Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ VIII ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 158 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 158 | Status: Completed
Chapter VIII
While Kaeru slept, people came and went to the Lookout, bringing the things needed for their party. Piccolo, anti-social to the end, was off by the northern face, meditating.
Gokou and family appeared, Goten and Gokou flying, and Chi-Chi zipping along in her Capsule car, which was laden with food. Gohan, wife Videl and daughter Pan arrived in their own car shortly after.
Dende was busy, trying to coerce Mr. Popo into taking a day off. The stout turban-topped fellow was insistent, sweeping each white tile with a straw broom. Then he'd dutifully water each plant box, repeating the endless cleaning cycle, on and on, since the beginning of the Kami-sama.
"Popo, please... just this once."
"I'm sorry, Kami-sama.. I can't. These flowers will wilt." he simply shrugged, and went on down the row.
By this time, Gokou and Gohan had already set up several long tables, Goten and Chi-Chi placing the unending supply of food atop them. Gokou laughed, patting the Nameckjin God on his shoulder.
"It's all right, Dende."
"Yes.. I suppose. Trying to stop his work is akin to asking the sun to stop shining." he grinned.
Gokou chuckled. While Chi-Chi had her back turned, for the briefest of seconds, his hand shot out, snatching a roll from the basket. He was already working on swallowing it, when she turned around.
Now, Chi-Chi, who was familiar with her husband's eating habits, yet another one of her paranoid, matronly habits (which she had developed, oddly enough, when Gohan was born, go figure...), instantly noticed the missing roll.
"Gokou...." she glared at him.
"Wha' izzit? Sumfing wong?" The ever-lovable idiot, Gokou tried to act normal, even if he was speaking around a mouth of bread.
Dende hid his smile, as Gokou swallowed with the subtlety of a croaking bullfrog.
"Now, Gokou, how are we supposed to have enough food, if you go and eat it all?"
"Oh, come on, Chi-Chi! It was just one.."
"It's always 'just one' with you, buster! 'Oh, it's just one little training session with him, Chi-Chi!'! 'It's just one little life-threatening battle, dear...! What's the harm in that?'..." Chi-Chi prattled on. Gohan blinked. How'd the subject switch from dinner rolls to his fighting?
"It's okay, 'Kaasan. Take it easy."
"I won't take it easy, Gohan! You were supposed to be my scholar! My little genius! ...not some muscle-bound moron like your father." Chi-Chi huffed, crossing her arms.
" 'Kaasan.. I've majored in just about every subject possible.." he started, but a light cough from Goten made him stop. It was one of those brotherly things, where one looked out for the other, especially when it came to their high-strung mother. The pair of them had gone through some scary crap, but nothing was as terrifying as an angry Chi-Chi. So the oldest Son stood down, letting his mother mutter to herself as she set out the food, angrily putting the plates down, like she had a personal vendetta against them.
Goten and Gohan went to his car, Goten lifting the barbeque grill. "Man.. is it just me.. or is she getting really moody?"
Gohan chuckled. "I think raising the pair of us and Tousan has made her a little nutty."
"Haaa! You'd better hope Videl doesn't turn out the same way!"
TWAP! A large roll of red crepe paper bonked Goten solidly on the head.
"Owww! What the hell...? Ooopsy...." Goten winced, as he turned to see Videl standing not ten feet away, one hand on her hip, the other holding securely to her 7 year-old daughter.
"I resent that, squirt!" she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.
Gohan blinked, looking at his wife. If she weren't holding Pan, Videl probably would have hit his younger brother with more than paper.
"Ehehe... Sorry, Videl." Goten mumbled, and made a hasty exit, and went to set up the grill. At that moment, Kuririn and 18 arrived. Marron was the first out of the car, eager to see her Tousan's goofy friends again.
"Hey, Kuririn!" Gohan greeted the monk, and went over to help with any necessary packages. Kuririn had put himself in charge of the booze, and he'd brought enough for a small army. Lifting two kegs over each shoulder, Gohan and Kuririn carried the weight effortlessly, to the party setup, putting them off to the side of the buffet table. "Do you think you brought enough?" he laughed.
"Gohan, my boy.. when it comes to beer, you can never have enough."
"Never took you for a heavy drinker, Kuririn."
"Oh, I'm not. But Muten... uh-oh... Who was supposed to pick up Muten Roshi?"
Gokou immedieatly smacked his forhead. "Rats. I totally forgot!"
"Tousan...!" Gohan sighed. "I'll go pick him up."
"You're gonna have to take a car. He can't ride Kintoun." Gokou added, tossing his son the keys.
"Oh yeah..." he shrugged. "Either way.. I'll catch you guys later..."
"Be careful, Gohan." Chi-Chi added, her mood having swung back.
"I will, 'Kaasan." Gohan flashed a smile. Walking to the car, he hopped in smoothly, and zipped off.
Fashionably late, the Briefs clan arrived, just as Gohan returned from picking up the Turtle Hermit. Buruma, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and blue tank shirt, grumbled, carrying two trays of desserts and other munchies.
"That old pervert... someone should have forgotten him."
"Someone did!" Roshi snapped, Kame flopping clumsily from the back of the car.
"A-yup. Nearly forgot us, you did." the Turtle yawned.
"Sorry about that..." Gokou apologized, scratching the back of his head.
But Muten Roshi had already switched subjects, eying the grotesque amounts of food that caused one of the tables to bow in the middle. "Do we really need this much...?"
"Yeah, well, with 6 Saiyajin around, we'll need enough for them, and for us as well." Buruma said simply, wedging her own platters into the last available space.
"Six..?" Roshi blinked.
"Yeah. Gokou, Gohan, Goten, Vejita, Trunks, Kae... oh dear! Where is Kaeru?"
"Kaeru? Who's that?"
"Uhm... she's new." Gohan began. "It's a long story."
"Ohhh?" Muten Roshi's lecherous smile formed. "She ah... single?"
Kuririn snorted. "He doesn't even know what she looks like.."
"Guess he only gets worse with age." Gokou, standing beside his old friend, smiled and crossed his arms.
"Where is she?"
"Inside, asleep. I'll go get her." Dende, who was assisting Videl with scattering streamers between the tall palm trees, said, dropping to the ground. Entering through the main door, he caught a glimpse of Piccolo already turning the corner.
"I've got it, Kami-sama." the older Nameckjin's voice trailed through the corridor.
"All right, Piccolo." Dende said, stopping in his tracks. He turned around, but paused again. Looking over his shoulder, in the direction Piccolo had gone, he couldn't help but smile.
While Kaeru slept, people came and went to the Lookout, bringing the things needed for their party. Piccolo, anti-social to the end, was off by the northern face, meditating.
Gokou and family appeared, Goten and Gokou flying, and Chi-Chi zipping along in her Capsule car, which was laden with food. Gohan, wife Videl and daughter Pan arrived in their own car shortly after.
Dende was busy, trying to coerce Mr. Popo into taking a day off. The stout turban-topped fellow was insistent, sweeping each white tile with a straw broom. Then he'd dutifully water each plant box, repeating the endless cleaning cycle, on and on, since the beginning of the Kami-sama.
"Popo, please... just this once."
"I'm sorry, Kami-sama.. I can't. These flowers will wilt." he simply shrugged, and went on down the row.
By this time, Gokou and Gohan had already set up several long tables, Goten and Chi-Chi placing the unending supply of food atop them. Gokou laughed, patting the Nameckjin God on his shoulder.
"It's all right, Dende."
"Yes.. I suppose. Trying to stop his work is akin to asking the sun to stop shining." he grinned.
Gokou chuckled. While Chi-Chi had her back turned, for the briefest of seconds, his hand shot out, snatching a roll from the basket. He was already working on swallowing it, when she turned around.
Now, Chi-Chi, who was familiar with her husband's eating habits, yet another one of her paranoid, matronly habits (which she had developed, oddly enough, when Gohan was born, go figure...), instantly noticed the missing roll.
"Gokou...." she glared at him.
"Wha' izzit? Sumfing wong?" The ever-lovable idiot, Gokou tried to act normal, even if he was speaking around a mouth of bread.
Dende hid his smile, as Gokou swallowed with the subtlety of a croaking bullfrog.
"Now, Gokou, how are we supposed to have enough food, if you go and eat it all?"
"Oh, come on, Chi-Chi! It was just one.."
"It's always 'just one' with you, buster! 'Oh, it's just one little training session with him, Chi-Chi!'! 'It's just one little life-threatening battle, dear...! What's the harm in that?'..." Chi-Chi prattled on. Gohan blinked. How'd the subject switch from dinner rolls to his fighting?
"It's okay, 'Kaasan. Take it easy."
"I won't take it easy, Gohan! You were supposed to be my scholar! My little genius! ...not some muscle-bound moron like your father." Chi-Chi huffed, crossing her arms.
" 'Kaasan.. I've majored in just about every subject possible.." he started, but a light cough from Goten made him stop. It was one of those brotherly things, where one looked out for the other, especially when it came to their high-strung mother. The pair of them had gone through some scary crap, but nothing was as terrifying as an angry Chi-Chi. So the oldest Son stood down, letting his mother mutter to herself as she set out the food, angrily putting the plates down, like she had a personal vendetta against them.
Goten and Gohan went to his car, Goten lifting the barbeque grill. "Man.. is it just me.. or is she getting really moody?"
Gohan chuckled. "I think raising the pair of us and Tousan has made her a little nutty."
"Haaa! You'd better hope Videl doesn't turn out the same way!"
TWAP! A large roll of red crepe paper bonked Goten solidly on the head.
"Owww! What the hell...? Ooopsy...." Goten winced, as he turned to see Videl standing not ten feet away, one hand on her hip, the other holding securely to her 7 year-old daughter.
"I resent that, squirt!" she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.
Gohan blinked, looking at his wife. If she weren't holding Pan, Videl probably would have hit his younger brother with more than paper.
"Ehehe... Sorry, Videl." Goten mumbled, and made a hasty exit, and went to set up the grill. At that moment, Kuririn and 18 arrived. Marron was the first out of the car, eager to see her Tousan's goofy friends again.
"Hey, Kuririn!" Gohan greeted the monk, and went over to help with any necessary packages. Kuririn had put himself in charge of the booze, and he'd brought enough for a small army. Lifting two kegs over each shoulder, Gohan and Kuririn carried the weight effortlessly, to the party setup, putting them off to the side of the buffet table. "Do you think you brought enough?" he laughed.
"Gohan, my boy.. when it comes to beer, you can never have enough."
"Never took you for a heavy drinker, Kuririn."
"Oh, I'm not. But Muten... uh-oh... Who was supposed to pick up Muten Roshi?"
Gokou immedieatly smacked his forhead. "Rats. I totally forgot!"
"Tousan...!" Gohan sighed. "I'll go pick him up."
"You're gonna have to take a car. He can't ride Kintoun." Gokou added, tossing his son the keys.
"Oh yeah..." he shrugged. "Either way.. I'll catch you guys later..."
"Be careful, Gohan." Chi-Chi added, her mood having swung back.
"I will, 'Kaasan." Gohan flashed a smile. Walking to the car, he hopped in smoothly, and zipped off.
Fashionably late, the Briefs clan arrived, just as Gohan returned from picking up the Turtle Hermit. Buruma, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and blue tank shirt, grumbled, carrying two trays of desserts and other munchies.
"That old pervert... someone should have forgotten him."
"Someone did!" Roshi snapped, Kame flopping clumsily from the back of the car.
"A-yup. Nearly forgot us, you did." the Turtle yawned.
"Sorry about that..." Gokou apologized, scratching the back of his head.
But Muten Roshi had already switched subjects, eying the grotesque amounts of food that caused one of the tables to bow in the middle. "Do we really need this much...?"
"Yeah, well, with 6 Saiyajin around, we'll need enough for them, and for us as well." Buruma said simply, wedging her own platters into the last available space.
"Six..?" Roshi blinked.
"Yeah. Gokou, Gohan, Goten, Vejita, Trunks, Kae... oh dear! Where is Kaeru?"
"Kaeru? Who's that?"
"Uhm... she's new." Gohan began. "It's a long story."
"Ohhh?" Muten Roshi's lecherous smile formed. "She ah... single?"
Kuririn snorted. "He doesn't even know what she looks like.."
"Guess he only gets worse with age." Gokou, standing beside his old friend, smiled and crossed his arms.
"Where is she?"
"Inside, asleep. I'll go get her." Dende, who was assisting Videl with scattering streamers between the tall palm trees, said, dropping to the ground. Entering through the main door, he caught a glimpse of Piccolo already turning the corner.
"I've got it, Kami-sama." the older Nameckjin's voice trailed through the corridor.
"All right, Piccolo." Dende said, stopping in his tracks. He turned around, but paused again. Looking over his shoulder, in the direction Piccolo had gone, he couldn't help but smile.