Yo! Son Goku and friends! Bibidi Babidi Buu Saga (Chapter 5)
Yamcha
Yamcha walked into The Pendulum Room with swagger, pointing at the ticking clock with fervor in both his eyes and clenched fist.
"Wherever you take me, it'd better be a doozy like last time!"
The warping colours shifted and sparkled lowly as he stood underneath the seal and closed his eyes.
ZzzuzzuzuzzzzTT! ZzzttztattTAATT!
Greens and blues arced to life and shot him through, leaving not even a trace.
Flapflaplaplapp!
Birds fluttered away in somewhere that looked distinctly familiar.
"Don't tell me~"
Yamcha brushed off the sand on his pants and stood slack-jawed, trying to blink away the disbelief despite the fact that it never got him closer to such a conclusion.
"Last time I was on a strange world with two badasses fighting and you're telling me I'm on Earth!? Diablo no less..? Hehh~" Yamcha let out as he put his hands on his hips. "I can't believe…"
A man standing far away. Orange pants. Blue boots. Long shaggy hair, splint ends this time. No scars. Green robe. Long scimitar.
"You've got to be joking…"
"I knew I shouldn't have taken this exit~" A wimpy old man declared as he hovered around on a mix between a scooter, a motorbike, and a sled hovering on the air. It was a muddy green and the thinly muscled rapscallion loomed over the vehicle, his left boot on the front, sword on his back.
"I don't care what exit you took, old man. You-ho-re ride is pretty sick." Yamcha said with a laugh. "And I'm not leaving without it."
"Why!? You're heartless!"
"Stay out of the kitchen if you can't handle the heat, old man." He replied with a sickening grin.
"I have my own life you know! I don't need to-"
Before the man could finish speaking, the bandit brandished his blade and severed the man in two, blood spilling all over the green hovercraft.
"Mannn~ I'm gonna hafta' clean all that up later. Maybe I can get Puar to do it…"
The Yamchas locked eyes.
"You want a piece of me!?"
The reality darkened into nothingness as Yamcha returned to the stoic clicks of the clock and slowly shifting colour pallet of the walls. He sat with his chin in his cupped hands and knees hiked up.
Clicc. Clocc. Tik. Clocc. Tik. Tok.
Goku
"King Kai?"
"What is it?" The North Kai questioned as he took a drain from his tea mug on the lawn.
"I was wondering something for a while… Why can't I sense people who don't have Ki?"
"..?"
"Like. Chi-Chi and Goten are pretty strong but they just don't… uhh… Have it." He said while shrugging. "I can sense Gohan for some reason despite not training him in it. But I can't sense them."
"Well Goku, you and your friends have just been using Ki Sensing now."
"Mmhmm."
"What you're talking about is Scanning."
"Okay."
"Scanning is simply a higher form of Ki Sourcing and is quite a bit more difficult to perform because you don't have the push pull of their Ki to lock on to. I'm not surprised you ask this question because by learning The Spirit Bomb you've effectively learned another avenue of Ki Sensing, this time sensing for latent Ki in the environment. With a little refinement, you should be able to suss out all living things."
Goku put his hand to his chin and looked to the sky.
"Hmm~"
"Scanning is practically impossible to do on a wide scale simply because the scope is unreasonable. Ki is a much easier indicator to lock on to than a life force. I remember when you chased Cell around after The 26th. You wouldn't have been able to use Scanning to track him down whenever he used Instant Transmission, almost every jump he made was too far. Scanning is useful, but unless you have a lot of Ki, and are good at shaving off the edges of its cost… you're probably better off using Ki Sensing. No shame in learning new skills though."
"Great! I was also wondering, what exactly does The Spirit Bomb do?"
"Well… The Spirit Bomb is only for attacking beings that do not possess a pure heart."
"Right."
"And the degree to which someone is evil is directly proportional to the damage dealt. The Spirit Bomb is also versatile as it possesses cleansing properties and the ability to stun targets. There are two variants."
Goku popped a criss-cross applesauce position on the grass with a happy, childlike smile, taking in all the information like a plant does water.
"The Spirit Ball~ which is mostly for stunning opponents, the variant you used, and The Spirit Bomb. That variant is for cleansing souls. The Spirit Bomb is difficult to use since it's so big, the energy actually has a travel time. You're going to have a hard time setting it up."
"Who made The Spirit Bomb?"
"Grand Kai did. It's a variant of Hakai. I told you I didn't know many other techniques like it but that's only because I already told you about Hakai."
"Huh-Hah! Yeah! I remember. It was when we were training with Raditz. Hakai is the final stage of Kiai!"
The North Kai nodded as he sleeved his arms and looked out to the clouds. Goku tightened his belt straps and stood up with confidence.
"Thanks again for all the lessons, King Kai! You've really helped me out!" Goku said as he took another deep bow.
The Kai smirked and waved him off as Baba teleported in just in time.
"It's been a long time since I started participating in the tournament. And I really want to take it home this time, I hope I'll get the chance. Thank you for everything."
Va-Vzhah!
"Another tournament huh?" The Kai relayed as he looked up to the clouds. His antennae twitched as he gazed.
Mic came into view as he talked it up with Raditz, The North Kai spying on their private conversation.
"I go out of my way for you Earthlings and then it's all over?"
"I'm just not comfortable running a business that does nothing but stir up trouble. I'm sorry but for the sanctity of the competition I just can't see it going on any longer without another major mishap. I'm gonna have to pack it up for good this time. Maybe Cash was right, maybe I should have invested in a fake promotion but last event… it just…"
The Director put a comforting hand on the man's shoulders.
"Thanks."
"Borf!" The Director chimed in, ears flapping.
"You've put on a show for over a hundred years and you're just going to end it like that?"
"Most of them have been beautiful displays of what martial arts is all about but I'm just so worried about the fans. They think it's a joke. I wouldn't be taking this so seriously if the audience hadn't laughed at it. They honestly thought The Cell Games was a planned Storyline. I'm not gonna be responsible for this again. I don't want people's deaths on my hands. I can't even begin to describe just how unbelievably Lucky we got."
The Saiyan scoffed.
"I can't believe this. I used to sell planets for a living and now I think you're right about the safety. How far the mighty have fallen." He relayed with a smile.
"I don't think you understand how much this worries me, Raditz. I have a wife and kid at home. I'm in the hotseat. The whole event my wife was watching horrified as I stood next to Cell The Whole Time."
Raditz nodded and closed his eyes.
"I understand."
"I don't know if you knew about this but the reason The 23rd and The 24th were so spread apart wasn't just because of the money. It was because it finally hit me just how reckless we were being."
Mic breathed out in solidarity.
"Mic."
"..?"
"If I may."
"Wouldn't holler at you and The Director if I didn't want your input."
"Bork!"
"What about one last tournament? We let it go, this is it. No more Budokai after this one."
"Are you sure?"
"Kakarot has done nothing but treat me like a king. He doesn't say it but he's a true Saiyan, he loves fighting. He may disguise it as a love for martial arts but he's still a Saiyan. He's kinder than our whole species combined but deep down all he's ever wanted to do is be on that stage and throw hands with whoever's on the other side. He just wants to be there to give a thumbs up to the fans and smile as they acknowledge him, win or lose. I'll let you in on a little secret."
"..."
"Half the reason I joined the staff here wasn't because I needed money, wasn't because Bulma forced me, wasn't because I love the fights so much… It's because Kakarot saved me, and I want to make sure nothing gets in the way of my little brother so that he can win the tournament fair and square."
A tear formed in Mic's eye that was taken away by the indoor shades. He paced a bit around the room in thought.
"..."
Tp. Tup. Tmp. Dmp. Tp. Dap. Dmp.
"For Goku."
"For Kakarot."
"I'll give him one last chance. Goku's gotta win this tournament or else his chance goes out the window."
Raditz waved goodbye to his bosses and opened the door only to appear in front of Son Goku's house during the night. Goku groggily marched through the arch and the two conversed until:
"The last one!?" Goku shouted from the top of his lungs, waking everyone else from their slumbering states. "Aww man~" He pouted like a little kid, lip and all.
"The 26th was gonna be the final tournament but I convinced the higher ups to give it one last go. You've got one last shot at this, brother. Make it count."
"I will."
Goku put his hand on Raditz, The Saiyan responded in kind.
"Thank you for telling me."
"Thank you."
Goten & Trunks
"Hyahahahaha!" Goten busted a gut as Trunks popped out of the smoke bearing a smug grin.
Bom!
"You like that one? I call it…" He mimed out his hands in a grand gesture, as if to suggest a more painterly quality. "'Mom when I haven't cleaned my room'."
"Hey! That's better than when Oolong did it!" Puar laughed up a storm as the boys neared the car.
"Shut it, Puar."
Bonk!
"I don't need these kids knowing they're already better than me."
"Looks like you were telling the truth after all." Trunks commented with his father's same dastardly smile as he stepped into the vehicle. "I got pretty good after I started actually paying attention."
"Trunks is lying. He was paying attention the whole time."
"Goten~ I have a reputation to uphold. They can't just be knowin' I cap like that." He whispered under his breath.
"Oh!" He quieted down pretty quickly.
"We goin' straight back home this time?"
"I mean, where else would we go? Me and Goten don't have any money or anything. My mom buys me games and stuff but she never gives me anything to spend. She always says stuff like 'You need to learn the value of money because I never did' and blah blah blah."
Goten giggled out, forcing a similar reaction from Trunks.
"You got any more stories?"
Oolong looked at the road and furrowed his brow.
"Now that I think of it… not really."
"Dang. What a shame. You'd think you'd have a big story to tell if you could Shapeshift." Trunks commented.
"Well we do have one more."
Trunks and Goten both looked up at Puar through the rearview mirror.
"Goku is apparently an alien, Raditz too. Back in the day before either of you were born-"
Trunks giggled.
"Heh-Heh~ Old Heads."
Oolong rolled his eyes before continuing.
"We learned that aliens from the same race as Goku were going to come and try and find The Dragon Balls."
"Yeah! They musta' wanted em' cause they grant any wish!" Goten blurted out.
"Yup. I only ever got the gist second hand. They don't tell me or Puar nothin'."
"Mm-Mmm." Puar agreed with a disapproving shake of the head.
"So anyway, when the Saiyans came, me, your motha' and Puar went to the battlefield to act as medics."
"Ahh~ give em' the health potions."
"Something like that." Oolong smiled as they flew down the tube tunnels of West City. "Anyway~ when we got there, the battle was tense, the chips were down and we made a last ditch distraction play. Now me and Puar aren't nearly strong enough to fight anybody but we could make a feasible distraction. And when we did it-"
"Bam! Ha-Haa~" Puar shouted as he teardropped in a loop. "Lord Yamcha got him with The Wolf Fang Fist!"
"The Wolf Fang Fist?" Trunks asked with wide eyes.
"Yup! It's your father's best move!"
"Didn't seem to do him any good."
"He's just been underperforming! You'll see The Great Lord Yamcha return for this next tournament!"
"Oh the next one, huh? I don't really remember anything from the last one other than mom freaking out and dad losing." Trunks responded as he shifted his gaze to the tall building and other tunnels.
"Maybe there's hope for him yet but I doubt it. Yamcha's been losing that thing since he was 17. Geez." Oolong audibly let out. "That dude's gonna be almost 40 at The 27th."
"Sheesh. That's ancient." Trunks commented.
"I know. Sometimes I forget just how fast time passes by. It felt like only yesterday I was back at the school with Puar."
"It's probably because you never graduated~"
"Shut up!"
The rest of the three laughed, leaving The Pig to drive embarrassedly.
"I'll crash this whole vehicle, I don't care! Oolong The Terrible! I'll take out both Yamcha and Goku's kids in one go!"
"Oh shit!" Trunks goofed.
The kids giggled it up in the back as The Pig grinned and drove the rest of the tunnel.
Launch
The house was quiet as Tien and Blue snuggled up in the den, gazing into the fire lazily.
"Honey?"
Tien raised a brow, looking down at the beautiful lady before him.
"When are we gonna go visit Bulma and the others? It's been a long time."
"It has, huh?"
"I hear Goten and Trunks are starting school so I'd really like to give em' some presents for the occasion."
Tien smiled.
"That sounds nice."
"I'm proud of you."
"Proud of what?"
"You've taken my advice seriously." She cooed, snuggling up even closer in the warmth of the blaze.
"For the rest of the time we've got on this Earth, … it's just you and me." Tien replied as he stared into the inferno.
"Maybe a kid would have been nice, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
The pair embraced and fell into a slumbering state in each other's arms. Day came soon after, shining a piercing bright light on the pair, forcing Tien's three eyes open. He yawned before the tiny click of the gears in the clock above the mantle forced his attention.
"Hey~" He quietly stirred the blue haired woman awake.
Her hair was a frizzy mess and she looked like death but Tien just smiled.
"I'll throw on some coffee if you need it."
"..." She looked around like she was in another universe for a moment.
Tien threw on a new set of clothes. A green blazer, green pants, sleek black dress shoes, and a dark navy blue button up.
"I really like this one!"
"Well we're pretty much breaking the bank with three tournament wins. I thought I might as well finally buy some more modern stuff." Tien gave a double take in the mirror, scoffing at the mere idea of it. "I'd never wear this to a fight but…"
"Open the top."
"You think so?" He asked in the mirror as she fixed his outfit.
"You're not wearing a tie. If you were wearing a tie it'd look nice but-"
Tien looked at himself in the mirror.
"You know…" He relayed with a smile as Blue brushed his facial hair. "I kind of dig it. I look like a Yakuza or something."
"Oh dear~" She blushed. "Maybe it's not the best idea."
"Ha-Ha! Why not?"
"I wanted to take the kids to one of those wrestling shows in South City."
"Why? You know those things are fake, right?"
"Kids like action… right?"
Tien took a moment to think as well.
"I mean..? I guess so."
Blue laughed it up.
"How silly."
"Ha-Ha!"
The couple shared a kiss in the bathroom and headed out the door post-haste after dressing themselves. They passed over everything in a blur.
FYUUUUUUUUUU!
Tien landed on the Capsule Corp. lawn. Mr. and Mrs. Brief waved to the couple as they descended.
"Hoi darlin'!"
"Wassup!? Long time no see, hah!?"
"Sua'."
Launch laughed it up as Tien flew up to the balcony of the loft.
"Hey! You juss finna leave me down hea'!?"
Tien smirked.
"Just seeing if they're in, Sweetheart."
"Whattawe doin' hea', anyway!?"
"We're trying to see if Goten and Trunks want to go see that wrestling program down in South City!"
Launch got a bit hype at the prospect, putting her hands in her pockets as she nodded her head.
"Okay. Sheesh! That could go crazy."
"Yup."
Tp.
Tien flew back down and picked up the woman, placing her on the balcony steps with ease. He attempted to open the sliding glass door to the loft but:
Thnn.
"Thass just great! Ayy!"
BannBann!
"Youse got visitors!"
Trunks took a while to get up from his videogaming state and waddle over to the door. He unlocked it and with some effort, jumped up and pulled on the sliding glass.
"What do you want?" He asked with an attitude, squinting his little kid eyes as narrow as could be.
"Hey Trunks. We're here to ask your mother something."
"..."
The couple and Trunks stared at each other for a long time.
"Who are you?"
"..."
That hurt Tien more than he cared to admit. He didn't let on but this was an A-ha moment. He had spent too much of his life on martial arts and this was living proof.
"My name's…" His voice faltering, broken up by a sigh. "Tien."
"You sayin' you don't know me little man!? Name's Launch! Been going on adventures with your momma since before you were born!"
"Old Heads…" Trunks commented as he turned tail and went back to his video games.
"What did you just call me, hah!?"
Tien grabbed her before she did some dumb shit and Bulma finally entered the loft from her bedroom on the same side as the TV.
"... h-Hey~ Long time no see."
"Thinkin' you all might have forgotten about me! Thought I'd stop by!"
"It's great seeing you." Bulma replied as she put a clipboard on her side. "Tien?"
"Hey."
"..."
The two stared at each other for a long time.
"Wow."
"What?"
"The last time I saw you in here was when you and Krillin busted in."
"Really?"
"Yeah… I think so. You've been in the room." She pointed to The Oozaru Chamber. "But you haven't been back in here in a long time."
"Heh. Sorry about that, Bulma."
Bulma just shrugged.
"Hey, not your problem. You're a busy man, you got tournaments to win."
"Yeah but I feel like I let that get in the way. You guys are part of the reason why I'm not that guy anymore."
"What guy?" Bulma laughed.
"Are you serious?"
Bulma just looked back at The Three Eyed man as she pulled a drink from the fridge and laid the board on the countertop.
"I broke your husband's leg at The 22nd."
"Hey. We let bygones be bygones around here. Yamcha literally tried to mug us the first time Goku and I met him."
Tien blinked.
"Rea-heally?"
She nodded, taking a sip.
"Maybe we're all insane." Tien commented as he scratched at his temple.
"It's good to see you guys but I got to get back to work, can't miss out, trying to design a new app."
"Ayy!"
"..?"
"Befoa' you go, we's got somethin' to ask ya."
"What is it?"
"We was wonderin' if we could take Trunks and Goten out for a little date or somethin' to celebrate them goin' to school."
"Yes! That sounds wonderful! Yamcha hasn't been home for a while because of his training and I don't get to spend as much time with My Little Trunks as I would like."
"Mooom."
Bulma smirked like a bastard.
"Yamcha? Training? That's news to me~" Tien laughed out.
"I know. But he's taking this next tournament very seriously. You'd better be ready because he's gonna bring the heat this time."
Tien smiled.
"We'll see about that."
Bulma wagged her finger and exited the loft down the stairs, making sure to grab her clipboard on the way. Trunks looked over with a vested interest.
"What are we doin'? You guys kidnapping me just like that? I don't even know you."
"Oh he thinks he's a wise guy, hah!?"
Tien just laughed it up.
"Wrong woman to give an attitude, lil' Wolf."
Trunks left the loft to go change clothes, leaving the couple to sit on the couch in wonder.
"Was it I.W.L..?" Tien pondered aloud as Trunks came back in.
"I.W.L!?"
"Yeah."
"Sweet! Yhess!" He shouted with a jump. "Donimo got creamed by Mighty Mask in the last Pay-Per-View! You have the money for tickets?" He questioned. "Don't those things cost like a million bucks?"
"Kid, I won The Budokai. I'm not hurting for money Any time soon."
"Heh-heh-heh~ Nice."
Tien blinked a few times.
"What? Youse forgot somethin',
"Uhh~ I guess I have to take Trunks and Goten with us in the air."
"You're gonna fly us!?" Trunks shouted. "Awh man! Dad never flies me when I ask! Heheheh~" The little kid wrung his hands like a gremlin. "This is gonna be awesome!"
Tien rubbed his bald head and let out a few laughs as he slid open the sliding glass door and boomed out into the unknown with his two passengers.
DOOM!
"Yeah!" Trunks yelled. The little boy shouted to all below. "I'm outtie 5,000!"
The trio sailed below the clouds, dodging mountaintops and tree branches as they flew into Mount Paozu. Tien touched base and landed right in front of the home of Son Goku, the green grass shifting ever so slightly under The Three Eyed Man's controlled landing.
"Hey Tien!" Gohan shouted with exuberance as he gathered firewood outside the house.
"Hey!"
"Sup, Gohan?"
"You get into any trouble?" Gohan asked with a smile.
"Not yet." Trunks replied, making a villainous gesture with the cupping of his hands.
The pair laughed it off and walked towards the door as Tien lessened his pace, staring at the back of Gohan's frame.
"Whas wrong?" Launch asked, quick as could be.
"I don't know… I just… it all hit me."
"Hah?"
"I dropped off Gohan right here." Tien remarked as he pointed to the dirt road leading home. "And he was about Trunks' size. Where does all the time go? He's almost a man now, just look at him."
"... Youa' thinkin' too hard."
Tien scoffed, a smile drawing across his lips.
"May be." He commented, grabbing onto Launch and pulling her in as the couple strolled the line behind the kids.
Gohan bumped the front door open with his butt and piled the firewood near the door before dusting off his hands with a few claps.
"Mom! Trunks and Mister Tien are visiting! … Launch too!"
"Tien And Trunks!?"
"Yeah!"
"What an odd pair of visitors. Hello Launch, Tien. Trunks." She looked down at the boy with some concern.
"Nice to see you again ma'am." He bowed politely, drawing a smile from the woman.
"Ayy."
Chi-Chi furrowed her brow down at the yellow haired Launch, seemingly a bit more apprehensive about her, staying her distance.
"It's nice to have company."
"This is a beautiful house… Chi-Chi." Tien commented.
"Yeah, shame you never visit."
"... Apologies."
"Ayy, so we was wonderin' where Goten was at."
"You Were wondering where my son was?"
"Yea'. We wanted to go take him to that stadium the uhh~"
"The I.W.L!" Trunks shouted with exuberance.
"What's that?" Chi-Chi questioned.
"It's professional wrestling."
Chi-Chi didn't like that.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'm not sure I want my son watching that stuff."
Tien kept his distance.
"Mom?"
"What is it, Gohan?"
"Why not? If Trunks wants to go see the show with his friend it's gonna make him feel left out if Goten can't go."
"Well… I don't want him learning any bad habits. Half the stuff they show on TV is too violent."
"Is Goten doing well in Shapeshifting school?"
"Yeah!" Trunks interjected sharply. "Totally. It'd be good practice to imitate their costumes and stuff they wear!"
"Why not think of it as a reward?"
"That's exactly what Launch here suggested it as." Tien put forth.
"I did?"
That cramped the mood, Chi-Chi raising a brow at the statement.
"I mean, yea', I did." Launch threw out immediately, crossing her arms like her man.
"Trunks! Hyahahahaha! Whoa~ who are these guys? And why's he got three eyes?"
"That's what I'm saying."
"I won the damn tournament…" Tien thought to himself. "And they couldn't even bother to remember me? I saw them in the crowd too~"
Gohan was a bit taken aback.
"Yeah… I guess Mister Tien doesn't visit very often." Gohan speculated, keeping it to himself as he was just about to leave the kitchen. "..! Oh!"
Tien raised a brow.
"What is it, Gohan?"
"Tien. The next Budokai is gonna be the last one they put on."
"... What!?"
"I don't know if it's the last one permanently or if it's just the last one they have planned until they renew contracts or whatever. Just thought I'd give you the heads up."
Chi-Chi put her hands on her hips sassily as The Three Eyed Man stood stunned.
"Well… alright. But you keep those boys safe, you hear me?"
"~Loud and clear." Tien stated as he somewhat stumbled over his words.
"Tien'd neva'." She almost shouted as Chi-Chi filed out of the kitchen. Goten and Trunks got hype as could be.
"Yeah, this one's nothing special… except Donimo and Mighty Mask are fighting again."
"No wayy!" Goten shouted as he jumped up and down.
"Yeah way." He smirked.
The quartet stepped outside and Goten yelled.
"Nimbus!"
Vyuuuuuuuuu~Vwerrt!
"That's that thing Goku used to ride on, right?"
"It's our best friend!" Goten shouted as he hopped on the orange cotton ball.
"Let me see~"
Fwomp.
The boys giggled their heads off as Launch plummeted straight through, both children riding it safely.
"Why it do that!? You think you betta' than me or somethin'!?" Launch shouted as she mangled the 'flesh' of Nimbus. "I oughta~ oughta~ Ahhh-CHYUI!"
Vnnn~
"Hmm? Hi! We're going to I.W.L, right?"
Everyone agreed.
"Uhh, sorry, but my memory has been all over the place lately~ who's who?" Blue laughed sheepishly as she fixed her hair.
Goten and Trunks gave a look of genuine confusion before smiling devilishly.
"Goten." Trunks said like a bastard.
"My name's Trunks." Goten proclaimed immediately after, pointing his thumb at his chest.
"Nice to finally meet you boys, happy for you that you're in Shapeshifting school."
"Uhh, thanks."
Tien shot the boys a look, they understood but he didn't blow their cover either. Blue tried again and to the kids' surprise she sat on The Nimbus with no problems. Tien attempted to but:
"Huh? Why can't I ride this thing?"
"Uhh~ I don't know. Mom can't ride it either." Goten replied as he shrugged his shoulders.
Tien rose into the air, prompting the same response from The Nimbus only with some downtime.
"Is that as fast as that thing can go?"
"No, dad can make it go faster."
Tien furrowed a brow and lead the group across the land. The quartet finally arrived at the venue, packed to the brim with assumed spectators of all sorts, filing in with the rest and acquiring their tickets at the counter.
"Man that took forever." Trunks stretched it out in front of the ticket booth. "Maybe you should just take us back instead of us using Nimbus." The little boy replied as the four of them stepped into the building alongside the many showgoers.
Vzh!
A man seemed to warp in from the shadows, wearing a pinstripe suit and tie. He took his right hand away from the Instant Transmission position. He had light green skin and orb-like earrings, one on each pointed ear, a brilliant sunshine orange glint off his jewelry.
"Tsk. Missed the mark by a little bit."
He had calm but also wicked slicked back white locks that coalesced into a smooth mohawk and piercing grey eyes. He passed by the ticket counter much to the woman's dismay.
"Hey you can-"
Before she could finish her sentence it looked like she forgot what happened. The man put on some glasses and swam along the crowd, doing his best to part them with his hands and for the most part he had a comfortable time doing so, he was corralling them effectively out of his way as he headed for the employee areas.
"Sir this is for-"
Klm.
Inside the inner workings he locked eyes with the man himself, X.S. Cash, his booming voice capable of projecting outside the door but blocked by the sheer volume of the crowd just beyond its frame.
Fwm.
All eyes on him.
"Who the hell are you!? I can-"
All eyes off him. Return to normal.
"-Last set was awful! We're letting way too many botches through! You guys are supposed to be the best! You got cold feet or something!? Say something, anything!"
The workers didn't have much to say in response, just taking it on the chin as the sleek man in the business suit stood in the back. He shook his head and pondered to himself.
"I don't understand… is this what we stand back for? Truly? It bogs the mind."
"Go out there and do your job, ya bums!"
"Yessir!" They all shouted back in unison before filing out the door.
"Why? North doesn't even seem to respect the code of conduct at all. Or is that just a bendable rule that's just a lie?"
The man sighed out loud and shook his head, closing the door.
"What was that?" Cash questioned with a spooked disposition, having seen the door open and close on its own.
"Much to think about." The green figure claimed as he parted the sea again and exited onto the streets.
Va-Vsh!
Jimmy Firecracker & Jane Dudley
Va-Vzh!
"And so I say to the guyuhh~ Who the hell is-"
The man dusted off his pinstripe suit and jingled his orange earring a single time before leaning back against the wall. The bustling news station all seemed to forget the eccentrically dressed elf-looking man existed and they returned to their schedule.
"Can you believe this shit? Capsule Corp. is trying to make a streaming app. Why do they have to take over the market on everything? Seems absolutely ridiculous to me. Where's the fun in stamping out the little guys, I just don't get it."
The blonde lady on the other end of the table took a long drink from a tall glass before setting it down and puffing up her hair in a hand mirror.
Clicc.
"Beats me, Jim. There's too much other shit to be worried about to give a damn about what Capsule Corp. is doing. I can't believe this is our opener, Space Wars always sucked ass." She stated, making sure to hype herself up as the crew got into position.
"Annnd~ Go! We're live."
"Good afternoon everyone, we're back with more exciting news for you movie buffs out there." The woman claimed with a smile as the elf man in the back just shook his head.
"Yes, if you've been invested in the Space Wars series you'll probably be jumping out of your seats to know that production just started for Space Wars 5!"
"Though maybe you're on the opposite end of the band wagon." The woman relayed as she fluffed with some papers on the front desk. "The lead actor in all four Space Wars films, Pamput, is no longer with us to reprise his role."
"Bless his soul."
"These mortals don't seem to understand that death isn't the end, erasure is. No point in faking something in front of a camera. These type disgust me. Tsk."
The man assumed the position and:
Va-Vashuh!
Cell
"Who the hell is this!? Bruce Lee with bedhead!?" An inmate yelled as Goku teleported into the facility with Instant Transmission.
"Yo what the hell!? My man's gotta vanishing act! How he get in here!? Houdini an' shit."
"I didn't expect to see you in here." Cell remarked with a smile, playing cards in his hand.
"Sorry." Goku saluted. "Krillin couldn't make it so he asked me to bring you stuff to eat until he's got that job figured out in South City."
"I see." Cell replied as he laid down the deck and grabbed the nicely laid utensils. "This smells divine."
"My wife made it. She's awesome."
"You think you're something special, hot shot!?" The Rabbit yelled from aloft, hands caged in a special material.
"Hey! What's up, Carrot!?"
"I don't even want to look at you. Patui~"
Goku weaved the spit with a careful disposition and The Rabbit Mob went on their way.
"You're not supposed to be here, sir." A guard made sure to come up and warn Goku.
"It's okay. I'm here on police business! My friend Krillin asked me to bring Cell food!"
"Sir you can't do that. We have inspections to uphold. That is Krillin's business that he set up very rigorously. We're going to have to inspect your meal."
"Man you can't do anything without someone's permission can you?" Goku asked as he crossed his arms with a somewhat huffy demeanor.
"Sir, this is a correctional facility. We do this to uphold criminal integrity and the justice system."
Goku just blinked a few times before challenging.
"He could break out of here anytime he wants, you know that right?"
"..."
He knew. Everyone knew.
"Why not just let him eat some of my wife's food and then I'll get out of everyone's hair? I can get you some if you want."
"..."
"..."
"Besides, you said it yourself. This is a correctional facility. How are we supposed to correct any behaviour if the people in jail don't have any tasty meals to eat?"
Cell got caught chewing, long noodles hanging halfway out his mouth as Goku and the security guard locked eyes.