Dragon Ball: Space Adventures

About as well it could have gone IV

It was deafening, roaring and alive. Thousands of people passed each other by the second, moving and stopping to buy bags filled with vegetables that reminded him of potatoes, but instead of that it was green and had this strange rocky form to it that seemed like the surface of an asteroid more than something raised from the ground. What was this thing that was sold by the dozen, and that no soul seemed to find anything wrong with it despite the fact that it was filled with the dirt that it had been birthed less than a few days ago?
The whole thing reminded him of those times the boy accompanied the women of the village to the market in order to sell the clothes and whatever the fields have given. Uub used to stand around doing his best trying to help the women sell everything they had brought while also keeping an eye open for any possible thieves. That was his side, his place—looking at the people passing until dawn when they'd all return home to prepare dinner for the men of the village. So now, on the other side, all he could think of was how odd it was to be on the other side, being the ones who judgingly watches at all the city has to offer no different than the king who watches the tournaments and the food that's deposited on his table to eat alone. But in spite of everything, it was nice the change of air. Even if he worriedly looked around in alert, crashing with the eyes of a thousand beings as he went on, even if he couldn't understand a word or any plan any of them might had or even if he had to keep carrying Bulla's new clothes that threatened to keep rising until they blocked out the sun—It was just like back home, surrounded by an ever moving crowds of townsfolk going on their daily escapades to buy stuff. The girl hadn't wasted a moment ever since they landed, going place to place in search of the best she could find. He had to give it to her, she knew how to trade, and even how to bargain with such utter confidence that you'd be surprise to learn they had only landed here maybe two hours ago. Now, the girl argued with a ruthless seller with a grey beard who refused any type of interchange from, and what Uub gathered "How are you not interested in these precious gems?" she said with her tongue almost leaving her mouth in astonishment. She tried everything, she even flew up in the pile above, moved around some of the clothes and shoot down with a large and beautiful blue skirt, and with what Uub gathered, the girl tried again; "how about this precious skirt, made out of the greatest and purest wool of this kingdom?"
But the man didn't bulge, he shook his head with an immobile stare and both arms crossed.
At last, the girl gave up, but she made him swear he'd keep the cloth right there, and so the girl went on searching around for something, because for the past thirty minutes she hadn't uttered a word to him. Bulla was sunk deep into her task of finding clothes and only looking back to throw them at him to carry them, almost as if she instinctively knew Uub would open both arms and gladly carry the ever growing, never stopping tower of clothes that waved in the skies with all the colors of the rainbow and more. And for a moment, the boy allowed himself a moment of momentary replier, and asked himself with complete honesty why he had caught them in the first place. After some seconds, he came to a brutal conclusion—he had no clue. It was a heartbreaking conclusion, but he didn't have time to dwell on it any longer, for the blue-haired girl had already lunged straight into a store filled with spices. He watched outside from the window the how the place was filled with bags with small little grains of a yellow color that reminded him of beans all standing alongside each other like trees in rows. The rocky floor beneath resounded ever step like water hitting the ceiling of his home, and how Eschalot had already reached the wooden counter and had now established an amicable conversation to a severely stunned individual with a large belly and a rusty face who tried his best to make sense with what was ahead. Uub, continuing doing what he had learned to do from the past half-an-hour, examined her actions and saw how the interchange was for a bag of salt in change for a pink gem.
The man, staring directly into the gem, immediately agreed and with the same decision in her eyes. And like a lighting strike the earth, Bulla Eschalot Briefs rushed back towards the same being. Like a tiger she pounced away from the door and jumped into the skies coolly moving across the air in exercise she seemed to have done a million times before, and landed in front of the clerk who somehow seemed exceedingly uncaring for what rightfully was the most unique event on everyone's life's up to this point.
At last, and having acquired what he wanted, he reluctantly gifted away the dress for the salt. The girl was ecstatic, for another lovely thing bought, and the boy, as impressed as he was, couldn't really understand the necessity of buying even more things. It wasn't like they had expended—Uub looked into the skies for the sun—like an hour searching for vital things like food or medicine or any other important supplies, no, they had basically gone shopping as far as he was concerned, he really couldn't understand why he had chosen to go along or why she cared so much about them— they were just clothes after all. He was very comfortable with the few pairs of clothes he had. A couple of robes, some pants, does a man need anything more in life? What is the purpose of expending vital time and money in getting more things than one will ever need? He didn't know, he thought maybe it was a women thing—To be so interested in something as menial as clothing, and it wasn't like he wasn't interested in how he dressed, to the contrary, Uub always strived to be an extremely clean person. After a long day of training and working, the boy always made sure to go to the nearby river and clean himself of all stench and grain and dust that may still be in his body—Not only that, but he'd always made sure his clothes were clean, expending as much time in the waters cleaning his clothes as the women in the town did. It mattered to him, because he wasn't just some simpleton of nowhere—he was Uub, the protector of his village and a known and respected warrior of the island. If he smelled, looked dirty or even slightly filthy what would the people say of his home? That he was a horse-shit smelling unclean dumbass from a village forgotten by the grace of the gods? He carried their name with him, it was his duty to be the best he could be. That wasn't always easy, but he had to try, by Kami he had to.
Suddenly, Bulla turned around and stared deep into his eyes, the movement surprised him, as those blue shining eyes reminded him of diamonds instead of a young girl, they were terrifyingly inhuman.
—Would you be interested in an orange fabric? I think it would match your outfit.
The boy pondered as he tried to look away from those pupils.
—No, I'm alright.
—Oh c'mon, It's a gift.
—Really, it is not necessary.
—Shut up and accept my gift!
Bulla grabbed a beautiful orange fabric from the pile that Uub had no idea when it had even landed there and lunged forward. It's orange wool looked like a soft valley of flowers and the curves intoned like a cat's spine. Without a single care, she implanted it on his neck, and let it roll around his back like a waterfall.
It was soft like a recently bathed dog, where all the hairs are shining like a soft fire under the night, as if he could close his eyes and sleep alongside the cream clouds in the skies
—See! It looks good on you.
He agreed, but now, looking at his remaining clothes, he realized they didn't match. He'd had to get something to find the right angles and color combinations. His brown and white clothes fitted like an oversized glove, the texture of the clothes itself revealed such difference that it was harmful to the open eye, and calling his pants white would be an insult to the color that so bravely painted the world. They were worn out, used, beaten to a pulp then left on the middle of the street to rot and for the animals to pee on it and for the rain to wash away into the caves forever. That was not an exaggeration, that scarf looked so much better than it was frightening him. He had to do something about it, the boy began looking around, he had to get something that matched, or at the very least didn't look like a ragged piece of crap.
—You wouldn't happen to have something else for me?
—I'm glad you ask, here, I thought of this just for you!
Uub didn't know what that even meant, and he was quite scared for himself. The girl rose upwards, and for a few moments webbed the tower in search for something, and moments later, she lunged down, with his new outfit in mind.
It was simple, it matched, and he was frankly surprised of how nice it was.
—Go put them on.
She said with a smile.
The boy returned a few minutes later, having come back from the forest where he changed with the new pair of clothes, and realizing the girl hadn't lied, mostly because the clothes fit him like a glove. From below, he boasted of a carbon colored pair of pants that perfectly stopped right near the foot, being hold in place by a dark obi, where the orange fabric went through like a makeshift skirt and all the way around her left shoulder, where near the obscure shirt coolly rested.
Eschalot didn't say a word, she limited to smile and victoriously raise her left hand near her cheek.
—Thank you.
He said to her, for he looked great. He still thought buying clothes was for women, but he wasn't going to deny the importance of matching cloths.
At last, they flew away and stood beside the river as the water flew calmly by, hugged by the soft sound of the crystalline waves. Bulla was admiring her new stuff one by one, and Uub, who was still doing all the carrying, felt like a man who could breathe again. These past hours had given him a new found sense of peace the trip had so easily erased from him. Maybe if the rest of the travel was like this than maybe he could get used to it.