Before I start, I want to thank Solis Duellator and "Real Talker" for their reviews on the first two chapters!
"So,"Kinzie started. " You let the random stranger you met in the woods take you to his house where he beat the shit out of you without trying, and now he wants to meet you in the morning for training?" She looked at Tristan as he was taking a beer out of the fridge.
" Yep," He paused to take a sip. " That's about it."
" Well?" Kinzie questioned.
" What do you mean well?" Tristan asked, puzzled.
"Are you going to train with him or not? I mean, he could be a rapist. He seems way too happy."
" I can handle myself, Kinzie. I'll just take your giant purple dildo bat and use that if I have to." Tristan said smirking.
" TRISTAN! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?" Kinzie screamed, her face bright red.
" Really? I live in this house too you know. Do you not think I can hear you at night? To be honest, I've seriously considered joining you a few times." Tristan sarcastically said, smirking once more.
"Tristan! " Kinzie screamed in embarrassment as she ran into her room, slamming the door behind her.
" Could you try to keep it down tonight?" Tristan called out. " I need to get up early."
"Go to hell!" Kinzie shouted, as Tristan smirked and finished his beer. He walked down the hallway to his room, his smirk never leaving his face.
Tristan woke up the next morning, feeling very refreshed. He had laughed all night long when he couldn't even hear a single sound coming from Kinzie's room. He walked down the hall into the kitchen to grab himself a beer, and what he found was more than unexpected. Plates dirtied and thrown all throughout his living room. His fridge was wide open, and only the six-pack of beer he kept in case of emergencies was untouched.
" Looks like a freaking hurricane came through here. What the hell Kinzie? You didn't have to eat your feelings, I could've helped." Tristan mockingly added.
" Kinzie's here too?" Someone said from behind Tristan. Instinctively, he spun on his heel and drove a punch into the voices origin. That voice just happened to come from a 5'8, well built bag of joy and hair gel, who easily blocked the punch directed at him. The man released Tristan's hand and stepped back an inch to give him space.
"Damn it, Goku, don't you knock!" Tristan yelped as he held his now red wrist. "I hope you know you're paying for the food."
" Pay? With what?" Goku said naively.
" Money you idiot!" Tristan snapped back.
" Money? What does that taste like?" Goku asked licking his lips.
" Jesus! How are you so freaking stupid?" Tristan questioned. " You know what? Don't answer that. So anyway, why are you here?"
" We're gonna start training today, remember?" Goku said dumbly.
" You said to meet at your place. Why the fuck are you here!" Tristan screamed angrily.
" I couldn't wait. I want you to be at your best the next time we spar."
" So you barged into MY home, you ate MY food, and now you want to fight me at MY best? What the fuck…"
" You know, Chi-Chi would kill you if you talk like that around Gohan."
" Do I look like I give a shit? I've killed hundreds of people, including aliens, one bitch doesn't scare me."
" I don't know. I faced an evil space lizard and I'm still scared of her." Goku thought aloud.
" You're such a bitch. Anyway," Tristan sighed. " Where are we training?"
" Oh, we're going to my old teacher. Boy he was a good teacher." Goku grinned.
" Where is this old teacher,huh?" Tristan asked with a eyebrow raised. Goku just grinned, raising two fingers to his forehead. " Damn it, Goku. You better not d-" Goku grabbed Tristan's shoulder and in an instant they were gone. " Fuck! Goku I fucking hate you! I told you to not do that shit!" Tristan shouted angrily, driving a fist into Goku's gut, not affecting him whatsoever. " Dammit this training better be worth it." He mumbled as he took in his surroundings. " Your teachers a hermit?" Tristan questioned, looking at the island he was currently on. " This is a pretty nice setup actually. I should move the Saints her-" Tristan stopped himself before he could finish his sentence, his entire body shaking with anger. " I forgot. They're all dead. Goku," He called. " Get your teacher out here, he'll need to see what I can do." Tristan almost demanded, barely containing his anger, he was determined to show what he could to whoever this "trainer" was .
" Are we gonna spar?" All Goku got in response was Tristan dropping into a stance, that Peirce had always said he should use if he ever got into intense hand to hand combat.
'Great now I'm listening to Pierce' Tristan thought.
" Awesome! Master Roshi!" Goku shouted, walking into the house.
" What is it Goku? Is the world in danger again? Is it a pretty girl? I knew you'd pull through for me one of these days Goku!" The great Turtle Hermit said as he kicked the door open and began scanning the horizon. " Uh, Goku?"
" Yeah Roshi?" Goku responded, the same stupid grin on his face.
" Who's this?" Roshi asked, pointing at Tristan, who almost hit his boiling point.
" A student." Goku simply said.
" Goku! Now!" Tristan screamed, his face scrunching up, and his need to punch someone going through the roof.
" I'll explain later, but for now, just watch." Goku told Roshi, dropping into the signature School of the Turtle Hermit's fighting stance. " Alright," Goku started, his tone changing to serious. " Let's do this."
" 'Bout damn time." Tristan whispered as he dropped into somewhat of a brawler's stance. " No holding back!"
" I didn't plan on it." Goku stated simply. " You have to first move." Tristan smirked, and charged forward, pulling his fist back for a powerful punch. Once he got within a foot of Goku, his fist shot forward, aimed directly at Goku's face. Goku moved his arm up and caught it with ease, driving a knee into Tristan's gut.
Coughing out blood, Tristan brought his other arm around, hoping to catch Goku off guard, but to no prevail. Goku caught this fist, too. Now that Goku had both of Tristan's fist in his own, He thought he had won.
" You know," Roshi began. " You'll never connect with Goku. I trained him and I'm nowhere near his level."
" Shut up old man!" Tristan barked. Using all of his strength, he ripped his hands away from Goku's, spun on one foot, backflipped and drove a kick right onto the top of Goku's head. When he landed, he started to throw punch after punch, putting all the anger and depression he had into each and every one of them. After around five minutes straight of Tristan pounding on Goku, he dropped down in exhaustion. He looked up to see Goku standing straight up, completely unscathed. He then looked down at his own hands. His knuckles were busted open and were bleeding profusely.
" What are you made out of? Metal?" Tristan questioned. " How do you not even have a bruise?"
" Tricep meat! And lots of it!" Goku said, his signature grin once again on his face.
" What the hell? What the hell are you?" Tristan asked confused.
" Stronger than you!" Master Roshi answered.
" Shut up old man!" Tristan snapped. " You're nothing to me!"
" I wouldn't say that if I were you." Roshi responded. " Aren't you here to be trained by me?"
" I don't know what you could teach me old man, even with my knuckles like this, I could still kick your ass!" Tristan shot back.
" Guys, stop it! If you two want to go at it, I'm not going to stop you, but we do not need Tristan's pride damaged if we hope to get him ready for the androids." Goku stated.
" Androids!" Roshi and Tristan exclaimed.
" Alright I've officially had it, whatever game you're playing is not going to work. I'm going to wake up in the White House, and all of this would have been a really long nightmare." Tristan explained.
" The mystery boy I met when I first got back warned me about a threat that will come in three years time." Goku stated, obviously thinking very hard about it. " They were too strong. They killed us all, except for Gohan and the mystery boy. The only reason Gohan lasted as long as he did was because someone unknown, with a higher than average power level went on a rampage and distracted the androids long enough for him to escape. That person was you, Tristan."
" Me? You're telling me I'm going to have to fight androids, save billions of lives, and still look good? Done all but the fighting androids part so far." Tristan spoke up. " I mean, how hard can it be? A little light training here and there and I should be ready for anything."
" Light training? Ha!" Roshi chuckled. " Goku and his friends almost die in every battle, and most of them have actually died. Their training is intense and way beyond anything you can even handle yet. That's why you're here. So I can teach you the basics."
" The basics of what? Being strong?" Tristan smirked. " Cause I'm already there."
" No, you idiot. The basics of ki control. You bring out your energy and use it to attack or defend." Roshi stated. " Ki is an essential life force that all living beings have. Very few that we know of have the potential to harness it, and many of those few have used it for evil deeds." He stopped, glaring at Tristan. " Knowing your past, you might end up being one of those many. Should I just have Goku put you down already?"
" Shut up old man! My past is full of misery and pain, and the next time you bring it up I will wring your neck!" Tristan retorted.
" That a threat, youngster?" Roshi bellowed, buffing his chest out.
" Oh, it's a promise jackass."
" Guys? I don't remember the training starting with two spar sessions. It was at least two weeks of intense training before me and Krillin started sparring." Goku interjected. " So, how about we just get started with the training and if Tristan still has energy after the first day, then you two can spar. Okay?"
" Whatever, I can handle anything this old geezer throws at me." Tristan remarked.
" Oh we'll see about that." Roshi challenged, smirking. " Your first task is to help me pack my things."
" Really? Packing? Is this some sort of Karate Kid-esk training?"
" No, when you're done loading my stuff into the row boat over there, You will swim across the ocean to the mainland, dragging the boat behind you." Roshi answered, a smile never leaving his face.
" Swimming? Shouldn't be to hard, how far away is the land anyway? Half a mile?" Tristan questioned.
" Ha, you wish. Try five miles."
" FIVE MILES!? WHAT!?" Tristan freaked out. " AREN'T THERE SHARKS AND KRAKENS AND STUFF!?"
" Calm down, Ken. " Roshi snickered. " It's not that far, Goku did this when he was twelve. Don't be a baby."
" Don't you dare call me a rip off barbie doll, Herbert." Tristan shot back. " I can handle this. I'll show that I'm way better than anyone you've ever met. Let's get going." Tristan said as he walked into Kame House, ready and eager to start.
" Pack everything in the room upstairs! There should be boxes up there too!" Roshi called after him. " Damn it, Goku. Where'd you find that ken doll?"
" Heard that Herbert!" Tristan shouted from within the house.
" I found him in the forest, in a house. Why?" Goku said stupidly.
" Sometimes I don't know how you've lived this long."
" But I died before, remember Master Roshi? During the battle with Raditz." Goku reminded.
" Nevermind that now, Goku." Roshi continued. " If you truly believe that he can become powerful enough to beat whatever enemy that comes our way this time, then so be it. I'm going to double his training regimen after the first day."
" Really?" Goku asked excitedly. " Thanks a bunch, Roshi. He's not close enough to my level to where I can train him without hurting him."
" Ugh….." Roshi groaned. " Goku, if there truly is an enemy out there that's so strong that you had to dig someone out of the gutters, I fear that our efforts may not be enough."
Tristan rushed upstairs to hurriedly pack up the old geezer's things. He wanted to get his training started so he could protect what was left of his family. If Tristan lost Kinzie, He'd have nothing left. He has the ability to grow stronger, to raise his power well beyond Goku's, he could feel it. But he just didn't know how. That is why he would put himself through the nonsense workout routine of the Herbert who was currently outside talking to Goku.
" I think I'm done here, oldy. Where am I taking these?" Tristan called out from the bedroom window.
"Just bring them down and set them on this tarp, Ken!" Roshi shouted up to Tristan.
" STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Tristan screamed angrily at Roshi, who snickered. Tristan began tossing cardboard boxes down towards Roshi, who was quickly trying to avoid them. Tristan came out of the house slowly with a smirk on his face and began placing the boxes onto the tarp Roshi had pointed out. As soon as all the boxes were on the tarp, it transformed itself into a tiny capsule, and Roshi placed it into his pocket.
" Seriously? That's a thing?" Tristan questioned.
" Of course it is. What?" Roshi smirked. " Did you think I was going to carry all of this?"
" Then what was the point of even having me bring them down here!" Tristan complained.
" Because I like to see you struggle." Roshi applied with a Vegeta-esk smirk.
" Oh you sonofabitch." Tristan approached the boat and attached himself to it using a rope. As he waded into the water, all of his muscles began to tense up. It was as if he could feel all of the pain and soreness to come in the very near future. It was going to be a rough three years leading up to his potential death, but he was ready.
A bit of a short chapter, but not all of them can be almost 4,000 words, sadly. Make sure to read on, to find out if Tristan is able to keep his cool under Roshi's tutelage, or will he blow up the entire island?