Yo! Son Goku and friends! Bibidi Babidi Buu Saga (Chapter 6)
Yamcha
Yamcha and Popo walked the length of the circular abode miming slow strikes back and forth. The Wolf's eyes were sharp and he yelled:
"Go!"
Popo went wild and Yamcha tried to block all of the strikes the man threw, and he did so with ease, looking through everything.
WhappappappWhuWhapp!
Popo smiled and took away his pressure, turning away in one fell swoop.
"Popo..?"
"I'm done. There's no point in me helping anymore."
"What?"
"You've simply grown too powerful, I wouldn't make good practice for you."
"Damn."
"Your work ethic has increased dramatically. I don't know what it is but you seem more focused."
Yamcha looked out into the cerulean skyscape draped in the mystique of white, faded apparitions and let his jaw hang loose. Kami's wizard shoes stealthed along the tile on his way to congratulate the man.
"The last thing left up here for you is The Pendulum Room should you wish to use it, young Yamcha. I am impressed. The only thing you have left in your major flaws is the wasting of energy."
He nodded.
"That is the sole reason you keep getting hit. Your eyes are amazing and your instincts are razor sharp, it is your body."
"..."
"Your body is too exhausted to keep up with your instincts. I really want you to work on making sure you refine your movements."
Yamcha bowed deeply to The Guardian of Earth and Mr. Popo.
"Thanks a million, guys. I'm never gonna forget this."
"Heh-Heh-Heh."
Kami's laugh drew one out of Yamcha as well.
"Now get the fuck out of here."
"..."
"Heh-Heh-Heh."
"Haugh-Haugh-Haugh!"
"I'm kidding."
Yamcha busted a gut laughing and The Guardian of Earth put his old veiny hand on Yamcha's shoulder.
"Before you go."
"..?"
"I have an idea for a gi."
"Oh wow. A personalised gi just for me?"
"Well I finally got to spend that precious time with you that I missed out on during the training for the Saiyans."
Yamcha unshaven stubble pulled together in a hollywood smirk and Kami charged up yellow sparks in his fingertips.
Zzzah~Zzzutt!
The old tattered turtle hermit gi transformed into a white kung fu style offering. The top collar had orange lining as did the folds of the sleeves and the belt was a sharp black. The top half hung below the belt in two long strands almost touching his ankles and black kung fu shoes. On the back was the wolf kanji in that unmistakable red.
"This seems more like you. You haven't trained in the turtle style in so long anyway."
Yamcha put his hands together and offered another gracious bow, almost folding over as he did it.
"Thank you for everything, Kami."
Yamcha waved the pair off and dove backwards into the clouds. He soared through the aether and weaved into the top of Korin's Tower. The cat raised a brow as The Wolf combat rolled inside.
"Hey there, kid. What are you doin' back here?"
"I need to fight that thing in the jar."
"... What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"The Ultra Divine Water."
"Kid, you already drank it. It's not gonn-"
"I don't need to drink it." He interjected as he stood up tall.
"..? Then what do you need in there for?"
"Whew~" He let out a cathartic exhale and stared deeply into the white cat's eyes. "Just let me fight it… please."
"I don't know what good that's gonna do ya. But… you look pretty serious." Korin responded as he went down the steps to fetch it. Yamcha followed right behind, putting his hand on the railing before they reached the bottom floor.
Wind was steadily pouring in from below, breezing up against the pair as they scoured through the contents.
"Here we go."
Popp!
"That's all you, kid."
Yamcha was about to go in headfirst before the cat's paw grabbed at his gi pants.
"Hey!"
"..?"
"Be careful in there."
"..."
"I was kiddin' before. I know exactly why you need it. Just don't do anything rash."
"..."
"..."
"Thanks."
Bwoip!
Yamcha VS Darkness
Objective: Run it the fuck back/ Overcome your limitations!
"I know you're in here, bro! I'm on my own this time and I'm gonna beat your ass!"
A shadowy form appeared in front of Yamcha. Still. It was Tien. Yamcha let out a harsh breath.
"You still haven't gotten over it? How pathetic. Everyone else has moved past that broken leg, Wolf."
Shaky breaths exited Yamcha's frame as he raised his guard.
"I'm going to show you just how much we don't need you. All you do is lose."
Yamcha backed away step by step as Tien walked forward, arms at his sides.
Yamcha recalls his training.
"~Your movements are halted by the fact that, you don't think about the action but you Do think about the consequence~"
Yamcha is brought back to reality.
"I do think about the consequences too much… but this time I'm gonna win! And even if I do lose… I did my best! There's no shame in that!"
"Keep telling yourself that."
"It may be easier for you but that's not gonna stop me from believing in myself!"
Smashh!
Yamcha stuck his wolf palm right through the black glass and it shattered in an instant. He let out another breath as sweat swam down his fram.
"Well done."
Yamcha locked eyes with the ethereal figure wrapped in white lines.
"You have come far. You should be proud of yourself."
Before he knew it, Yamcha was standing right next to Korin, eyes blinking blankly.
"You doin' okay there, kid?"
"You know~" He smiled. "I haven't felt this good in a while."
"Great, now make sure to pick all of this up."
"Huh? Oh."
Yamcha haphazard gait and the way his foot caught the lid spilled a bunch of water on his exit out, most of it draining down into the open hatch of the tower.
"Oops."
Scritch-Scratch.
Goku
Chi-Chi dipped her head underwater in the hotspring as Goku prowled the outside, eyes closed. She held her breath almost laughing before Goku snatched her right up.
Slashh~
She giggled like a schoolgirl and Goku smiled wide.
"You have to be able to see me, how are you doing that?"
"King Kai's! He taught me how to sense for latent energy in the environment when I learned The Spirit Bomb."
Goku set her back down in the bubbling suds and sat opposite her, wiping his face from the affair.
"And now I can sense for people who don't have Ki. Well everyone has Ki, but I guess that's not all that accurate because-"
She pushed back her hair and locked eyes with Goku. They stared at each other for a long time until:
Splashh!
"Ohp~"
Slashh~
"KrilLiN!?" Chi-Chi cried as she covered herself.
"This a bad time?" He chuckled to himself, back against a nearby tree.
Splassh!
"Hey buddy!" Goku yelled, dick out, salute in all.
"Heh-Heh. Hey Goku."
"Oh lord~" Chi-Chi said as she shook her head from Goku's nonchalant display.
"What's up?" He asked, walking up the stones to stand face to face with his old friend.
"I was just wondering if you had time to teach me that technique."
"..? The Spirit Bomb?"
"No-ho… what?"
"..."
"That teleporting one. The one where you~ Ya know."
"Oh! Huh-Hah! Totally! That one takes some finesse but I know you got it in you."
"Yeah. It'd help with the commute and then you wouldn't have to go visit Cell in my place."
"Sure. I can help you out." Goku laughed as he patted Krillin on the shoulder. "I have some business to attend to with Chi-Chi so it'll at least have to be tomorrow."
Krillin stifled a laugh.
"Gokuu!" She shouted, embarrassed and rosy cheeked. "Did you really have to say that out loud!?"
"What? It's true."
"Never change, Goku."
Goku smiled as Krillin waved goodbye and flew off into the sunset.
"Bye!"
Tien
"Last one, huh?" Tien said out loud as he mimed fierce crane strikes inside their log cabin.
Fshuw!
"Eat something, it's gonna get cold." Blue pleaded from the reclining chair as she ate some bread modestly.
Tien said nothing back, only smiling and grabbing a plate.
"You're so unique. Why do you eat while you stand?" Blue laughed out with a mouthful.
"Heh~ I don't know. Feels more comfortable. Ha-Ha."
"You're weird."
The couple laughed before silence set in, only brushed away periodically by the fireplace's flames and then Blue, when she broke it again.
"The other day was really nice."
"Yeah... It was."
"..."
"..."
"I was thin-"
"You want to get a dog?" The Three Eyed Man interjected magically.
"..."
The couple smiled again.
"If we can't have kids. Why don't we get a dog?"
"How'd you read my mind like that?"
"You're a caregiver. And a dog is like a child~" He nodded his head down low as he chewed, a couple laughs escaping him. "In their own little way. Ha-Ha."
Blue laughed too and the goofballs just ate the rest of their food with awkward giggles and smiles.
Piccolo
"You don't have anywhere else you could train?"
"I'm just getting back at you."
Fshu! Dilililing!
The palace rattled, large masks, jars with conspicuous items, jewels, gems, carpets, oddities jingled in response to The Green Man's furious whipping strikes. All manner of ghostly ghouls, harbingers of death, and other various monsters just stood in awe at Piccolo's frightening speed, just white and green lines periodically separated by the large frame of the man as he stood still, then went from zero to 100.
"I don't think you've ever once given me a free pass."
Fshuu! Dwolololong!
"Heh-Heh-Heh…" She cackled from behind her crystal ball.
"And you can't stop me so I'm just gonna annoy the hell out of you while I can."
Swfuff! Wshtah! Kwongongongong!
"I can't stop you, huh?"
"How are you gonna manage that?"
Vsh-Vash!
"Not fast enough, bitch." He smirked, dodging the old witch's attempt to snatch him up with Instant Transmission.
"Get back here you green ruffian!"
"Catch me if you can."
Vshah! Wsst! Whst! Fshu! Vszh! VaVash! Kwonkle~
"Ohh~" A pale ghost with a rice hat cooed as the pair knocked over various items from the 'training session' taking place.
After a long while Baba just gave up, winded and wounded, breathing heavy while sweat poured down her veiny and wrinkled frame. Piccolo just laughed like a bastard as he continued.
"Maybe you could give me a free ride to Other World every once in a while and I won't have to come bother you." He stated with a shit eating grin.
Baba didn't even say anything back, she just flipped him off which ushered forth an even more bombastic cackle from The Demon.
Raditz
Capsule Corp. was bustling either with clients, scientists, robots, or randoms as The Saiyan weaved out of the way of possible CC business prospects and ran up the stairs with harsh steps, alluding Trunks to the fact that:
"Raditz is here!" The boy yodeled from across the way.
"Hello, 0 for 0."
"Why do you even call me that?" Trunks questioned with some attitude as he jammed out on a video game, kicking his feet around ever so slightly.
Raditz just smirked as Bulma looked up from her laptop.
"..?"
"I have another idea."
"Oh great. You want me to make you something again?"
"... Perhaps."
The scarred blue haired executive just rolled her eyes out of their sockets before responding plainly.
"I'm busy, I'm trying to get this app out on the market and it's not exactly my expertise. I'm really just doing it to broaden my skillset, I don't even expect it to go crazy or anything. But uhh…" She scratched the side of her head before continuing. "No. I don't have the time to help you out with anything." She remarked, pushing up the glasses from the low bridge of her nose back to were they belonged.
Snapp!
"Is your father available?"
"Wow! Skip me and go right for my dad, huh?"
"Well if you're not up to snuff then perhaps he is."
Raditz dashed out of the room and searched the gigantic pseudo-mansion, pseudo zoo, pseudo-workplace until he found the garage.
"Mr. Brief!"
Krrrr~
The man slid out from under a machine, greasy, somewhat lost looking.
"Hello mah boy!"
"I've got an idea for you."
"An idea? How much we talking?" The Doctor asked as he shot up from the slide-out.
"All I've got. I'll pay anything for this."
The Doctor craned his neck out as he stepped forward, fixing his own glasses. Raditz unfolded a piece of paper from his khaki shorts and presented it proudly, Saiyan smirk and chest held high.
"Wow~ you even drew it up and everything."
"I might have learned a thing or two on this planet."
The Doctor's laugh could shake the room as he took it in his hands.
"Isn't that the uhh~ monkey room?"
"Yup. I was just wondering if you could make some modifications to it."
"A gravity chamber huh?" He wore duck lips, a bit titillated by his ideas of additions to the cylindrical pillar outside the facility.
"We used to train with these things on my home world."
"I see."
Goku
"Neat!" Goku yelled as he entered the chrome box.
The room had changed a little bit, the front half opposite the door at the bottom now had a large screen denoting the level of gravity or Gs.
"Wow~ So we could go to ten times with this?"
"That's just Blue Man's. We'd preferably go to something else like 20."
"20 huh?" Goku asked with glee.
Krillin closed the door behind him.
"Sheesh, we're doing ape training too?"
"Huh-Hah! Nah, silly, we're doing gravity training! Might as well get used to that while we're doing Instant Transmission! You'll probably get used to the motion sickness faster under gravity."
Krillin smiled, and let out a faltering, shifting chuckle.
"Tsss~ I don't know about all that."
"Come on! No harm done."
Boop!
"Gravity Engaged. 5 times Earth Gravity."
Znnnnnnnn~
"Huh? I thought we were doing 20?"
"HAH-HAH-HAH! You really want to put One-Arm through that!?"
Goku just blinked a few times before responding.
"Krillin can handle it!" Goofy smile, thumbs up.
Krillin let out a wimpy laugh as Raditz jammed it.
"Gravity Increased. 20 times Earth Gravity."
ZNNNNNNNNN~
"Oh boy." Krillin proclaimed as the weight bore down on him.
"See? You got it no problem!"
"You uhh~ sure about that?" Krillin asked with a laugh as he plug walked around the chrome safe room with great difficulty.
"Dah!"
Fsh! WshshshshshshWshah!
The Saiyan hopped and jumped around, throwing tons and tons of strikes while Krillin stuck to walking around the block for a while.
"You okay over there, Krillin?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
Goku smiled and turned to face his brother.
"Kakarot! This is your last chance at this tournament! I asked Brief to build this section for you so you'd better win!"
"For me?" He asked dumbly, pointing at himself. "Aww, you shouldn't have."
"Let's get to it, brother."
"Right!"
The two Saiyans went at it for a long while, hopping off the walls, using flight, Ki blasts, everything under the sun as Krillin did one armed pushups on the ground, sweat draining off his frame and pooling up at the bottom of the rectangular space.
"KAIOOO-Ken!"
VWERNNN! DUUMM! Tuhp-Fwup. FSHUNNNN!
Cell
Housed in the remarkably clean clinical greys and standard wooden brown shelves, Cell eyed the books in the library like a hawk, not even choosing to sit down once he had found his mark, blitzing through page after page. His wings spread a fair bit wide as he turned his head, an intriguing line perhaps?
"Ahem!"
"..."
Fwip. Flip. Flip.
"Your ears work, buster!?"
"Yea~ what tha boss said."
Fwip. Flip.
"We're talking to you, Einstein!"
The skinny rabbit gang member stole the book much to Cell's apathy, he held the pose for a while as the group taunted him, not even sparing a glance as his chalky white palms faced the fluorescent lighting of the prison ceiling. With a deep inhale through his nose he ignored them again and just chose another book off the shelf.
Klm. Fwipflipflip. Fwip. Slapp!
The larger one smacked the book to the ground and positioned himself to the side, the skinny one mirroring his position and Master Carrot standing his ground behind the Not-So-Free-Man. Cell attempted to take another book before:
"Ayy! You're a real pain, you know that!? The boss is trying to talk to you!"
"Who?"
"Master Carrot! That's who!"
"... Who?"
"Oh you're askin' for it!"
Cell just raised his arm as the pair wailed on him.
"Hello? These lower life forms are attacking me. Anyone? Of course not." He lamented. "You all aren't worth my time and I'm not gonna get my sentence extended again so~"
FWOOSHH!
Cell flapped his wings once and forced them away, grabbing another book off the shelf.
"Go away."
"He-he-he-he's a monster!"
"Who is this dude!? They really weren't joking!"
Master Carrot furrowed his brow as he watched the bug-man take a lap and then his seat at the opposite end of the room and continue his reading, basking in the natural light let through by the large walled windows.
"Hmm…"
Krillin
"Did I..?"
"I think you did! It takes some getting used to but… yeah! Huh-Hah! Nice one, Krillin!"
"Heh-heh." Krillin laughed out plainly. He shielded his eyes from the beating sun and felt a trickle of sweat run its course. "Yeah~ I'm starting to feel it."
"That's why I finished my training on King Kai's planet. The motion sickness is really easy to get over in Other World because you barely feel anything up there."
"You talk about it quite a lot, do you have some way to visit King Kai up there?"
"Yeah! Baba takes me all the time! Huh-Hah! I don't know why she always insists on giving Piccolo something to get whenever we go up there cause she never does that when I'm going alone!"
Krillin plopped onto the grass, his head still spinning a bit. Goku followed suit and the pair gazed up at the clouds.
Fwuuuuuu~
"..."
"..."
"Krillin?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you remember when we first trained with Master Roshi?"
"Yeah I do actually."
"That was pretty wild."
"It was… why do you ask?"
"Oh I don't know. I'm just glad we met. We wouldn't have if not for that lucky break on the island."
Fwuuuuuu~
"I guess not." Krillin laughed. "Never thought about it like that."
The pair watched the sun hide behind the trees and stain the sky orange.
Shwiff~
"You ready to keep going?"
"Yeup."
"Sorry Krillin but uhh, when you're first learning it the motion sickness only gets worse."
"Heh-heh. I was afraid of that~"
"Huh-Hah!"
Piccolo
Krillin and Piccolo stood stark at night time on the outside ring of Baba's Palace, flames flickering from the torches on each corner.
"You hang out at Baba's now?"
"We worked out a deal to get me trips to the afterlife. I become the unbeatable final boss of her circuit and I get one trip per customer denied."
"..." Krillin scratched his brow and kept the rest to himself. "How's that workin' out for ya?"
"Tcheh. Most don't get past Bandages anyway but even less get past Devilman. Zero so far. I already knew that but she wouldn't accept anything other than me be 5th man."
"Tough."
"Better than having to go get her little trinkets everytime."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
Piccolo raised a brow.
"So?"
Krillin cracked his back with two rotations and looked up at the tall green man with some seriousness.
"It's time."
"..?"
"I want to learn Telepathy."
"Haw-Haw-Haw!"
Krillin looked around the grounds only for Piccolo to laugh his ass off even more.
"..."
"Haw… haw~ heh. You think you got the chops, Mongrel?"
"Yeah, I do actually."
"This one takes time, you know? You don't just learn this one overnight."
"Neither does The Two Witches. Neither does Instant Transmission, or those defensive walls Tien and I practiced."
Vyoinnn~
Piccolo's eyes widened.
"You can do that too?"
"You already forget?" Krillin smirked back. "Tien and I did that one when we landed on the Saiyan planet all those years back."
"Guess I was too busy beating ass to pay attention to you."
Piccolo nodded his head and Krillin paced around the tile as the torches' fire cast shaky shadows on the not-so-white tile structure of the arena.
"I may not be the strongest but I was always a pretty good learner. I've got a lot on my plate if I want to be a good teacher too. I figure if anyone's got a general Ki skill then I want to learn it and then maybe I can pass it on to the next generation."
"Hmph."
Krillin saw the hesitancy as The Demon crossed his arms.
"How bout this?"
"..?"
"I teach you this thing Tien and I cooked up and you trade me back Telepathy?"
A sly smirk carved across Piccolo's green face.
"I think I can make that happen."
"Deal!"
The pair shook hands under the crescent moon, the simmering torches, and bright white stars.
Sapa
"Tch~" Sapa let out with a bit of frustration on the temple floor, a large buddha statue in the back.
The King practiced kata in his old age, grey hairs were abundant in his afro now. He swung with grace until he noticed his child's discomfort.
"Sapa."
Fwt. Wsst!
He let down his guard and sat on the temple floor. Sapa took a criss-cross position opposite him. Sapa threw the paper at Chappa and the father snatched it out of the air like a fly.
"Ahh~"
Sapa looked up to the ceiling, the nightlights of the nearby city glistening ever so daintily through the open archways in the back.
"This tournament matters a lot to you."
"I just… it's easier Said than done."
"That it is."
"Just letting go is… hard."
"You won."
"You know it was not a real win, father. I won on a technicality."
"Well…"
"..."
Chappa gave the paper another once over.
"I didn't think Majunior was actually going to compete again in this last one. I took too long to enter." Sapa lamented as he stared up at the ceiling. "Of course Tien, Yamcha, and Goku are competing but I didn't think that 4th spot was going anywhere."
The King nodded as Sapa raised his hand to both the sandstone ceiling and the indigo night sky peeking through the several archways.
"Sapa?"
"Hmm?"
"Doesn't Mifan run a tournament circuit?"
"..!" He sat up sharply. "It does… but that's not the same as The Budokai. The competition isn't going to be as fierce. If I can't compete against the best then… I feel like it's a wasted opportunity."
The King nodded his head to the side.
"... You said you offered to take Krillin's spot in The 24th..? Did you not?"
"I did."
"Well then what about a match to see if any of these four would give up their spot?"
Sapa sat up once more and leaned his left arm over his hiked knee.
"You know~ maybe that's not such a bad idea."
The Last Budokai! Legends Need Apply! The Very Strongest Under The Heavens!
The Top 4 Division
1st Seed Yamcha
2nd Seed Tienshinhan
3rd Seed Goku
4th Seed Majunior
Sapa practically burned a hole through the paper as he stared at Son Goku's name.
"We never got that rematch."
The sun rose over Baba's Palace as Sapa strolled over the bridge. Ghosts, ghouls and the like watched as the brown man confronted the lady.
"So you want your fortune told huh? Ho-Ho-Ho! Pick your poison."
"I'm not here to get my fortune told, I just want to know where Goku lives. And I know you can make that happen with your crystal ball."
"Very well, but I must ask. Are you here to pay or to fight?"
Sapa smirked.
"I'll fight."
"Heh-Heh-Heh." Fingers thin as noodles, weathered skin, and bone almost protruding as she wrung her hands and cackled through crooked teeth.
WHAMM!
"Oh that's bullshit!" Baba whined as Sapa smacked her 4th fighter in a row with a one-shot. Devilman caved into the large stone statue of the demon with its tongue out. Green liquids bubbled and boiled as stone fell down into the acidic abyss.
Kssssss!
The green bubbles let out their disapproval as the rocky cement assimilated and then disintegrated upon contact.
"This isn't the last of me~" Devilman shot out with a wag of his finger, cupping his bloody nose as he flew off. "Just a fluke…" He whimpered.
Sapa dusted his red gi with the back of his hand, pulling at the front vest and fixing his white sash.
"Heh-Heh-Heh~" Baba chortled as she spoke into the crystal ball.
The son of King Chappa waited for a while until:
Va-Vsh!
"Tcheh."
"Interesting."
Cricc. Crocc.
Piccolo cracked his knuckles just by bringing them into his palm, staring down the tan brown man. The Demon smirked like a bastard, waiting for Sapa to either make the first move or start talking.
"Didn't know I was fighting you today." Sapa spoke softly.
"..."
"Wanna make a deal?"
Piccolo shrugged.
"I suppose I'm in the mood."
"Whoever wins this match gets the spot in The Budokai."
"..."
"..."
"Tough luck. Should have signed up first."
"Scared you're gonna lose?"
Piccolo just looked up at the lady with the crystal ball.
Sapa VS The 5th Man
Objective: Learn Goku's whereabouts!
The pair stood for a while, staring each other down as Baba returned to cackling instead of feverish blabbering.
Ksssssssss~ Bwuop! Sssssssss~
Piccolo sharpened his brow and waited it out. Sapa took a stance and sidled forth with great care and deliberation. The son of King Chappa got closer and closer until:
Fwofff~
Piccolo tore off his cape, hiding his frame behind the white cloth.
Snapp! SCWOFFFF!
Sapa snapped his fingers and the cape lit ablaze with frothing flame as jagged arcs of yellow lightning barreled towards the brown man. Sapa leaped into the air only to:
Wsst! SHUUUUUUUU~
Get snatched out on the way up.
"Rrrrahh!"
Piccolo looked up at Baba for only a moment, a passing spare glance as he slung his long arm in an arc towards the green acid at the bottom of the arena. He smirked like a bastard.
Vshuu! Gtumn!
Sapa furrowed his brow as he landed on the side of the wall, sliding down slowly until he jammed a knifehand through the concrete to stop himself.
"I surrender"
"You WHAT!?"
"Haw-Haw-Haw! Haw-Haw-Haw-Haw!"
"I can't I~ you're trash! This is unacceptable!"
"Haw-Haw-Haw!" Piccolo slapped his knee as Baba lost it, throwing insult after insult at The Demon.
"You're fired!"
"Haw-Haw-Haw-Haw-Haw!"
"I didn't hire you so you could just not do your job you~ Nincompoop!"
"What? You didn't even..?"
"Haw-Haw-Haw!"
"Rrrrrrr~" Baba snarled as she floated away with the crystal ball.
Piccolo laughed a few more times but soon enough:
Va-Vzh!
"He finished the bracket you old witch. Not gonna let you skimp out on this fair victory."
Baba cursed him much to The Demon's amusement. Sapa leaped out from the hold and landed on the long tongue, standing in front of the pair.
"Fine! Here's Son Goku." She let out with a huff.
"Mount Paozu? East District 439." Sapa relayed to himself as he squinted and gazed deeply into the ethereal orb.
"There!" Baba shouted as she pulled away quick as could be.
"Hey! I wasn't finished!"
"Too bad, I didn't hire someone just so they could throw away matches!"
Piccolo smirked deeply as Sapa fixed his gi and sighed.
"I'll take you to Son Goku."
Cricc. Crocc. Zzzt! Fwoff~
He conjured another cape and threw it on, placing a hand on his turban before walking forward. Sapa backed away for a moment before Piccolo just laughed again.
"Come on, Mongrel. Hurry this shit up."
Piccolo grabbed the son of King Chappa's wrist and teleported the two of them.
Va-Vuzh!
The stoic greens and yellows of the wilderness hit hard off the morning sunlight and cool spring breeze. Piccolo closed his eyes.
"Son Goku…"
"Oh! Hiya, Piccolo!" Goku shouted from his mind.
The pair waited outside for a while, Piccolo crossing his arms in anticipation.
Fwush!
"Hey, buddy! Whoa! Sapa! I didn't know you were visiting! Nice to see you, man!"
Goku extended a hand and Sapa met it in stride.
"What brings you all the way out here? You live nearby?"
"No. I'm far from home here." Sapa stated as he gazed at the beautiful trees, nearby animals, and tall mountains. "I'm here to challenge you."
"Challenge me?"
"Yup."
"I love a challenge! What are we doin'!?" Goku asked as he leaned in close.
Sapa backed away a bit and cleared his throat a single time.
"I want a shot at The Budokai but I missed my chance at registration."
"Ahh~"
"... So-"
"So you want to fight me for the spot?"
"More or less."
"Okay!"
Sapa smirked.
"I have a few rules though."
"Rules?"
"Mmhmm. No Ki or flight."
He raised a brow.
"And whoever gets knocked on their butt or their back first loses. Hands are fine, if you can catch yourself before you land it's all good."
"Okay, I can get behind that."
"All martial arts." Goku reiterated as he stepped out onto the path. "Go-Ten!" The father shouted through cupped hands.
He started his stretches opposite Sapa who likewise began limbering up for the contest. Goten ran out the house.
"Yes, dad?"
"A friend and I are gonna do some sparring, do you want to watch?"
"Yes!" The little child bounced up and down.
"Alright!" Goku cheered as he presented a high-five.
Clapp!
"Pay attention Goten if you want to be strong like dad."
"Okay!" He responded politely, falling onto his butt and gazing at the three men with wide sparkling eyes.
Sapa VS Goku
Objective: Earn a spot in The Last Budokai!
"Huhh~" Chi-Chi sighed out, a smile escaping her as Gohan stood next to her in the doorway, the both of them scrubbing out a dish each. "He can't ever go even a day without a fight can he?"
"I mean I thought that's why you liked him."
"Yeah~" She replied with a half-sigh, her neck hanging over to the side. "But your father can blow down the house with a sneeze, Gohan. I just don't want him to break anything."
"But they're fighting outside."
"..."
"I'm starting to think you like complaining, mom."
"Hmm!" She turned her nose up and walked back into the house at that comment.
"Get em', dad!" Gohan shouted, raising a fist before turning back around and closing the front door.
Klm.
"Okay." Goku let out as he bounced on the tips of his feet. "Let's do this!"
Wsht! Wsss~
"Hey, Piccolo!" Goten yelled loudly, The Demon letting out a small fit of a laugh-breath through his nostrils.
"Hey, kid."
"When is dad gonna teach me any fighting?"
"..."
Goku and Sapa went at it, parrying with their hands until the father cleanly won the exchange with a trip-up right leg, forcing Sapa's hand in an on-the-spot backflip.
"I can't tell you. Not my move to make."
"Oh…"
Piccolo looked down at the child's disappointment.
"This one's different…" He mused.
Wsht! FaFuush!
"Huh-Hah!"
"Damn it… he's laughing at me~"
Goku flipped gracefully above his target and landed right at his back, forcing the issue with a turn around elbow strike.
"Is there a reason Gohan doesn't like fighting?" Piccolo thought to himself.
Wsht! Woosh! FaFuFuush!
"Or is it the opposite? Is Gohan docile by nature..? And Goten and Goku are the odd ones out? I don't seem to recall that Mongrel ever caring all that much about training."
Piccolo spared a glance to the little child on the grass, miming cute little versions of Goku's punches and kicks, almost falling over himself trying to replicate it. Goku hit a beautiful backflip with all the grace of a dancer and Goten well...
Whump!
Small little tears rolled down his face as he clamped his chubby cheeks shut. Piccolo stifled a laugh.
"You good?"
"yea~"
He was not good.
"Damn!" Sapa grunted as he fell onto his back. "How are you..?"
Goku just shrugged. The father offered a hand and Sapa took it, but only after letting out a deep sigh.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get your chance if you look long enough. It's all about persistence."
Sapa looked to the blue above as clouds swam by with their characteristic steady intonation.
Krillin
The yard was full of inmates hype as hell.
"Yo! They goin' at it!"
"Why He get all that fuckin' special treatment!? I'm in here for the same shit."
"Well you actually blew people up with your bombs, bro. Cell just used it as a threat."
"Threat shmet I just want his ass kicked."
"He just doesn't look like he can throw at all but Superman is hard as Fuuuck, holmes."
Inmates of all shapes and sizes corralled around the concrete as Krillin shed his black jacket, the letters SCPD stamped in a bold yellow font.
"I'll be taking that." An inmate let out in a shaky laugh. "Who wants Superman's digs!?"
Krillin let out a few heavy laughs and smiled as he spawned his left arm, fixing his cuffs as well as his tie into a more comfortable position. Cell limbered up with some stretches, pearly whites shining brightly as the sun set around them.
"I'd kill for him to be trainin' me like this but at least we get a free show I guess."
Fsst! Pwoooooooffff~
The wind threw everyone in the yard on their ass, blowing out in sizable sonic boom as their fists met in the middle.
"If I didn't have this little reprieve I'm afraid I might have had to kill a few of these lower life forms." Cell joked as they backdashed and prowled around the cracked concrete.
Lapis whistled on from the sidelines as the pair dashed along the cement.
WshtFshtFawuush!
They kept it light, small hands and plenty of boxing, mostly just footwork as Cell prodded.
"Why do you do this thing? A lot of the people in here don't deserve someone like you, ya know?"
Krillin dipped under Cell's right hand and rounded to the flank until Cell whipped in a 180 to shield his back.
"It's not really for them. I'm gonna be honest. It's not so much about the criminals as much as it is about the crime. I'm not gonna lie and say~"
Wsht! Bwuooooommm!
"-I have a bleeding heart for these guys or something. It's just about safety. Not everyone gets lucky. Some are dealt the worst possible hand from the get-go and then they have to deal with scumbag criminals they can't dissuade from their business."
Cell smirked wide at the small man's explanations. Krillin dashed out of the way of several attacks before landing a jumping thrust kick that sent Cell's feet along the grey rock, squealing out like burnt tires as black marks rocked the cement.
"Whoa~"
"Check it out!"
"I know how it feels to be the little guy. So I'm gonna make sure that all the littler guys than me can live life without looking out their windows and safely go on long walks at night."
"..."
Fsht! Wsht!
The pair danced around, the wind embellishing the yard at a rapid rate, rattling the fences.
"Why do you humour me?"
"Why do you think?"
Cell whiffed a backfist as a fake, Krillin buying it utterly before Cell backed up and landed a ferocious Kiai with his right palm, sending The SCPD Officer towards the rattling gate. Krillin pounced off the grate like a cat and kept momentum.
"I don't know. I haven't a shot in the dark, Cell." Krillin laughed out.
"It's because I respect you."
"..."
"And it's not necessarily that I respect you. But that I respect the idea of you."
The inmates raised their brows as the pair boxed up and down the cracked concrete.
"You have attained a level of existence that supercedes theirs and yet you fight for the safety of someone or many someones who most assuredly wouldn't do the same."
Krillin shrugged before he kicked Cell across the way.
"Just comes with the occupation I guess. You don't become an enforcer of the law for money."
"Perhaps."
"But is that a real answer?"
Cell smirked.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Respect. That's the only reason you don't break out?"
FSHUUUUUUU! VYUUUUUUUUUU!
The pair took flight, guards and inmates alike falling onto their butts from the sheer thunderous gale winds blasting out in each direction as they pierced the sky.
"Man that's bullshit!"
"Settle down, Ese. They're coming back down here sooner or later."
The two forwent any notions of structure, throwing bombs in the air that resulted in much more violent explosions of force while high in the clouds. They pivoted off the aether and really went at it, punching each other across the sky with haymakers.
"I could break out any time I wanted! But still~"
"Still what!?"
Cell ruminated, furrowing his brow as they clashed here and there, sending out more shockwaves with each engagement.
"Tienshinhan beat me fair and square in single combat! I have no right to refuse what you do with me! But make no mistake! I want my rematch whenever is pertinent!"
Krillin broke out into a laugh as the pair continued their combat, Krillin forcing the battle to dip back down towards the correctional facility. Krillin took a low angle and hit the ground rolling as Cell dipped and broke out in a harsh 90 degree angle just over the concrete. During the roll, Krillin hit a booming donkey kick that forced Cell into submission and forced a tailspin that he caught with his tail, sending the appendage crashing through the concrete and uprooting the floor outside.
DMM! Skfffffff~
Krillin brushed himself off as chalky dust flew into the air.
"That's all for today."
"You're serious?"
"I got places to be, Cell. Who took my jacket?"
Some dude just looked over, wearing it, before booking it into the prison.
"Bruh."
Chi-Chi
The opening and closing of the door was heard daintily from behind the back of Chi-Chi. She raised a brow and turned around.
"Hey, Hon." Goku met his wife with a peck on the cheek before heading for the refrigerator, just like always.
"Hello." She cooed back in response.
"What are we thinking for dinner?"
"... Probably dumplings."
"Mmhmm."
There was a sizable silence as Goku drank his water and just sat on the kitchen table, looking up at the old wood.
"Hon?"
"Hmm?"
"For this last tournament I was thinking of what outfit I want to wear but I just couldn't decide."
A smile tore across Chi-Chi's face that she just couldn't hold back.
"And?" Chi-Chi calmed herself down and returned to testing the tea in front of her. "Slurrrr~" She wormed her lip around and furrowed her brow, pondering the possibilities.
"Well, just like you made that outfit for me when we went to outer space, I want you to decide."
"..."
Skweeeeee~
The tea rose to a boil as Chi-Chi and Goku locked eyes.
"..? Which one of the outfits you already have..?"
"No!" Goku responded with a laugh. "I want you to surprise me."
She moved the tea across the stove and let it sit on its lonesome as she put her palms on the counter, facing her man.
"So I get to choose?"
Goku nodded his head.
"Anything?"
"Mmhmm."
"Even if I wanted to make you wear a clown costume?"
"Huh-Hah! Sure! Now I'm not saying I'd Want to wear it, but as long as you picked it out, I'm happy."
"..."
"I'd never felt so exhilarated while fighting in my life."
"..."
"I just imagined you were right there the whole time." Goku let out with a groan as he stretched and moved his butt to the couch. "I could smell that spring scent you always wear."
Chi-Chi blushed as she let the tea out again and tasted another sip, fanning her tongue from the clearly-too-hot liquid.
"Okay. I'll do that."
"Thanks, Hon."
Chi-Chi just stared at Goku as he fell into a deep sleep on the sofa. She gazed at him for a long time, falling in love again and again as she sat down on the little room left, caressing his face with the back of her hand.
"Why don't you age?" She ruminated with a smile on her face. "Are you going to leave me looking like an old croney as the years pass?"
Chi-Chi fought back some laughs as she reminisced.
"Dad's getting grey, hell, your friends are getting grey…" She said aloud as she recalled Tien's visit the other day. She mimed running through a beard she didn't possess. "And you're still just the same as I met you. Only~ maybe a little more muscle." She thought as she tended to his biceps. She smiled a final time and pressed back his hair, touching her lips to his forehead.
Chu~
"Goten!" She called from outside the door, knocking on it a few times for good measure.
"Yes, mom?" He asked politely, hands at his side as he gazed upward.
"We're going out."
Goten raised his arms back and forth in that very kid way.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to a couple of fabric stores and you're gonna help me pick out some stuff."
"YES!" Goten shouted as he jumped up. "What are we making?" He asked cheerily, putting his arms behind his back.
Klm.
"Nimbus!" Goten yelled to the sky with a chipper tone.
Vyuuuuuu~ Vwerrrt!
"We're making an outfit for your father."
"Awesome!" He gripped his little kid fists tightly as he hopped on The Nimbus and beckoned his mom forth with an open hand. Chi-Chi stepped on the cloud and rested in a very rustic flair, sitting on the cloud with her knees.
The Nimbus soared over the yellow mountaintops and green grass, over the heavy forests and rolling plains. Shooting past dinosaurs of all types, pterodactyls, T-Rexes, brontosaurus. The mother and son parted the white clouds with their own yellow vehicle, starting to edge and make their own way to the city. Cars and people from below looked up and then went back on with their day, some confused at the strange sight and some not perturbed by the sight at all, choosing to walk their alligators like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Chi-Chi and her son stepped off the yellow cloud to which Goten:
"Thank you Nimbus!" He stated with pride as he waved the yellow cloud goodbye.
Chi-Chi beckoned to Goten with her hand. The little child walked in the store with his mom in tow, happy as a clam.
"So what kind of outfit does he want?"
"I'd just assume a regular gi." She responded with a sharpened brow as she pulled Goten along the current before he tugged back harshly. "Goten~"
"Oh. Sorry mom."
"You're fine, you just have to remember that you're stronger than you think you are."
"Yes, mom."
"What is it?"
"What's dad's favourite colour?"
"Blue."
"Blue's right here." He pointed, an alcove of cool colours all tucked away in one aisle.
"Does regular gi mean something he already wears?"
"Yes. I wear more traditional garb. His gis are more modern. Mine is called a strongsam."
Goten nodded along as he felt the silky smooth fabrics in his hands.
"What about this one?"
Chi-Chi got low, eye level with her son as he paraded it around.
"That's… that's pretty good."
Goten presented his mother with a much lighter shade than the turtle style. It wasn't quite sky blue but it wasn't navy or royal either. It was more of an ocean or azure. The blue soothed her hands and washed over her eyes like it was an old friend. Chi-Chi took up the fabric in her palm and walked the rest of the aisle.
"This is what your father usually wears." Chi-Chi claimed as she ran her hand through another deep blue. "These are those sweatpants he has on half the time. That down there is much closer to what he wears to the tournaments."
Goten crossed his arms behind his back and watched as other moms, businessmen, and animal people gawk and babble on about fabrics.
"This is~ perfect. I like it. Good job, Goten."
Goten cheesed big time as his mother stood up tall and pondered.
"I think I want Goku in kung fu shoes. Those boots really just don't do it for me. Black. For sure." Chi-Chi asserted as she headed across the shelves, trying to snipe any interesting colours.
"..." Goten just bided his time, doing the same without letting anything slip, dings and dongs let out by the bell at the front door, attracting his attention every time.
"Gold? Hold on~" Chi-Chi let out with some sass in her voice as she felt along the colours, and linens. She settled on a pineapple, taken aback by the not-too-vibrant vibrancy. "Oh this is just fantastic." She let out unintentionally as she gazed upon the material. "High? … Low?"
She pondered for a long time, wondering what was supposed to go where, imagining her man standing in front of her in various different combinations. It hit her all at once, Goten just goofing off far away in another aisle as her eyes lit up with fierce determination. Her fingers grasped tightly right around the yellow fabric and Chi-Chi got hype.
"Yes!" She shouted, drawing a little attention to herself before the other store goers went about their own choices.
Chi-Chi zoomed around the store at mach speeds, almost knocking over Goten in the process as she rung up the items. Goten blinked a few times and snuck in his own addition, a bit of a salmon, the smallest share of the colour pie.
Ga-Chingg!
Chi-Chi sharpened her brow at the price before revealing the pink underneath it all.
"Goten…"
"Hmm?" He asked cutely.
"Nevermind." She relayed, brushing his bushy black hair and drawing a rosy cheeked response from the boy. "Pink huh?"
"Yup!"
"Why do you think pink?"
"I dunno."
"..."
"I don't know. Hyahahaha~! Just felt right."
Chi-Chi gazed into the pink colour as Goten called forth their ride.
"A wild card huh?" She asked to mostly herself as the orange cloud stopped on a dime before them. "I'll make something out of this. Consider it a challenge."
Yamcha
"Yamcha? Goodness. Starting to think you'd never show back up."
"I Meeean."
Her scarred face couldn't hold back a smile as he filed in to kiss her on said scar.
"I'm a new man."
"Really?"
He just smiled, his hollywood goofball teeth shined as bright as could be.
"You think you can do something for me, babe?"
"What? I think I've done quite enough for you already."
"Come on, it's just one little thing." He prodded, the bright stars illuminating the pair inside the loft. Yamcha stood across her with his hands on the counter. She stopped typing on her laptop and gazed into his dark eyes. She couldn't hold back a blush.
"What do you want?"
"..."
"..."
"Could you cut my hair?"
"..."
"..."
The pair broke out into a laugh before Bulma interjected.
"That's it? Really? You got me all hype like it mattered."
"Hey! You always cut my hair."
"Well~ I don't feel like giving you that bowl cut."
"I wasn't asking for the bowl cut." He let out with some laughs as they walked to the bathroom.
"You deserve it for hanging me out to dry."
"Please."
She stood stunned, hand on her chest, jaw open for dramatics.
"Uhh! Excuse me!?"
"The only reason you got with me is because I was never even around at the start."
"..." She wormed her tongue around her mouth as she got out the clippers. "You're talking a lot of smack for someone who's about to have these~"
SchwingSchwingg!
"-near his neck."
"Just end it, you ain't got the guts."
"Yeah, you right. These things wouldn't do the job, I'd have to make a laser."
"Oh so you saying you'd do it?"
"... Yeah." Her cheeks lined in red.
"You couldn't do it." He whispered back lowly right into her ear.
She stopped talking, face turning hot pink as she went back to doing his hair.
"I'm the best there is, babe. I need to make sure everyone knows it."
Zzzzzzt. Zzzzz~
"Give me The 21st. Not the cut you gave me in space but that one that left a little on the back and the sides but more on the top."
Zzzzzt. Zzzzzz~
Yamcha had some age to him, a few wrinkles but wrinkles nonetheless. His scars looked better with age, like a warrior. His eyes had sharpened and his jawline was near perfect, the most cutting edge and likeliest you would see in an advertisement out of his friends, he lost weight. His muscles were bulkier and more prominent due to his cut. Yamcha walked into the loft without a shirt on and he looked like a king in the chair as Bulma finished the last of the:
Zzzzz~ Zzzzz~ Zzzzzt.
"All… done."
Fwof.
He spun on a dime and locked eyes with Bulma. A predatory stare forced her to back up as he walked her out of the door frame.
"..."
He smirked like a devil.
"You're looking at me like you want another kid or something."
A wolf in the city cried out in his lonesome, turning Bulma's gaze to the sliding glass door as the moon descended into view from their loft window.