"I can't believe you dragged me into this!" Bulma screeched, earning a few stares from passing students and faculty.
"Sorry, Bulma." Goku said. Both he and Yamcha were holding two pales filled with water, while Bulma only held one.
"This is so heavy. I wonder who thought of such a strange punishment." Bulma said, using two hands to hold the small wire handle.
"Yeah, this school's so screwed up, but what sucks is I was going to take you out in my new car after school." Yamcha said, leaning against the wall, his arms straining already.
"I'm still hungry." Goku mumbled, holding his burdens with ease.
"Just like you to be thinking of food at a time like this. Man, how long is he going to make us stand out here?" Bulma complained, readjusting the pale in her hands.
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Vejita squinted his eyes against the wind as he read the approaching sign. East City, huh? Sounded like a typical dumb ass Ningen town, however, upon entering the city limits, Vejita was surprised to see that East City was rather large. It would be a nice change from the last town.
After driving around for some time, he found a shabby little street that would suit his needs. Tires screeching, he skidded to a halt in front of a small one-story hotel. It was perfect. He could see the beach from the parking lot as well as the smallest dojo he could find in the large city. There were also several clubs and bars littering the same street, none of which caught his interests. Once you've been to one, you've been to them all.
Easily climbing off of his narrow, old style motorcycle, black and slightly rusted, Vejita approached the main entrance, wearing a muscle shirt under a leather jacket, a pair of worn jeans, and a pair of motorcycle boots, all of which were black. Black like his hair, standing of its own accord, much like a flame.
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"Krillin," Maron whined, taking a seat beside him, "I thought you were going to take me out for lunch?"
"I thought you were mad at me." Krillin said, looking the aqua-haired girl over, admiring her tight, short red dress.
"Oh, that's right! I was, wasn't I? Oops." She said in her feminine voice, rising from the front entrance steps and walking away.
"I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave." Krillin mumbled, watching as the well-figured girl joined up with a few friends before stepping back into the building.
"Men, they're all the same," Bulma said, taking a sip of Chi-Chi's Snapple, "Why don't you ask her to come to the club with us? Yamcha and I don't want to go alone."
"In other words you don't want to get caught alone," Krillin said through a chuckle, "I can't believe you get away with it."
"Hey, we better take advantage of it while we can. My friend may not be a bouncer forever, especially if he's always letting underagers in." Yamcha said, grabbing at the Snapple bottle only to have Chi-Chi take it away from him.
"Rude! I don't want your cooties." The girl complained, holding the nearly empty bottle out of reach.
Goku approached the steps where he and his friends always had lunch. He was about to speak when a Snapple bottle was thrust in his face, "Huh? Hey, thanks, Chi!" Goku said, grabbing the bottle and quickly emptying it, tossing it with ease to the large barrel some ways away that served as a trash can.
"Uh, Goku." Chi-Chi whined, trying her best to ignore Yamcha's laughter.
"When were you guys planning to go?" Krillin asked, directing his question to Bulma.
The girl stopped to think for a moment before answering, trying to remember what they'd been talking about, "Oh, tomorrow night." She said, referring to Saturday night.
"Nah, I got other stuff to do." Krillin said, hoping they wouldn't question him further. He honestly just didn't want to go. Accompanying Bulma and Yamcha to a club was, frankly, several uncomfortable hours watching the couple make-out.
"What're you guys talkin' about?" Goku asked, taking a seat beside his best buddy, Krillin.
"Hey, why don't you come with us, Goku?" Yamcha said, reaching forward to hand his friend a bag of chips he hadn't eaten.
"Wow, thanks." Goku said, quickly tearing into the bag. He was as hungry as ever, having eaten nothing since first period. He'd had to stay late in his last class, holding water pales, and he'd missed his chance to get some lunch, the cafeteria having closed on him.
"And who's he supposed to come with? No fashion, no brains," Bulma paused, grimacing at her long time friend's eating habits, "No manners. No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend."
"Hey, Chi-Chi, how about you come too? You have a thing for Goku, right?" Yamcha said, leaning forward to look past Bulma only to see that the raven-haired girl was blushing.
"Great idea! How about it, Chi?" Bulma asked in an excited tone.
"Sure, sounds like fun." Chi-Chi said through a smile, her eyes in the form of anime-style upside down U's, a light blush still lingering on her cheeks.
"You up for it Goku?" Yamcha asked, watching with an expression similar to the one his girlfriend had had moments ago as Goku tore the chip bag open and began licking at the crumbs.
"Huh?" the teen asked, looking up as soon as he'd finished devouring the last of the cheese flavored crumbs.
"Just meet us at Club Mecha, Saturday at midnight. Got it?" Bulma said, rising from her seat as the bell rang.
Goku gave a confused look, but didn't protest. It wasn't like it was a problem; he didn't have anything else to do. He watched as Yamcha wrapped an arm around Bulma as the two of them headed off to their classes. Krillin was hurrying over to a passing Maron, who seemed to have forgotten their latest fight. Goku knew he wasn't the smartest person in the world, he didn't dress like the other students, and he'd never been the type for manners, but he didn't want to be alone anymore. However, he'd never been interested in the girlfriend boyfriend thing either. He needed something more.
Letting the strange thoughts leave as easily as they had come, Goku hurried to walk with Chi-Chi up the sidewalk towards the next class they shared.
"Will this be your first date?" the blushing girl asked, hoping to look as innocent as she sounded.
"Huh? Oh, I guess so." Goku said through a smile, chuckling as they entered the large red brick building.
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Krillin waited patiently outside the front entrance of the building. He was so glad it was Friday. Growing impatient, he pulled a capsule from his pocket, pressing the button on it's top and tossing it to the pavement. Seconds later the tiny capsule had transformed into a small aircraft built much like a helicopter, except that it had a jet engine in the back instead of propellers at the top.
Just as he was about to give up and leave, he heard the double doors swing open. Turning, he watched as his best friend stalked over.
"Hey, where's Bulma and Yamcha?"
"Oh, they left already, I had to stay later than everyone else."
Krillin chuckled, knowing that Goku probably hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut, "Well, ready to go home?"
"No thanks, I think I'd rather walk a little." Goku said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Nn, It's just that Chi-Chi was sayin' that this was gonna be a date."
Krillin's puzzled look transformed into amusement, "Don't worry, good buddy! No need to be nervous."
"I guess Either way, I wanna train some at tha dojo before I go home." Goku said, slowly returning to his cheerful self.
"Kay, but be sure not to use your full strength." Krillin said, his voice filled with concern as he climbed into the Capsule vehicle.
"Kay." Goku called as the aircraft lifted high in the sky before blasting off. He didn't understand why his mind was so clouded. It was as if some kind of strange energy was looming nearby, provocative and alluring.
Snorting at his own ridiculous thoughts, Goku chuckled as he started up a fast paced jog towards his favorite dojo.
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Vejita finished off a series of sit-ups and push-ups, sweat dripping from his brow due to the heat of the day. Air conditioning wasn't even an option though since he thought of it as such a weakness, and the windows being wide open wasn't helping.
Rising to his feet, Vejita stalked over to the door of his shabby hotel room, roughly pulling it open only to be bombarded with warm rays of sunlight. Growling in annoyance, he grabbed a white T-shirt off one of the twin beds and headed out, closing the door behind him.
He was more than tempted to just run over and dive into the ocean no more than forty meters away but he knew better. People would stare and wonder at his ability to swim so well and stay under for so long. It wasn't worth the risk.
Turning on his heals, Vejita walked in the opposite direction, hoping his pride wouldn't mind him stepping into the cool air conditioning of a corner store. As he started up a slight hill, Vejita welcomed a gust of somewhat cool wind, letting his eyes slip closed as he inhaled the wonderful scents of Earth.
His eyes snapping open, he suddenly picked up a scent so rare and yet so familiar. A Saiyajin. The scent was strong. Who ever it was had to be close. Looking around in a hopefully unnoticeable frenzy, Vejita glanced from person to person. No, no, no. Then he caught sight of him. He seemed to be a bit young, tall, slender yet muscular, wild, spiky, raven hair, fair skin… There was no mistaking it; the guy was a Saiyajin.
He just watched as the boy hurried into the small dojo nearby. Surely, the boy liked it for the same reasons he did. It was the smallest one in the large city; therefore, there wouldn't be near as many people to notice his strange abilities and strengths.
Vejita smirked, continuing his walk to the small gas station. He'd wait for a better opportunity to approach the boy. Until then, he'd just watch and learn.
Stepping into the cool store, Vejita felt a bit giddy as he browsed through all the nonsense Ningen products. He couldn't even remember how long he'd been searching. He'd actually given up several years ago and had decided to just settle down on the disgustingly peaceful mud ball.
Still smirking, Vejita approached the counter with several bottles of water, hoping to look normal. Sure, he was a Saiyajin, and he was very strong, but no matter how much he hated to admit it, he liked Earth. If the weak ass Earthlings found out about him, the peaceful life he'd chosen would be down the drain. There was no other planet like Earth, no other place he could live without worrying about who was stronger, who was an enemy, an ally, and who was going to try and kill him next.
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"And one, and two, and one, and two…" chimed a woman on TV, showing her class how to stretch their legs high in the air properly.
"Woo-ee! And one, and two!" Meijin Roshi whooped, eyes bugging out at the sight of such well-figured women.
"Really, Meijin, be serious! Goku's going on his first date tonight!" Krillin yelled in the old man's ear, finally gaining his attention.
"Oh, really? Goku's finally got a date?" the old master said, eyebrows rising high over his red-rimmed sunglasses.
"You guys, it's no big deal."
Both Roshi and Krillin looked up from where they sat in the common room to see that Goku wasn't wearing his usual gi. Instead, he was wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and a pair of worn, brown, steel-toe, lace-up boots.
"Wow, must be a big deal if you're dressing up." Roshi said, his eyebrows still raised high.
"Well, I guess I'm gonna go. It’s almost twelve." Goku said, heading for the door.
"Better take a jacket. The winds blowing from the east, it's going to be cold in the city." Krillin said, rising from his seat.
Goku opened the front door, letting the cool night air caress his skin, "Nah, feels great out here."
"Shut the damn door!" Roshi called, having returned to his exercise videos.
"To you maybe, but to normal people, it's cold." Krillin said in a shaky voice, shivering as he approached his friend with a jacket in hand.
Goku frowned, taking the brown, stylishly tattered bomber jacket. It had been hanging in his closet for occasions such as these.
"Thanks, see ya later," Goku said, his smile returning as he hurried outside, looking up to the sky as he brought his hands to his mouth, "Kinto'un!"
"Make sure no one sees you on that cloud!" Krillin hollered after his friend, frowning when he realized that the fool most likely hadn't heard. Stepping back inside the large pink house, Krillin ignored his master's whooping, making his way upstairs to his room.
So long ago he and Goku had arrived on the island to train in the martial arts. Goku had had a tail back in those days, and he was so strong. Krillin fell back on his bed. What was he thinking? Goku was still strong, extremely strong. His best friend, practically his brother, was an alien. There was no doubt about it. Of course everyone was worried for Goku, but he always seemed to be more than worried. None of them understood, not even Goku. If people found out, they'd try and kill him. Goku was strong, but surely he couldn't fight off Earth's entire population.
