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Last Season on Dragon Ball IJ:
Goku and Bulma's journey to find the Dragon Balls took a turn as the mighty Ox King sent his daughter Chichi to accompany her new intended on his journey. After a hare-raising confrontation with Boss Carrot, the team joined forces with the mighty Yamcha to confront Emperor Pilaf over the Dragon Balls.
Defeating Pilaf without the need for giant monkeys, Goku made an odd wish, giving Chichi and Bulma the tails he was sure they lacked. And as the band broke up, no one realized they had set Oolong on a trip to the dark side!
Reuniting with Master Roshi for training, Chichi and Goku soon met Krillin, a young monk far more attuned to the desires of the ancient master than themselves. With his aid they acquired Lunch, a pretty girl that met the Master's standards.
But Roshi ended up with more than he bargained for, as all it takes is one sneeze for this friendly bluenette to be replaced by the fierce blonde Launch. A bit of fast talking averted the gun-toting beauty's wrath, but landed Master Roshi with another student.
After long training, the four students would at Roshi's command enter the famed World Martial Arts Tournament to test their new skills and strength. Reuniting with Yamcha, Puar, Bulma and Ox King, the young warriors set out to meet this challenge.
Chichi was the first to fall against the enlightened warrior Nam. Who in turn would fall to Goku's tricky style and incredible strength.
Giran the tiny kaiju would prove no match for Launch, even with both hands tied behind her back!
Krillin would demonstrate youth and vigor falling to old age and trickery, faced with the old master Jackie Chun.
Yamcha overcame the sexy style of Ranfan to advance to the second round, only for him to not only lose to Launch but also lose the girl! Don't give up, Yamcha!
Jackie Chun would defeat Goku in a drawn out and harsh battle, but whether it was a difference in power and skill or fatigue, he ended up falling to Launch. Unsatisfied with her victory, Launch despite her new title would vow along with the others to train and grow stronger for the next tournament.
But even as they part on triumph, dark forces are afoot in the world. An evil army is hatching plots. Emperor Pilaf has sent his agent, Mai, to infiltrate the Kame School and acquire martial arts might for his evil ambitions. And Oolong, he of questionable relevance, is firmly on the side of evil!
What lies in wait for the world? Find out this season, on Dragon Ball IJ!
Dragon Ball Intended Season 2
Chapter One
A New Journey Begins
Find the Water Young Turtles!
They found Nam before the temple gates, as expected.
"Meditation, hmm?" Launch said, leaning over the man.
"You're lucky, Master Roshi didn't have you do that in your training," Goku said.
"I thank you for aiding me in returning to my village," Nam said. He got to his feet and put his hands together, giving a bow of gratitude, "And congratulation, Miss Launch, on your victory. I did not see it, I am afraid, as I had to prioritize my mission."
Launch turned her head and huffed.
"You didn't miss much. I only beat Chun because Goku here put him through the wringer first," Launch.
"She's not happy about winning," Goku whispered toward Nam. Launch gave an eye twitch and got a pepper pack out.
"Whatever, Lunch can have the commute, it's gonna be a tight squeeze anyway," Launch grumbled, ripping the pack open and inhaling.
"Achoo! Oh, Mr. Nam, I don't think we were formally introduced, my name is Lunch," Lunch said, offering her hand. Nam shook it, and Lunch checked her pockets and bag. Pulling out the blueberry muffin and a note, she read the one and offered the other to Nam.
"Here, Launch suggested you have this, as you might not have gotten breakfast."
"Oh, thank you. So, you truly do not know what the other knows, then?"
"Not at all," Lunch said with a smile.
"Nimbus!" Goku called. The golden cloud swept down, making Nam choke a bit on his muffin.
"Okay there?" Goku asked, hopping on the cloud. Nam nodded and finished the muffin, before stepping up to the cloud. He poked it hesitantly, as Lunch took a seat on it.
"I had heard legends that gods and saints could ride upon the clouds," he noted.
"Well, I can't speak for them, but apparently if your heart is pure enough, one can ride these. But then, Goku did get it from Master Roshi. Maybe he got it from someone else?" Lunch wondered.
"Get on; if you're not good enough, it's better to fall through while you're close to the ground."
'Of all the tests of virtue I might have expected, judgement by cloud didn't make the list. The stories I will have for the village,' Nam thought, carefully taking a seat on the magic cloud. It held his weight, but he blushed, having to scoot rather close to Lunch, who picked up Goku to put him in her lap to save room.
"I could have done that," Goku complained, looking back at her.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized, eyes closed and smiling.
"We ready to go? Master Roshi said you were in a hurry, so we'll go fast. Which was is your village?"
"Umm, that way," Nam said, assessing his surroundings before pointing.
"Here we go then!" Goku said. The Nimbus took off in a burst of speed, Goku grinning while the two adults cried out, Nam in surprise and fear, Lunch like she was on a rollercoaster.
That Night:
"You don't have to gather the firewood, Goku and I are both old hands at that," Lunch told Nam as he brought more while she prepared a pot for the campfire. They were on the edge of a forest of pine in the mountains, overlooking a plain stretching below them, cleaved by a winding river.
"Nonsense, you have done so much for me, this is a pittance by comparison. And as I said, you need not provide me with dinner, I have been trained to carry on for days without food if need be. The meat I ate before the tournament and our muffins mean I won't be needing anything for awhile."
"Just because you can do without doesn't mean you should. I'm sure your people will need you strong and ready when you get back." Lunch took the firewood and easily arranged it for the fire. Taking out a metal padlock and a flint, she began to strike sparks.
"I suppose that is true. To be honest, this feels too surreal. The tournament and meeting the Lord Muten Roshi, fulfilling my quest despite losing, and it seems now all may yet be well. It seems like something must go wrong."
Lunch frowned at that, while the kindling took the sparks and ignited.
"Don't be ungrateful for good fortune. Your home is hoping to be saved," she told him.
"…I apologize."
"…You can go ahead and ask, you know," Lunch sighed, poking the fire with a stick as it rose.
"Ask what?"
"What happened to make me like this. I learned early on that apparently people's minds split when something terrible happens to them. I guess it's common knowledge. And when people learn what me and Launch are, they want to know; even if they are being mean, they feel like they deserve it. Well, the truth is we've been what we are for as long as I can remember, and she says the same. It may be freaky, but it's just us," Lunch sighed.
Nam closed his eyes in thought before speaking.
"You do seem strange, two people in one body. But in my brief time in the wider world, I have seen so many strange things. I can only question if what I think of as normal is not merely another stripe of strange in some rainbow of normals across this world. You seem to be good people, so I see no reason to regard you any differently than young Son Goku with his tail."
"Oh, that's nice," Lunch said.
"Hey guys! Good news, I got venison, and since Nam doesn't like meat, I found mountain yams!" Goku said, dragging a deer corpse and burlap sack into the firelight as the night faded.
X X X
"Wow, so this is what a drought looks like. And I thought Brown County was dry," Lunch said as they flew high over the dry lands that Nam called home.
"Is that your home?" Nam asked.
"No, it's where I'm from," Lunch told him.
"It doesn't look as dry-looking as the desert Yamcha used to live in," Goku commented.
"Well, deserts are supposed to be dry, this land is meant to have some green to it, at least. It won't be long now, we should fly lower and follow that riverbed," Nam said, carefully leaning to point the direction to Goku.
Goku obeyed, and they flew in silence. About a story above ground level, they could better see the effects of the drought. Unlike the desert Goku remembered, the land had an abundance of plants; they were all dead, it looked like, though. Even the weeds looked to be drying up. The banks weren't empty either; buildings and what looked like farms popped up as they zoomed along. All deserted.
"There it is! I am home!" Nam said finally, pointing out a cluster of buildings coming up on their right.
"We did it!" Goku cheered.
Soon they were setting down on what Nam called the village green. As it was, it was a brown, flat expanse between the village huts and storehouses, and the dried farming fields.
"Nam, it is you!" a woman said, bursting from the gathered crowd. All the men wore headwraps like Nam, even the little boys. Though most of the men wore only a kind of white shorts, seemingly unworried over the sun, while the women's robes covered everything but their faces and hands, despite the heat.
"Mother," Nam greeted. He embraced the woman as murmurs went through the growing crowd.
"I knew you would return! Some feared if you failed, you would not come back out of shame. Your honor would never allow that, I told them."
"You honor me with your faith. Where are the children?" he asked, looking over the crowd. A new voice answered as his mother stepped back.
"In the shade. The situation has not improved in your absence, young Nam," a drooped elder with a long white beard and bushy brows said, emerging from the crowd, walking with the aid of a wooden staff.
"Elder, I fear I did not win the tournament." The elder sighed and nodded as the crowd went silent.
"It was always a faint hope, young Nam. I know you did your best. Sometimes we simply can't rise to the challenges fate puts before us."
"Wait, elder, my people, do not despair. What I failed to gain through might was given by the generosity of others. Behold!" Nam declared, taking out the capsule Roshi had given him.
"What's that, a piece of candy?" someone snarked from the crowd.
"Silence!" the elder snapped, staring intently at the capsule, "Nam, my eyes are not as keen as they were, and I fear my memory begins to follow, but is that a capsule, a dynacap?"
"It is, elder. Given to me by the hand of the Lord Muten Roshi himself."
"Truly?" the elder asked.
"My son would not lie," his mother stated in the front of the crowd.
"I would find it hard to believe, had you not come home riding a cloud! It's a Nimbus, isn't it? Called a Kintokun by some tribes, I believe. In my childhood, there were people who rode them, traveling the land, people of pure hearts. But they were few and became less. I have not seen one or even heard of one being seen since before my first gray hair," the elder said, stepping past Nam to look at the Nimbus.
"And my pardon. It seems we have guests and have been ignoring them. Greetings, I am Plaktu, elder of the village," The elder said, bowing to Lunch and Goku as best he could.
"I'm Goku, nice to meetcha," Goku answered.
"And I'm Lunch," Lunch said, waving.
"Well, I wish we could offer you some refreshment, but these days are quite tight for supplies," the elder smiled, before chuckling. Nam's eyes closed tightly, while the other villagers gave groans at the pun.
"Oh, you are a clever old fellow, aren't you," Lunch giggled.
"See! I am funny, it's you all that don't have good taste in comedy," the elder cheered, face lighting up.
"Nam, that capsule has water?" his mother pressed.
"It does, step back!" Nam commanded. Once the green was cleared, Nam pressed down on the capsule's button and tossed it into the air. In a burst of smoke, a white metal tank as large as a semi-truck was revealed. While the crowd ooed and awed over the sight, Nam went to the large spigot and smacked his hand on it.
"Bring forth the vessels, it is time the village and the fields drank again," Nam told them. A cheer rose from the crowd.
Around Noon:
Nam and the two Turtle students had joined Elder Plaktu in his house as the villagers continued to distribute the water after Nam instructed them in operating the tank.
Plaktu nodded at the teapot on his tiny stove and laid out a simpler but well-kept tea set on the low table in the center of the room on a faded carpet.
"What a wondrous day. To think, I'd have water enough to spare for a cup of tea, much less share it with guests and our hero," the elder said. Nam shook his head.
"As I told you, the true hero is the Lord Muten Roshi; he not only gave me the capsule, but enlightened me on how I could actually obtain the water. And Lunch and Goku are the reason I was able to return so quickly. My role was small in this."
"You'll have to excuse Nam; he's always been like this. His mother sent him to the temple in part because he was so prone to self-admonishment, she was sure he must have been a monk in every one of his past lives somehow," the elder chuckled.
Nam blushed a bit, while Lunch laughed and Goku looked at his empty cup doubtfully.
"Something wrong, young lad?" the elder asked.
"That's like coffee right, a bitter syrup? I don't like it."
"Goku, it would be rude to refuse," Lunch admonished.
"I'm not offended by polite honesty. But I do have another favor to ask of you. You see, just three days ago, a wandering peddler came through the village. We could only offer him shelter, but he was grateful and told us what he could of the wider world. And in particular, he mentioned he had passed close to where the river leaves the mountains. The banks are still green there, but he saw that the river has been blocked by a great rockslide. Stones jammed higher than any building he had ever seen, with only a trickle pouring over the top."
"The river is blocked?! How is that possible?" Nam questioned.
"I could not say, though as you may recall, the river while weakening did seem to dry up unusually quickly after awhile."
"If the stones were cleared, could the water reach us all the way here?" Nam asked.
"I can't say, but there are other villages who are closer who would benefit from it. Though why they haven't cleared it themselves, I couldn't say."
"Perhaps they don't know? Or maybe the stones are too hard to shift," Nam pondered.
"With the people weakened, it seemed foolish to investigate ourselves. Truthfully, if you didn't return soon, we planned on abandoning the region to seek a new home. But with this water, it may be worthwhile to send men to try and clear the river. And with the Nimbus, you three could have a look first in mere hours to see if it's possible."
"No problem. I'll break those rocks for ya," Goku said.
X X X
"This is no rockslide," Nam said, intently laying his hands on the stacked stones.
"Right, these stones were laid and mortared," Lunch said, tapping the dust-covered substance between the builders.
"Someone likes stacking rocks," Goku sad, craning his neck. He sat on the Nimbus while she and Nam stood on the bank. A stream of water fell over the top of the crude dam. So, this stretch of country was still watered, with the river flowing out into the wasteland it could no longer properly nourish.
"Someone is hoarding water in this time of crisis. And it was no quick act of foolishness, this took time and effort to build," Nam said, trying to keep from gritting his teeth.
"Well, let's find out who's hoarding," Lunch suggested. Before Nam could reply, the bluenette had grabbed onto the dam and started climbing at a quick clip.
"Guess she was tired of riding. Wanna head up?" Goku asked Nam.
X X X
Pulling herself over the top of the dam, Lunch blinked and looked around a second time.
"Wow, a little water does go a long way," she noted. The banks of the artificial lake were lush, with leafy trees, bushes, and verdant grass. The air even felt cooler, she was certain, compared to the land below.
And she wasn't alone.
"Hey, we've seen those guys before," Goku said, floating up on the Nimbus with Nam. He was pointing to the creatures lounging on the shore and swimming in the lake.
"Yes, like that fellow Launch fought," Lunch agreed.
"Giran. To think such creatures were living so close to my own village," Nam pondered, stepping off of the cloud onto the dam.
"Welcome to Dos Kaijuuda Resort. What would you like?" one of the creatures wearing a red bowtie asked, flapping over to them.
"I would like the water you are stealing back," Nam snapped.
"Er, so you want to speak with management, then?" the fellow sweatdropped.
X X X
Management turned out to be a group of the winged rubbery creatures by the shore of the lake, wearing ties and one without a tie who seemed to be older. Well, they assumed; he was the only one to look very different to their eyes, with a grayish faded cast to his colors and lines on his face that put them in mind of wrinkles.
"So, you're another chump from downstream," the elder stated to Nam. The trio stood before the group, their backs to the water.
"Correct. There have been others?"
"Yeah, whiners who didn't have the brains to take charge instead of letting the drought have its way with them."
"The drought wouldn't be so bad if you hadn't done this," Nam stated bluntly.
"Well, excuse us for looking after our needs!"
Nam turned and pointed to one of the tribe's members floating by, sitting in an innertube, sipping a bright red drink while wearing sunglasses.
"Needs?" Nam stressed.
"Okay, perhaps we should negotiate?" the elder said, crossing his arms.
"Ah, thank you."
"First condition, the dam stays where it is, how it is. And we decide who we sell water to, for how much," the elder said, to applause from his cronies.
"…That is not negotiating!" Nam snapped.
"If you'd rather get tossed out of here with your woman and brat, by all means," the elder chuckled.
"Gramps, wait!" a voice called. Another creature landed in the midst of the meeting. He immediately grabbed their attention with how he was dressed. Namely, he wore a brown fedora hat over his crest, a light brown sweater vest with a red pattern on it over a white shirt, and hipster glasses.
"Girard, what are you doing? And didn't I tell you never to call me that when I'm in a meeting?!" the elder frowned at the new arrival, who cringed.
"Listen, you don't want to mess with these people. They're not just civilians you can throw your weight around with; they all made it to the main tournament in the Budokai," Girard said, pushing his glasses back up his snout.
"Really? A pair of yokels and a chick?" Gramps drawled, looking unimpressed at Girard.
"That 'chick' gave me this," Girard said, turning to show bandages on his neck.
"…Didn't you say it was a crazy blonde that sent you screaming out of the tournament like a wimp?" Gramps asked, sitting down on a rock and snapping his fingers.
"She was in her stage persona, but listen, you shouldn't… Oh never mind, you guys never listen to me," Girard facepalmed. Pulling his hand away, he pointed to Nam and the others, "Listen, could you come to my house and talk? You won't get anywhere here."
"Wait, you're Giran?" Nam asked, Goku catching up, followed by Lunch.
"Well, not when there's no show," Girard said, rubbing the back of his neck.
X X X
The village wasn't far, as it turned out. Most of the buildings were stone, mortared together much as the dam had been, and big enough to accommodate the nonhuman residents. The home they ended up in, though, was a rounded capsule house, also made for the size of its owner.
"I'm not exactly popular around here, so I'm afraid other than water, milk and tea, I don't have anything to offer company," Girard, also known as Giran, said once they were seated in his parlor. All of them felt rather out of place in the posh blue-themed decor. Even the tea set he was using so delicately despite the thing being human-sized was ornate and seemingly silver.
"You like it? I inherited it from my grandmother. The gnomes were hers too," he said, gesturing to a cabinet where a bunch of bearded figurines with pointy hats were displayed.
"Man, I liked you better before," Goku remarked, sniffing the tea, untrusting.
"So, you're an actor?" Lunch asked.
"Oh, that's what I wanted to be! To dazzle on the screen, to move the audience with my drama or send them to jollity with witty humor or a bit of slapstick. But there's not much call in the business for guys like me, except as monsters of varying size. I made a run of that, hoping I'd get enough interest they'd let me try for another part. But after the Revenge of Giran's Return, even my agent said I'd never be more than a B-lister of cheap movies. A friend suggested I go into pro-wrestling, and while it's not what I wanted, my career has been respectable as a heel. Some merch, a bit of a following. I entered the Budokai hoping to boost my reputation. I wasn't counting on you having an even better heel act, miss. You put my Kayfabe to shame," he said, nodding to Lunch, smiling.
"Huh?" Lunch went.
"I checked in after the tournament with work. You could really get a following with your skills and looks. That champion status ain't nothing to sneeze at, either. I know it might be beneath the dignity of some martial artists, but the money will beat out tournaments easy with checks per match and a good merchandizing deal."
"Mr. Girard, if we can turn to the subject of the dam?" Nam stated stonily, before sipping his own tea.
"Ah. Well, just to be clear, we didn't cause the drought. Gramps started the dam because of it. Though back then, they weren't making it nearly so big. I mean, Gramps has flooded our old docks and everything with this excess. He claims turning it into a resort will make that money back… He tends to get carried away. Seriously, last time I was home, the dam was much smaller; I never thought he'd go this far. And most of my people, well, they tend to be followers or the ones who push the followers around."
"And you?"
"The werido who left to pursue the performing arts degree everyone told him was a bad idea."
"That dam is held together with that gum like you used against Launch, right? So can't you just spit it away like you did back at the tournament?" Goku asked.
"It's not that simple. Each one of us has a unique gum and unique solvent. Gramps wasn't patient enough to have one or just a few of us do it, seems he had everyone with gum in their gut spitting it up as mortar to save time. He's kind of bluffing at this point; me and others have tried dissolving it, but the gum seems to have fused into some kind of super gum now. The solvent hardly does a thing. Maybe if we all got together to do it… But believe me, you won't get this lot to agree that much on anything, especially when so many of them don't care so long as they are enjoying themselves."
"So you're saying the dam is indestructible?" Nam pressed. Girard met his gaze, looked away, and nodded.
"I bet I can Kamehameha it away," Goku said.
"Really?" Lunch asked.
"Sure, Master Roshi blew up a mountain, breaking a dam shouldn't be that bad if I go all out."
"Uh, maybe only break half of it, if you can. I don't think a major flash-flood would be good for the neighborhood either," Girard sweatdropped.
"Can you truly do this?" Nam asked hopefully.
"Sure, I can stand on the Nimbus and pick the best spot. But we should probably get all the swimming dragon people out of the way first."
Soon:
"So, let me get this straight. You want us to clear out of our resort so you can demolish it?" Gramps the little kaiju said in front of the assembled tribe to a nervous Girard and the visitors.
"Uh huh, don't want to blow you guys away," Goku said
"Blow us away? Ha! Just because this art school fake fighter got his tail handed to him, don't think you've seen what a bunch of real monsters can do! Okay boys and girls, throw these scrubs out!" the elder commanded.
"Sorry," Girard said, stepping back and shoving his hat down over his eyes.
Five Minutes Later:
Girard pulled his hat back up to see Nam shoving down the very bruised Gramps while Lunch slid down from a pile of groaning tribe members. Still more stood off to the side, waving tiny white flags.
"It's times like this, I'm so glad wrestling is fake," he muttered.
"Man, that didn't even look fun. Can I break the dam now?" Goku asked Girard.
"You people can do what you want, I think," Girard said.
Hours Later:
Elder Plaktu smiled widely at the stream flowing in the riverbed outside the village.
"What a lovely sight," he said.
"Are you sure, I think it's only about as thick as my leg, and not deep enough to cover my foot," Lunch said, standing beside him on the bank with the other former tournament contestants.
"After it was barren so long, this is a fine omen. Some of our crops are lost, it's true, but we will endure. And Mr. Girard, your gifts are not needed," Plaktu said.
"Oh, it's just the cans from my pantry, sir, it's probably literally the least I can do after the troubles Gramps has caused. Besides, might be best for me to stay away from my own village for a bit. So, no use with food spoiling in the pantry, right?"
"Regardless, thanks are in order. It's to your credit you have not embraced the selfish brutishness of your tribe," Nam commented.
"Uh, you really did see them at their worst there, believe me, there's more to them than just acting like my Giran persona."
"Well, is there anything else?" Goku asked.
"I don't think so Goku, and knowing you, it's almost time to eat and these nice folks shouldn't deal with our appetites," Lunch commented.
"You are leaving so soon?" Plaktu asked.
"Why not?" Goku asked. Nam laughed a bit at that.
"Elder, I think this boy may be a bit closer to enlightenment than all of us by simply being himself. Take no offense, it's his nature I think to chase one goal after another with little reprieve."
"What's that mean, Lunch?"
"He's saying that you're a busy boy. So, Mt. Paozu now?"
"Yeah, I should probably take some time to fix up Grandpa's house."
"Hold on," Girard said, stepping over. He handed Lunch a business card, to her puzzlement.
"If you ever change your mind about getting into the wrestling business give me a call. I mean it, you could be big, why you could play a heel and a face," he said.
"Uh, sure," Lunch sweatdropped, pocketing the card.
X X X
"This is it, I'm home!" Goku cheered as he and Lunch flew through the sky on the Nimbus.
"Wow, it's beautiful, Goku," Lunch said. Mountains rose up, great rock formations jutting above the spread of the forest with their own green covering. And a brilliant blue river flowed between them. As they flew lower, the sounds and smells of the woodlands filled her senses.
'It's so unlike Brown County; that place was half-full at best, it felt like, and everything had a leanness to it, but this place, the cup's overflowing.'
"Let's see, this way!" Goku said, pointing and the Nimbus obeying. Even from the air, it took some doing to find the house. Lunch looked it over on the outside, while Goku poked with his foot at the tall grass and other plants turning his yard into a meadow.
"Huh, never seen it do that before," Goku nodded.
"Well Goku, you can't just leave something unattended and expect it to be okay when you get back. But it doesn't look like anything we can't fix with some elbow grease and maybe some stuff from town?"
"I guess."
"Well, I've been in the saddle for quite awhile, I'll get Launch out," Lunch said, grabbing a tall pollen-ridden flower and plucking it out of the ground to shake under her nose.
"Achoo! …So, this your place, Goku? Dang, it's shrimpier than I expected, guess it's just the right size for you, huh squirt," the blonde said, turning her attention to the house.
"Yeah, but these little trees are new," Goku said, tapping a sprout in the tall grass with his foot.
"That'll happen. So, you still want to stick around here to train until the Dragon Radar starts working?" she asked, easily uprooting one of the tiny trees with just two fingers.
"Uh-huh, I'd like to show you two all the best spots here, and my Grandpa did training here too," he said.
"Then let's splurge tonight on our supplies for a feast, before we start living off the land, eh?" Launch said, pulling out one of her capsules.
X X X
And so began a time of training for Goku and the twins. Climbing the mountains with their turtle shells, but also rocks tied to the ankles and wrists. Fighting the coal tigers blindfolded. And mastering cooking after leaving civilization, with only the ingredients nature has to offer.
"Tastes lousy," Goku stuck out his tongue at the soup. Launch smacked him over the head with the spoon. Looking at the broken spoon, she frowned.
"Get carving a new soup spoon,"
"Okay."
And other activities.
"The trick to fishing here is using your tail. The big fish love to eat monkeys," Goku said, sitting on a rock in the river with his tail wiggling in the water.
"Heh, role-reversal, eh? But as I don't have a tail, I'll just be fishing with this," Launch said, tossing a baseball-sized rock idly.
Author's Note:
Well we are back. Greetings to any new readers, you might want to go read season one first. To returning readers, welcome back. Glad to have you all.
This season is already written out a rough draft, so i plan on continuing the weekly release format. And this chapter will be quite bit longer.
Long days and pleasant nights to you all.