Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 7:43:48 GMT -6
Gohan had returned to West City, the site of his greatest defeat and his last stand. He growled as he was handed more milk to deliver as well as a list of who it was to go to. Five bottles for Capsule Corporation! He let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to see any of the Briefs although if he was lucky, Bulma's mother would answer the door. He could only imagine how Bulma would react or Trunks... or especially Vegeta. Very rarely did the Prince of Saiyans roll out the welcoming wagon for anyone, let alone the son of his greatest rival. He looked down at the bottles, letting out a heartfelt sigh.
Gohan began the trek through another of the largest cities on the planet. West City had conveniently placed chilled milk bins though, probably one of the many contributions of the Briefs family that hadn't quite made it elsewhere, although Penguin Village's bins were always cold enough to keep milk cool. He wished that East City would have invested in these. He wouldn't have to awkwardly talk to any of the Briefs at least. Gohan continued to move from bin to bin, wondering how long it would take for him to finish here.
The half saiyan began to wonder why he was always running, wouldn't it be easier to walk and just take a longer time? He shook his head, removing the thought immediately. If the warrior wanted to benefit from this training, the least he could do was make sure that he did it properly. Gohan just wished that this training wasn't so boring. At least when Goku did this he had Krillin with him. Back then Master Roshi accompanied them and they only had to go a short ways in comparison to how far he had gone. Although he did far outclass all of them in ability when they had been doing that.
Gohan had made it nearly half way through the city already, which meant that he came to the stop that he had been fearing the entire time. He sprinted up to it, deftly maneuvering to crate on to his knee as he plucked out a bottle and put it in the bin. He nodded to himself, confident that he had managed to avoid a near disaster. "Hehehe." The familiar laughter of Master Roshi drifted to him, causing him to freeze in apprehension. The old turtle hermit was waddling up to the door, the only thing in his way being Gohan.
"Just in time." Roshi said, ushering the young half saiyan up to the door. "Ready to meet some old friends?" The hermit asked, invoking a glare from Gohan. It had just become very apparent that Master Roshi was much more perceptive than his student had given him credit for. The hermit roughly shouldered the younger man in as the door opened, quickly walking in and shutting the door behind himself. Mrs. Briefs stood wait, the same vacant look upon her face as always.
"Hello Mrs. Brief's." Gohan said, pulling his hat down in front of his face. "Oh hello dears. I'll go get some tea." She responded before scampering off to make them something to drink. The half saiyan glared at Roshi, "Ok, ok. I get it. You made your point I have work to do." He growled, storming off through the doorway to continue his work. All that he could hear though was Master Roshi's laughter, "Hehehe." It would haunt his dreams tonight.
Gohan began to move more quickly, wanting to be out of this city that brought back so many memories. It was more than he could handle at the moment. He had seen that building destroyed by the androids. Trunks and himself had hidden in that building when they had seen the monsters drifting by. He could almost feel people calling out for protection again, yet he knew there was nothing there. Gohan growled, beginning to run full speed from destination to destination.
The half saiyan had finally made it to the last neighborhood. He had come this way so many times on his way to Capsule Corporation when he was younger. After Goku had died, home never felt right again, especially since mother couldn't bear the strain. He dealt with his demons as he did with most problems. He kept his stoic silence, his hatred of the androids flaring up after a moment. Gohan knew that he could stop them... He just had to train harder and keep trying... keep trying. He put the last bottle in the last bin, trying to reconcile his shattered reality.
Gohan began the trek through another of the largest cities on the planet. West City had conveniently placed chilled milk bins though, probably one of the many contributions of the Briefs family that hadn't quite made it elsewhere, although Penguin Village's bins were always cold enough to keep milk cool. He wished that East City would have invested in these. He wouldn't have to awkwardly talk to any of the Briefs at least. Gohan continued to move from bin to bin, wondering how long it would take for him to finish here.
The half saiyan began to wonder why he was always running, wouldn't it be easier to walk and just take a longer time? He shook his head, removing the thought immediately. If the warrior wanted to benefit from this training, the least he could do was make sure that he did it properly. Gohan just wished that this training wasn't so boring. At least when Goku did this he had Krillin with him. Back then Master Roshi accompanied them and they only had to go a short ways in comparison to how far he had gone. Although he did far outclass all of them in ability when they had been doing that.
Gohan had made it nearly half way through the city already, which meant that he came to the stop that he had been fearing the entire time. He sprinted up to it, deftly maneuvering to crate on to his knee as he plucked out a bottle and put it in the bin. He nodded to himself, confident that he had managed to avoid a near disaster. "Hehehe." The familiar laughter of Master Roshi drifted to him, causing him to freeze in apprehension. The old turtle hermit was waddling up to the door, the only thing in his way being Gohan.
"Just in time." Roshi said, ushering the young half saiyan up to the door. "Ready to meet some old friends?" The hermit asked, invoking a glare from Gohan. It had just become very apparent that Master Roshi was much more perceptive than his student had given him credit for. The hermit roughly shouldered the younger man in as the door opened, quickly walking in and shutting the door behind himself. Mrs. Briefs stood wait, the same vacant look upon her face as always.
"Hello Mrs. Brief's." Gohan said, pulling his hat down in front of his face. "Oh hello dears. I'll go get some tea." She responded before scampering off to make them something to drink. The half saiyan glared at Roshi, "Ok, ok. I get it. You made your point I have work to do." He growled, storming off through the doorway to continue his work. All that he could hear though was Master Roshi's laughter, "Hehehe." It would haunt his dreams tonight.
Gohan began to move more quickly, wanting to be out of this city that brought back so many memories. It was more than he could handle at the moment. He had seen that building destroyed by the androids. Trunks and himself had hidden in that building when they had seen the monsters drifting by. He could almost feel people calling out for protection again, yet he knew there was nothing there. Gohan growled, beginning to run full speed from destination to destination.
The half saiyan had finally made it to the last neighborhood. He had come this way so many times on his way to Capsule Corporation when he was younger. After Goku had died, home never felt right again, especially since mother couldn't bear the strain. He dealt with his demons as he did with most problems. He kept his stoic silence, his hatred of the androids flaring up after a moment. Gohan knew that he could stop them... He just had to train harder and keep trying... keep trying. He put the last bottle in the last bin, trying to reconcile his shattered reality.