|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 10, 2011 5:19:50 GMT -6
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 10, 2011 5:18:49 GMT -6
Gohan had finally made it back from those horrid milk deliveries. The young man felt sorry for all milkmen, especially ones that had to go to each city or ones that were harassed by a crazy old man with a turtle on his back. He had at least broke the tedium of the day by day routine though, warriors powerful enough to destroy planets were not meant to have the menial tasks that were assigned to non-fighters. Gohan could only image his father attempting a normal job. Goku as a clerk at a grocery store, doing push-ups behind the counter. It would never happen, his was just too much of a warrior and warriors couldn't just sit idly and wait... well most of them couldn't.
Gohan was really starting to wonder if Master Roshi would get off of his back, literally. The old man knew some farmers nearby that were having problems plowing their fields so he had decided to continue the half saiyan's training there. The turtle hermit wanted to come along so that he could make sure that Gohan followed his rules and didn't use any techniques that would make it go along more quickly and so he could sit there and laugh at him. Master Roshi was a cruel, cruel teacher, that senile old man. The young man let out a heavy sigh as he finally reached the field, waiting for the elderly man to hop off.
Master Rosh jumped down and then tottered off to the side, sitting down next to the field. He looked at Gohan, nodding, as if to say that it was time to begin. The half saiyan began to think of ways to go about this. He only had one idea and that was to slam his hand into the dirt and run up and down the fields, leaving furrows. That of course would be difficult with his singular hand but that seemed to be the only option open to him. He moved over to the square patch of soil that seemed to be rather hard.
Gohan slammed his hand into the dirt, his face set in a determined grimace. He began to dash from on end to the other, turning around at the end only to run back towards the other side. He kept moving as fast as he could, knowing that Master Roshi expected him to do this with as much speed and precision as he could. He kept going, the dirt becoming much better for farming as he did so. The side of his hand slammed against something big and hard. The young man was brought up short by this, tumbling forward.
Gohan let out a heavy sigh, digging with his singular hand to find the source of this failure. He could now figure out why their plow had broken and they needed help. A large boulder had somehow become lodged into their field. He cleared out a small area over the top of the large rock. Gohan looked back at Roshi for a moment then shattered the boulder with his hand. He began to toss the remains into the distance, hoping that he didn't hit anything with the broken shards of the rock. They weren't large but he was throwing them with quite a bit of force into the distance.
The half saiyan began to rearrange the soil, having left a large hole in the ground. Gohan wasn't exactly a farmer but he figured it wouldn't be productive to leave a large patch in the middle of the field unusable. His hand was already covered in mud and dirt, while the clothes that he had worn for this work were brown in color now. He could only imagine what his mother would have done had she seen him now. The young man shivered at the thought, knowing that while Chi-Chi wasn't exactly powerful, her rage was fearsome and she did know how to fight rather well for a human.
Gohan, satisfied with the work that he had done to cover the hole the boulder had left, continued with his work. He moved more quickly than any regular human could see, although many people seemed to be able to do that now. The young man's hand was beginning to feel rather sore, although that was probably most from the boulder, which he hadn't been expecting to be there. The half saiyan wondered if Roshi and the farmers had known about that before he had encountered it. Probably, that senile old man was always trying to make things difficult for the new generation of fighters.
Gohan scowled as he finally finished with the job, attempting to find something to wipe his hands off on. He muttered to himself as he walked back to Master Roshi. It didn't appear that any rags were provided for him. The young warrior would just have to clean his hands in the waters around Kame House. The turtle hermit leapt on to his back, obviously intent on getting a ride back as well. Gohan sighed, obviously annoyed by the old man, yet not wanting to say anything. The half saiyan put on an expression that spoke volumes about his discontent as he traveled back to the hermit's house.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 10, 2011 2:50:45 GMT -6
Gohan didn't know how about only six of their friend's have survived was a relief. Well, to be honest, those were the only ones that Yamcha had interacted with most of the time. His father had told him about his rivalry with Tien, Krillin, and himself yet ever since Namek, none of the humans had really spent much time with them. Perhaps they were all training or distracted with living their lives, which had been cut short at the hands of the androids. Gohan looked the other man over, wondering if he had been training with Goku perhaps, maybe Tien and Chiaotzu, or even Krillin. They all seemed to be at about the same amount of power, which was bad considered there were monsters running about with enormous amounts of power. He could only imagine how they would defeat them.
"Decided to take the day off? And you'd be so kind as to spare me a moment of your time." Gohan grinned, knowing what this was leading to. He rolled his neck, popping it. He scratched the back of his neck as he waited for the invitation, not wanting to rush Yamcha. Very rarely had good things ever come from trying to get the bandit to do what was expected of him. Gohan knew this from the many stories that his father had told him about his adventures as a young man. Piccolo had told him many things as well. He wished the two of them were still by his side now.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 10:02:26 GMT -6
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 10:01:31 GMT -6
Gohan had been dreading this stop. Mount Paozu, where his family lived. He wished that he knew what was happening. The half saiyan had just planned on spending the day with Trunks and then all of this had happened and he couldn't figure out any of it. The warrior could remember every nook and cranny of this place, waterfalls, forests, bandits, all of it. It was likely it had changed since he had been here though... Gohan hadn't been here often since Goku had died. Their house hadn't felt like a home since then and his mother always sat in a slump. He had made sure that his mother was comfortable, taking care of all of her needs, yet Chi-Chi just wasn't the same with Goku gone.
Gohan was pondering the events of the past as he picked up the milk crate. It was going to be a long day. Mount Paozu had been difficult to figure out when he had been a child, with both arms and no crate of milk. This was going to take him most of the day without flying. He began the long, difficult trek up the mountain, keeping his eyes on the path as he went. The crate was much smaller than all of the previous deliveries, except perhaps Penguin Village, which also had a smaller population than the populated cities that he had gone to.
Gohan hopped over rocks, fallen trees, and any streams that crossed the path. It hadn't been taken care of very well, yet it still felt nice to return to to place that he had played in during his childhood. He remembered Icarus liked to flounder around in that creek. He cracked a grin at the thought of the dragon that had accompanied him occasionally as a child. The half saiyan reached the first house, dropping off the milk quickly before moving on. He remembered the people there... they didn't have any children so he didn't remember what they were like, yet he remembered their appearance at least.
Gohan had made it halfway through his deliveries before his first major dilemma. The bandits had barricaded the path, a large amount of household items covering the road. Perhaps it would have deterred a lesser individual yet for someone like him, it was barely an inconvenience. He put down the crate for a moment, scowling at the men that stepped out. He pointed the palm of his singular hand at the makeshift wall. A ball of yellow ki shot out, destroying it. The highwaymen reconsidered their lives in this moment, dropping their weapons and fleeing with all haste.
Gohan hadn't even made it to the next house when he met a bear. It brushed up against him, pawing at him as if curious to see what he had. He had always been a lover of nature, although it was difficult to rub the furry brown creature while he carried the milk with his one arm. Only after he made it to the house and the owner's wouldn't answer did he see how this would be a problem. Gohan put down to box, shooing off the animal. He felt bad having to do this but he had to finish his deliveries! He wondered if regular milk men had to deal with this kind of stress.
The half saiyan came to his family's home next. An interesting thing to be at. He was arrested with indecision at the door. Should he ring the doorbell and give the milk to his mother like a good milkman or would she detain him while he was here. Gohan didn't want to think about it... he could just leave the milk on the porch and surely it would get in there... unless some animal stole it. He decided upon a compromise of the two solutions. He put a bottle of milk upon the sidewalk then rang the doorbell darting into the bushes before Chi-Chi answered the door. She puttered around for a moment, obviously confused and perhaps slightly angry before going back inside.
Gohan began to deliver the rest of the milk distractedly. He remembered when his father had first taken him on a ride on the Flying Nimbus. It had been such fun and he had never thought he could be as big, strong, or brave as his father. He wished he could have stayed that innocence, perhaps even become the scholar that his mother had always wanted him to be. The young man didn't regret a moment of his life though. Gohan could only imagine what it would have been like, perhaps he would be a teacher or a scientist... Although he hoped that he would never have anything to do with robotics.
The half saiyan crunched the crate down, dispensing of it in the garbage can that the last house had outside. He felt a rumbly in his tumbly after a moment, causing him to glance down at his stomach. Gohan could almost smell his mother's food... in fact he probably could. The young man didn't want to risk an encounter with the alternate version of his mother though, heading on to the next city, to grab a bite to eat and then continue with his milk delivery. At least Master Roshi hadn't done anything here to keep him off balance.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 9:28:51 GMT -6
Gohan was rather confused by Yamcha's seeming knowledge of himself and Trunks. Everyone else hadn't quite known why he was like he was. It was rather comforting to know that everything he had known wasn't a lie. He had no idea where Trunks had gone, flying off quickly after Gohan's halo had disappeared. And then he'd realized the state his power level was in when he couldn't even sense where his friend was. Everything was so confusing since that had happened. He wished Trunks had told him what surprise he was showing him when he got in that Capsule Corporation contraption.
"Bulma and Chi-Chi... As far as I remember. No Guardian means no Dragon Balls. I'm not even alive over there. Oh yeah, Roshi, Puar, and Oolong came out form their submarine too." Gohan was confused by Yamcha's apology. It wasn't like the truth hurt him any longer. It would probably injure the bandit more to hear that he was still in the Other World over there. He shrugged, glancing around the clearing once more as he attempted to figure out the ex-bandit's purpose here. "So what're you doing out here, Yamcha?" It wasn't like him to be out and about by himself. Gohan had figured that if the bandit was training, Tien would be making sure he never surpassed him.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 8:49:09 GMT -6
Gohan didn't know what to do here. He wished Trunks was here to explain to him what was happening here. He rolled his shoulders uneasily, glancing at the forest around them. The half saiyan looked over Yamcha, he did seem to be stronger than the last time they had met. Perhaps the bandit wasn't lazing about any more. "Errr... I suppose I'm still a fighter." He couldn't remember much about Yamcha before his fate at the hands of the androids. It had been a rather tragic event when all of the Z Fighters had met their match in the form of the cyborgs. He rubbed his stump for a moment, staring at the ground off to the side, trying to think of something to say...
"It's... ok, I suppose. Ever since the androids..." Gohan trailed off, unable to figure out how to explain it to someone with little knowledge. He could only wonder who Yamcha had been training with. Gohan could remember the time the human had snuck into the Gravity room at Capsule Corporation and had tried to set it to 300x only to find out that Vegeta was far more powerful than himself. The half saiyan looked around, wondering where Puar was. The cat usually accompanied Yamcha wherever he went. "Where's Puar?"
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 1:24:05 GMT -6
"I'm not a full saiyan... Only half of one. If I remember right... only five saiyans survived." Gohan could only wonder if the violent race that he was a member of had left any other partial vestiges. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch of the imagination to think that there had been half saiyans before him, yet he had never heard of them. Perhaps it would pay off to look for remnants of the saiyan race such as himself, although it probably wouldn't yield any results, especially not any that he wanted. He looked at the red-skinned alien, wondering if he had ever seen the brutality of an elite saiyan warrior. Probably not, most people hadn't although as a small child, he had seen Vegeta and Nappa kill several of his friends.
"I'm sure you could Neylo." Gohan had never met the fighter that had reached their limit. If they continued training, fighting, and surviving. The half saiyan looked at Neylo rather seriously. "Never stop striving for your limit and you should never find it." The earthling warrior said to the alien, nodding confidently at him. His father had proved that. Even as a child, Goku should have died hundreds of time yet against all odds he managed to defeat King Piccolo, Raditz, Vegeta, Ginyu, and Frieza. "Don't stop believing." Gohan said, wondering where his journey might take him.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 0:36:25 GMT -6
Gohan began to doubt his decision. Why did he have to know all of the most powerful fighters on Earth? It would have been useful to find some random bystander, yet it didn't seem to be destined that way. It was a nice day though, he took a deep breath as the breeze ruffled his hair. He reached up, rubbing the scars on his face as he watched Yamcha, wondering how similar they were. He didn't have the crossed one upon his cheek though. "I am Gohan..." He said, unsure of how to explain something that he didn't understand yet. He looked over Yamcha, determining that he wasn't the human warrior that had been killed by the androids like he remembered, mostly because he looked at the end of his left arm.
Gohan looked into the sky, wondering if he should even bother to explain. "From what I understand, I'm not the Gohan you're familiar with though." The half saiyan shrugged as he looked over Yamcha. He had always been rather relaxed, yet it should be noted that this man had always had a peculiar temper as well. "Still playing baseball?" He asked, remembering that as the last profession that the human martial artist had. That had been quite some time ago though, it could have changed or Yamcha might never have been a baseball player here.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 8, 2011 6:39:15 GMT -6
Gohan had sensed a decently high power level nearby as he had been wandering around Earth. He had been attempting to grow stronger, yet it was difficult on your own. When he had been younger, his father or Piccolo would teach him, their power levels far outclassing his own, yet no matter where he looked he couldn't find any power level that staggered him except perhaps a singular one. His uncle Raditz had increased his power three hundred fold since the last time they had met. Quite an intimidating person back when he had been a child, Gohan's uncle had been no less fearsome this time... although this time he could easily destroy the planet that the half saiyan called home.
The young one-armed man descended upon to the field, glancing around the area. It was warm, a nice day by all accounts. He could feel the power level.... there. It was Yamcha, a power level nearly equaling his own and it was Yamcha. That was quite a surprise. "Yamcha, good to see you." He said, all the while wondering how the human warrior from this strange world would act. He still couldn't figure out all of the differences, yet he was sure that this man was going to be the same. Gohan could picture the older man flirting with women all of the time, either that or doing whatever Bulma commanded, depending upon when.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 8, 2011 6:05:05 GMT -6
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 8, 2011 6:01:04 GMT -6
Gohan looked over the city. Ginger Town had apparently been the site of some disaster in the past although all of the details he had managed to receive were rather vague. It was his final day as a milkman and it had been a long, arduous journey to get this far. He wondered if his father would have been able to do this when originally being trained by Master Roshi. Not many people had the ability to counteract an avalanche yet Gohan supposed that a well placed Kamehameha would have been able to divert disaster. He rubbed the end of his left arm, which was close to half of what had been his bicep.
The half saiyan was rather confused by this town. Most people on Earth seemed rather open, trusting, and happy. Gingertown was the home of careful, almost hostile. When he had arrived to grab the crate of milk bottles, the man had pointed a gun at him as he was walking through the door. Gohan could only imagine what would make a community so defensive. He had grabbed the package, walking slowly so as not to startle the man... He didn't want any of the bottles of milk to be broken! That would be a horrible occurrence. He moved cautiously down the street, unsure of how to go about this.
The first door was locked and even when it was pushed open slightly, there was a chain securing the door from opening too far. The man requested that the milk be left on the door step and watched suspiciously as Gohan obeyed the request. He had been to Gingertown once in his own timeline and it hadn't been nearly so defensive. The event must truly have been devastating for them to be so suspicious about outsiders. He didn't want to see what happened when someone like Piccolo showed up here. Non-saiyan aliens were generally less welcome when they had strange appearances, for example green skin.
Gohan ran in between the houses, although he slowly moved when he reached any area that could possibly be seen by the people inside the houses. He didn't want to startle anyone. The half saiyan figured this was going to take the rest of the day. The end was in sight though and he just had to persevere, keep going until the bottles were delivered and the crazy old Roshi was satisfied with his training. He kept moving carefully, not wanting any of the prying eyes to think that he was doing anything harmful to the city.
Gohan could hear a plane zooming by in the sky. It didn't really register as the half saiyan continued his task. He moved as quickly as he thought he could without spooking the locals. He could almost hear Master Roshi's laugh though. "Hehehehe." Perhaps the overly cautious town had something to do with the turtle hermit? Had he given them some bad advice or was there another trick coming in some form? The young warrior couldn't imagine what the senile old man could be attempting with this, though he didn't want to be lulled into a false sense of security either.
A ki blast shot down out of the sky, not aimed at Gohan, yet merely at the street. It made the sound of a small explosion, leaving a small crater in the ground. Suddenly everything became clear to the half saiyan. Roshi had warned them of impending danger and then had sent him to deliver milk. Thus when he flew by in that plane, he could create a loud noise and startle everyone in the town. It was ingenious. Too ingenious. That crazy hermit had better be glad that his student was strong or else Gohan might find this portion to be incredibly painful.
The young warrior began to dip and dodge as a hail of gunfire started, nearly all of it aimed at him. He moved at such a speed that human eyes could no longer follow him as he quickly placed milk at all of the doorsteps. The loud booms of larger weapons was punctuated by the rat-a-tat-tat of smaller automatic weapons. Gohan could only hope that they all had to reload at the same moment as he whirled from house to house, avoiding any thing that came his way while using afterimage to set down any bottles without danger of the bottles shattering. It was difficult, holding a large crate with only his teeth, yet the incredibly powerful young man did just that.
The half saiyan managed to put down the last bottle, fleeing from the town as wave after wave of lead was sent after him. Gohan did not appreciate this, not one but. He would have to teach Roshi a lesson when he got back to Kame House. He launched himself into the air, finally free of the no flying restriction that had been set upon him since he had started this accursed quest. "Finally done. Time to go get some real work down." The young man left a trail through the sky as he flew at blistering speeds towards his current mentor's residence.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 8, 2011 4:28:18 GMT -6
All roads lead to Rome as they say, right? Well Central City just so happened to be the Rome around these parts and it was where Gohan found himself on a fine day. It was a mixture of all of the other cities, being in the middle it was exposed to more diversity than the other ones. It had the inventions from West City, the hagglers from East City, and the ridiculous Hercule fans from Satan City. Ahhh, it was a very nice city to be in and as far as he knew there weren't going to be any surprises from random people that he had met or was already connected to in some way that didn't make sense to him at all. It should be an easy day of work, if Roshi didn't try to stop him again today.
Gohan arrived and received the crate as usual. This city also had the bins that had been designed in West City. That was a good thing as it meant that he didn't have to wait at doors for people to either answer it or for him to realize that nobody was home. He kept moving, his feet a blur as he ran from bin to bin. He was becoming very speedy in comparison to what he had been when had first arrived on Earth. Perhaps this milk delivery thing was actually paying off. He felt rather light on his feet and his speed was a rather amazing thing. He could almost imagine that he was faster than Burter had been when they had met on Namek. He had been so quick that he could catch a dragon ball that Vegeta had thrown, no easy feat.
Central City was confusing though, Gohan felt as if he was off course every time he turned down a different street. One street looked exactly the same as the last one and the half saiyan had wandered around the block trying to find the right house for thirty minutes. Every time things started to look up, the young man began to feel the dismal boredom of the job. The only exciting things that happened were when Master Roshi randomly appeared and attempted to keep him from continuing the job. Hopefully the old man would appear some time today.
The crowds in this city were abysmal, not caring if a one-armed man carrying a crate of glass bottles of milk was attempting to make his way down the sidewalk. Gohan wanted to teach them a lesson, one swift kick and they would clear out quickly. The half saiyan would never actually do that but frustration made him think of things that would help calm him down. Who hadn't imagined beating the guy that kept getting in the way while moving things. He could just imagine it now. He let out a heavy sigh, evicting the violent mental picture from his mind.
Gohan kept his ki sense searching for Roshi, wondering when the old turtle hermit would finally make his appearance. The young saiyan was prepared for any attack that might be thrown his way. He wasn't going to let that old man phase him, no way. Gohan walked on with his confident thoughts, alert when Master Roshi's power level finally did appear. It wasn't like before, it didn't seem like he was preparing for a battle this time, he was just strolling along, calm as he could be, from what Gohan could sense.
The turtle hermit was very devious at times though, aiming for the weakness of his opponents and students alike. The old man tottered around the corner, holding a bowl in his hands. It was full of steaming hot food, the scent of which was intoxicating to Gohan. He stared at the food, his mouth hanging open as he drooled openly. The half saiyan hadn't eaten anything since this morning and that had only been to tide him over for a while. He had planned on stopping to eat before he began his deliveries but he had forgotten.
Gohan stared at the food with intense longing, walking along the path that he had already been going upon. He bumped into quite a few people who seemed angry yet the half saiyan was oblivious, staring at the food with desire. He began to whimper as he continued to deliver the milk, feeling his grumbling stomach begging for food now that he had been reminded. Goku had often told him that it was difficult to do anything on an empty stomach yet Gohan had never taken that warning seriously until now. He felt like he was made of lead unless he was moving towards the food.
The half saiyan sprinted to each and every last house, the speed with which he worked amazing. The bottles disappeared in quick order, flying in to the designated bins as Gohan moved as quickly as he could. The young man tumbled into a restaurant, throwing out the spare zeni that he had. He didn't care what food they brought, as long as it was edible and there was a large amount of it. He began to devour everything they brought to him, eating as quickly as he could to restore his energy.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 8, 2011 2:28:42 GMT -6
Gohan wasn't surprised that Neylo had heard about the transformation. While only a few people in the universe could transform into a being with such power, Goku had used it in many battles and he was probably something of a legend in quite a few places. Apparently the ridiculous Hercule had some how managed to usurp most of his father's fame here. It was very strange. The ex-World Martial Arts Tournament, savior of Earth several times, and man that married the famous Ox King's daughter was better known in the Other World than he was on Earth. Gohan shook his head, finding it amusing that the humans that went about their daily lives were so oblivious to the actions of the people attempting to save or destroy them.
"Any saiyan can, it's just a matter of power, anger, and need." Gohan said, clenching his fist as he remembered the event that had allowed him to become more powerful than any of the beings that had been killed. It was strange, in destroying most of the opposition, the androids had created the biggest challenge that they had to overcome. "That man is more than likely my inspiration." Gohan said, remembering his father that had been so kind yet so powerful. He had to be like that, yet even with that strength Goku had fallen to a disease. The half saiyan could barely comprehend how that had happened.
|
|
|
Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 23:54:02 GMT -6
Gohan's milk route was finally winding down. He was on the last half of it. He had been through the two biggest cities, as well as Penguin Village, and Satan City, where he had an awkward encounter with his father-in-law Hercule apparently. It was becoming more annoying to carry all of this stuff with a singular arm. Perhaps he would have to visit Dr. Brief's and get something that would help him with every day life, although Gohan never planned upon delivering milk to another person in his entire life. He wondered what Master Roshi was concocting in this city, probably some grand riot or another to keep him from delivering milk.
Gohan arrived, picking up the milk that he would soon distribute throughout the entire city. He stared at the crate for a moment, obviously put off by the sight of more work to be done. He sighed heavily, wondering if it would have been simply easier to just wish that all of the milk had been delivered. Surely it couldn't take that long to find all seven dragon balls and he had been doing this for... Gohan didn't want to think about that. Senile Master Roshi was probably doing all kinds of perverted things to Alexi, crazy old coot just sending him out to get alone time with a beautiful woman... Actually the half saiyan could understand that now. He wanted nothing more than to relax at the moment.
Gohan began the long run around the city, banging against the door whenever he came to a house. It was almost a ritual to him now, either allowing the person to pick from the crate or leaving the bottle of milk next to the door before moving on. It seemed like he had been doing this forever, especially since it now consumed his entire day, every day for the past week. The half saiyan could barely think straight with the image of milk sneaking it and taunting him with its... its... desire to be delivered. Gohan shuddered, the thought of his nightmares disturbing him.
The half saiyan tried to stay alert as he moved through the city, keeping his senses out searching for Master Roshi. It wouldn't be unusual for him to pop in unexpectedly and make things difficult for Gohan. He kept his eyes on the path in front of him while he sensed for unusual amounts of ki, although nothing to the extreme like his own. He eventually did begin to sense something... It appeared to be roughly thirty times more powerful than the average human... Gohan shook his head, it was definitely the Turtle Hermit.
The half saiyan was expecting finesse, some subtle distraction followed by something that would be incredibly difficult to over come from he powerful human, yet it only seemed that Roshi was coming towards Gohan. Perhaps he wasn't even coming for the half saiyan... fat chance. The turtle hermit suddenly appeared, throwing a flurry of blows at the young man. "Hey whoa! Don't make me drop the milk!" Gohan shouted, struggling to avoid the attack whilst holding the crate. He ducked his head, jerking from side to side, evasion being the best option here.
The young man continued to dodge attacks while delivering milk, making it take quite a bit longer. People were unsure of whether or not they should grab the bottles while Gohan was moving like that. The hermit was quick though, he had managed to land a few whacks upon the half saiyan which was something that he could handle. He let out a grunt every time the staff hit his ribs, wondering if he would have bruises from Master Roshi tomorrow. The student began to devise a plan to escape from his menacing master.
Gohan spotted the element that he needed to make his escape. He darted forward, leaving Roshi slightly behind as he moved. The half saiyan stopped, opening his hand and firing a blast of ki out from under the crate. It wasn't aimed at the hermit though, instead whipping a young attractive woman's skirts high to where you could nearly see her undergarment. The plan had the expected effect on Master Roshi, a lecherous grin spread upon his face with a drip of blood dropping from his nose. The young man took this time to continue his delivery.
The half saiyan finally delivered the last bottle, throwing the crate into a nearby dumpster. He let out a heavy yawn as he looked at the nearly set sun. Gohan rubbed his eyes, glad that he only had to do this in two more cities for the crazy old man. It wouldn't be much longer and then Master Roshi would begin his training in earnest... or so the half saiyan hoped. He began the trek onwards, wanting to be finished with this milk business. "Only two more cities. Only two..." Gohan growled to himself, feeling the need to grow more powerful.
|
|