Yamcha groggily opened his eyes and saw his floor with unfocused eyes and
saw his floor with unfocused eyes. He blinked a few times and his vision
cleared. From the way he was positioned, he guessed that he had he had
fallen asleep doubled over while sitting on his couch. How had he gotten
there? Couldn't remember.
Finally convincing himself to sit up, he saw the money on the table. Sort of remembering something about the home team winning, he somehow made his way into the next room, opening cabinets until he found bottle of pills, then ripped it open and dumped some in his mouth. Swallowing, he stood there for a while until the medicine took effect, then made his way back to count the money. There was way too much there for just him. Had Tien left his share of the bet? What would make him do that? Speaking of Tien, Yamcha couldn't remember when he left. Yamcha remembered kind of foggily Krillin leaving, but nothing after that. But Tien wasn't there; Yamcha couldn't sense him in the house. Why would Tien leave so suddenly that he would forget all of his money? Maybe . . . Yamcha laughed. It couldn't be. That was just a drunken dream. He stopped laughing. Wasn't it?
*
Tien leaned against a rock, holding a cold cloth to his head. "Maybe I shouldn't've finished that drink," he mumbled to himself.
Chatzuo looked up from where he was cooking. "What is it, Ten?"
"Nothing, Chatzuo," Tien said tiredly.
"It doesn't seem like nothing to me," Chatzuo replied, tossing another piece of wood into the fire.
"No, really, it's nothing," the aching man replied, wiping away some water that had dripped off the cloth and had slid down the side of his head.
"You forget, Ten, I can read minds," and the smaller man slowly closed his eyes.
"Chatzuo! NO! DON'T!" Tien shouted, then cringed as his head throbbed sharply as a reward for him yelling.
Jest then, Chatzuo's eyes shot open. He whipped around, screaming, "YOU TWO TIMING BASTARD!" and blasted over, slamming his fist into Tien's face, sending the taller man flying straight through the rock that he was at one time leaning against.
"Chatzee, it's not what you think!" Tien said, gritting his teeth as he tried to sit up.
"DON'T YOU 'CHATZEE' ME!" Chatzuo screeched as he threw a huge energy ball at Tien, and the second it hit, he flew off.
Tien stayed on the ground, his head ringing, and when he tried to go after Chatzuo, such a pain went through his head that he immediately stopped moving.
This wasn't going well.
*
Yamcha walked around his house with a rather large garbage bag, trashing anything that hadn't been there 24 hours ago; beer cans, food containers, some of the food that had been in the containers . . . .
At least this is what he had started doing when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, he wondered who it could be. It was barely ten o'clock! He wasn't sleeping much anymore, but no one besides himself knew that.
The doorbell rang again, and he tossed the garbage bag onto the couch. Making his way to the door, he opened it with a yawn; whoever it was didn't have to know of his insomnia. "Yeah?" he asked with his eyes half open, but his eyes shot open the second he saw who it was.
"Can I come inside?" Tien asked.
*
Author's Note: HAH! I MANAGED TO UPDATE AROUND ALL OF MY HOMEWORK! ^_^ v But I won't be updating for a while! Hope this isn't too much of a cliffhanger for ya..... *evil laughing* Oh, and I realized why it looked like I had no paragraphs! I used the tab key after one return and it all looked like one paragraph because me paragraphs were so small! So I fixed it!
Finally convincing himself to sit up, he saw the money on the table. Sort of remembering something about the home team winning, he somehow made his way into the next room, opening cabinets until he found bottle of pills, then ripped it open and dumped some in his mouth. Swallowing, he stood there for a while until the medicine took effect, then made his way back to count the money. There was way too much there for just him. Had Tien left his share of the bet? What would make him do that? Speaking of Tien, Yamcha couldn't remember when he left. Yamcha remembered kind of foggily Krillin leaving, but nothing after that. But Tien wasn't there; Yamcha couldn't sense him in the house. Why would Tien leave so suddenly that he would forget all of his money? Maybe . . . Yamcha laughed. It couldn't be. That was just a drunken dream. He stopped laughing. Wasn't it?
*
Tien leaned against a rock, holding a cold cloth to his head. "Maybe I shouldn't've finished that drink," he mumbled to himself.
Chatzuo looked up from where he was cooking. "What is it, Ten?"
"Nothing, Chatzuo," Tien said tiredly.
"It doesn't seem like nothing to me," Chatzuo replied, tossing another piece of wood into the fire.
"No, really, it's nothing," the aching man replied, wiping away some water that had dripped off the cloth and had slid down the side of his head.
"You forget, Ten, I can read minds," and the smaller man slowly closed his eyes.
"Chatzuo! NO! DON'T!" Tien shouted, then cringed as his head throbbed sharply as a reward for him yelling.
Jest then, Chatzuo's eyes shot open. He whipped around, screaming, "YOU TWO TIMING BASTARD!" and blasted over, slamming his fist into Tien's face, sending the taller man flying straight through the rock that he was at one time leaning against.
"Chatzee, it's not what you think!" Tien said, gritting his teeth as he tried to sit up.
"DON'T YOU 'CHATZEE' ME!" Chatzuo screeched as he threw a huge energy ball at Tien, and the second it hit, he flew off.
Tien stayed on the ground, his head ringing, and when he tried to go after Chatzuo, such a pain went through his head that he immediately stopped moving.
This wasn't going well.
*
Yamcha walked around his house with a rather large garbage bag, trashing anything that hadn't been there 24 hours ago; beer cans, food containers, some of the food that had been in the containers . . . .
At least this is what he had started doing when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, he wondered who it could be. It was barely ten o'clock! He wasn't sleeping much anymore, but no one besides himself knew that.
The doorbell rang again, and he tossed the garbage bag onto the couch. Making his way to the door, he opened it with a yawn; whoever it was didn't have to know of his insomnia. "Yeah?" he asked with his eyes half open, but his eyes shot open the second he saw who it was.
"Can I come inside?" Tien asked.
*
Author's Note: HAH! I MANAGED TO UPDATE AROUND ALL OF MY HOMEWORK! ^_^ v But I won't be updating for a while! Hope this isn't too much of a cliffhanger for ya..... *evil laughing* Oh, and I realized why it looked like I had no paragraphs! I used the tab key after one return and it all looked like one paragraph because me paragraphs were so small! So I fixed it!