Why Can't I
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Chapter 5: Pig trouble
Master Roshi couldn't explain how confused he was. How could that orange glass ball be of any value that it was worth so much trouble? He looked around his tossed about house with a frown. Emperor Pilaf had been a strange little fellow demanding the location of the dragon ball with striking zip to none fear. Despite it all Roshi explained how he had given the ball to the pretty blue haired girl on the shore. Then of course sabotaged their sub so they would sink. He was such a clever person.
Now he was glad he did. They had all but gone through his refrigerator. His clothes and priceless collections were tossed all about leaving him with the mess. "I hope those kids give that Emperor a good smacking!" Roshi lifted his magazine. "He ruined my Miss July issue!"
~ Meanwhile~
Bulma was beyond flustered. She couldn't believe she showed off her goods to a disgusting old pervert. What had Rikku been thinking removing her panties when she was sleeping? 'I wanted to make sure you were a girl.' Of course she was a girl!
Bulma was more dedicated now than ever to teach the true difference between boys and girls to Rikku. To, if at all possible, prevent anyone else from suffering her fate. Speaking of which where did she disappear to? Glancing up at the sky she searched for Rikku's cloud. That cloud, despite her lack of ability to ride it, sure was handy. They were making excellent time. "Hey kid I think you can slow down a bit. I'm having trouble keeping up!"
Rikku descended next to her. "I don't want to slow down."
"Hey I have the dragon radar kid. Remember that. Besides according to it there should be a ball close by."
"Really? Okay I'll go take a better look." Ignoring Bulma's cries Rikku shot off high and fast.
"Hey kid watch it! You're not invincible you know!" Just as she siad it Bulma took a hill too fast sending her car flying up to the air and crashing to a bush. Rikku skidded to a stop and flew down to make sure she hadn't hurt herself.
"You alright there Bulma?"
"No I am not okay you twerp!" Bulma sat on the dirt wining at her fresh bruises one of the dragon balls laying at her feet. The orange ball began to glow getting Rikku's attention. Picking it up Rikku grinned and began to jump for joy.
"Bulma! Bulma the ball is glowing."
That immediately got Bulma to stop wincing. Taking the glowing orb from Rikku she examined it with a smile. It didn't take long to deduce that the fifth ball was close. Rikku's keen eyes picking up sight of a small village just north of them. They traveled on looking around the quaint town so quiet and peaceful. Too quiet.
"Where is everybody?"
"I don't know Rikku, let me check the radar and find out which direction the ball is in." Turning the knob Bulma deduced that the ball was in the town's vicinity. "It's here alright, but I don't see any people. Perhaps it's deserted."
"No someone's here I can feel it." Sure enough a movement catches Rikku's attention. Determined to find someone she went to the house and knocked. When no one answered she punched her hand through the door and opened it. No one welcomed her on the inside. The moment she stepped through a large ax was swung down onto her head. Thankfully her skull was stronger breaking the metal of the ax and leaving her with a bump on her head. "OW! OW! OW! What the heck was that for!" Glaring at the shivering assailant she pulled out her power pole and aimed to return the favor.
"Oh no, please forgive me I thought you were him! I thought you were Oolong!"
Confused, sore, and a little disoriented Rikku gave a befuddled look to the man and glanced back to see a girl about ten. Bulma who recovered from freaking out yelled at the man about him greeting strangers with an ax. The rest of the villagers gathered at the door to come and see the two strangers. Rikku and Bulma come to find that the town was under the mercy of a person name Oolong the Terrible, a beast of a person who could transform into any shape he wanted. What was worse was he liked taking the young pretty girls from the town and taking them away to his home in the mountains.
"What a Bully!" Rikku exclaimed frowning. "We need to trap him or something when he comes back."
"Trap him? Are you nuts? How can you possibly trap Oolong? He's gigantic he'll feast on you like an appetizer. What are you outsiders doing here anyway?"
"Oh I'll show you." Bulma searched through her bag and produced one of the dragon balls. "We're looking for balls like this one. Our sources tell us there's one somewhere in this village."
"I have it." An old lady makes her way into the house. "Young lady I have the matching one."
"Oh yes! I knew there was one here. Could you let us have it?"
The lady huffed looking stern. "Young lady I'm not going to give this to you it's been in my family for generations!"
"What if we caught this Oolong creep, got the girls back, and returned the village to a peaceful place? Would you give it to us then?" All around her she heard murmurs of disbelief. Little did they know of Rikku's strength. That would be Bulma's calling card.
"Well," the woman looked at the too girls obviously being indecisive. Murmurs rang all around some hopeful and others indecisive. "You expect me to believe that you and that pipsqueak can fight the mighty Oolong?"
"Oh trust me Rikku's a little on the short side but she's like a stick of dynamite. She's more powerful that you think." That caused more ruckus amongst the the villagers. The owners of the already missing daughters approached Rikku and extended their blessing and hope. "Trust me. I even have a plan."
Some plan, Rikku though fuddling with the itchy scarf on top of her head. "How come I have to be the bait?"
"Because you're the same size as Pocawatha and just as cute." Cute? Rikku wasn't sure she liked that word and she scratched her head groaning. The dress too was more clothes than she wore in her entire life. Most of the time she wore the martial arts robe her grandpa gave her and nothing else. The rumbling of giant footsteps caught the attention of the villagers. Everyone ran for cover and Bulma ducked behind the door of the priest's house where she could peek through the hole and keep an eye on the mission.
The massive red pig stormed through the town humming the wedding march. Rikku turned her face grumbling about the itchy dress. She could sense Oolong right behind her. "Hello there my sweet. I've brought flowers for you. I hope you like them."
"Yes just what I've always wanted." Rikku made her voice softer and sweeter but she still held annoyance mostly from her outfit.
"You've put on a little weight."
"Yes well look who's talking."
Bulma wanted to smack her hand against her face. "Rikku what are you doing you're going to blow our cover!"
"Ah a feisty little one. That's okay I wouldn't change a thing. Except maybe that scarf on your head." Rikku gulped and began to twicth uncomfortably.
"Oh my you're shaking."
My tail, Rikku thought twitching side to side, It's so cramped under this dress. She tried to keep her tail from moving her body. Oolong tsked himself.
"I'm so sorry my dear. I didn't mean to scare you. Here let me change my form to your liking." WIth a poof the red pig reshaped into a tall handsome gentlemen. His voice velvety and soothing. "There my darling is that better?"
Bulma shot from the door her eyes swirling hearts and a little drool escaping her mouth. "Oh wow," Oolong's attention turned from Rikku to the staring Bulma. "Hello Stranger, I don't believe we've met."
Rikku couldn't take it anymore. The outfit was so itchy! Her tail was moving about so much that it started to hurt. Pulling up her dress she moved to a tree letting her tail free. " Ah much better." An added bonus was being able to scratch her back against the tree removing her bandana and letting her wild locks free.
"Ahh! You're not Pocawatha!" Rikku jolted up as Oolong stomped over glaring at her. She cringed looking at her tail and the dress ripped from her scratching against the tree.
"Oops."
"If there's one thing I cannot tolerate it's deception! In a flash the man of Bulma's dreams transforms into a large infuriated bull. Bulma shrieked and ducked into the house once again.
"Rikku you're on your own! Remember to find out where the girls are!"
"Yeah!" Ditching her disguise Rikku stretches and stares into the eyes of the bull ready to fight! Oolong trotted his hoof into the ground twice ready to run her over.
"It's a pity you're so deceptive You could have made a good wife one day. Now you're just dung under my hooves!"
"Not a chance you big bully!" She stuck out her tongue. "You're you ugly for my tastes!"
The fight began. Rikku lead him around the village in a chase enjoying herself every time he would miss and run his horns into a brick wall. As Rikku stopped as the bull shook away the debris and began to sweat. "huh"
"Uh I'll be back kid!" Making a break for the edge of town the bull ran with Rikku in high pursuit. When she got outside the gate no one was there but a small pig-like man.
"Hey where'd he go?" Searching outside the area a little she comes up empty handed unaware that the small pig was the shape shifter just waiting for his five minutes to pass so he could transform into his fearsome forms once again. "Looks like he ran off everybody!"
"Not quite!" Transforming once again into a large armored guy with chopsticks Oolong clunked up behind her ready to snatch her up and feast. "Leave town now you little runt and I'll spare your life!"
"NO way!"
"Don't you get it kid? If you don't leave I'm going to eat you for my supper."
"Eat me then, you don't scare me!"
Frustrated Oolong threw a fit trading on and on about his strength and power. Rikku wanted to yawn standing and watching this guy. It took all her strength to keep from falling asleep. "WHat makes you think a pint size girl like you can beat me?"
"I learned martial arts from my grandfather. I can beat you easily."
"Oh yea? Martial arts huh? If you're so good," the guy pulled out three red blocks and stacked them in front of Rikku. "You can break these with one hand."
"I can break them with one finger! Just watch!" True to her word Rikku stroked her finger down upon the bricks causing them to crumble at her feet. Oolong, stuttering and sweating backed up and transformed o nce again into a bat making a run for it. Rikku wouldn't let him get away. Calling upon Nimbus she gave to the chase. Even when the bat became a rocket her nimbus remained at his tail just inches from catching him. Five minutes passed and the rocket stuttered disforming to the pig man Rikku had seen in front of town.
"Some terrible tyrant." She giggled holding oolong by the foot as she carried him back to town. Ashamed Oolong bowed his head admiting defeat and apologizing to all the villagers.
"Alright you oinker time to give up the girls. Lead us to them!"
"Gee Bulma," Rikku laughed tying a rope to Oolong so he couldn't run off. "You sure are brave now that Oolong's a pig again."
Bulma blushed. "Whatever, let's just go."
Oolong led the way glancing around nervously obviously tying to plan to escape. He still couldn't believe he lost to a girl. A girl, he reminded himself, who could break bricks apart with just a finger. Maybe he was doing the right thing. Those girls were giving him nothing but trouble anyway. Even when their parents arrived at his mansion they ignored them indulging themselves in their fancy drinks, exocise tapes, and fancy make up.
"Please take them off my hands!"
Rikku would never understand other girls. According to Bulma, who was oggling over their newest dragon ball, all girls liked to dress up with fancy clothes and make up unless they were tom boys. Well then call her a tom boy because she didn't see the purpose in wearing all that stuff.
With some persuasion Bulma convinced Oolong to travel with them in search of the dragon balls. Oolong unable to resist Bulma's pretty face and female physique agreed. Bulma figured that Oolong's transforming powers could come in handy.
"So Bulma where's the next dragon ball from here?" Rikku asked stretching out on the seat of the boat that would take them down the river.
"Let me see," Bulma paused her driving the boat to pull out her map and look at the distance. "It's pretty far Rikku. We have to go down the river trail to a place called the Diablo Desert. It's a long stretch of Desert too."
"The Diablo desert! You have to be kidding me! That's the home of a bandit!"
"A bandit?" Rikku looked at him interested now.
"That's right his name is Yamcha the Desert Bandit. He's a martial arts expert who uses the desert as his base. He claimed it as his territory and slaughtered all who tried to pass through there!"
"Sound like one unhappy bandit. I can't wait to challenge him!"
That went a little longer than planned. Oh well I enjoyed it. I hope I didn't sketch the details too much guys! Next chapter: Desert Danger! Please Review!