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Dragonball: Unforgotten
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"Hey look! It's the one star dragonball!" Goku said excitedly as he looked at the post.
You nodded with a gut twisting feeling in your stomach. The dragonball was being used as a background for a competition poster. Which meant that whoever made or designed the poster had seen the orb. And considering that the dragon radar kept telling you and Goku that it was nearby, there was a chance that they not only saw it but had the dragonball as well. Problem was that there was no guarantee that either you or Goku would find the ball by attending.
"Play with the pros huh?" You murmured more to yourself than anything.
"What if the ball is one of the prizes?" Goku asked, looking at the same poster.
"Well, do you want to enter and find out?"
"Sure. What do I have to do?"
You read the fine print on the poster. And there was a lot of it. So much in such a crammed up paragraph at the bottom that your brain wanted to stop reading it halfway through. You pushed through it so that you could summarize it for him. It wasn't that Goku couldn't read it if he tried but you had found out that his memory for things he Red was pretty shit. Yet anything he heard? He had it locked down and was ready to use what he learned. Probably because he was much more of a socio-physical learner. The whole concept of monkey see, monkey do.
"It says that you enter in sporting events to show off your skills. And the best player faces off against a pro in that sport. If you beat the pro at that skill or come close according to the judges, then you get the prize money. Each event you pay 50 Zenni to enter and looks like you can win up to 3000 Zenni if you win."
"Huh, so it's like a lot of smaller tournaments where you have to face off against the champion at the end to win."
"Yeah, something like that," you agreed with him.
You fought the urge to rip the well made poster off the wall. Instead you tried to memorize the address of the sign ups. From what you could tell it wasn't too far away. Looked like it was being held at a local sports park. And spectator tickets were already on sale.
"Is this what you want to spend your money on Goku? Kami gave it to you so you could come down and gain experience..."
You did feel guilty. Not only was he doing a lot of the physical work but he was the one buying everything. You tried to make sure that you found the best bargains for his money like the cheap hotel. And you made sure to cook as best as you could with what resources were available. Plus you did your best to answer all of his questions regardless of how embarrassing they were. Or how personal. But it still didn't feel like it was enough. Not for the enormous things he was doing for you.
"If it leads us to the next dragonball, definitely."
You gave him a wavering smile as you squeezed his hand beside you and murmured a heartfelt "Thank you".
"Think of it! After we get this one, we'll only need two more! And then we can make a wish to get you better again."
"You realize once I'm better, I won't be able to knock out grown men right?" You asked him, fear gripping your insides from your own question.
What if he was only helping you because he thought he found a good fighting partner or something? You theorized that wasn't true based on all of the stories he told you about his adventures as a kid. He genuinely wanted to help people from the sounds of it. And that's really all that you experienced from him. But that fear still gripped you from the inside, reminding you of how you met him. He had really only taken interest in you after he saw you cold cock a dude. And that had been kind of a fluke at that time. You'd done similar things since like with the thugs yesterday. But...again, that was all because your body was on hyper drive without a regulating system.
"Hmm I guess you're right," Goku admitted. Your stomach dropped and tightened all at the same time. Though what he said next said next put it right back into its place. "But I guess that's okay. You'll be living with me and I'll keep you safe. Besides! With some training, I bet you'll get really good at defending yourself even without the extra strength!"
"Maybe," you said in a weak, hopeful voice.
"I know you will!"
You just were going to have to take his word for it. Good thing you trusted him so damned much.
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You smiled as you watched as Goku baffled literally every opponent that he faced off against. It didn't really matter what event they through at him, as long as he knew what to do he dominated. It was almost comedic to watch. He had all of the pros he'd faced off against so far completely stumped. Some of them he had infuriated but eh, can't win over everyone with that goofy carefree attitude of his.
"Hey pretty lady, who let you in this tent? You're not competing are you?"
The voice that spoke out wasn't all that unpleasant to hear. In fact he kind of sounded like a generally nice guy. And when you saw the face of whom it belonged to, you were a bit surprised. There were scars on his face. One ran diagonal across his eye all the way from his forehead and there was another one on his other cheek in the shape of a skewed X. The only people you had ever seen with scars on their face like that, ruling out pictures of abused women, were criminals. Or at the very least those who fit the criminal type. But judging from the crisp white uniform he had on you had to guess he was one of the professionals.
"No, I'm not competing," you answered the later part of his question first. You blushed and shifted in your spot from how intense this guy was looking at you and how close he was. That blush also might have been because your body just kind of felt warm regardless of how much flavored lemonade you kept drinking.
"Okay, so what are you doing all the way over here? Why aren't you in the stands with your...boyfriend?"
He was taking a stab in the dark with that boyfriend comment. He hadn't met too many girls (who weren't wearing sports Ts) that were interested enough in sports to come watch a completion by themselves. Besides in his opinion you were just too cute to not already have a boyfriend.
"My friend is competing. And he's kind of creaming everything this event is throwing at him so I think they wanted to find a way to make things harder. They should. He's going to bank riot —bankrupt this event at this rate," you laughed quietly.
Or at least you thought it was quietly. Turned out your giggle box had been turned over.
"Well, I doubt he'll beat me. I might be filling in for Joe today but I'm the best of the best sweetheart."
"He's going to beat you," you giggled.
Huh you wondered if the scar man would gain another scar from how hard Goku was going to beat his ass. And as you thought about it you laughed again. Ass. He was going to get a spanking.
"Hmm we'll see. My name is Yamcha, what's yours?"
You introduced yourself. And as he told you it was a beautiful name, you thanked him. You also took a sip from the really cold lemonade. It kept tasting better the more you drank. Unfortunately you also lost your balance and spilled a little bit of your drink onto his clean white shirt. Which you tried to remedy by sucking it out with your mouth. Seemed reasonable at the time. And funny.
"Uh, how many of those have you drank sweetheart?"
"Hmm 3? 5?" You tried to remember. "It's hot out here and those are cold."
"Maybe you should get some ice water. I think you might have had too much alcohol," Yamcha said as his nose was covered with a blush from what you'd just done. Luckily for you he was such a nice guy.
"...but I can't have alcohol, I'm only seventeen. Almost eighteen. Sorta kinda. I'm not allowed. I'm just drinking lemonade. Do you want some? They're good."
Yamcha looked at you and cursed under his breath. Great. Just what he needed. A drunk minor was going to be great publicity. He seriously had to wonder who let you back into the tent without at least carding you. Probably one of the bouncers who didn't give a shit about what happened to you.
"Hey, who's your friend? What's he look like?"
"He's about this tall," you held out your hand to show Goku's current height. Then you raised it as you giggled. "This tall if you count his hair. It's black and really soft. It shouldn't be so soft, doesn't look like it should be soft.... He wears a lot of orange. Has a lot of muscles. And goes by the name of Goku."
Yamcha looked at you in surprise. "You're here with Goku?"
"Uh hm, we're looking for the dragonball. It's got a star on it and it's a pretty orange ball. Have you seen it? Goku is looking for it too but he told me to stay in the tent 'cause I started getting too hot. There's too much sun out there. And I've gotta be careful or I might make myself fall down again. And I don't think Kami liked when I visited him."
Hmm the ground seemed to shift on you. Swirl a bit. Like it was trying to come out from under your feet. And you didn't realize that you had lost your balance again until Yamcha was helping you stay up right. He also removed the lemonade from your hand. You pouted. What were you going to press to your face to help cool you off now?
You tried pressing your face into Yamcha. You figured white was cold like snow and he was wearing a lot of white. So you thought he should have been cold too. He wasn't.
"You're too hot," you didn't actually mean that he was attractive (though objectively he was) even though that's how Yamcha took it.
And yikes, he could feel the cold prison bars snapping behind him from the jailbait you represented. By your very own, very drunk admission, you were a minor. Not to mention what Bulma would do to him if she ever found out. Jail would have been preferable. But he figured separating himself was the better option.
As he sorted through all of the ki signatures in the area, Yamcha lead you over to his table. And he gave special instructions to one of the underlings running about at the event to not let you wander away from the table. After that, he took off to find Goku. He wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible to keep you safe. And since he had no idea where you lived or where you were staying he was hoping Goku did. You did call him your friend after all.
Yamcha grinned to himself. Technically you had called Goku your friend after he'd brought up the term boyfriend. The reformed Bandit could help but wonder what was going on there. And he kind of felt proud of Goku at the same time. Looked like he was finally stepping up into manhood. Not to mention It'd be great to see the tyke again - it'd been a while. Although judging by your description he wasn't such a little type anymore.
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