Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Piccolo and Alaura Saga, Episode Four: Children Of The Dawn ❯ One Morning At Master Roshi's ( Chapter 4 )

Master Roshi wasn't his usual place, nose inches in front of the television screen, watching his usual aerobics show and practically drooling into his snowy bread over those scantily clad girls. No, this morning he was seated in one of the outside lounge chairs, sipping hot tea and watching the water of the ocean lick the shore, deep in thought.

"Master?" Yamcha asked, sweat pouring from his face as he had just ran his fiftieth time around the Roshi's little pink beach house. "Is anything bothering you?"

"Bothering me?" He repeated absently, "Hmm, oh, uh, no, Yamcha." He smiled up at the confused-looking man standing there barefoot in the sand, sweating like a stuck pig, "Go wash up. Launch's all ready in the kitchen cooking breakfast."

Piccolo's woman's kids…those twins…He thought as Yamcha babbled on in front of him, Such power…I can sense their ki all the way out here…and their power level…amazing!"

"Yeah!" He cried, as his stomach growled, "I could smell it all the across the beach! I'm starving!"

Yamcha turned to go, but then turned back unexpectedly, "Are you sure nothing's bothering you, Master?"

"I told you, I'm fine," He said, "Go eat. Tell Launch I'll be in in just a moment…"

Yamcha shrugged and left him, entering the house to find Launch, in her good girl form, dark hair tied back with a red kerchief to keep from falling into her face, standing in front of the kitchen table. She was setting places for everyone.

Which included himself, herself and Master Roshi. Tien and Chiaotzu used to stay over more often, but since Tien broke it off with Launch and she was dating Yamcha now, it felt too awkward just yet for them to come over as much.

"Hey, Sweetie!" She called, as he came to over to hug her, she pulled back, laughing and said; "Ugh! You smell horrible, Yamcha! Don't touch me until you get yourself cleaned up!"

"But, I thought you liked strong men who train hard…" He teased, kissing her on the cheek.

"Your strong all right!" She said, backing away and holding her nose between two dainty fingers, "Whew!"

Yamcha laughed and went to take a shower and change his clothes. She would let him touch her later, he knew, and it would be more than just a brief embrace and peck on the cheek, he knew that for sure as well. His stomach growled for attention and he patted it's tightness with one hand; "Don't worry, buddy."

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It was in the middle of breakfast that Master Roshi made his announcement. "I'm going to visit Piccolo," He said, "I was to see those girls of his for myself."

Launch just smiled vacantly as she nibbled on a piece of toat. Yamcha narrowed his eyes and said; "But, doesn't the World Martial Arts Tournament start next week? How long will you be gone?"

"You can train without me, Yamcha," Master Roshi said, "And I'll probably only be gone for a day, Kami willing, so you have nothing to worry about."

"But, why do you want to see them?" Launch asked, "Their just a couple of babies, right? Babies are adorable and all, but there's nothing special about them."

"Oh, I think their something extremely special about those two." Roshi said, "Else why would their power levels at such a young age be so great that I could feel them clear over here!"

"What are they?" Yamcha asked, leaning over his plate of swiftly cooling scrambled eggs, his curiosity aroused.

"At least an even fifty for them both." Roshi answered, dabbing at his lips with a napkin, "Although, that's just guessing, without a scouter and looking at them face to face, I can't really be sure of the correct numbers…"

There is one other person I plan on taking with me, he thought as he continued to eat while Yamcha and Launch talked in low voices, My sister, Baba, told me who the real father of those girls is and it's time he knew them…besides, there must be a way for him and Piccolo to become friends again…it saddens me that…ah, well, I better eat the rest of this breakfast before Launch decides to sneeze and blow the house apart!