Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 6:07:29 GMT -6
Gohan shivered as he ran through the ice and snow, up the road towards Penguin Village. It was so cold here and he had been running for so long. At least he didn't have to worry about heat spoiling the milk here. That rotten Roshi was probably going to make a great amount of profit off of forcing him to deliver milk to every city on the planet. Hopefully it would be just as beneficial to himself. He held the crate of milk in front of himself as he ran. It was going to be a very long day, yet at least he would get to go to some interesting new places that his father had told him about.
Gohan made it to the first door, putting it in a conveniently placed bin that said "Milk" upon the front. He nodded to himself, continuing to the next door... and then the next... and then the next. He had only just gotten here and he was already getting tired of this. He let out a heavy sigh as he put yet another bottle of milk into yet another bin that was labeled for milk. He was beginning to feel quite cold, not having worn proper clothing when he set out upon this quest. It had seemed rather pointless yet now he was regretting it.
Gohan continued to the next door, placing the bottle of milk in a bin before turning down another street. He nearly slipped and fell , only noticing now that the entire street was covered in a thin sheet of ice. He could only imagine one person that would be doing such a thing and he could almost hear his soft laughter now. He couldn't fly or do anything like that, so he moved slowly upon the ice, walking carefully from each house to each house. The bottles went in the bins one by one by one. It was almost like it was never going to end. He could only imagine what the point of this was.
Gohan took a step back on to the road, his foot sliding out from beneath him. Hurling the crate up into the air, he allowed his feet to go, planting his hand on the slippery ice, yet digging his fingers in to allow himself to flip back on to his feet. He let out a yelp as he slid forward at a controlled pace, awkwardly catching the crate with his arm and the tip of his stub. He let out a sigh of relief, secure in the knowledge that he had not as of yet failed this training course. He knew Krillin and Goku had done something similar when they were young and training under the Hermit.
Gohan began to move more quickly between each of the bins, although it was still awkward placing the bottles in. He had to press his chest against the crate to hold it against the wall while his hand painstakingly dug out a singular bottle... every time. He wondered if Roshi had purposely designed this to make it more difficult for the one-armed youth. He continued on doggedly though, knowing that if he ever wanted to learn from the great Turtle Hermit, he had to do whatever he said.
Gohan couldn't find the next house, only having a singular bottle left. He eventually managed to get someone to come outside to speak with him. They talked for a moment, the stranger laughing at him as he listened to the exploits that Gohan's master had sent him upon. It probably would have been hilarious had it not been him that had to endure these things. He let out a heavy sigh, encouraging the man to tell him where the last bottle was meant to go. He eventually pointed up a nearby mountain, being the last house to be delivered to every time.
The young half saiyan began to long hike up the side of the mountain, wishing that he could just fly up the side of it and be done with it. Gohan began to mutter obscenities at the hermit, even though he probably wasn't close enough to hear them. Some things are just too strange to be a coincidence though. He continued to put on foot in front of the next, wanting to just be done with it. Gohan stopped for a moment, listening to the wind. "I could've sworn I heard a Ha." He said, shaking his head as if to clear the sound out.
The warrior didn't have to wait long to figure out that he was more than likely right. The sound of a roaring train began to fill his ears, making the entire mountain side shake. Gohan stopped for a moment, glancing upwards. There was an avalanche, pouring down the snow-covered slopes with a ferocity. He erected a shield of ki, protecting him as he plowed through the snow that poured harmlessly down the mountain. It was getting insanely cold though. Gohan veered out of the avalanche, his destination clearly in sight. He stopped placing the crate on the ground before placing the last bottle of milk into the last bin. "Mission accomplished." He said, tossing the last crate into the avalanche that was now much smaller.
Gohan made it to the first door, putting it in a conveniently placed bin that said "Milk" upon the front. He nodded to himself, continuing to the next door... and then the next... and then the next. He had only just gotten here and he was already getting tired of this. He let out a heavy sigh as he put yet another bottle of milk into yet another bin that was labeled for milk. He was beginning to feel quite cold, not having worn proper clothing when he set out upon this quest. It had seemed rather pointless yet now he was regretting it.
Gohan continued to the next door, placing the bottle of milk in a bin before turning down another street. He nearly slipped and fell , only noticing now that the entire street was covered in a thin sheet of ice. He could only imagine one person that would be doing such a thing and he could almost hear his soft laughter now. He couldn't fly or do anything like that, so he moved slowly upon the ice, walking carefully from each house to each house. The bottles went in the bins one by one by one. It was almost like it was never going to end. He could only imagine what the point of this was.
Gohan took a step back on to the road, his foot sliding out from beneath him. Hurling the crate up into the air, he allowed his feet to go, planting his hand on the slippery ice, yet digging his fingers in to allow himself to flip back on to his feet. He let out a yelp as he slid forward at a controlled pace, awkwardly catching the crate with his arm and the tip of his stub. He let out a sigh of relief, secure in the knowledge that he had not as of yet failed this training course. He knew Krillin and Goku had done something similar when they were young and training under the Hermit.
Gohan began to move more quickly between each of the bins, although it was still awkward placing the bottles in. He had to press his chest against the crate to hold it against the wall while his hand painstakingly dug out a singular bottle... every time. He wondered if Roshi had purposely designed this to make it more difficult for the one-armed youth. He continued on doggedly though, knowing that if he ever wanted to learn from the great Turtle Hermit, he had to do whatever he said.
Gohan couldn't find the next house, only having a singular bottle left. He eventually managed to get someone to come outside to speak with him. They talked for a moment, the stranger laughing at him as he listened to the exploits that Gohan's master had sent him upon. It probably would have been hilarious had it not been him that had to endure these things. He let out a heavy sigh, encouraging the man to tell him where the last bottle was meant to go. He eventually pointed up a nearby mountain, being the last house to be delivered to every time.
The young half saiyan began to long hike up the side of the mountain, wishing that he could just fly up the side of it and be done with it. Gohan began to mutter obscenities at the hermit, even though he probably wasn't close enough to hear them. Some things are just too strange to be a coincidence though. He continued to put on foot in front of the next, wanting to just be done with it. Gohan stopped for a moment, listening to the wind. "I could've sworn I heard a Ha." He said, shaking his head as if to clear the sound out.
The warrior didn't have to wait long to figure out that he was more than likely right. The sound of a roaring train began to fill his ears, making the entire mountain side shake. Gohan stopped for a moment, glancing upwards. There was an avalanche, pouring down the snow-covered slopes with a ferocity. He erected a shield of ki, protecting him as he plowed through the snow that poured harmlessly down the mountain. It was getting insanely cold though. Gohan veered out of the avalanche, his destination clearly in sight. He stopped placing the crate on the ground before placing the last bottle of milk into the last bin. "Mission accomplished." He said, tossing the last crate into the avalanche that was now much smaller.