Here I am, and with chapter 4! This one's about Bora & Upa. For those of you who don't know who they are, they're a couple of Indians that live at the foot of Korin Tower and made their appearance in Dragonball. Bora was killed by Tao when he tried to defend his land, and was wished back by Goku after the Red Ribbon Army was destroyed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, or Dragonball Z. But I do own... (Grabs random item) this empty wrapper! (Crickets)
"Did I do it right, father?" a small child asked, while holding over his head, the object he wanted to show his father.
"Close. You've almost got it!" Bora was teaching his son, Upa, how to attach a spearhead to a pole. The weather in the Korin Valley was crisp, and perfect for fishing.
"How about now?" Upa asked again, this being his fourth try. Bora gently took the pole from the little boy's hand, and carefully examined the tied cloth that was supposed to hold the sharp metal to it's wooden staff. "There you go!" he exclaimed. Then pointed to the cloth. "But you'll want to tie this tighter the next time."
"Right." Upa nodded, unable to contain the smile plastered on his face. He loved it when his dad praised him.
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Upa knelt down beside the creek's gentle, running water. He had the spear in hand, and a look of uncertainty. "Come on, Upa!" Bora called to him, while standing in the center of the creek. "Don't worry son, it shouldn't be too deep for you."
With a big gulp, Upa slowly and carefully stepped into the clear, fresh water. The water was chilly, and covered Upa from the waist down, as he made it to the middle where his father was waiting for him.
"Okay, let me show you how it's done." Bora readied the spear, then began searching the water for fish. "There's one." he pointed out. Bora plunged the weapon's sharp head into the water. Upa stood back and observed, as his father lifted it out of the water with a fish on end.
"You give it try now." Bora said. Upa eye's lit up at the sight, he didn't even hesitate when Bora told him to try.
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"Time to go home, Upa." Bora called, while tying at least twenty fish into a sack. Upa left the water with his head hanging, and a big frown on his face. "I couldn't catch a single fish..." he whimpered.
Bora slung the sack over his shoulder, then looked at Upa. "It's okay," he said. "this was the first time you've ever been fishing. You can't expect to catch one the first time."
"Really?" Upa cheered up a bit.
"Next," Bora said. "I'll teach you how to grill the fish in the fire." So father and son made their way back to the campsite, and ate a delicious fish dinner. After such a big day, Upa had no trouble getting to sleep.
Sorry if that moved along kinda fast, I have a tendency to do that, and am still trying to work on making them at a slower pace... But I hope you enjoyed it anyway!