Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ XIV ( Chapter 14 )
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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: 09.26.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 730 | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.26.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 730 | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
XIV
The loud knock on his front door made Gokou look up, only momentarily distracted by the heaps of food on his plate. "Yaah.. Com' on in." He wouldn't even move to greet South Kaio-sama at this point in time, let alone open the door. Food was involved, and Gokou was transfixed.
The door swung open, and there was Kuririn, wearing a pair of jeans, and a blue button-down shirt, the buttons done all wrong. He was squinting, even behind the thick black shades he was wearing. It was obvious that he was suffering from a massive hangover, and Gokou's unfailing cheerfullness did little to help his mood, as the Saiyajin managed a warm 'Osu!' around shovel-fuls of his lunch.
The sound of his friend's nonstop inhalation of food was like nails on a chalkboard, and Kuririn found himself standing in the doorway, not wanting to enter, and further raise the volume of the noise. "You done yet?"
"In a mi'ut." He said, before washing down the food with an entire gallon of water. A burp signalled the end of his meal. "....ahh.. that hit the spot. ...Kuririn? What's with the shades, man? And why are you standing in the door?"
"Because I've got a hangover. And because you eat too loud, that's why."
"Oh." He said simply.
"Where's Goten?"
"Out back, sparring."
"You know, right about now, I hate you."
"Eh?"
"Damn Saiyajin and their metabolisim... I'd commit murder to get rid of this friggin' headache... Even my hair hurts." He grumbled, and plodded over the threshold, sitting down wearily in the chair opposite Gokou.
"Oh yeah. That's right. Saiyajin don't get hangovers."
"And neither do Androids, it would seem. Juuhatchi-chan was up at the crack of dawn with Marron. Everyone else was dead to the world."
Gokou laughed, scratching the back of his head. The sound made Kuririn wince. "So, what brings you to my little chunk of Eastern City?"
"Oh yeah, that's right. ...eh, Piccolo sent me. Obviously he couldn't get through to you, what with you eating and all..."
"Yep." Gokou'd heard the stories about his legendary eating skills. An explosion could go off ten feet from him, and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
"Anyway, it would seem that something freaky happened to Dende." Kuririn shrugged, not quite understanding the story himself. "Some sort of weird mental God-thing, you know." He said off-handedly. "It turns out that Dende got some sort of vision, about a bunch of people screaming..." The thought of the screams made the hairs on the back of Kuririn's aching neck stand up. "So Dende thinks it's a bad omen, and wants all of us to get to the Lookout, so we can figure out what the hell's going on. Are you in?"
Nodding, he stood, and dissapeared into the back. Returning with Goten, he followed Kuririn out the door, and waited for the monk to start up his Capsule car, before flying alongside him.
Midway there, they were joined by Yamucha, who was swerving about in his cruiser, the shrill warnings of Puar cutting through the windows. It was safe to say that if the cat could reach both the pedals and the steering wheel at the same time, she'd be the one driving, not the dazed and confused Yamucha.
Gokou laughed quietly to himself, as the driver of the cruiser barely made a safe landing on the Lookout. Vejiita and Trunks were already there, along with Videl and Gohan. It would seem that Gohan's wife could handle her liquor, as she was the only Chikyuujin there that had all of her wits about her, not wincing at every loud noise, or the reflection of the sunlight on the floor.
"Where's Piccolo?" Gokou asked, noticing that the one who had summoned them wasn't present.
"He went off to find Kaeru." Trunks said, pushing his hair from his face. He heard his father mutter his dislike about the length of it.
"Are you my son or my daughter?"
Trunks hid his smile, and touched fists with Goten, who wiped his sweaty brow with the hem of his ratty t-shirt.
"So.. I guess we wait?" Gohan blinked.
"Yep..." Everyone there then turned on their heel, hearing the beep of a car horn, as it droned on, longer than necessary.
Kuririn, still in his car, had fallen asleep, his forehead pressing against the horn.
The loud knock on his front door made Gokou look up, only momentarily distracted by the heaps of food on his plate. "Yaah.. Com' on in." He wouldn't even move to greet South Kaio-sama at this point in time, let alone open the door. Food was involved, and Gokou was transfixed.
The door swung open, and there was Kuririn, wearing a pair of jeans, and a blue button-down shirt, the buttons done all wrong. He was squinting, even behind the thick black shades he was wearing. It was obvious that he was suffering from a massive hangover, and Gokou's unfailing cheerfullness did little to help his mood, as the Saiyajin managed a warm 'Osu!' around shovel-fuls of his lunch.
The sound of his friend's nonstop inhalation of food was like nails on a chalkboard, and Kuririn found himself standing in the doorway, not wanting to enter, and further raise the volume of the noise. "You done yet?"
"In a mi'ut." He said, before washing down the food with an entire gallon of water. A burp signalled the end of his meal. "....ahh.. that hit the spot. ...Kuririn? What's with the shades, man? And why are you standing in the door?"
"Because I've got a hangover. And because you eat too loud, that's why."
"Oh." He said simply.
"Where's Goten?"
"Out back, sparring."
"You know, right about now, I hate you."
"Eh?"
"Damn Saiyajin and their metabolisim... I'd commit murder to get rid of this friggin' headache... Even my hair hurts." He grumbled, and plodded over the threshold, sitting down wearily in the chair opposite Gokou.
"Oh yeah. That's right. Saiyajin don't get hangovers."
"And neither do Androids, it would seem. Juuhatchi-chan was up at the crack of dawn with Marron. Everyone else was dead to the world."
Gokou laughed, scratching the back of his head. The sound made Kuririn wince. "So, what brings you to my little chunk of Eastern City?"
"Oh yeah, that's right. ...eh, Piccolo sent me. Obviously he couldn't get through to you, what with you eating and all..."
"Yep." Gokou'd heard the stories about his legendary eating skills. An explosion could go off ten feet from him, and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
"Anyway, it would seem that something freaky happened to Dende." Kuririn shrugged, not quite understanding the story himself. "Some sort of weird mental God-thing, you know." He said off-handedly. "It turns out that Dende got some sort of vision, about a bunch of people screaming..." The thought of the screams made the hairs on the back of Kuririn's aching neck stand up. "So Dende thinks it's a bad omen, and wants all of us to get to the Lookout, so we can figure out what the hell's going on. Are you in?"
Nodding, he stood, and dissapeared into the back. Returning with Goten, he followed Kuririn out the door, and waited for the monk to start up his Capsule car, before flying alongside him.
Midway there, they were joined by Yamucha, who was swerving about in his cruiser, the shrill warnings of Puar cutting through the windows. It was safe to say that if the cat could reach both the pedals and the steering wheel at the same time, she'd be the one driving, not the dazed and confused Yamucha.
Gokou laughed quietly to himself, as the driver of the cruiser barely made a safe landing on the Lookout. Vejiita and Trunks were already there, along with Videl and Gohan. It would seem that Gohan's wife could handle her liquor, as she was the only Chikyuujin there that had all of her wits about her, not wincing at every loud noise, or the reflection of the sunlight on the floor.
"Where's Piccolo?" Gokou asked, noticing that the one who had summoned them wasn't present.
"He went off to find Kaeru." Trunks said, pushing his hair from his face. He heard his father mutter his dislike about the length of it.
"Are you my son or my daughter?"
Trunks hid his smile, and touched fists with Goten, who wiped his sweaty brow with the hem of his ratty t-shirt.
"So.. I guess we wait?" Gohan blinked.
"Yep..." Everyone there then turned on their heel, hearing the beep of a car horn, as it droned on, longer than necessary.
Kuririn, still in his car, had fallen asleep, his forehead pressing against the horn.