Live The Life
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Three: Tour Of Nanase
Krillin looked at his watch as he leaned against his bike outside the school the next morning. Eight fourteen. The bell would ring in a minute...where was Eighteen? She should have been here by now. Krillin sighed, watching the other students rush inside, trying to keep their books together and not trip over each other on the way in.
"Hey," Eighteen, on her bike, came up behind Krillin at a surprisingly face pace, and she gripped the brakes to stop right when she was about to smash into Krillin's bike and run over the boy's toes. "Hi, Eighteen!" Krillin perked up, getting onto his bike. "Ready to have the grand tour of town?" He asked, as they pedaled down the street.
"Ready when you are," Eighteen answered.
"Great! We'll start at the North end of town...just at the end of this long road." Krillin said. They rode their bikes three minutes up the street, until they reached the town limits, and Krillin stopped his bike. Eighteen stopped as well, and looked at the highway that seemed to lead to nowhere out of the place they were in.
"Welcome to Nanase," Krillin smiled, pointing at the sign over his left shoulder. He started his bike towards the street end which made a corner of town. "Here's Kani Street. Just houses here. Mostly elderly people live here, and I don't know any of them. But there's some nice trees in the yards, and I like to ride down here to relax myself before a big test in school the next day." Krillin said.
"I see..." Eighteen seemed bored. "The only things this street is for are the houses that probably don't have security systems, and I could egg them on Halloween if I felt like it." She smirked.
Krillin felt a lump rise in his throat as he thought about what Eighteen had said while they rode down Kani Street, to the next corner. He knew it would be wrong to deface someone else's property, and that it was especially wrong since all the residents on that street were older, and would have a hard time cleaning egg off their houses. He hoped Eighteen didn't really plan on doing things like that...
"What's this street called?" Eighteen stopped at the green cross- signs above her.
"Oh...um..." Krillin shook his head clear of the thoughts. "Majito Drive." He said. "This is the street Vegeta lives on. I'd rather not go down here..." Krillin turned his bike in the other direction.
"Why not? And who's Vegeta?" Eighteen asked curiously.
"Well, uh...Vegeta has been grade bully since the third grade, and this year, I'm his targeted victim. He'll beat me up any chance he gets to." Krillin explained, a hand behind his head.
"Well why dont you fight back? Teach the bastard a lesson!" Eighteen said, swinging her fist at the air.
"I don't know how to fight, that's why! Anyways, you just don't mess with Vegeta Ouji! He's the toughest guy in grade ten!" Krillin said, leading Eighteen away from Majito Drive.
After two more hours of riding around town, Krillin had finished the tour. "And that's Nanase." He finished. "Say...you want to get something to eat?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm starved." Eighteen nodded.
"Okay, follow me!" Krillin went down a street of stores and restaurants, until he saw what he had searched for. They stopped their bikes in front of an older looking building, and pushed them into the bicycle racks. Eighteen followed Krillin into the restaurant.
"Krillin, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" A man behind a counter, obviously the cook, asked, leaning over the countertop. Krillin stopped. He hadn't thought of that. What were they going to do?
"School dosen't start until tomorrow," Eighteen lied so quickly anyone listening would believe it.
"Oh? I could have sworn it started yesterday!" The cook said, scratching his head.
"N-no, it starts tomorrow." Krillin nodded.
"I see...who's your friend, Krillin? I don't think I've ever seen you before." The cook motioned at Eighteen.
"Oh, this is Eighteen, Mr. Taka! Eighteen, meet Mr. Taka, the cook at Sam's!" Krillin introduced the two. They nodded respectfully at each other, acknowledging the new face. Mr. Taka stood up straight, and rubbed hs hands with a cloth. "So what brings you here, Krillin?"
"We're starving!" Krillin smiled, rubbing his stomach.
"Well, I'll tell you what: free sub sandwiches and cokes for the both of you, to celebrate your new friend, Eighteen! How's does that sound?" The man asked, smiling.
"That sounds great!" Krillin smiled.
"Okay, then, you and your lady friend go have a seat, and I'll hace Marci bring you your lunch in a few."
"Okay!" Krillin sat in a booth near the back on the left. "This is my favorite table," Krillin said. "I was sitting in thie very place when, for the only time I've ever managed to in my life, beat Goku at an arm-wrestling contest. We were both seven, then." He reminisced.
"Goku?" Eighteen asked.
"Yeah, you can meet him at school tomorrow." Krillin said.
"So, you want to see if you can beat ME at arm-wrestling?" Eighteen offered, positioning her arm, elbow on the table. Krillin shook his head. "I couldn't fight a girl," he declined.
"Aw, c'mon, Krillin, I'm tough! You couldn't beat me, I bet! You're scared!" Eighteen laughed.
"Okay, okay..." Krillin put his own arm on the table, and placed his hand in Eighteen's. He felt his heart jump up into his throat when she grasped hs hand firmly. In a way, they were holding each other's hand...Krillin was yanked back to reality when Eighteen exclaimed the mark. "Three, two, one, go!" She began to push Krillin's arm towards the table, and Krillin shoved back, unsuccessfully. Eighteen's hand slammed Krillin's onto the table, and she let go as soon as she'd won. "Ha! Beat you!" She pointed.
"You..." Krillin puffed, "got lucky..."
"Luck nothing, that's shit! I won, and you lost! So suck it up!" Eighteen laughed as Krillin rubbed his sore arm, and wiped his sweaty palm on his shorts. "I'll beat you next time," Krillin vowed.
"Here you go, sweetie," the waitress, Marci, placed two plates with subs on them and two tall glasses of coke before the pair on the table, before walking away. Krillin mumbled a thanks as she walked off towards the kitchen.
"Mm, subs!" Eighteen took a large bite of the sandwich.
"That was good," Krillin said as they left the restaurant, gettig back onto their bikes. Now to where he'd planned to take Eighteen since last night. Eighteen followed, watching the few cares go by, and glancing at the signs on buildings. "Where're we going now?" She asked.
"Oh, somewhere I like to go every now and then," Krillin sighed happily as he led her on.
- - - There it is! Another BORING chapter of the most UNEVENTFUL story I've written yet...
But a lot of you who are reading are wondering where Krillin is taking Eighteen--still excited?
--Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Three: Tour Of Nanase
Krillin looked at his watch as he leaned against his bike outside the school the next morning. Eight fourteen. The bell would ring in a minute...where was Eighteen? She should have been here by now. Krillin sighed, watching the other students rush inside, trying to keep their books together and not trip over each other on the way in.
"Hey," Eighteen, on her bike, came up behind Krillin at a surprisingly face pace, and she gripped the brakes to stop right when she was about to smash into Krillin's bike and run over the boy's toes. "Hi, Eighteen!" Krillin perked up, getting onto his bike. "Ready to have the grand tour of town?" He asked, as they pedaled down the street.
"Ready when you are," Eighteen answered.
"Great! We'll start at the North end of town...just at the end of this long road." Krillin said. They rode their bikes three minutes up the street, until they reached the town limits, and Krillin stopped his bike. Eighteen stopped as well, and looked at the highway that seemed to lead to nowhere out of the place they were in.
"Welcome to Nanase," Krillin smiled, pointing at the sign over his left shoulder. He started his bike towards the street end which made a corner of town. "Here's Kani Street. Just houses here. Mostly elderly people live here, and I don't know any of them. But there's some nice trees in the yards, and I like to ride down here to relax myself before a big test in school the next day." Krillin said.
"I see..." Eighteen seemed bored. "The only things this street is for are the houses that probably don't have security systems, and I could egg them on Halloween if I felt like it." She smirked.
Krillin felt a lump rise in his throat as he thought about what Eighteen had said while they rode down Kani Street, to the next corner. He knew it would be wrong to deface someone else's property, and that it was especially wrong since all the residents on that street were older, and would have a hard time cleaning egg off their houses. He hoped Eighteen didn't really plan on doing things like that...
"What's this street called?" Eighteen stopped at the green cross- signs above her.
"Oh...um..." Krillin shook his head clear of the thoughts. "Majito Drive." He said. "This is the street Vegeta lives on. I'd rather not go down here..." Krillin turned his bike in the other direction.
"Why not? And who's Vegeta?" Eighteen asked curiously.
"Well, uh...Vegeta has been grade bully since the third grade, and this year, I'm his targeted victim. He'll beat me up any chance he gets to." Krillin explained, a hand behind his head.
"Well why dont you fight back? Teach the bastard a lesson!" Eighteen said, swinging her fist at the air.
"I don't know how to fight, that's why! Anyways, you just don't mess with Vegeta Ouji! He's the toughest guy in grade ten!" Krillin said, leading Eighteen away from Majito Drive.
After two more hours of riding around town, Krillin had finished the tour. "And that's Nanase." He finished. "Say...you want to get something to eat?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm starved." Eighteen nodded.
"Okay, follow me!" Krillin went down a street of stores and restaurants, until he saw what he had searched for. They stopped their bikes in front of an older looking building, and pushed them into the bicycle racks. Eighteen followed Krillin into the restaurant.
"Krillin, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" A man behind a counter, obviously the cook, asked, leaning over the countertop. Krillin stopped. He hadn't thought of that. What were they going to do?
"School dosen't start until tomorrow," Eighteen lied so quickly anyone listening would believe it.
"Oh? I could have sworn it started yesterday!" The cook said, scratching his head.
"N-no, it starts tomorrow." Krillin nodded.
"I see...who's your friend, Krillin? I don't think I've ever seen you before." The cook motioned at Eighteen.
"Oh, this is Eighteen, Mr. Taka! Eighteen, meet Mr. Taka, the cook at Sam's!" Krillin introduced the two. They nodded respectfully at each other, acknowledging the new face. Mr. Taka stood up straight, and rubbed hs hands with a cloth. "So what brings you here, Krillin?"
"We're starving!" Krillin smiled, rubbing his stomach.
"Well, I'll tell you what: free sub sandwiches and cokes for the both of you, to celebrate your new friend, Eighteen! How's does that sound?" The man asked, smiling.
"That sounds great!" Krillin smiled.
"Okay, then, you and your lady friend go have a seat, and I'll hace Marci bring you your lunch in a few."
"Okay!" Krillin sat in a booth near the back on the left. "This is my favorite table," Krillin said. "I was sitting in thie very place when, for the only time I've ever managed to in my life, beat Goku at an arm-wrestling contest. We were both seven, then." He reminisced.
"Goku?" Eighteen asked.
"Yeah, you can meet him at school tomorrow." Krillin said.
"So, you want to see if you can beat ME at arm-wrestling?" Eighteen offered, positioning her arm, elbow on the table. Krillin shook his head. "I couldn't fight a girl," he declined.
"Aw, c'mon, Krillin, I'm tough! You couldn't beat me, I bet! You're scared!" Eighteen laughed.
"Okay, okay..." Krillin put his own arm on the table, and placed his hand in Eighteen's. He felt his heart jump up into his throat when she grasped hs hand firmly. In a way, they were holding each other's hand...Krillin was yanked back to reality when Eighteen exclaimed the mark. "Three, two, one, go!" She began to push Krillin's arm towards the table, and Krillin shoved back, unsuccessfully. Eighteen's hand slammed Krillin's onto the table, and she let go as soon as she'd won. "Ha! Beat you!" She pointed.
"You..." Krillin puffed, "got lucky..."
"Luck nothing, that's shit! I won, and you lost! So suck it up!" Eighteen laughed as Krillin rubbed his sore arm, and wiped his sweaty palm on his shorts. "I'll beat you next time," Krillin vowed.
"Here you go, sweetie," the waitress, Marci, placed two plates with subs on them and two tall glasses of coke before the pair on the table, before walking away. Krillin mumbled a thanks as she walked off towards the kitchen.
"Mm, subs!" Eighteen took a large bite of the sandwich.
"That was good," Krillin said as they left the restaurant, gettig back onto their bikes. Now to where he'd planned to take Eighteen since last night. Eighteen followed, watching the few cares go by, and glancing at the signs on buildings. "Where're we going now?" She asked.
"Oh, somewhere I like to go every now and then," Krillin sighed happily as he led her on.
- - - There it is! Another BORING chapter of the most UNEVENTFUL story I've written yet...
But a lot of you who are reading are wondering where Krillin is taking Eighteen--still excited?
--Kai