A/N: Ahh... Hope everyone had a good xmas and new year ^_^
Chapter 6
Kami helped her carry Chi-Chi to the spare bedroom, leaving Yamcha alone in the living room of Capsule Corp. HQ. He looked through the window into the garden where he had walked but a few days ago, proclaiming he'd be the one that would win the Tournament. He had even thought of what he was going to buy with the prize money, he wanted to buy the desert area where Puar and him had had their base of operations, back in the days when he was a notorious bandit, up until he had met Goku, that is.
Yamcha let himself drift upon his travels with Goku: thwarting Emperor Pilaf's plans to rule the world, meeting the legendary Muten Roshi, competing in several Tenkaichi Budokais, even witnessing the destruction of the Red Ribbon Army. He looked up in the sky, thinking 'Farewell Goku, wherever you are'
With his eyes closed, he automatically used an old Ki exercise to sense other people's Ki signature, the very first thing he learned after becoming a bandit. He then felt something familiar towards the northwestern section of the city. With a frown, he homed in on it, attempting to find out who it was. "Not him, not her, no DEFINATELY not that one," he murmured, ticking off people from the list in his mind. "Not them, not her, not... Wait a second, it's CHIAOTZU!!"
Meanwhile, Kami and Bulma had lain Chi-Chi on one of the guest beds and were heading back down the stairs, only to hear Yamcha shout: "Chiaotzu!" Surprised, they went into the living room to see what had happened, only to see Yamcha looking out of the window with a smile on his face.
"Care to let us in on it," Bulma said loudly, to get his attention, "or did you just go crazy."
"It's Chiaotzu," Yamcha replied excitedly, "he was taken to the hospital during the preliminaries, right? Well I could sense him just a bit northwest from here."
"Hey, that's where West City Hospital is," Bulma noted, enthusiasm creeping into her voice, "we should go see how he's doing."
"I could heal him so he could join us immediately," Kami interrupted, "but I need to be in my original body to do that, and since I can't leave without creating mass panic..."
"Don't worry, I have something for you in the basement." Bulma told the aged Guardian, "It's where all the prototypes of the discarded ideas are stored, just in case somebody changes their mind about them. I'll be right back"
Kami and Yamcha looked at each other having noticed the fire returning into Bulma's eyes as she spoke of her inventions. Yamcha knew inventing was what she would lose herself into, forgetting everything around her, unfortunately including her dates with him.
Moments later, Bulma returned with something that looked like a wristwatch. She handed it over to Kami and told him to put it on and press the blue button. When he did, a wire frame enveloped the ancient Guardian and his disguise was forming around him. When the transformation was done, Kami found he wore a black spandex suit, covered with a green vest and a red cape slung over his back. An orange motorcycle helmet and white boots and gloves completed the whole. From what could be seen of his face, it seemed to have the same evergreen hue it had before.
"Cool huh," Bulma said, holding a mirror up at him "The blue button makes it appear, the red button changes you back into what you were wearing before."
"Are you sure you want me to go out looking like this?" Kami asked, looking at himself in a mirror, "I'm supposed to NOT attract attention out there, remember? I look like some superhero!"
"Hey, it's the best I can come up with," Bulma replied "If you don't like it, let's see if you can do better."
Yamcha could see where this was going, Bulma had acquired quite the reputation of being a great inventor, but she was also known (although no one ever said it to her face) for her tempers. He quickly tried to intervene, saying:
"Heh, don't be silly, Bulma, of course Kami likes it. He was just joking," He shot Kami a warning glare "weren't you, Kami?"
Sensing the current mood, Kami decided to follow up. Arguments among themselves were not what they needed right now. He pressed the red button on his watch, changing his clothes back to his normal attire, and he suggested that they should get some rest and freshen up. They had a feeling they were going to need it...
Chiaotzu woke up from a restless sleep. It had bothered him a lot that he couldn't seem to pick up the Ki signatures of Tien, Launch, Goku and Krillin.
'What happened at that Tournament while I was out?' Chiaotzu kept asking himself.
Suddenly he bolted upright. He had felt someone searching for his Ki signature. He didn't know who it was, as only Tien seemed to have mastered that technique, but he had learned enough from him to be able to pick up when someone was looking for his Ki. As he tried to focus on the Ki pattern though, he DID notice it's source was within a few miles from where he was. As the pattern stopped, Chiaotzu tried to get out of his hospital bed, still focusing on where it came from. A sharp pain in his bandaged body made him lose concentration, however, and he lost the trace.
"Ah well," Chiaotzu told himself, "I won't be going anywhere like this. I might as well try to get some sleep."
A weight had fallen off of the small warrior's chest, now that he knew there was at least one Ki user nearby that knew him, and by the feel of it, he was one of the good guys. With this thought, he fell asleep, dreaming of the mountains that he was proud to call home.
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The next day, Kami was staring at the sky from one of the windows. He was keeping an eye on Piccolo, in hopes of finding a weakness that could be turned to their advantage, but he gave up on that after spending the entire night watching Piccolo walk around HIS sanctuary like he owned the place. A scowl slid across his face, knowing he had had to run from his evil self in order to escape with his life. Him, the Guardian of the Earth for nearly three centuries, had been chased out of his own position, as if he were nothing but a mere nuisance. He couldn't recall ever feeling so helpless in his life, and he hated it. His scowl deepened as he continued his observation of his tormentor.
When Bulma woke up, she walked up to one of the closets and opened its doors. She then selected a grey bathrobe and proceeded towards the bathroom for a quick morning shower. On her way there, she pressed her ear against the door of the room where Chi-Chi slept, and was relieved that, after crying for most of the night, she had finally fallen asleep. After taking a hot shower, she dried herself off, her mind rerunning the events of the past few days. She realised that they would be needing all the help they could get, and more. Sighing, she put her bathrobe back on and walked back to her bedroom to get dressed.
Yamcha woke up well rested, which was to be expected from someone who had taught himself to sleep in the harshest of climates. Having turned down the thoughts troubling his mind to a mere buzz, he stepped onto the balcony and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. He leaned over the rail and noticed someone standing behind the window in the room below his. When he noticed Kami, or to be more precise the look on Kami's face, he shuddered, and started to go back inside in order to try to get some breakfast.
Kami's telepathic message reached Yamcha and Bulma at the same time.
'Get in the living room, we have planning to do.'
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A/N: Well, things have been calming down at work, thankfully... And i finally managed to get a longer chapter in :D Things are finally getting underway a bit with the fic as well, so the long-awaited action's gonna kick in :P
Don't forget to review... ;)
Chapter 6
Kami helped her carry Chi-Chi to the spare bedroom, leaving Yamcha alone in the living room of Capsule Corp. HQ. He looked through the window into the garden where he had walked but a few days ago, proclaiming he'd be the one that would win the Tournament. He had even thought of what he was going to buy with the prize money, he wanted to buy the desert area where Puar and him had had their base of operations, back in the days when he was a notorious bandit, up until he had met Goku, that is.
Yamcha let himself drift upon his travels with Goku: thwarting Emperor Pilaf's plans to rule the world, meeting the legendary Muten Roshi, competing in several Tenkaichi Budokais, even witnessing the destruction of the Red Ribbon Army. He looked up in the sky, thinking 'Farewell Goku, wherever you are'
With his eyes closed, he automatically used an old Ki exercise to sense other people's Ki signature, the very first thing he learned after becoming a bandit. He then felt something familiar towards the northwestern section of the city. With a frown, he homed in on it, attempting to find out who it was. "Not him, not her, no DEFINATELY not that one," he murmured, ticking off people from the list in his mind. "Not them, not her, not... Wait a second, it's CHIAOTZU!!"
Meanwhile, Kami and Bulma had lain Chi-Chi on one of the guest beds and were heading back down the stairs, only to hear Yamcha shout: "Chiaotzu!" Surprised, they went into the living room to see what had happened, only to see Yamcha looking out of the window with a smile on his face.
"Care to let us in on it," Bulma said loudly, to get his attention, "or did you just go crazy."
"It's Chiaotzu," Yamcha replied excitedly, "he was taken to the hospital during the preliminaries, right? Well I could sense him just a bit northwest from here."
"Hey, that's where West City Hospital is," Bulma noted, enthusiasm creeping into her voice, "we should go see how he's doing."
"I could heal him so he could join us immediately," Kami interrupted, "but I need to be in my original body to do that, and since I can't leave without creating mass panic..."
"Don't worry, I have something for you in the basement." Bulma told the aged Guardian, "It's where all the prototypes of the discarded ideas are stored, just in case somebody changes their mind about them. I'll be right back"
Kami and Yamcha looked at each other having noticed the fire returning into Bulma's eyes as she spoke of her inventions. Yamcha knew inventing was what she would lose herself into, forgetting everything around her, unfortunately including her dates with him.
Moments later, Bulma returned with something that looked like a wristwatch. She handed it over to Kami and told him to put it on and press the blue button. When he did, a wire frame enveloped the ancient Guardian and his disguise was forming around him. When the transformation was done, Kami found he wore a black spandex suit, covered with a green vest and a red cape slung over his back. An orange motorcycle helmet and white boots and gloves completed the whole. From what could be seen of his face, it seemed to have the same evergreen hue it had before.
"Cool huh," Bulma said, holding a mirror up at him "The blue button makes it appear, the red button changes you back into what you were wearing before."
"Are you sure you want me to go out looking like this?" Kami asked, looking at himself in a mirror, "I'm supposed to NOT attract attention out there, remember? I look like some superhero!"
"Hey, it's the best I can come up with," Bulma replied "If you don't like it, let's see if you can do better."
Yamcha could see where this was going, Bulma had acquired quite the reputation of being a great inventor, but she was also known (although no one ever said it to her face) for her tempers. He quickly tried to intervene, saying:
"Heh, don't be silly, Bulma, of course Kami likes it. He was just joking," He shot Kami a warning glare "weren't you, Kami?"
Sensing the current mood, Kami decided to follow up. Arguments among themselves were not what they needed right now. He pressed the red button on his watch, changing his clothes back to his normal attire, and he suggested that they should get some rest and freshen up. They had a feeling they were going to need it...
Chiaotzu woke up from a restless sleep. It had bothered him a lot that he couldn't seem to pick up the Ki signatures of Tien, Launch, Goku and Krillin.
'What happened at that Tournament while I was out?' Chiaotzu kept asking himself.
Suddenly he bolted upright. He had felt someone searching for his Ki signature. He didn't know who it was, as only Tien seemed to have mastered that technique, but he had learned enough from him to be able to pick up when someone was looking for his Ki. As he tried to focus on the Ki pattern though, he DID notice it's source was within a few miles from where he was. As the pattern stopped, Chiaotzu tried to get out of his hospital bed, still focusing on where it came from. A sharp pain in his bandaged body made him lose concentration, however, and he lost the trace.
"Ah well," Chiaotzu told himself, "I won't be going anywhere like this. I might as well try to get some sleep."
A weight had fallen off of the small warrior's chest, now that he knew there was at least one Ki user nearby that knew him, and by the feel of it, he was one of the good guys. With this thought, he fell asleep, dreaming of the mountains that he was proud to call home.
---===***===---
The next day, Kami was staring at the sky from one of the windows. He was keeping an eye on Piccolo, in hopes of finding a weakness that could be turned to their advantage, but he gave up on that after spending the entire night watching Piccolo walk around HIS sanctuary like he owned the place. A scowl slid across his face, knowing he had had to run from his evil self in order to escape with his life. Him, the Guardian of the Earth for nearly three centuries, had been chased out of his own position, as if he were nothing but a mere nuisance. He couldn't recall ever feeling so helpless in his life, and he hated it. His scowl deepened as he continued his observation of his tormentor.
When Bulma woke up, she walked up to one of the closets and opened its doors. She then selected a grey bathrobe and proceeded towards the bathroom for a quick morning shower. On her way there, she pressed her ear against the door of the room where Chi-Chi slept, and was relieved that, after crying for most of the night, she had finally fallen asleep. After taking a hot shower, she dried herself off, her mind rerunning the events of the past few days. She realised that they would be needing all the help they could get, and more. Sighing, she put her bathrobe back on and walked back to her bedroom to get dressed.
Yamcha woke up well rested, which was to be expected from someone who had taught himself to sleep in the harshest of climates. Having turned down the thoughts troubling his mind to a mere buzz, he stepped onto the balcony and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. He leaned over the rail and noticed someone standing behind the window in the room below his. When he noticed Kami, or to be more precise the look on Kami's face, he shuddered, and started to go back inside in order to try to get some breakfast.
Kami's telepathic message reached Yamcha and Bulma at the same time.
'Get in the living room, we have planning to do.'
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A/N: Well, things have been calming down at work, thankfully... And i finally managed to get a longer chapter in :D Things are finally getting underway a bit with the fic as well, so the long-awaited action's gonna kick in :P
Don't forget to review... ;)