CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: OLD FRIENDS
Settling
in with accommodations for seven people wasn't too difficult, as Sauzaa had
enough connections to provide the group with basically anything that they
wanted, so five separate, large suites stocked with pretty much every creature
comfort known to man was not that difficult. Not at all. In fact, he didn't
even have to bribe anyone this time (A rare event when dealing with Saiya-jin).
All that Sauzaa had to do to secure some of the best accommodations possible
for the group was to flash his ID badge and give a little smile- Voila! 75% off
the room fees!
The
strange thing was, technically speaking, Sauzaa hadn't even met Gokou, Gohan,
or Piccolo until AFTER they were settled into their rooms.Hhe had simply been
going on his usual one-track pattern whenever he was rushed.
Although
rushed wasn't the most accurate term. Busy as hell and in a hurry was closer.
Supposed to be filing papers was a little more accurate. Making Doore and Neizu
file them while you used your clout to give your friends biased preferential
treatment was right on the dot.
"Okay,
Zarbon and Salad, you have room 103," Sauzaa said absently as he passed
the keys out. "Bardock, you have room 104. Zangya, room 105. Gokou and
Gohan, room 106. And, you, Namek-"
"That's
Piccolo."
Sauzaa
looked up for a moment. "Oh. all right. And you, Piccolu.."
"Piccolo,"
Piccolo repeated.
Sauzaa
shook his head. "Sorry. Anyway, Piccolon..."
Piccolo
let out a low-pitched growl. Sauzaa just handed him the key to room 107. The
namek took it with another growl. Gohan ran up and hugged him, apparently
trying to cheer him up.
Piccolo
gave a look that was both a mixture of embarrassment and compassion, and
lightly patted the boy on the shoulder before turning him around and pointing
him back at Gokou.
"I'll
bet daddy needs a hug, too," He said in a more than sinister voice. Gohan
smiled in a perfect little-boy smile and ran over to hug his father. Some
random Saiya-jin from somewhere down the hall made a muffled laugh, and two
seconds later was running as fast as he could to avoid the ki blast that
Bardock sent after him.
"So,
are you all set?' Sauzaa asked, adjusting his scouter. "I really have to
go file some papers and-" He stopped abruptly as Zarbon took his hand and
shook it.
"Thank
you," Zarbon said, "If there's any way that I could repay you-"
"Trust
me, it's okay. Doore and Neizu, though, might want some compensation."
Zarbon
smirked. "How about a job babysitting an overly naive Saiya-jin, and his
hyperactive son?"
Everybody
laughed, even Sauzaa, who only half-got the joke.
Sauzaa
checked his watch. "Well, I'd better be going now," he started,
"There's probably still a lot of work left to be done, and I don't want to
cheat Doore and Neizu THAT much."
Zarbon
smiled and nodded.
Sauzaa
waved. "Hey, on my next day off, I expect to see you all again!" he
said as he walked down the hallway and left, followed by a loud "THANK
YOU, MR. SAUZAA!" from Gohan.
***
"So,
are you all set?" Zarbon asked the group from Earth from the door that
joined the rooms together. Gokou nodded, smiling. Gohan followed suit. Piccolo
just let out a sort of positive grunt, obviously still sore about the Saiya-jin
armour thing.
Zarbon
smiled at them. Salad looked up at him. "Well, then," he said, taking
a theatrical sweeping bow, "If I am no longer needed, then I and my wife
shall retire to our room." Still overacting, he bent down on one knee and
took her hand. "Shall we retire?" he asked in what could only be
called a Theatrical voice.
Salad
giggled and gave his forehead a light shove, making him lose his balance.
"I don't know, I think I have a headache," she grinned at him.
Zarbon
snapped his fingers and put on a sarcastic expression. "Oh, well. I guess
I'll just have to lounge around with the guys, then..."
She
put her arms around his waist. "Of course, you COULD try to soothe it-
it's not that MUCH of a headache."
"Will
you two please calm down!" Bardock shouted from the other end of the room.
"There are impressionable youths here!" he said, sweeping his hand
toward Gokou, who just looked puzzled. Salad replied by sticking her tongue out
at him.
"We'll
be going, then. Right, Zarbon dear?"
"Right,"
he said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. They both exited the room, closing the
door just loudly enough to irritate everybody.
Bardock
laughed out loud. "I hope they're not like that ALL the time..." he
commented.
Zangya
rolled her eyes. "Every time I've seen them together, they are. I think
that Salad 's perfume drugs him, or something."
"Aye...
Well, that's love for you!" Bardock responded, leaning back on the bed.
Piccolo
just gave a confused look and said no more.
***
About
fifteen minutes later, Zangya had retired to her room, so tired that she was
almost completely out of it. Bardock watched her go, happy that she'd come at
least somewhat out of her shell- and apparently it was all thanks to Kakarotto.
Bardock
shook his head, thinking about his son. Gokouw as born with basically zero
potential, yet he was already one of the most powerful Saiya-jin in existence.
he was raised by idiots and numbskulls, yet he knew more about true Saiya-jin
pride than about half of the planet.
And
then there was Gohan. So innocent, like his father, yet deep inside like a
raging demon, waiting for the perfect moment to spring out. As much as Bardock
hated to say it, the boy's mother was about all there was that kept that raging
demon from surfacing completely.
And,
of course, there was Piccolo, the boy's Namekian protector. Bardock knew full
well that Piccolo hated him, and distrusted him, but he couldn't blame him.
After what they had gone through, the namek had every right to be a little
grouchy from time to time. Bardock respected him. He was a rare breed of
warrior. Why is it that when somebody goes to earth, he becomes some sort of
super-fighter? The answer may never be discovered, and that was actually how
Bardock wanted it.
He
was thinking these thoughts when there came a knock on the door. Bardock jerked
up and immediately glanced toward the adjoining door between rooms, wondering
who it was. When the knock came a second time, he turned back over toward the
door leading outside, where it was coming from.
"Who
could that be?" he muttered, getting up off the bed and moving toward the
door.
Not
bothering to check through the peephole, Bardock opened the door to reveal a
large, hulking figure.
It
was a Saiya-jin, incredibly huge, and so muscled that instead of rippling he
almost looked lumpy. He was nearly bald, with a large scar across his sizeable
forehead. The Saiya-jin's skin tone was a dim grey, and his face was just as
dim and blank.
Bardock
stood aghast. "Toteppo?" He asked loudly, recognition in his eyes,
then repeated himself. "Toteppo!"
Toteppo
opened his mouth slowly, as if to speak, when he was knocked to the side by
somebody's jumping body slam. That somebody was an exceedingly fat Saiya-jin
with a mustache. His armour was beaten and dented, and he himself had tons of
lopsided scars all over his body. His sparkling brown eyes reeked of pure,
unbridled personality.
"And
what about me?" The fat Saiya-jin bellowed, slapping Bardock across the
back hard enough to send him sprawling. "Don'tcha remember me, your old
buddy Panbukin!"
Bardock
regained his balance and gave the man an equally strong slap on the shoulder.
he smirked. "Nothing short of amnesia would make me forget you, old
friend," he said, shaking his hand.
Another
Saiya-jin appeared behind Panbukin quietly. it was Seripa.
Bardock
smiled and shook his head.
"How
did I know that you were behind this?" he asked her.
Seripa
smirked. "I heard that you were bringing some relatives here. Who am I to
break up the old team?" she said as Toteppo lumbered back into view.
"I
only wish Toma were here," Bardock said, looking over all of his old
friends. He shook his head. "But that doesn't matter. Come on, meet my son
and grandson!" he said, turning back to see all three of them in their
respective fighting stances.
Bardock
just stared at them for a moment.
"It's
okay, guys. These are some of my old friends," he said. Gokou and Gohan
relaxed completely. Piccolo just grunted.
Bardock
brought his two relatives over to the door.
"This,"
he said, motioning to Gokou, "Is Kakarotto, my son. On Earth, he was named
Son Gokou. Call him whichever you want."
Toteppo
and Panbukin grinned as if they were the proud fathers themselves. Seripa
actually bowed and took Gokou's hand.
"I
have waited years to meet you, Kakarotto," She said. "I didn't care
at all about your fighting potential, you are our race's future. You and all of
the other Saiya-jin in your generation."
Gokou
didn't quite understand what she meant, but he got the basic gist of it.
"Thank you, ma'am," he replied to her.
Bardock
put his arm around Gohan.
"This,"
he beamed, "Is my grandson. Son Gohan. he has proven to be almost as much
of a source of pride as his father. Wave to the nice people, Gohan."
Gohan
waved. Panbukin bent down to his level and grinned like a psychotic clown.
"Say
hi to Uncle Panbukin!" he said in his loud, over-enthusiastic voice.
"Hi!"
Gohan beamed.
"Where's
his tail?" Panbukin said, straightening back up.
"There
was a little incident on earth," Bardock said, looking a little nervous.
"None of us have our tails anymore."
"Oh,
really?" Panbukin asked, straightening up a little. "I guess this
means that you're not really Saiya-jin anymore, doesn't it?" he asked.
Bardock
noticeably tensed before Panbukin slapped him across the back again, this time
knocking him completely over.
"HA!
Fooled you!" he shouted, pointing at Bardock. "You're still as much
of a Saiya-jin as you were when you left for earth!"
He
offered Bardock a hand and helped him back up. "Hey, it's not TOO late at
night yet... want to go out for a really late dinner? Catch up on old
times?"
Bardock
glowed a bit. "Sure! Of course!" he exclaimed, turning around to
everyone else.
Gokou
and Gohan were smiling and nodding. Piccolo was glowering.
"Oh,
I almost forgot..." Bardock said, waving a hand in piccolo's general
direction. "This is Piccolo, a namek. Don't mind him, he's been somewhat
of a sourpuss ever since I tried to kill him a little over a week ago."
Panbukin
laughed and slapped Piccolo across the back.
"Don't
do that again." Piccolo growled back at him. The large Saiya-jin stepped
back.
"Go
ahead and go," Piccolo muttered, "It's not like I can do anything
about it."
Bardock
put a hand on his shoulder. "Come with us!" he said. "We'd love
the company!"
Piccolo
brushed his hand off. "No, thanks, I only drink water," he growled
back.
Seripa
walked further into the room. "Let's go before everyone closes," she
said. "If the namek doesn't want to go, then too bad. Just because you
tried to kill him doesn't give him an excuse to be a grouch."
Piccolo
glared at her.
He
finally cracked a smile. It lasted for all of three seconds.
***