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Blondie and the Beast	By : KrazyKat001 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blondie and the Beast

Chapter 4

Nightfall twinkles at the village below. Every building were quiet as if in a deep sleep. Every single one except for the tavern, which attracts the excitement gathering of men and women everywhere.

Inside the tavern, everyone were drunk, wobbling against each other. Some of them tries to flirt with the attractive females of the tavern. One of females being Chichi who has her elbow on the counter, fuming with her fingers tapping the wood in anger about the event with her and Goku. How dare he! No one refuses me! She finally notices when a hand squeeze her leg. The harlot stood up and hit the drunken man who flew from its impact into the drunken crowd. The crowd itself nearly topple over in response and fell down to the wooden floor, laughing their heads off. Chichi stomps away, fuming.

The cueball drinks a huge mug of foaming beer. The raven-haired harlot sat next to him, the only open space left for her speak her mind. Chichi grits her teeth, “How dare he?!” Krillin chokes on his beer. He glances at the most beautiful woman in town, dumbly asks, “Me?”

Chichi bangs her fists on the counter, “Who does he think he is?! That man tangled with the wrong woman! No one! No one says ‘no’ to Chichi Oxking!!!”

“Oh…” The bald monk figured she must be speaking of Son Goku. He sniggers. That fool. He really is a village idiot for turning her down. Krillin agreed in delight, “Darn right, he is!”

The harlot continues, seething, “Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated! Why, it’s more than my pride could bare. That simpleton fool!” Chichi pouts, fuming then she turns her chair away, watching her fellow villagers disgraced themselves in their drinks.

Krillin motion for another beer. Red tint flush across the cueball’s face. “Heheh…” He runs in front of his crush, handing out a loaded beer, “More beer, Chi? Guaranteed to take your sorrow away.”

Chichi glares at him and turns her chair away again, “What for? I’m angry, not sad, you idiot! Nothing helps. I’m disgraced!”

The cueball blinks once, twice. “Who, you? Puh-lease. Chichi, you’ve got to pull yourself together!” He pulls Chichi around to face him and the others in the background. She slaps him across the face. Krillin shudders in delight, touching the red mark. He clears his throat and about to speak when a hand pats his shoulder. He blinks, looking over to the source. The scarred fighter winks, and brought him closer to his side, in a hush voice, he ask, “Krillin, buddy, what do we have? Making a move already? Hehehe.” He nudges his friend’s arm as he said it then the glint in his eyes disappeared. “You forget your place, my friend.”

The bald monk sputter. He wave his hands in dismissal manner, stuttering, “I-it wasn’t like that at a-all! You’ve got to believe me!”

Yamcha glowers, skeptically, he questions his motive, “Really? You seem awfully close to for my liking.”

The cueball panics outloud. He stammers, “Ay-ay-aye-ye! I-I was j-just trying to cheer her up!” He let out a small cry, put his hands over his face in a defensive position as if he’s expecting a punch.

It was Yamcha’s turn to blink owlish. He peer over his shoulder to glance question at the arm-crossed fighter. Tien shrugs back in question, having overheard his fellow fighter’s quarrel. The scarred fighter turns back to face Krillin, whispering, “What’dya mean ‘cheer her up’?”

Krillin groans hopelessly. He whispers back, “Chi felt down ‘cuz the idiot in town turn her down.”

“Eh?!” Yamcha was taken back. “Since when do you rhyme?!”

The bald monk facepalm himself. He quickly whisper back, “That’s entirely not the point! The point is, she needs some cheering up. So either I help her forget about Goku and turn her attention on someone else. Hint, hint, that’s meh—uh —us! Or we can let her mope and she will no longer be the beautiful woman we know.” He grins, knowing he capture his undivided attention, “So what do you say, help a buddy out?”

Yamcha inhale deep and sighs.

The scarred fighter grins and pats the cueball’s shoulder, “Sure thing, pal.” He looks over his shoulder to Tien, “You’re welcome to join in.” The three-eyed warrior said nothing but he nods once.

Yamcha walks up to the raven-haired woman, speaking in a tone of worry, “Gosh, it pains me to see you like this, looking so down in the dumps.” He speaks louder for everyone in the room to hear, “Every gals here’d love to be you, Chichi, and no one would hesitate to take you as their bride!”

A loud cheer for the gallery raise their beer, “Yeah! Whoo! Take me, baby! Forget that loser, pick me, pick me!!” All the females hissed in response.

Chichi blushes, her ego spoiled with flattery.

Yamcha has a sore mark appearing on his forehead at whoever called him a ‘loser’.

Krillin joins in, “No man has known what a jewel is until you came along. There’s no woman in town as beautiful as you. You’re everyone’s favorite gal! Everyone’s awed and inspired by you.”

Yamcha turns the harlot’s chair around and pull Chichi of the chair, “And that’s not the only reason why all this is true!” He smirks, he flings her into the rowdy crowd. Chichi narrows and was quick to act on her feet. She rolls her tiny body the air and lands on her feet, immediately slip into a fighting stance. A few drunken villagers pounces upon her to try and make her their own. The raven-haired harlot counterattack their pitiful attempts and smash their heads together in a single leg blow to their heads. She glares at Yamcha who grins, hands open as if to prove something, “See, no one is quick and slick like our girl here, and there is no gal in town who’s half a fighter than Chichi here. She’s more perfect than anyone could ever dream; a pure paragon!”

He kneels before Chichi, taking her hand and kisses it. He peers up to a bashful woman who smirks in pride. He speaks to Chichi, “If you don’t believe me, you can ask Roshi, Sharper, or Hercule. And they’ll tell you who they prefer to chase after, and they’ll keep chasing ‘til the moon rise or the ‘til the sun sets or ‘til the stars itself vanish in the end of time.”

Chichi grins at the thought, “Keep going.”

Krillin fumes. Decided to break the mood, he grabs Chichi’s hand and starts dancing wild with her in the frenzy crowd gathering around the lively music. The bald monk smiles wide in delight as Chichi now joins dancing with him, her face laughing as if having fun. Then he saw the old cronies picks Chichi up and swings her around wearing drunken goofy face. Krillin exclaimed in shock as he recognized him, “Master Roshi!!”

Roshi was laughing in glee, pulling the young raven-haired woman tightly close to his chest. Chichi cried out in anger when she felt hands squeezing her breast and bottom. Roshi chuckles in lust, “My, my, what nice specimen! No one certainly has such big boobs as Chichi. Her ass feels so nice and firm. Heh heh eeeh!”

A sore mark appears on Chichi’s forehead, she presented him a roundabout kick, “YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!!!” Then Roshi was sent crashing into a wall.

Krillin sweatdrops at the Roshi mark hole in the hole.

Roshi mutters through the hole, “What a terrifying lady…”

Yamcha was growling at the whole thing. He really hated competition! He gabs a mug of beer and throws it into Krillin’s face hereby knowing him unconscious on the wooden dance floor. Then he grabs Chichi’s hand and swings her back to him.

Surprised by this changed of event, she listen Yamcha speaks, “No one can match your beautiful figure. Not your hair, your eyes, nor mouth. No one can throw a punch like Chichi can. Not even your wits!”

Chichi giggles, flirting, “I see you got some biceps to spare.”

Yamcha blushes, laughing as he scratching the back of his head at the compliment.

As this went on, there was commotions all over the room. Women from the gallery fumes and starts making hissy threats, either at Chichi, each other or at the drunken men.

“Get away from mah man, you whore!”

“Why should I?! It’s obvious he likes it better with me!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH!!!!” (She pounce on her.)

(The two women made a cat fight scene. People gather around and cheer and made bets who would win.)

“Husband! Stop flirting with that bitch!”

“Oops! (Giggle in drunkenness) I thau that she was you.”

“SHE’S A REDHEAD, YOU BAFOON!!” (Smashes a beer bottle over her husband’s head)

(A drunken woman walks up to an obnoxious drunk at the gallery) “If you are my husband, I’d poison your drink.”

“If you were mah wife, I’d take it.”

None of these escape Chichi’s ears, seeing as she is the daughter of the tavern, but she smiles at this because this was the usual stuff that happens on the daily basis. This is a part of her life, born and raised to handle the tough side of man.

Suddenly, Chichi was whisk away once again. This time by Tien. The raven-haired harlot stare up in surprised because it was such a rare event that he came onto her. She inwardly smirks, apparently he was not immune by her beauty. Tien blushes like crazy, almost like he don’t know what to do. Chichi dances in a flirting manner while Tien stiffly hobble side-to-side in a terrible dance formation. Chichi bats her eyes, giving off an aura of a virgin. Tien was red from head to toe. He became so nervous that he stiffen himself into a motionless statue in front of her. Chichi couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

Yamcha appears into the scene and butt Tien out of the picture, looking annoyed. He waits for her to take his palm but Chichi has other plans than to dance.

The raven-haired harlot snatch a mug of beer and took a huge sip of it. Shouting for the whole audience, she yells, “DAMN STRAIGHT, I’M THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN YOU EVER LAID EYES ON!! No one is more beautiful than me! Who’s here agrees with me?!”

Everyone cheers, “AYE!”

She took another drink from her mug, “No one is a better hunter than me! Just look at those antlers I use for decorating!”

“AYE!!” Mugs of beer raised in air.

“There’s no one who fights like me!”

At this, the crowd was dead silence.

Chichi’s eyebrow twitches. She yells, “CERTAINLY NOT A WOMAN!!!” She jumps high in the air and punches through a barrel of beer, which begins leaking into the mugs of onlookers.

Mugs raised in air, cheers much louder than before, “AYE!!!”

Chichi stood high in pride, though a sore mark remains on her forehead. She stomps to the fireplace, which was surrounded by the heads of the animals she killed and sat in the large, red chair. She crossed her arms and sat back, pouting and fuming with the knowledge that she’s the strongest fighter in the village other than Son Goku.

The chair she was sitting on was suddenly lifted up in air. Chichi spotted Yamcha and Tien grinning at her, both carrying her as if she’s royalty. She smirks, sitting back, hands grabs each of the armchair as if presenting her in power. They carry her around the tavern, guys raising their mugs at her in salute, women hisses at her, and soon she was back at the fireplace, feeling very drunk in power. “You guys may put me down now.” Yamcha and Tien glance at the cueball between them and glance at each other, smirking at each other. They both toss the chair in the air, Chichi scream in shock, and Krillin exclaimed in fear and ties to flee. The chair is tossed back in its normal place, with Krillin pinned underneath.

~~~Suddenly~~~

The entrance door blast open, a man burst in frantically. Everyone in the tavern stops. They stare at the man with wild hair sprouted in all direction and a scar on his face gasping, eyes wide in fear, “Help me! Somebody help me!”

Everyone was shocked silence at the familiar face they haven’t seen in years. The mug of beer Roshi was holding is trembling, he asks in awe, “Bardock? Is that you?”

Bardock rush up to a random person, “Please! You’ve got to help me! He got him! He got him locked in the dungeon! You’ve got to help me!”

Still trapped under a chair, Krillin blinks. “Who?”

People in the background whispers to one another. Bardock keen hearing picks them up, now realizing the damage of his sudden appearance.

“Is that really Bardock? He looks so young!”

“I know! It’s unnatural!”

“Isn’t he the same one who came with Goku? He hasn’t aged a day!”

“This is weird.”

“Are you sure this is the same person who came the village?”

“Man, it’s no wonder he never came out of the cottage. He’s a freak!”

“Monster.”

“… harbinger of death.”

“Makes you wonder where Goku gets his strangeness from. This proves it.”

“An immortal? Demi-god?”

“… rid of him. It’s unnatural!”

“… evil. He must’ve made a pact with the devil for eternal youth.”

“Chase him out of the village! He reeks of evil!”

“… stone him!”

“Freak!”

“… he’s a MONSTER!”

Chichi, among the crowd, overhear to the whispers. Even she could not overlook his unnatural youthful state. It is strange, she thought. She want answers like the rest of them but she knew Bardock came reason. A reason that brings such fear to the father of Goku. She suspects, no, her instincts knew Bardock would not respond to youthful feature.

Yamcha steps up, eyes narrow in suspicion, “Why do look so young?”

Bardock bit his lips, staring back as hard. His secret he kept so long was out in the open. This is the reason why he stopped coming to the village a few years ago, just when Son Gohan starts questioning about his looks. He knew right then it wasn’t safe to go to the village anymore. Afterward, he starts sending Kakarott to do errands in town. Kakarott, his son, wouldn’t understand so he made Gohan promised not to mention it to his son. At least, not yet. He wanted to tell him of his heritage himself one day. He’s only grateful Gohan is understanding of his unusual biology of his race. Back then, no one bothers to visit the cottage except Son Gohan. No one has seen him in years until now.

Chichi’s suspicions rang true. Bardock didn’t bother to answer.

The scarred fighter grits his teeth, “Why won’t ans—?!”

“Who got him locked in the dungeon?” Yamcha blinks in shock, looking over his shoulder at Chichi, who curls her hair, with bored interest on her facial feature.

Bardock mentally sigh in relief. “K—Goku. We must go.” He stammered, his memories of the earlier events catching up to him, “N-not a minute to lose! We have to rescue him!”

Chichi quickly stood up, her voice raised mixed with urgency and panic, “What?! Goku’s in a dungeon?! Who got Goku in a dungeon?!”

Bardock shivers, eyes almost crazed with insanity, “A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!” He went from person to person, pleading his case, “It’s a creature of hell! He’s bigger than any of you could possibly imagine!”

The onlookers peer at each other. Roshi pips up, “Does it have long, ugly stout?”

Bardock pauses, “Uh… yeah! With hideously crimson fur all over its body!”

Tien sputters in amusement. Yamcha held back his tightly closed lips from laughing. Tien asks, hands wavering in a creepy motion, “And sharp, cruel fangs?”

“Yes, yes! Sharp as talons!”

Yamcha joins in, “And long, tail strong enough to break a person’s neck?”

Bardock nods vigorously, “Yes! That’s the one! Will you help me?”

A moment of silence, then the whole tavern laugh their heads off. Some clutching their heart, going down laughing. Roshi rolls on his back, slamming his fist on the floor. Yamcha and Tien wraps their arms around their stomach, laughing so hard it hurts. Krillin underneath the chair bangs the floor in uproarious laughter.

Chichi shut her eyes, feeling heat forming on her face. Humiliated by a Son again! She sat back down in the chair, relaxing with leg over the other. She smirks, chuckles in amusement, “All right, you freak of nature. We’ll help you out.”

Bardock looks up in hope, smile forming, “You will? Oh, thank you! Thank you! Have someone fetch Gohan to join us. There’s no time to waste. I’ll show you where—“ A sharp pain from his leg made him fall on his knees.

Yamcha and Tien pick up Bardock, snickering.

“Wha—?” Bardock looks up in mixture of confusion and betrayal. He find the harlot giving him a malice grin, laughing softly, “Oh dear, didn’t you hear? There was a terrible accident…”

Bardock’s eyes widen in shock, anger and fear.

“Son Gohan is dead.” Her lips curls open in delight madness.

The father of Goku felt his heart shatter at the news. He gasp, couldn’t even speak.

Chichi signals them. Yamcha and Tien haul Bardock and threw him out the door. “Crazy ol’ freak.” Tien chuckles, “Man, what a joke.” They both went back inside.

The raven-haired harlot taps her chin in thought. She mutters very pensive to herself, “Crazy ol’ Bardock, hmm? Crazy ol’ Bardock, hmmm?” She looks down at her feet. The bald monk still stuck underneath. “Krillin, I’ve been thinking.”

The cueball blinks in wonder. “A dangerous gamble. If you ask me, girls shouldn’t think.” Chichi kick Krillin’s head against the floor, squishing with such force that he cried out in pain, “Ah! GomengomengomengomenGOMENSEI!!!!!”

Chichi’s brow twitches, and lift her foot. “Hmph! As I was saying, that wacky, strange freak is Goku’s father and his sanity is a bit loopy, right?”

Krillin watches a mug roll by, “Riiiiight?”

She continues, “Now I’ve been thinking, since I saw the strangeness state of the man, not to mention his state of mind, I formulate a plan to get Goku to marry me once and for all!” She made a fist in the air with a look of victory. She laughs, feeling more confident in her plan.

Krillin was deadpanned. “B-b-but I thought y-you got over him.”

Chichi narrows, she fists Krillin’s gi and pull him from under the chair. The bald monk’s body hang in air, meeting face-to-face with her terrifying glare. He gulps, eyes full of fear. She whispers in his ear. He blinks in surprise.

Suddenly, she drops him, arms crossed, “Now do you understand?”

For a second, he didn’t get it. But then, Krillin looks up to her, chuckling in delight. “Now I get it! If he refuse, he’ll be gone forever!”

“Good!” Chichi nods stern, then she grabs his wrist. “You’re coming with me. I’d rather have you accompany me to meet with him. Let’s go!”

Krillin gleeful face now replaced with the one of fear. “B-b-b-but—!!”

Chichi glare back, not stopping in her stride, “Now I won’t have none of that!”

Someone steps in front of the raven-haired beauty. “Now, now. Where are could you two be going at this time of night?” “Yamcha!” Chichi shrills, “Get out of the way!”

“Hey, now,” Yamcha sweatdrops, backing off, “I’m only curious.”

The harlot quiets down. She waves him closer, “If you really wants to know…” She whispers into Yamcha’s ear. Yamcha’s eyes grew wider and wider.

“I see.” The scarred fighter replies. He grins at his fellow mate, “Good luck, man. You’re gonna need it.” He salute them and left to flirt with the waitresses.

Chichi ‘hmph!’ with her nose in the air and led a terrfied Krillin out of the tavern.

~~In front of Gohan’s Dojo~~

The windows covered in frost and snow. The sign rattled against the door. Bardock stood, staring at the building of his friend. Wind gust his way, he shivers from the iciness. He tightens his arms around himself for warmth. White mists escape his breathe. His cold getting worse for his likings. To no one in particular, “Will no one help me?”

A noise from down the street startled Bardock out of his gaze. His keen hearing picks up voices of the drunken villagers. He came to understand that it was no longer safe to stay.

He sneezes. Another icy gust of wind blew by, Bardock shifts away from the dojo. Rescuing his son could be his last act as a duty of a father and it was better than damning his son’s fate. With this in mind, he walk into the unknown.
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