picked it up and took it with me."
"I thank you for being so considerate, good master," Kenshin said. "My memories are hidden deep in this sword. It means much to me. To lose this blade in a place like this would have been too much for me."
"Hey, what's so bad about our world, huh?" Chi-Chi asked, her eyes flashing.
Kenshin lifted up his hands defensively.
"Oh, nothing, Miss Chi-Chi," Kenshin said, trying to swerve around the subject. "This world is beautiful. In fact, if such good and kind people as you and your friends are here, then it must not be bad at all."
Chi-Chi's cheeks reddened. Then a moment later she realized a little kissing up had just softened her.
"Hey! Don't think you can get away from what you said so easily!" Chi-Chi retorted. Kenshin had been getting up from the table, but he froze. "I'll forgive you for now, this time."
"Thank you, Miss Chi-Chi," Kenshin said, looking relieved.
The foursome went out to meet Piccolo, who'd already been filled in on the yesterday's events. His face looked grim.
Kenshin was shocked to see the man. He was a good four heads taller than Kenshin, and he had skin as green as a lime rind. His face had a grim expression on it, and it didn't help his appearance one bit.
"Chi-Chi, do you have any idea what-"
"I know it already!" Chi-Chi retorted angrily. "Instead of running to me and complaining, let's do something about it! If I hear one word from your stinky purple-tongued mouth, I'll kick your hide!"
Piccolo and Chi-Chi engaged in an extremely long staring competition after that.
"Humph," Piccolo said. "King Kai is talking to Kami about all this right now. We'll have to wait and see what kind of answer they have for why a wish concerning him-" Piccolo pointed a sharp-nailed finger at Kenshin, making him cringe. "-Was granted in the first place."
"Oro!" It was once again all that Kenshin could say.
Gip-k's Post chapter statements: -Okay people, what did you think of that chapter? Yes, I know it didn't have any action. That will come in later. Right now I'm just building up on this story. This is going to be a very long story, people, so sit tight and try to stay awake! :) The next chapter will be about how Goku's doing in Kenshin's world! Yes, writing that will be a lot of fun. Sorry if I wasted anybody's time, but please don't be angry. Also note that I made Kenshin talk how he does in the manga. I've read it and watched a good half of the TV show, so everything's cool, right? Please keep reading! :)
Also, I'd like to thank my first three reviewers for reading my story. This is from last to first, people.
Female Hitokri Battousai
Okay, fbh., thanks for reading my story, even though I know you're always busy with stuff and you had better ways to spend your time. :)
LilMako17
You were my second reviewer, LilMako17, and that makes me very happy! I loved your review and it gave me the extra boost I needed to finish the chapter!
Dee-Chan
Thank you so much, Dee-Chan, for taking your time to read my story! You were my very first reviewer, and I never got to give you a real thank you for what you did! So, as they say in Japanese, ARIGATO! (Thank you) Arigato times a thousand! I'm glad you like Rurouni Kenshin. That's very cool! Keep liking it forever, and please continue reading this story!
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Gokaia_Z
Yes, I'm thanking my younger brother again. He hasn't read my story, much less reviewed it, but there should be a tribute to him, anyway. He is always helping me out with this! I don't think I'll ever be able to thank him enough! He's a true DBZ fan- almost more than I am an RK fan. So to anyone who says, you didn't even try to make this story like DBZ- take a hike!