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My winamp is playing, and "Hey Jude" came on, and I was like "WTF this is like what Piccolo Daimaou was telling Piccolo Jr in his dream in chapter 11!" No wonder Piccolo was so freaked out. (Btw, the guy I mentioned, Danny Kaye, he's a singer/actor from the old days. I've got a feeling that he's died before I was born. Anyway, if your curious who the guy is, he sang "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts".)
AND NOW ------ COMEDY
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"A few days later, Nama asked both of us to come to his office.
"'Now, I've said before that your personal lives don't matter,' he began, 'but I really want to stick my head in to give you guys some advice. Don't you think you're moving a little fast?'
"Jin and I were confused. Then he showed a memo that Jin had left him, stating her address change.
"'Oh, that's what you're talking about, boss,' Jin said, 'Don't worry. Dorai and I aren't even going out. I'm just staying at his place until I can find another apartment.'
"'What happened with your last place? I know it was bad but surely...'
"I interrupted, 'Sir, Jin was kicked out her apartment and I offered for her to live with me. She's paying half the rent; Don't worry.'
"He scratched his head to this. 'Well, OK... Dorai that's awfully kind of you.'
"I twitched to this. It was more like an insult to me, but I played as if I had taken it as a compliment anyway, 'Thank you, sir.' Jin snickered at the lack of emotion behind my statement.
"'All right, as long as you aren't making any mistakes,' he paused, 'After all, I don't want to lose my two best bartenders to a disgruntled ex- husband with a semi-automatic.'
"This time Jin twitched. 'Thank you, sir,' she said in the same manner. We were both dismissed.
"Later on, we were about to leave since our shifts were over when we were stopped by Uwaki.
"'Dorai! Jin! Can I talk to you guys?" she said in a happy tone.
"What good mood we had built up to this point was dashed away again. 'What is it?' I asked.
"'Well...' she started off, twirling her finger in her hair, 'Uncle Nama's been lookin' at me kind of angry-like since what I said a few days ago, and he told Mother what happened. They've both been buggin' me to do somethin' nice for you, Jin.'
"Jin dropped into a full grimace. 'I don't need anything, Uwaki. Don't worry about it.'
"'Oh come on! They'll be bothering me until I do. Now, I was wondering what I could do for you, and I got a really great idea! Jin, I should give you a make-over!'
"'The Hell you should!' Jin exclaimed in annoyance. 'I'm not a blasted barbie-doll!'
"'Don't worry! I'm giving Dorai one, too!'
"I backed away 'I have nothing to do with this!'
"'You two, really!' Uwaki huffed. 'Come on, it's only one night! I'm paying for everything!'
"When it became obvious that she wouldn't leave us alone until we agreed, she took us to her own room, trying to find something of her own for Jin, confident that she might not have to spend extra money on her.
"'Just try it on! It's even black: your favorite color!' She kept trying to force a short dress to the bathrobed Jin.
"'Black isn't a color' Jin replied cooly.
"'That's why it matches with everything!' Uwaki pushed her into the walk-in closet.
"A few minutes passed before Jin said anything from behind the door. 'This isn't going to work without a bra or something like that, Uwaki... '
"'What are you talking about? That dress has a wire in it all ready.'
"'Yeah, and its about two cups too small...'
"I was biting my lip, trying not to laugh. It made sense that nothing of Uwaki's wardrobe has fit Jin yet: the two had completely different body compositions. After an hour of arguing over what does and doesn't zip up all the way, Uwaki surrendered Jin's normal clothes to her and drug us to a store.
"Uwaki wouldn't let Jin even close to the pants, saying that she always wears them and needs something new. She forced one of those bright red, slinky and revealing dresses that she would more likely wear upon her, then rushed her into a changing room.
"'Now,' she said with a somewhat victorious smile, 'Let's get you a suit, Dorai.'
"Damn, I thought she had forgotten me, I thought, I have no luck today. Before I knew it, I was pulled into another section, having pinstripe patterns and ties contrasted on me."
"A suit?" Chi-Chi giggled. "You were being forced into a suit?"
"Better than her putting something perverted on me, which was my original fear," I said with a shudder, "When she found something satisfactory to her tastes, she put me into one of those small dressing holes as well, leaving me to figure out how to put the damn thing on. The thing had like 20 pieces to it.
"When I was finished, she looked at me, judging for a second, then rushed me on, saying that Jin was already in the salon, 'getting her hair and face done'. Upon reaching the place, Jin came out. She had an expression of someone who narrowly escaped a desperate situation. But she didn't look half-bad, even though she seemed like she would kill herself in her own distress.
"Then a slight fear came over me. 'You're not going to put me through that too, are you?' I asked Uwaki.
"'Of course not, Dorai! I'm doing your hair myself!' She exclaimed.
"I gulped. Although my 'hair' was tangible and had texture, I was afraid that she would notice that it was only an illusion as I wasn't sure it could be cut or streaked like Jin's was. But I was forced to sit anyway. She pulled out a brush and some sort of hair thing, then pulled it back in one of those pony-tail things.
"'Can we go now?!' Jin looked like she could rip her own uncomfortable face off.
"'Well, the make-over is over with,' Uwaki made an expression of achievement, 'Now it's time to show you two off at the night club!'
"'Y-you're kidding!' I exclaimed.
"Jin's distress deepened and she collapsed beside me. 'I think I'm going to cry.'
"So you two felt that bad about getting your images redone a bit?"
I turned away from Goku's wife and her over-friendly smile. "You're talking to me the same way you do to that Bulma woman over the phone."
"It's interesting!"
"It's scary!" I shook my head.
"So what happened at the club?"
"It seems that Shuran knew about Uwaki's plan and was already there, ready to ask Jin to dance with him.
"'Go to Hell,' she answered plainly.
"'Now, Jin!' Uwaki shook her finger at her, 'Manners!'
"'I wish you a lovely journey in a handbasket to Tartarus, sir.'
"This seemed to confuse them enough, and he asked Uwaki instead, who accepted with a sickeningly bright smile. Jin sat down at a table in a dark corner, trying to escape view. I followed after a while for the same reason.
"She looked at me, an annoyed look still crossing her. 'I'd ask you to leave, but you might be able to keep anyone else from asking me on the floor.'
"I nodded and sat back. I felt tired and agitated, and I didn't want to start a fight with my roommate. After a few minutes of no discourse between us, she finally spoke again.
"'You know, when I got upset with Uwaki, it had nothing to do with the ring. However, I'd be lying if I said it had nothing to do with marriage.'
"I tried not to let that line seep into my skull and waited for her to continue.
"'You see,' she paused then shook her head with a laugh, 'I don't even know why I'm telling you this, but in my family, there's a lot of superstition. If it's prophecised that someone should marry a certain man, its almost as good as an engagement.'
"'So...' I wanted to look at her, but I couldn't. 'You're parents want you to marry someone that you're not interested in?'
"'Sort of,' she said. I heard her lean on the table, 'Almost everything revolves around these two guys. Both of them, well, adore me. One of them is tolerable. He's OK to spar with; nothing more. But the other was...'
"'Like Shuran?' I said.
"'No, actually. It's hard to explain. It's like he seems like a decent person to be around for the first 20 seconds, but after that you just want to punch the guy in the gut.'
"I grinned and looked at her. She was actually smirking. 'But that's not really what bothers me,' she continues, 'It's what's expected of me that really pisses me off. I'm supposed to sit at home, training to be a hostess or something like that. Training to be a wife. Ridiculous.'
"'You're parents are that old-fashioned?'
"'Actually, no. My father supports me becoming a--' she paused, '-- a fighter, since he's one himself. My mother used to be one, but now she's into the wife-thing. I don't want to end up like that.'
"'I see.' I noticed that Uwaki and Shuran had started to look for us. I stood and turned to her. 'We should get on the floor before those two idiots find us.'
"She nodded and stood with me. 'Is that your way of asking for a dance?'
"'Sure. Let's just hurry. They've spotted us.'"
My winamp is playing, and "Hey Jude" came on, and I was like "WTF this is like what Piccolo Daimaou was telling Piccolo Jr in his dream in chapter 11!" No wonder Piccolo was so freaked out. (Btw, the guy I mentioned, Danny Kaye, he's a singer/actor from the old days. I've got a feeling that he's died before I was born. Anyway, if your curious who the guy is, he sang "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts".)
AND NOW ------ COMEDY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A few days later, Nama asked both of us to come to his office.
"'Now, I've said before that your personal lives don't matter,' he began, 'but I really want to stick my head in to give you guys some advice. Don't you think you're moving a little fast?'
"Jin and I were confused. Then he showed a memo that Jin had left him, stating her address change.
"'Oh, that's what you're talking about, boss,' Jin said, 'Don't worry. Dorai and I aren't even going out. I'm just staying at his place until I can find another apartment.'
"'What happened with your last place? I know it was bad but surely...'
"I interrupted, 'Sir, Jin was kicked out her apartment and I offered for her to live with me. She's paying half the rent; Don't worry.'
"He scratched his head to this. 'Well, OK... Dorai that's awfully kind of you.'
"I twitched to this. It was more like an insult to me, but I played as if I had taken it as a compliment anyway, 'Thank you, sir.' Jin snickered at the lack of emotion behind my statement.
"'All right, as long as you aren't making any mistakes,' he paused, 'After all, I don't want to lose my two best bartenders to a disgruntled ex- husband with a semi-automatic.'
"This time Jin twitched. 'Thank you, sir,' she said in the same manner. We were both dismissed.
"Later on, we were about to leave since our shifts were over when we were stopped by Uwaki.
"'Dorai! Jin! Can I talk to you guys?" she said in a happy tone.
"What good mood we had built up to this point was dashed away again. 'What is it?' I asked.
"'Well...' she started off, twirling her finger in her hair, 'Uncle Nama's been lookin' at me kind of angry-like since what I said a few days ago, and he told Mother what happened. They've both been buggin' me to do somethin' nice for you, Jin.'
"Jin dropped into a full grimace. 'I don't need anything, Uwaki. Don't worry about it.'
"'Oh come on! They'll be bothering me until I do. Now, I was wondering what I could do for you, and I got a really great idea! Jin, I should give you a make-over!'
"'The Hell you should!' Jin exclaimed in annoyance. 'I'm not a blasted barbie-doll!'
"'Don't worry! I'm giving Dorai one, too!'
"I backed away 'I have nothing to do with this!'
"'You two, really!' Uwaki huffed. 'Come on, it's only one night! I'm paying for everything!'
"When it became obvious that she wouldn't leave us alone until we agreed, she took us to her own room, trying to find something of her own for Jin, confident that she might not have to spend extra money on her.
"'Just try it on! It's even black: your favorite color!' She kept trying to force a short dress to the bathrobed Jin.
"'Black isn't a color' Jin replied cooly.
"'That's why it matches with everything!' Uwaki pushed her into the walk-in closet.
"A few minutes passed before Jin said anything from behind the door. 'This isn't going to work without a bra or something like that, Uwaki... '
"'What are you talking about? That dress has a wire in it all ready.'
"'Yeah, and its about two cups too small...'
"I was biting my lip, trying not to laugh. It made sense that nothing of Uwaki's wardrobe has fit Jin yet: the two had completely different body compositions. After an hour of arguing over what does and doesn't zip up all the way, Uwaki surrendered Jin's normal clothes to her and drug us to a store.
"Uwaki wouldn't let Jin even close to the pants, saying that she always wears them and needs something new. She forced one of those bright red, slinky and revealing dresses that she would more likely wear upon her, then rushed her into a changing room.
"'Now,' she said with a somewhat victorious smile, 'Let's get you a suit, Dorai.'
"Damn, I thought she had forgotten me, I thought, I have no luck today. Before I knew it, I was pulled into another section, having pinstripe patterns and ties contrasted on me."
"A suit?" Chi-Chi giggled. "You were being forced into a suit?"
"Better than her putting something perverted on me, which was my original fear," I said with a shudder, "When she found something satisfactory to her tastes, she put me into one of those small dressing holes as well, leaving me to figure out how to put the damn thing on. The thing had like 20 pieces to it.
"When I was finished, she looked at me, judging for a second, then rushed me on, saying that Jin was already in the salon, 'getting her hair and face done'. Upon reaching the place, Jin came out. She had an expression of someone who narrowly escaped a desperate situation. But she didn't look half-bad, even though she seemed like she would kill herself in her own distress.
"Then a slight fear came over me. 'You're not going to put me through that too, are you?' I asked Uwaki.
"'Of course not, Dorai! I'm doing your hair myself!' She exclaimed.
"I gulped. Although my 'hair' was tangible and had texture, I was afraid that she would notice that it was only an illusion as I wasn't sure it could be cut or streaked like Jin's was. But I was forced to sit anyway. She pulled out a brush and some sort of hair thing, then pulled it back in one of those pony-tail things.
"'Can we go now?!' Jin looked like she could rip her own uncomfortable face off.
"'Well, the make-over is over with,' Uwaki made an expression of achievement, 'Now it's time to show you two off at the night club!'
"'Y-you're kidding!' I exclaimed.
"Jin's distress deepened and she collapsed beside me. 'I think I'm going to cry.'
"So you two felt that bad about getting your images redone a bit?"
I turned away from Goku's wife and her over-friendly smile. "You're talking to me the same way you do to that Bulma woman over the phone."
"It's interesting!"
"It's scary!" I shook my head.
"So what happened at the club?"
"It seems that Shuran knew about Uwaki's plan and was already there, ready to ask Jin to dance with him.
"'Go to Hell,' she answered plainly.
"'Now, Jin!' Uwaki shook her finger at her, 'Manners!'
"'I wish you a lovely journey in a handbasket to Tartarus, sir.'
"This seemed to confuse them enough, and he asked Uwaki instead, who accepted with a sickeningly bright smile. Jin sat down at a table in a dark corner, trying to escape view. I followed after a while for the same reason.
"She looked at me, an annoyed look still crossing her. 'I'd ask you to leave, but you might be able to keep anyone else from asking me on the floor.'
"I nodded and sat back. I felt tired and agitated, and I didn't want to start a fight with my roommate. After a few minutes of no discourse between us, she finally spoke again.
"'You know, when I got upset with Uwaki, it had nothing to do with the ring. However, I'd be lying if I said it had nothing to do with marriage.'
"I tried not to let that line seep into my skull and waited for her to continue.
"'You see,' she paused then shook her head with a laugh, 'I don't even know why I'm telling you this, but in my family, there's a lot of superstition. If it's prophecised that someone should marry a certain man, its almost as good as an engagement.'
"'So...' I wanted to look at her, but I couldn't. 'You're parents want you to marry someone that you're not interested in?'
"'Sort of,' she said. I heard her lean on the table, 'Almost everything revolves around these two guys. Both of them, well, adore me. One of them is tolerable. He's OK to spar with; nothing more. But the other was...'
"'Like Shuran?' I said.
"'No, actually. It's hard to explain. It's like he seems like a decent person to be around for the first 20 seconds, but after that you just want to punch the guy in the gut.'
"I grinned and looked at her. She was actually smirking. 'But that's not really what bothers me,' she continues, 'It's what's expected of me that really pisses me off. I'm supposed to sit at home, training to be a hostess or something like that. Training to be a wife. Ridiculous.'
"'You're parents are that old-fashioned?'
"'Actually, no. My father supports me becoming a--' she paused, '-- a fighter, since he's one himself. My mother used to be one, but now she's into the wife-thing. I don't want to end up like that.'
"'I see.' I noticed that Uwaki and Shuran had started to look for us. I stood and turned to her. 'We should get on the floor before those two idiots find us.'
"She nodded and stood with me. 'Is that your way of asking for a dance?'
"'Sure. Let's just hurry. They've spotted us.'"
