Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Piccolo and Alaura Saga, Episode Four: Children Of The Dawn ❯ At the Airport ( Chapter 8 )

"Are you sure you called her?" Yamcha asked, for the fifteenth time, hopping from one leg to the other in obvious distress, "How soon is she gonna be here…?"

"You have time for a bathroom run, Yamcha," Roshi said, shaking his head, "I thought I told you to go before we left…And where'd Gohan run off to…?"

Yamcha looked around, "I thought I saw him run off towards the refreshments…"

"He's probably in the john," Roshi said, "Hurry up and go! Then go find him and tell him to get his butt back here!"

"I didn't have to go then," Yamcha said, and looked around for a restroom. Spotting one he runs off towards it, leaving the old master alone to wait for Alaura to come pick them up. He pulled their luggage off of the carousal and sat down on his own, Yamcha's sitting next to him making a good footrest. "Something really should be done about that boy."

"Ummm…excuse me, sir?" Roshi looked up to see a grinning gap-toothed boy of about nine standing in front of him, "Aren't you Jackie Chun from the last World Martial Arts Tournament…?"

Roshi looked around to make sure no one heard him before turning back to the kid. "No," He said, "I think you have me confused with…"

"Oh, come on!" The kid practically yelled, "Don't be modest! You kicked ass! Can I have your autograph!?"

Before Roshi could do or say anything otherwise the kid wiped out a sheet of paper from seemingly nowhere and shoved it into Roshi's face. He sighed and took the pen offered to him by a woman standing near waiting for her bags, leaning over to sign an autograph to the kid's paper.

"Wow!" The kid seemed honestly awed by his scrawled name on the sheet of paper, Roshi flushed and then became proud of himself, he drew himself up and opened his mouth and started to explain that what he does might seem cool and fun that in reality, was a lot of hard work that not many people have the endurance for….

When the kid interrupted him with; "You can really kick ass Mr. Chun, but you sure do talk way too much! My Mom's calling! I gotta go, thanks!"

The kid ran off, disappearing quickly into the throng of people.

I didn't hear anyone calling him…? Roshi thought just as Yamcha reappeared, seemingly more at ease. He spotted a pretty well-endowed blonde before Roshi could and winked at her. He slipped away again to see if he could coax a number from her…or if not from her, maybe from her sister…well, if she was hot…

"Yamcha!" Roshi yelled, making the other man jump and rush back after apologizing to the blonde, who just looked confused and more than a bit dazed. Yamcha guessed her anti-nausia medication hadn't quite worn off yet…that or she'd had more than her share of little wine during the flight. "What are you doing?! We're suppose to be waiting for our ride!"

I know! Yamcha thought, eyeing the blonde's butt as it bounced as she walked, And you just made me miss mine…

Aloud he said; "Sorry, Master, I guess I got…distracted…"

"Look!" Master Roshi yelled, jumping up and pointing, "There she is! Alaura! Alaura! Over here!"

The still incredibly beautiful white-blonde woman in her late thirties smiled warmly when she saw them and made a beeline through the crowd towards them.

"Wow!" Yamcha said, before she was close enough to hear, "She looks even better now than she did when I last saw her…don't you think, Roshi?"

"Hmm!" Roshi nodded, eyeing Alaura's breasts through her blouse, which moved as she walked, "She sure could give Bulma a run for her money!"

"How are you two?!" Alaura asked as she came upon them, hugging Yamcha, not seeming to care that about his hand straying to her butt for a moment so beif as to not even be noticeable before bending down to embrace the older man and kiss him chastely on the cheek. However, Roshi, at the last moment, turned his head and tried to stick his tongue down her throat.

"Stop that, you silly old goat!" Alaura laughed, pulling away, "Always up to your same old tricks, I see."

"Well, you can't blame a man for trying, Sweetstuff." Roshi said, by way of apologizing, "Besides, there's a more important reason for this visit. Yamcha? Did you find Gohan?"

Suddenly, Gohan appeared, walking up, eating a very overpriced corndog and a bag of fries.

"Gohan." Alaura said, trying to will her voice to be calm, still, the complete opposite of her insides, which were shaking like a bowl of jello, "How are you?"

"A-Alaura!" He said, between a french fry and a bite of corndog, he chewed, swallowed and began again, "You…you look good."

"So, do you."

"I heard you had twins," Gohan said, fidgeting, "Sorry I haven't…

"Oh, it's okay," Alaura said, "It would have been awkward, you know…what with…well…."

"Yeah."

"Do you…" Alaura began, unsure of where to start or why she was even asking, or felt the need to ask, "Want to…umm…meet them?"

"Oh! Umm…well…" Gohan said, seemingly taken aback, "Sure! I mean, they are my kids, right?"

Alaura quieted for a moment at those words.

"No, Gohan," She corrected him, "They aren't your kids. They're mine and Piccolo's. Keep that straight. Come on. Let's go. I left the car running."