It took over an hour to get to the island. All Hamato could think of was what he would find there. As he got closer, he began to worry. "What if he says no?" "What if he just laughs at me?" He pushed these doubts out of his mind. He had to remain focused. When he saw the island, he knew it was time. Landing on the island, he saw no one, only a small house. He was surprised at how small it was. "How could a master train his students here? It's so small." As he faced the door of the house, he took a deep breath. "This is it. Its time." He slowly opened the door and looked inside.

Inside, he was expecting to see the great Master Roshi, the Turtle Hermit. But what he found were two men sitting on the couch. One was very short, and very bald. He wore a white T-shirt and blue pants. The other was taller. He had long, black hair, and didn't look very well kept up. Both were watching television.

"Bulma is that you?" called out the hippie. "We're starving. Did you bring the food?"

"Ya, bring it in and put it on the table." The bald one pointed to the table behind them.

Hamato just stood at the doorway. He didn't understand what was going on. This was the house of the Great Master Roshi, the greatest martial arts master who ever lived. What were these two doing here?

Suddenly, the door opened. Before he could turn around, he was pushed from behind. He jumped back, turning around to see what it was. What he found was a pile of brown bags.

A woman's voice came from behind the bags. "Oh sorry. Hey, can you help me with this? Just put it on the table." Hamato thought he recognized the voice. Not thinking, he obeyed the voice. He took bags and placed it on the table.

"Oh thanks! Those bags where getting heavy." The woman laughed.

Hamato turned around to be face to face with a beautiful blue-haired woman. At first he was caught by surprise, and jumped back, almost landing on the table. The woman also jumped back, giving a cry of surprise. When she stopped she looked at him questioningly, then a look of surprise came to her face. "Hamato??"

Suddenly, the two men jumped in front of the woman.

"What's going on here?" said the tall one, turning to the woman.

"Who the hell are you?" said the bald one, facing Hamato.

The longhaired one turned to Hamato with an angry look in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Hamato was speechless. He didn't know what was going on. He came here to meet Master Roshi and now he was faced with two men who looked ready for a fight. Everything had gone wrong!! "SNAP OUT OF IT!" he told himself. He quickly shook his head, and stood up straight facing the two men. "I'm here to see Master Roshi."

"What?!?" asked the bald one.

Hamato repeated himself more forcefully. "I want to see Master Roshi."

"And why do you want to see him?" asked the tall one.

Hamato was beginning to be annoyed with the questions. "It's none of your concern. I want to see him."

"I think you need to rethink that," said the tall one. "WHY are you here? Now you better give us an answer, or we're going to have a problem." He took a fighting stance.

"Yamcha," said the blue haired woman, "its ok, I know him."

"Did he come here with you?" asked the bald one.

"Well, no he didn't, but..."

"Then he doesn't belong here." Yamcha took a step closer to him."

"Yamcha, calm down! He's just a kid. He didn't do anything wrong."

"Bulma! He broke into the house. I don't think that's doing nothing."

Bulma stayed quiet and just looked at Hamato.

"Bulma" The name rang in Hamato's mind. Now he knew where he knew the woman. She was Bulma Briefs. He had known her for years. She was a friend of his mother when they were kids. She babysat him as a child. He cracked a smile and took a step forward.

Yamcha stood in front of him. "Back off."

Hamato took a step back. This "Yamcha" was annoying him. "Back off! I came here to see Master Roshi. Now let me see him or..."

"Or what?" Yamcha took another step forward.

"Or..." Hamato took a step back. He was backing down. He knew he shouldn't. He knew he needed to fight back. He stepped forward and started Yamcha straight in the eye. "Or I'll

force you out of my way."

"Hamato!" Bulma cried out. She was surprised by his brashness. She didn't remember him being so forceful. He wasn't like this as a child.

"Oh is that right?" Yamcha began to laugh. "You're going to force your way through me?" He began to laugh louder.

"Um..Yamcha, I don't think he was kidding." The bald one pointed to Hamato, who was taking a fighting stance.

Yamcha looked at Hamato with an over confident look. "Krillin, I don't think we have to worry about it. If he wants to fight, I'll be more then happy to." A smirk came to his face.

Hamato looked at Yamcha. "I will fight you, but if I win, you WILL let me see Master Roshi."

"And if you lose?"

"I will leave without anymore trouble."

"Well," Yamcha relaxed his stance and turned towards the door, "lets get started."

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