Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 8:49:54 GMT -6
Yet another godforsaken city with a godforsaken shortage of milk. Gohan could feel the lack of enthusiasm flow through him as he picked up another crate. Endlessly it was day after day after day of milk going everywhere. He grunted as he lifted the crate, wondering how much sleep he had been getting every night. What was this place again? Oh right, Satan city, named after some hotshot martial artist or another. It was ridiculous how someone could become more famous than his father just by winning one that his father wasn't in. Why wasn't there a Goku city? Probably because Goku didn't understand the first thing about people but that was beside the point!
Gohan began going from door to door, banging on each of them with a foot, the crate, his elbow, or his head. These bottles all had the face of some strange man with an abnormally tall head, large mouth, afro, and a weird mustache. He hadn't seen that on any of the bottles that he had delivered to any of the other places, why would it be like that here? He could only wonder, handing people their bottles of milk as he went from door to door. He imagined himself smashing bottles of milk upon the Kame House, many bottles.
Gohan saw pictures of this weird guys face everywhere. On drinks, on restaurants, on posters, everywhere! He didn't understand how this man could be so famous! He had only won one World Martial Arts Tournament! He hadn't even been a contender back when Goku, Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Master Roshi had regularly entered into the tournaments. The Turtle Hermit had won several times, once under the alias of Jackie Chun! Yet there were no Roshi cities or Roshi brand sodas!
Gohan shook his head in disbelief at the amount of marketing this man must have done. He must be very charismatic to be able to make this kind of business possible. The half saiyan almost wished his father had done this, perhaps then he would have had enough money to find a cure... that was in the past... or future... or something. Gohan didn't know but there was no time to be worrying about that now. He ran onwards, dispensing a bottle of milk to each house he came to.
Gohan eventually came upon a large mansion. He kicked the door a few times. He waited for a moment, about to leave a bottle next to the door when it swung open. "Haha! I see you've come for an autograph from the World Champion! Don't be shy my fans come here all the time!" Hercule shouted, his gravelly voice carrying some distance from the present area. Gohan opened his mouth, glancing down at one of the bottles of milk to make sure this was the Mr. Satan that the city was named after. "I'm not here for an autograph. I'm just delivering milk, sir." He gestured at Hercule with the crate, waiting for him to take a bottle.
The world champion stood and stared blankly at Gohan for a moment, as if unsure of how to react. "Gohan, where have you been?! Videl was looking all over for you! She's not going to like those scars and what happened to our arm!" Mr. Satan continued to shout, his confident voice still turned on. Hercule grabbed a bottle of milk after a moment, waiting for answers from the young man. "Well.... ya see.... Whose Videl?" Gohan asked, confused by the entire scenario. "WHAT?! VIDEL YOUR WIFE! PAN'S MOTHER!"
Gohan's eyes bulged open for a moment, wife?! Pan?! This must be another one of Roshi's schemes! "Sorry, wrong guy! I gotta go deliver more milk!" He shouted over his shoulder as he went as fast he could in the opposite direction. He couldn't even imagine half of what the guy had said, nor how he had become so popular with such a loud annoying voice. Gohan figured that Hercule had to be one of the silliest people he'd ever met. He continued along his milk route, wondering if that had been Roshi's surprise for the day.
He moved through the rest of the city without incident, eventually finding out from a few of the bigger fans of Mr. Satan that apparently he was the son-in-law of the world champion. That was rather interesting. Apparently he was married... A turn that had not been expected but something that he would deal with nonetheless. He plopped down the empty crate, beginning to walk on to the next city. It was going to take a while without flying yet Gohan was sure that he could do it.
Gohan began going from door to door, banging on each of them with a foot, the crate, his elbow, or his head. These bottles all had the face of some strange man with an abnormally tall head, large mouth, afro, and a weird mustache. He hadn't seen that on any of the bottles that he had delivered to any of the other places, why would it be like that here? He could only wonder, handing people their bottles of milk as he went from door to door. He imagined himself smashing bottles of milk upon the Kame House, many bottles.
Gohan saw pictures of this weird guys face everywhere. On drinks, on restaurants, on posters, everywhere! He didn't understand how this man could be so famous! He had only won one World Martial Arts Tournament! He hadn't even been a contender back when Goku, Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Master Roshi had regularly entered into the tournaments. The Turtle Hermit had won several times, once under the alias of Jackie Chun! Yet there were no Roshi cities or Roshi brand sodas!
Gohan shook his head in disbelief at the amount of marketing this man must have done. He must be very charismatic to be able to make this kind of business possible. The half saiyan almost wished his father had done this, perhaps then he would have had enough money to find a cure... that was in the past... or future... or something. Gohan didn't know but there was no time to be worrying about that now. He ran onwards, dispensing a bottle of milk to each house he came to.
Gohan eventually came upon a large mansion. He kicked the door a few times. He waited for a moment, about to leave a bottle next to the door when it swung open. "Haha! I see you've come for an autograph from the World Champion! Don't be shy my fans come here all the time!" Hercule shouted, his gravelly voice carrying some distance from the present area. Gohan opened his mouth, glancing down at one of the bottles of milk to make sure this was the Mr. Satan that the city was named after. "I'm not here for an autograph. I'm just delivering milk, sir." He gestured at Hercule with the crate, waiting for him to take a bottle.
The world champion stood and stared blankly at Gohan for a moment, as if unsure of how to react. "Gohan, where have you been?! Videl was looking all over for you! She's not going to like those scars and what happened to our arm!" Mr. Satan continued to shout, his confident voice still turned on. Hercule grabbed a bottle of milk after a moment, waiting for answers from the young man. "Well.... ya see.... Whose Videl?" Gohan asked, confused by the entire scenario. "WHAT?! VIDEL YOUR WIFE! PAN'S MOTHER!"
Gohan's eyes bulged open for a moment, wife?! Pan?! This must be another one of Roshi's schemes! "Sorry, wrong guy! I gotta go deliver more milk!" He shouted over his shoulder as he went as fast he could in the opposite direction. He couldn't even imagine half of what the guy had said, nor how he had become so popular with such a loud annoying voice. Gohan figured that Hercule had to be one of the silliest people he'd ever met. He continued along his milk route, wondering if that had been Roshi's surprise for the day.
He moved through the rest of the city without incident, eventually finding out from a few of the bigger fans of Mr. Satan that apparently he was the son-in-law of the world champion. That was rather interesting. Apparently he was married... A turn that had not been expected but something that he would deal with nonetheless. He plopped down the empty crate, beginning to walk on to the next city. It was going to take a while without flying yet Gohan was sure that he could do it.