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Little Saiyalings - The College Years
By: MU

Author’s Note: This chapter takes place on the exact same day as the last one, only with another major character.  The next chapter will finally be the goods: the party.  Oh, and for all of you whom have been waiting to catch a glimpse of what I do with the “Yu-Gi-Oh!” characters as an opposing football team; your time has come.

CHAPTER 19 – Desecrated Blessings

 “Mr. Krillin, wake up!”

 “Dihydrogen monoxide,” a weary Krillin shouted as he awoke.

 Laughter broke out at that moment.  “Mr. Krillin, this is an intro to English Literature.  We don’t care about those freaky chemicals here.”

 In the back of the room, a mall whisper was heard, “Geez, Mr. Jarhead is a doofus.  Doesn’t he know that’s water?”  The chemistry majors around him giggled a little.

 “Sorry Mr. J,” Krillin apologized, “I’ve been up late the past few nights getting acquainted with a dark room at the school newspaper.  I’m the only person on the photography staff right now.  The guys last year graduated, and I’m working overtime.”

 “That doesn’t give you the right to sleep in my class.”  The class giggled again.  “I’m going to have to ask you to stay after class.  Every time you fall asleep and waste my time, I’m going to make you stay after and waste some of yours.”

 Krillin groaned, and the rest of the class laughed.  Mr. Jarhead held up a finger to signal the class to be quiet.  “That goes for all of you.  It’s only the third day of this class meeting; there should be no reason for this.”  The room became silent.

 When Krillin arrived at home later that night, he was absolutely bushed.  Mr. Jarhead had made him take clean the overhead projectors in all of the classrooms in the English department.  After that, Krillin had attended a meeting of the members of the student newspaper, The Shenron Times.  Fortunately enough, there was somebody recruited to help him in the photography department.  From then until much later in the evening, Krillin showed the new guy the works.  The new kid had a natural talent for photography, and he picked up things very quickly.  The problem was that he would not be able to really start working for the paper until next week.

 Krillin looked at the clock.  “11 pm,” he said to himself, “now that’s early.”

 He walked further into the house, and noticed that there was somebody sitting in his living room chair, watching television.  Krillin could not see his face as the figure said, “Hello Krillin.  I’ve been waiting for you.  Heh-heh.”

 Krillin walked forward to the television, and turned off the TV.

 “Hey, what’d ya do that for?!”  The old man jumped out of the chair.

 “Chancellor Roshi, I thought when you said I could live in the guest wing, that I would have privacy.”

 Roshi smiled, his long beard hanging down almost to the ground.  As he began to speak, his sunglasses glinted.  “Yes.  About our deal…” he calmly began, “I’ve been keeping up my end of the bargain so far.”  The old man paused, as the smile within his grey beard slowly turned to a frown.  His finger rose into the air as if to calmly make a point, but then Roshi just let go of all calmness.  “BUT WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE GIRLS YOU PROMISED!!!”

 Krillin jumped back in fright.  “You mean the pictures and sessions…” he shakily replied.  Roshi nodded and Krillin continued, “Well, ya see, I was just going to be starting on them.  This weekend.  Umm…yeah.”

 “Good.  I expect to see some of you exploit all you can of the talent.”  He paused, “I mean, I want to see your talent exploited.”  He paused again, “I mean….well, I just want some good pictures!”

 “Okay, okay, okay….I got it.” Krillin squeaked.

 At that, the chancellor walked out of the room.  “I’ll be waiting…”

 Oh, geez.  If I don’t get Roshi some pictures by the end of the weekend, I’ll be toast for sure!  Krillin walked out of the living room and toward his bedroom.  The light on the answering machine was blinking.  He pressed it.

 “You have…ONE…new message.  Message…ONE.  ‘Hey Krillin!  This is Goku.  Guess what?  There’s a barbeque at the BOOM frat house tomorrow for the football game.  They’re gonna have steak, chicken, and roast pig!  It’s a…keeger?  Whatever that means.  We’re supposed to bring all our friends, so you better come.  I can’t seem to get a hold of Chi-Chi as of late.  I don’t know why, but I’m sure she’ll show up.  Anyway, if you see her before me, tell her to give me a call.  Anyway, see you then.  This is gonna be GREAT!’  End of final message.”

 At that point, the gears in Krillin’s head started turning.  Hey, this would be a great place to do some recruitment for models.  He smiled as he turned around and crashed on his bed.  Thoughts of the party ran through his mind.  I wonder if 18 will be there.  Krillin sighed as his heart skipped a beat.

 Later in the evening, after some study, Krillin checked his email.  In the inbox were two emails addressed to him.  The first one was from his editor at The Shenron Times.

         Krillin,

Hey there.  Just wanted to let you know that you have a photo session set up with the football team about 4 hours before the game.  You also have a special photo session with 18, the female player.  The paper is running a story on her as she is the first female ever to be in the NCU football program.  Well, that and she’s also in so much other stuff, it’s likely to bring us some good press from the community.  Thanks Krillin, you da man.

                                                                        Ed.

 His mind had turned to putty at that point.  A photo session with 18…  He soon snapped back to himself, and looked at the next letter.  It was addressed from “TurtleHermit500.”  Who could that be?  I don’t know anybody with that screen name.  Krillin opened the email.

          Krillin,

I heard you just got set up with a photo session with that new girl football player, 18.  YOU’D BETTER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT, OR I’M KICKING YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE! 

                                       Your friend and mentor,

                                                         Chancellor Roshi 

 Krillin’s arms dropped to his side, and he looked at the screen dumbfounded for a few seconds.  Then, in a catatonic state, he shut down his computer and crawled in his sheets.  All he could think about was that last email.  18, the woman I fell in love with.  Why her?  Why does it have to be her…

 “I hate my life,” Krillin said to himself, then clicked the lamp next to his bed off.

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