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What We're Left	By : CYavorski Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT; Nor do I make any profit from this. It is simply for fun and improvement.

Chapter List
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Chapter Two – A Fresh Start; Gifts From An Old Friend

Disclaimer – Same as before, I don’t own DBZ, its characters nor its affiliations. This is purely for fun and to practice my writing skills.

FYI, yes this is evolving into a slash (Piccolo/Krillin), although it will be a loooooong while before anything overtly physical. Or it may dissolve; it depends on how the characters develop. Anyway, Please, Please review. I only got one for chapter one.

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-Break-

“AHHHHHH! KRILLIN!”

Why is it that not only do I have to wake up after only a few hours of sleep (though it’s my own damn fault for staying up) but I have to wake up to that?

That panicked shout that is more a girlish scream than anything I’ve ever heard from Bulma. That panicked shout that is laced with only a hint of accusation.

I can already feel a headache starting as I blindly grope my way out of bed and promptly fall flat onto the living room rug?

Why am I on the cou-? Oh, right.

“KRILLIN!”

I rub my eyes to get some semblance of sight back and disentangle myself from my heap of blankets. I shuffle barefoot to the end of the stairs and brace myself in the frame to keep from falling over. I raise my eyes and level what I hope is a menacing glare (though at this time in the morning it might be more of a hung-over look) at the old man standing on the landing above me. Even at this hour, Roshi is wearing his trademark shades, t-shirt and shorts, but he’s missing the flip-flops.

“What.”

Yeah. There was no question in that. I’m not awake enough to be able to formulate a question.

“P-p-p-pic-ic….”

Great. Now he’s stuttering. At least it’s an improvement over the shouting. I think.

“Pic…what?”

Damn. I’m waking up. That one was defiantly a question.

“Pic- in your bed. Room, why, I, favor- and….” His hand is trembling as he points in the general direction of the room I didn’t sleep in last night. I shuffle up the stairs and sidestep the terrified old man as I make my way to my “temporary room”. Yeah, indefinitely temporary.

As I push open the door that stood slightly ajar, I am blinded by the blast of sunlight coming from the open window that can rival Teinshinhan’s best Solar Flare. Maybe Roshi has the right idea with those shades. When my eyes clear, I am graced with the sight of a half-awake, irritated Namekian who appeared to have been startled out of bed. Piccolo was sitting on the floor, left leg bent in an arch and his right bent horizontal. The blanket is caught on the bed and is draped across his lap and right shoulder. I’m on the receiving end of a sleepy glare.

“Krillin! What’s Piccolo doing here?! I was going to wake you up and ask you a favor and I find him here. What’s going on??!”

Yeah, shouting at me is going to answer your question faster. Owwwww. My head.

I turn to address my teacher, who now has the courage to venture close to the doorway now that I’m in between him and imminent death, and catch sight of a distinctly Roshi sized hole in the wall beside the door that I can’t believe I missed on the way up. My guess is Piccolo is not a morning person. Then again, had I not been used to it, waking up to the sight of Master Roshi would make me a little grumpy too.

“He’s…visiting,” is the only explanation I’m able to come up. “What was it that you wanted me to do?” The quicker I comply with his request, the quicker I can go back to driving that tricked out Jaguar with the top down with a hot supermodel, who surprisingly doesn’t look like Eighteen, sitting in the passenger seat.

“Oh, I wanted you to pick up a few groceries on account of this being a base of operations for the past few weeks.”

The man may be the one who trained me, but he’s crazy if he thinks I’m going all the way to town this early.

“Fine.” I hate myself sometimes. “What do we need?” As I follow him downstairs, I mentally remind myself to add Excedrin to whatever list he has for me.

“Oh, just a few things.” Sounds so innocent. I meet him in the kitchen and he unrolls a list so long it looks as though it should be in the Son household than here. I take the list from him and begin scanning the top.

Eggs. Milk. Bread. Cereals. Pickles. Potatoes. Canned Peas. Soap, laundry detergent, roofing shingles, light bulbs….wait, roofing shingles? To be honest, I expected to be out of well, everything, but really, roofing shingles. What were they doing up on the roof…training?

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and resign myself to a full day of shopping. Thank Kami Yamcha let me keep the plane. When I planned to do something with the rest of my life, this is NOT what I had in mind, old man!

I trudge over to the pantry, flinching in expectation of a food avalanche that I know isn’t coming, but I suppose old habits die hard and living with Goku for so long as a kid, you get used to there being massive quantities of food around. I blink a few times at the massive emptiness. I’m almost half expecting there to be cobwebs and dust to signify that it’s been unused for a number of years, but the only thing I see is an old box of raisins tucked in the corner. I sigh and reach for it, hoping to get some nutrients out of the shriveled fruit before I start on my daily hunt.

As I roll up the list and start to walk out the door with a mouth full of moldy raisins and not nearly enough cash to stock up, the phone rings. Of course, Roshi won’t pick it up, that’s my job. I grumble as I swallow the lump down and brace myself for a telemarketer.

“Yo, Krillin here.” I briefly notice Piccolo’s energy take off to the west as a woman’s voice comes through the line.

“Krillin, this is perfect. You’re just the one I wanted to talk to. “

“Hey Bulma. Didn’t we just see each other a day or two ago? What could have changed that quick?” It’s not that I’m not thrilled to hear from her, now that everyone has gone their separate ways; I didn’t expect to see anyone for a while.

“ Oh very funny. Hey listen, can you come by later today? I really need your input on something I’ve been working on for a while.”

Actually, that’s not bad; I can stop there on my way back from the store.

“Yeah, sure. I’m actually heading out that way today anyway. The guys really cleaned us out. Roshi’s got me on shopping duty.” I can’t help but let a little resentment into me voice as I remind myself of the chore set today.

“Perfect. Trust me on this, you’ll enjoy this one. I’ll see you around two or so then? Bye”

“See ya.” I let the receiver click back into the stand and mull things over. I’m not sure what’s worse, being Roshi’s golden retriever, or Bulma’s guinea pig.

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-Break-

By the time I land in from of Capsule Corp. I’m already irritated beyond belief at the idiocy of some store managers. How hard is it really to comprehend the phrase ‘I need six galleons of laundry detergent’? The way he acted, you’d think I’d asked for canned steamed kiwi bird, or that I had a meth lad set up somewhere. I often question my choice to become a monk, as though I may have missed out on something. Days like this though, I am reminded why I live on a tiny island in the ocean with only an old pervert and an ancient turtle for company.

I knock on the front door and an immediately greeted by the sight of Bulma’s mother. You know, I’ve never really understood how a woman like Bunny could produce a child like Bulma; they are almost exact opposites in terms of personality. “Oh Krillin, It’s so good to see you dear! How about some cake and tea while you wait for Bulma? No no, I won’t take no for an answer, come on in.” I love Bunny; she’s one of the kindest people I have ever had the fortune to meet. In fact, part of the reason I was so infatuated with Bulma as a child was because I wanted Bunny as a mother-in-law. Oh well, at least I can laugh at the fact that now she coddles Vegeta. Ha! The Saiyan prince being stuffed full of tea and sweets and being forbidden from training. I have to seriously bite my lip to keep from laughing then.

Bunny leads me into the kitchen and sets me down with a piece of a triple lemon and orange meringue cake with a cup of black tea (my personal favorite).”Thank you, but it isn’t…” I have really got to get out of the habit of denying myself these sweets. I know Bunny gets joy out of it, but I really don’t think it’s necessary to do this for me. “Nonsense, you need someone to look after you. I really can’t believe that you live out there on that island all alone. It’s not right.” I can feel myself blushing now. I don’t actually live alone, but I got tired of correcting her. What I wouldn’t give for some sort of companionship (Roshi no longer counts, dirty old man)? My response is interrupted by a crackling cry over the baby monitor and Bunny rushes off to sooth baby Trunks. I grin when I hear her yell at Vegeta for bothering the baby and Vegeta in return complaining that he won’t grow up like a man if she continues to coddle him. Ah, Vegeta, that’s one battle not even Goku could win. At the thought of my best friend my mouth goes dry and I have difficulty swallowing my bit of cake. I grab my cup of tea and begin to gulp it down and end up early choking.

“You know that is not the proper way to drown yourself, right?”

I spin around so fast I’m surprised the centrifugal force didn’t set me on my backside. Bulma is standing in the doorway to the kitchen in her usual orange jacket and blue jeans with a sad look on her face. “I know my mom likes to stuff people with sweets, but is it really that bad?” She gives me an understanding smile. I think it’s an unspoken agreement that none of us talks about what happened little over a week ago. “Forget the tea, come here. I want you to see this”. I nod, place my dishes in the sink and follow Bulma into the basement lab.

We stop in a small room that seems to be entirely filled with huge processing computers, blueprints and half finished projects; some of which I’m not even sure what they are supposed to do.

“So, even with everything going on, you still managed to keep working?” I’m actually kind of stunned at that kind of dedication to a project.

“Yeah well, you know my dad, always working even if the Earth could blow up any minute. He’s actually finished a new design for the capsule house line, but he needs someone to test and review it before he can put it into production".

She hands me a prototype advertising pamphlet that shows a pretty decent sized dome house with a number of different housing styles, furniture themes and appliances. Bulma continues with her description as I flip through it wishing I could afford something like it. “This one is rather different because the wallpaper is projected, so they can be changed whenever. It also has an automatic system that taps into the ground water and the entire roof is fitted with Plexiglas backed photovoltaic sheets. It’s entirely solar powered and the fireplace and hydropower furnace keep it temperature regulated. It’s entirely self-sufficient; about the only thing it can’t do is stock up on food, but that seems to be your job. It’s kind of Dad’s prized project and he wants someone we know to try it out…”

I’m hit by a vague memory of the house Bulma used on namek and am lost in a day dream of owning such an extravagant house before her words finally sink in.

“Wait, so you’re just going to give it to me? “ Did I hear her right? I really don’t think my eyes could have gotten any wider.

“Yeah. Capsule regulations say I need to present a thorough quality evaluation from an unbiased third party before I can send it in for processing and…”

I really stopped listening after the confirmation. My own house? Alone? Without Roshi? No extra bills or other finances to worry about? I’ll have to scrape up what savings I have, get a resume together, get a job. Just enough to buy food and gas for the plane… Is it really that easy? I really had not imagined that starting off on my own would be this simple.

“So will you do it? I really need some feedback…” I couldn’t even let her finish…

Had Vegeta been around, he may have killed me, but I was too thankful and happy to care. I picked her up, swung her around and planted one on her cheek. While she was stunned, I grabbed the ‘mega-capsule’ from her hand and ran out the door, with a shouted “Thank You!” I almost missed the awkward reply.

“Oh…kay. Um…bye?”

I could not wait to get back to Roshi’s (so glad I can finally not call it home) and pack. This was the start of a brand new chapter. Gohan was right; this IS the start of the rest of my life.
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