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Match 1
MozillaVulpix vs dae428
Written by MozillaVulpix
Spoiler:
Sometimes, it’s the small things in life that are the hardest.
You’d think that having to master a legendary sword that I could scarcely lift without going Super Saiyan would be the most difficult thing of all, but that feels like nothing compared to what I'm having to do now - just sitting still for a day.
It’s been 6 hours since the ‘ritual’ started – the strange dance that the Elder Kaioshin has performed on me that will supposedly increase my power beyond my own limitations. I don’t feel any different. Not yet. In all honesty, I’m starting to believe that this entire thing is some kind of joke the Kaioshin is pulling on us – some kind of petty revenge after being trapped in that sword for who knows how long. But Majin Buu is apparently ravaging Earth. Even if this ritual does nothing, we have to at least try. My father has returned to the Otherworld. If the Fusion technique that he was telling me about fails, then I’m the only one left to stop Majin Buu from destroying anything else. And I know, in my current state, I’m no match for him.
So now, all I have to do is wait. Wait and sit still.
I thought I was a very patient person, but 6 hours is a long time, and calculating it, I have…19 hours to go. 19 hours of sitting down, doing absolutely nothing, while this ritual continues.
19 hours? When I hear that, my heart drops in disappointment. It feels like it's been going on for ages, but I’m not even a third of the way through yet!
Turning my head, I’m just looking at my surroundings, trying to see if anything is happening. Trying to find anything that can catch my attention. But I can't see anything. The planet of the Kaioshin is quite unusual, with its pink sky and blue-ish grass. It sort of reminds me of Namek. And, like Namek, I haven’t seen another inhabitant anywhere. It’s totally devoid of life, besides the strange ensemble that I’ve ended up with.
My dead father, busy sleeping under a tree. The younger Kaioshin and his servant Kibito, their attention solely focused on me, Kaioshin's eyes brimming with hope. And the Elder Kaioshin, sitting in front of me, magazine under him, arms outstretched, his eyelids dropping, as if he's about to fall asleep.
I wish I could fall asleep. But if I do, I'm probably going to end up outside the circle. And what would happen if the ritual was finished and I was still sleeping? I have to be ready to get back to Earth the moment it finishes.
I don't want to complain, but this isn't exactly the most comfortable experience. I'm tired, my legs are cramped, and...to be honest...I'm bored.
It's a horrible thing to say. Majin Buu is ravaging the world, and I have no idea what's happening to everyone I care about. My mother and brother, my friends, Videl. They could all be dead, for all I know! But here, on this planet...it's so far away. The Earth is but a distant dream. If I just close my eyes, it's so easy to believe that my father's warnings are nothing more than fantasies, that everything is fine, that this ritual is nothing more than a favour the Elder Kaioshin is bestowing on us, as opposed to a key to saving the planet and probably the universe.
I really want to believe that's true. I wish it was true.
But I have a nagging feeling that, in the end, it'll all come down to me.
I've already failed once before. And this time, everyone's counting on me. I'm their last hope.
...how much longer? Oh, right. 19 hours. I almost forgot.
It's making me fidgety. Realising how much longer I need to wait before I can do anything. Before I can help. It's almost starting to get to me. Just knowing that I can only sit here for hours, unable to do anything, hardly able to move.
I wonder if you could defeat Majin Buu through boredom? If a half-Saiyan can still be bothered by it, what about a magically-created monster like him? I think I'm only now realising how powerful this force is. I could destroy planets, but having to sit still is keeping me on edge.
In the distance, the younger Kaioshin meets my eyes. He gives what seems to be an encouraging smile.
I try and smile back.
I can get through this. I will get through this.
And when this is all over...Majin Buu won't know what hit him.
You’d think that having to master a legendary sword that I could scarcely lift without going Super Saiyan would be the most difficult thing of all, but that feels like nothing compared to what I'm having to do now - just sitting still for a day.
It’s been 6 hours since the ‘ritual’ started – the strange dance that the Elder Kaioshin has performed on me that will supposedly increase my power beyond my own limitations. I don’t feel any different. Not yet. In all honesty, I’m starting to believe that this entire thing is some kind of joke the Kaioshin is pulling on us – some kind of petty revenge after being trapped in that sword for who knows how long. But Majin Buu is apparently ravaging Earth. Even if this ritual does nothing, we have to at least try. My father has returned to the Otherworld. If the Fusion technique that he was telling me about fails, then I’m the only one left to stop Majin Buu from destroying anything else. And I know, in my current state, I’m no match for him.
So now, all I have to do is wait. Wait and sit still.
I thought I was a very patient person, but 6 hours is a long time, and calculating it, I have…19 hours to go. 19 hours of sitting down, doing absolutely nothing, while this ritual continues.
19 hours? When I hear that, my heart drops in disappointment. It feels like it's been going on for ages, but I’m not even a third of the way through yet!
Turning my head, I’m just looking at my surroundings, trying to see if anything is happening. Trying to find anything that can catch my attention. But I can't see anything. The planet of the Kaioshin is quite unusual, with its pink sky and blue-ish grass. It sort of reminds me of Namek. And, like Namek, I haven’t seen another inhabitant anywhere. It’s totally devoid of life, besides the strange ensemble that I’ve ended up with.
My dead father, busy sleeping under a tree. The younger Kaioshin and his servant Kibito, their attention solely focused on me, Kaioshin's eyes brimming with hope. And the Elder Kaioshin, sitting in front of me, magazine under him, arms outstretched, his eyelids dropping, as if he's about to fall asleep.
I wish I could fall asleep. But if I do, I'm probably going to end up outside the circle. And what would happen if the ritual was finished and I was still sleeping? I have to be ready to get back to Earth the moment it finishes.
I don't want to complain, but this isn't exactly the most comfortable experience. I'm tired, my legs are cramped, and...to be honest...I'm bored.
It's a horrible thing to say. Majin Buu is ravaging the world, and I have no idea what's happening to everyone I care about. My mother and brother, my friends, Videl. They could all be dead, for all I know! But here, on this planet...it's so far away. The Earth is but a distant dream. If I just close my eyes, it's so easy to believe that my father's warnings are nothing more than fantasies, that everything is fine, that this ritual is nothing more than a favour the Elder Kaioshin is bestowing on us, as opposed to a key to saving the planet and probably the universe.
I really want to believe that's true. I wish it was true.
But I have a nagging feeling that, in the end, it'll all come down to me.
I've already failed once before. And this time, everyone's counting on me. I'm their last hope.
...how much longer? Oh, right. 19 hours. I almost forgot.
It's making me fidgety. Realising how much longer I need to wait before I can do anything. Before I can help. It's almost starting to get to me. Just knowing that I can only sit here for hours, unable to do anything, hardly able to move.
I wonder if you could defeat Majin Buu through boredom? If a half-Saiyan can still be bothered by it, what about a magically-created monster like him? I think I'm only now realising how powerful this force is. I could destroy planets, but having to sit still is keeping me on edge.
In the distance, the younger Kaioshin meets my eyes. He gives what seems to be an encouraging smile.
I try and smile back.
I can get through this. I will get through this.
And when this is all over...Majin Buu won't know what hit him.
Spoiler:
“When I was younger I was pretty aimless I guess. Just drifting from place to place with my sister. Back then everything always felt so empty... And plain... And boring... Really, really fuck-...”
“Kids in the room.”
“Freaking boring. Sure we had fun every now and then, but those were just short highs that never really amounted to anything. Two punk kids who ran away from home. That's what we were. I thought I wanted to be free. Free from mom's nagging and dad's beatings. But freedom... it's kind of boring when you get around to it. Maybe that's why I don't mind it too much now when I look back to that moment when that geezer kidnapped us and made us into cyborgs.
“What? You're a cyborg!? That explains a lot of things...”
“Still hated that guy for messing with us. That's why I freaking ki..! ...Don't... like... talking about him much anymore. I'll uh, I'll tell you whatever happened with the old geezer later...”
“No. Tell me now. ”
“Anyways, it wasn't all that bad.”
“Are you ignoring me?”
“Actually kind of nice...”
“You're ignoring me...”
“We had our first objective in years which was actually kind of fun to try to complete. Kind of like playing Dragon Quest without the annoying grinding. (By the way, I'm really hating the new artwork for the new games. It's like the character designer isn't even trying anymore... Everyone looks anorexic.) We met a cool mohawked guy, who would later introduce me to the park where I met you. Best of all, I got to drive around in a truck for a bit and fu- mess with the cops. In a way that cruddy geezer was the best thing that happened to me. Course that doesn't mean I'll ever forgive the prick for what he did to me and my sis and what he planned to have us be, but you know? End result? Eh, can't complain.”
“Seriously, what went on with you and that old man?”
“I'll tell you on your Birthday.”
“You know, you're really lucky I'm so tolerant about all this... Any other girl probably would have left you a long, long time ago.”
“Duly noted. Well after a couple of crazy stuff came and went regarding our objective and the old man's schemes, I kind of lost touch with my sis. I mean, I tracked her down eventually, but it looked like she found a guy and she seemed really happy. You know, It was my idea to ditch our parents back then. I thought I'd be a pretty big fucking prick if I asked her to hang out with me again. So I left and eventually things went back to how they were before I met the old man. Everything got boring again really fast. Later on #16 found me and took me bird watching... I'm pretty sure you know the rest. There! You happy! Life story done! Merry Christmas!
“Thanks for telling me. You should visit your sister sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah... I'll get to it eventually...”
“Can I come too?”
“Hell no! It's too frigging embarrassing if she found out what's going on with me... Man I've got three kids and I'm living a wholesome family life in the middle of woods... How the heck did that happen!”
“Well, at least life's not so boring now right?”
“You kidding me?! All I do these days is walk around the forest for hours on end and look for poachers. You don't even let me drive anymore because I accidentally hit a tree that one time. It's even more boring than when I was traveling around with my sister! But, you know, it's not really a bad kind of boring at all. I really like this boring life with you and the kids. Better than following the whims of a creepy old man.”
“Seriously, you cut out all the best bits of your story... Lame...”
“Whatever! It's not like I planned this whole story out in advance! I'm just saying everything as it comes to my mind! Cut me some slack!”
“Kids in the room.”
“Freaking boring. Sure we had fun every now and then, but those were just short highs that never really amounted to anything. Two punk kids who ran away from home. That's what we were. I thought I wanted to be free. Free from mom's nagging and dad's beatings. But freedom... it's kind of boring when you get around to it. Maybe that's why I don't mind it too much now when I look back to that moment when that geezer kidnapped us and made us into cyborgs.
“What? You're a cyborg!? That explains a lot of things...”
“Still hated that guy for messing with us. That's why I freaking ki..! ...Don't... like... talking about him much anymore. I'll uh, I'll tell you whatever happened with the old geezer later...”
“No. Tell me now. ”
“Anyways, it wasn't all that bad.”
“Are you ignoring me?”
“Actually kind of nice...”
“You're ignoring me...”
“We had our first objective in years which was actually kind of fun to try to complete. Kind of like playing Dragon Quest without the annoying grinding. (By the way, I'm really hating the new artwork for the new games. It's like the character designer isn't even trying anymore... Everyone looks anorexic.) We met a cool mohawked guy, who would later introduce me to the park where I met you. Best of all, I got to drive around in a truck for a bit and fu- mess with the cops. In a way that cruddy geezer was the best thing that happened to me. Course that doesn't mean I'll ever forgive the prick for what he did to me and my sis and what he planned to have us be, but you know? End result? Eh, can't complain.”
“Seriously, what went on with you and that old man?”
“I'll tell you on your Birthday.”
“You know, you're really lucky I'm so tolerant about all this... Any other girl probably would have left you a long, long time ago.”
“Duly noted. Well after a couple of crazy stuff came and went regarding our objective and the old man's schemes, I kind of lost touch with my sis. I mean, I tracked her down eventually, but it looked like she found a guy and she seemed really happy. You know, It was my idea to ditch our parents back then. I thought I'd be a pretty big fucking prick if I asked her to hang out with me again. So I left and eventually things went back to how they were before I met the old man. Everything got boring again really fast. Later on #16 found me and took me bird watching... I'm pretty sure you know the rest. There! You happy! Life story done! Merry Christmas!
“Thanks for telling me. You should visit your sister sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah... I'll get to it eventually...”
“Can I come too?”
“Hell no! It's too frigging embarrassing if she found out what's going on with me... Man I've got three kids and I'm living a wholesome family life in the middle of woods... How the heck did that happen!”
“Well, at least life's not so boring now right?”
“You kidding me?! All I do these days is walk around the forest for hours on end and look for poachers. You don't even let me drive anymore because I accidentally hit a tree that one time. It's even more boring than when I was traveling around with my sister! But, you know, it's not really a bad kind of boring at all. I really like this boring life with you and the kids. Better than following the whims of a creepy old man.”
“Seriously, you cut out all the best bits of your story... Lame...”
“Whatever! It's not like I planned this whole story out in advance! I'm just saying everything as it comes to my mind! Cut me some slack!”
Match 2
Kamiccolo9 vs LightBing
Written by Kamiccolo9
Spoiler:
So....this is how it feels to be at the top.
I have completed laying the ground for the Games. As I wait in the arena that I have built for my tournament, I take a moment to muse upon what exactly it is that I have become. I have achieved my goal. I have become Perfect.
Perfect.
But what does that even mean?
I have become so much more than the being that was developed in Doctor Gero's laboratory. More than the shell that emerged-the chrysalis that contained as-yet unheard of greatness. More than the lithe, powerful creature that fed on the extracts of the unknowing participants to my perfection. Even more than the uncouth brute I became after achieving half of my goal, and no longer having any need for guile. It is undeniable that I am simply....more.
But where does that leave me?
In my time as a lesser being, I had a purpose: Perfection. I was not complete, but at least I had something to work towards. I had peers. But now?
Now, I am a God among insects.
My lesser brethren were created to slay Goku, but, truth be told, I don't care about that. He's not even worth the effort to the transcendent being that I have become. He's just a momentary distraction.
Honestly, this whole tournament is.
As I wait for my Games to begin, I find it impossible to get excited. This tournament is an excuse for me to hold off finding a new purpose. Honestly, I have no idea what I will do after that point.
I find it hard to even care.
I think back to my duel with Piccolo. My humiliation at the hands of Vegeta. True, I was outmatched, but at least it got my blood boiling. Now? Who could possibly muster up the strength to challenge me?
No one. No one at all.
I almost want to curse my creator. For all his brilliance, he was a shortsighted man. He did not foresee his betrayal at the hands of his own creation, nor did he prepare for the eventuality that I would actually achieve my goal. It is almost like....like....
Gero, did you not believe that I would be able to become Perfect? Am I....incomplete?
No...that cannot be it. Something as Perfect as myself simply cannot be unfinished. I strike the thought from my mind.
I turn my thoughts once again to my tournament.
I could stretch it out, I suppose. Goku will be the main attraction. I can save him for last.
But what would be the point, really? The Saiyan will be no real challenge, and none of his compatriots are even worth my notice. I could restrain myself, fight on an equal level with him, but what would that accomplish? It would be like playing with children.
This planet is just too small.
Wait. Now there's an idea. I have the cells of Freeza and his father within me. I am as capable of surviving in space as either of them. Surely on another world there might be fighters worthy of me? But...I have no way of finding them. It would take years for me to travel through space. I'm struggling with waiting a mere ten days. This is not an option. But it is something to consider for later.
Until then, I must wait. I have given the champions of Earth ten days to muster up a resistance to me. I will honor this pledge. After all, when the tournament is concluded, I will have all the time in the world...
Surely, I'll think of something to do.
I have completed laying the ground for the Games. As I wait in the arena that I have built for my tournament, I take a moment to muse upon what exactly it is that I have become. I have achieved my goal. I have become Perfect.
Perfect.
But what does that even mean?
I have become so much more than the being that was developed in Doctor Gero's laboratory. More than the shell that emerged-the chrysalis that contained as-yet unheard of greatness. More than the lithe, powerful creature that fed on the extracts of the unknowing participants to my perfection. Even more than the uncouth brute I became after achieving half of my goal, and no longer having any need for guile. It is undeniable that I am simply....more.
But where does that leave me?
In my time as a lesser being, I had a purpose: Perfection. I was not complete, but at least I had something to work towards. I had peers. But now?
Now, I am a God among insects.
My lesser brethren were created to slay Goku, but, truth be told, I don't care about that. He's not even worth the effort to the transcendent being that I have become. He's just a momentary distraction.
Honestly, this whole tournament is.
As I wait for my Games to begin, I find it impossible to get excited. This tournament is an excuse for me to hold off finding a new purpose. Honestly, I have no idea what I will do after that point.
I find it hard to even care.
I think back to my duel with Piccolo. My humiliation at the hands of Vegeta. True, I was outmatched, but at least it got my blood boiling. Now? Who could possibly muster up the strength to challenge me?
No one. No one at all.
I almost want to curse my creator. For all his brilliance, he was a shortsighted man. He did not foresee his betrayal at the hands of his own creation, nor did he prepare for the eventuality that I would actually achieve my goal. It is almost like....like....
Gero, did you not believe that I would be able to become Perfect? Am I....incomplete?
No...that cannot be it. Something as Perfect as myself simply cannot be unfinished. I strike the thought from my mind.
I turn my thoughts once again to my tournament.
I could stretch it out, I suppose. Goku will be the main attraction. I can save him for last.
But what would be the point, really? The Saiyan will be no real challenge, and none of his compatriots are even worth my notice. I could restrain myself, fight on an equal level with him, but what would that accomplish? It would be like playing with children.
This planet is just too small.
Wait. Now there's an idea. I have the cells of Freeza and his father within me. I am as capable of surviving in space as either of them. Surely on another world there might be fighters worthy of me? But...I have no way of finding them. It would take years for me to travel through space. I'm struggling with waiting a mere ten days. This is not an option. But it is something to consider for later.
Until then, I must wait. I have given the champions of Earth ten days to muster up a resistance to me. I will honor this pledge. After all, when the tournament is concluded, I will have all the time in the world...
Surely, I'll think of something to do.
Spoiler:
It is a dull and sunny and windless day. Lifeless, even if surrounded by nature.
An incessant speech, full of fire, gives this portrait the colour it needs. Chi-Chi talks in such a way, it’s impossible to distinguish one word from another. A huge man, her father, stands beside her wearing a warm smile.
Opposed to them is a man holding his son, Son Gohan.
Today is Chi-Chi’s mom anniversary. Every year, she goes early in the morning with her father to visit the grave, only returning the day after. Son Goku is left with the responsibility to take care of their three-year old son.
While she doesn’t worry if Goku does it for a couple of hours, a whole day leaves her with a knot in her chest. He’s somewhat of an air-head, who can’t stay indoors for long periods of time. Who knows when he might start day-dreaming about getting punched and punching back?! Meanwhile poor Gohan is eaten by a Saber-tooth Tiger, after wandering outside.
“Behave yourself Gok-han.” stuttered Chi-Chi. “We’ll be back tomorrow”.
The child watched his mother wave intensely, until she disappeared into the horizon. He turned his head, right and up, Goku had a devious smile.
“How about a little training Gohan?”
“No, Mother said I should practice writing my name, while listening to classical music”.
“She doesn’t need to know!” “It’s just for a little while!” “C’mon!” said Goku, his face slowly sinking into disappointment.
Gohan went inside the house, Paganini Caprice No. 24 started playing. His father followed him, the boy was on the floor writing in a piece of paper, “My name is Son Gohan”.
Goku begrudgingly took a seat on a kitchen chair, defeated. He dozed off, until the heat from the sunlight hitting his legs woke him.
Gohan was still in the same spot; a neat stack of papers – ten sheets – were on his right. The writing name task was done, a couple of hours must have passed. Gohan now made use of his coloring books.
“I don’t get, yawn, why…; I don’t get why Chi-Chi, doesn’t buy you those books that already have the colours in it” said Goku. Gohan looked back at him, with a tight expression. “The books are supposed to be this way, dad.”
Goku scratched his head. He didn’t seem to have heard his son’s answer, staring intently thought the window.
“Gohan, I’m gonna do some training in the mountains.”
“No! Don’t leave me alone, mom said you can’t!” His eyes watering, after all he’s still a child, even if his speech makes him sound like an adult.
Goku approached him, petting his head. The assuring look of his father turn Gohan’s watering eyes into a smile.
Five hours and four thousand twenty six headstand push-ups later, Goku was a defeated man. Training inside, when the possibility to go outside is there, sapped his will. His body was starting to melt from boredom, he was a human lump on the floor. On the background, the sound of pencil scratching paper. Gohan hadn't move a centimeter from where he was.
The rest of the day was the same, with some breaks for food. Goku didn't suit the babysitter role. He swore never to have another kid while he was alive. It's not that he didn't like Gohan, he simply wasn't any fun.
An incessant speech, full of fire, gives this portrait the colour it needs. Chi-Chi talks in such a way, it’s impossible to distinguish one word from another. A huge man, her father, stands beside her wearing a warm smile.
Opposed to them is a man holding his son, Son Gohan.
Today is Chi-Chi’s mom anniversary. Every year, she goes early in the morning with her father to visit the grave, only returning the day after. Son Goku is left with the responsibility to take care of their three-year old son.
While she doesn’t worry if Goku does it for a couple of hours, a whole day leaves her with a knot in her chest. He’s somewhat of an air-head, who can’t stay indoors for long periods of time. Who knows when he might start day-dreaming about getting punched and punching back?! Meanwhile poor Gohan is eaten by a Saber-tooth Tiger, after wandering outside.
“Behave yourself Gok-han.” stuttered Chi-Chi. “We’ll be back tomorrow”.
The child watched his mother wave intensely, until she disappeared into the horizon. He turned his head, right and up, Goku had a devious smile.
“How about a little training Gohan?”
“No, Mother said I should practice writing my name, while listening to classical music”.
“She doesn’t need to know!” “It’s just for a little while!” “C’mon!” said Goku, his face slowly sinking into disappointment.
Gohan went inside the house, Paganini Caprice No. 24 started playing. His father followed him, the boy was on the floor writing in a piece of paper, “My name is Son Gohan”.
Goku begrudgingly took a seat on a kitchen chair, defeated. He dozed off, until the heat from the sunlight hitting his legs woke him.
Gohan was still in the same spot; a neat stack of papers – ten sheets – were on his right. The writing name task was done, a couple of hours must have passed. Gohan now made use of his coloring books.
“I don’t get, yawn, why…; I don’t get why Chi-Chi, doesn’t buy you those books that already have the colours in it” said Goku. Gohan looked back at him, with a tight expression. “The books are supposed to be this way, dad.”
Goku scratched his head. He didn’t seem to have heard his son’s answer, staring intently thought the window.
“Gohan, I’m gonna do some training in the mountains.”
“No! Don’t leave me alone, mom said you can’t!” His eyes watering, after all he’s still a child, even if his speech makes him sound like an adult.
Goku approached him, petting his head. The assuring look of his father turn Gohan’s watering eyes into a smile.
Five hours and four thousand twenty six headstand push-ups later, Goku was a defeated man. Training inside, when the possibility to go outside is there, sapped his will. His body was starting to melt from boredom, he was a human lump on the floor. On the background, the sound of pencil scratching paper. Gohan hadn't move a centimeter from where he was.
The rest of the day was the same, with some breaks for food. Goku didn't suit the babysitter role. He swore never to have another kid while he was alive. It's not that he didn't like Gohan, he simply wasn't any fun.
Match 3
jcogginsa vs Dragon Duck
jcogginsa didn't deliver his story.Written by Dragon Duck
Spoiler:
It has been five years since I defeated the tyrannical demon, Piccolo, at the 23rd Tenka’ichi Budokai.
Since that day, Earth has slipped into an era of peace and calm. There is no longer a need to worry about evil powers greater than oneself. Everything is calm.
... Perhaps a bit too calm?
Long gone are the days of tireless training and fierce fighting ... and perrilous adventure. And to be honest, I miss it. Quite a bit, in fact. If only I were allowed to train Gohan, but whenever I try to do so, Chichi always breaks in with her usual spiel of: ”No – not on my watch! There’s no need for fighting in our developed society! And Gohan ... no, certainly not! He is supposed to grow up to be a scientist!” and so on ...
It’s all getting a little ... boring.
In fact, the only times I really have fun anymore are when I need to save Gohan from whatever danger he has managed to get himself into. That and punching down trees. Unfortunately, I don’t get to do either of those things a whole lot. Chichi is a real mother hen, so it’s not often that she lets Gohan go outside by himself. She usually just forecs him to stay inside and do more homework.”It’s far more productive,” she says, whatever that means. She doesn’t think it’s ”productive” to punch down trees either, unless we need firewood.
But wait!
When I got home last night, Chichi told me that the Turtle Hermit had just called. He said that he had arranged a ’reunion’, which is basically a thing where you gather a lot of people who haven’t seen each oter for a long time. My old pals Kuririn and Bulma were going to come – now he wanted to know if I could come as well! ”It’s been so long,” he had said. I’m going tomorrow – I’ll even bring Gohan! Chichi didn’t like the idea at first, but I talked her into it by promising to help Gohan with his homework (I don’t really help as much as I watch. Gohan does most of it himself). I can barely wait to see them again. My old pals, with whom I’ve had so many fun adventures! From our first hunt for those seven Dragon Balls to my most difficult challenge yet, my fight against Piccolo, there was never a dull moment when I was with them.
It’s going to be fun! ...
Since that day, Earth has slipped into an era of peace and calm. There is no longer a need to worry about evil powers greater than oneself. Everything is calm.
... Perhaps a bit too calm?
Long gone are the days of tireless training and fierce fighting ... and perrilous adventure. And to be honest, I miss it. Quite a bit, in fact. If only I were allowed to train Gohan, but whenever I try to do so, Chichi always breaks in with her usual spiel of: ”No – not on my watch! There’s no need for fighting in our developed society! And Gohan ... no, certainly not! He is supposed to grow up to be a scientist!” and so on ...
It’s all getting a little ... boring.
In fact, the only times I really have fun anymore are when I need to save Gohan from whatever danger he has managed to get himself into. That and punching down trees. Unfortunately, I don’t get to do either of those things a whole lot. Chichi is a real mother hen, so it’s not often that she lets Gohan go outside by himself. She usually just forecs him to stay inside and do more homework.”It’s far more productive,” she says, whatever that means. She doesn’t think it’s ”productive” to punch down trees either, unless we need firewood.
But wait!
When I got home last night, Chichi told me that the Turtle Hermit had just called. He said that he had arranged a ’reunion’, which is basically a thing where you gather a lot of people who haven’t seen each oter for a long time. My old pals Kuririn and Bulma were going to come – now he wanted to know if I could come as well! ”It’s been so long,” he had said. I’m going tomorrow – I’ll even bring Gohan! Chichi didn’t like the idea at first, but I talked her into it by promising to help Gohan with his homework (I don’t really help as much as I watch. Gohan does most of it himself). I can barely wait to see them again. My old pals, with whom I’ve had so many fun adventures! From our first hunt for those seven Dragon Balls to my most difficult challenge yet, my fight against Piccolo, there was never a dull moment when I was with them.
It’s going to be fun! ...
