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Little Saiyalings - The College Years
By: MU

Author’s Note: This is the beginning of small saga for everyone’s favorite bald little human, which will tax the very fiber of his being…or at least the fiber that his pants are made out of.  As for the rest of the crew, you’ll just have to see.

Chapter 8 – Moving day: Part 2 – Bulma, Chi-Chi, and an old friend

 Meanwhile…

 “What’s that yelling?”

 “You’re in college now, dear.  There’s a lot of…ahhh….different people…doing a lot of different things.  That’s probably noise coming from a frat house or something.”

 “Yeah, you’re right, Dad,” the girl said as she ran her fingers through her long, green hair.  “I can’t believe how long this line is.  We’ll have to be here for at least an hour.”

 “But at least that noise will be gone…” said the man as he looked at his watch.  The noise stopped.  “Well, that didn’t take even thirty seconds.  Speaking of time, I can’t believe that your roommate, Chi-Chi, isn’t here yet.  Kitty’s getting bored.”

 “Meow,” the 2-dimensional cat on the man’s shoulder said.

 “Bulma!” a voice shouted as a figure was seen running from the back of the line.  “Bulma!  I’m sorry that I’m late!”

 As the figured approached, Bulma could clearly see that it was Chi-Chi.  Even if she wasn’t sure, the man following her was so large that there was no mistake about his identity.  The bearded man with glasses could only be the Ox King.  He was carrying a large sack on his back.  Bulma assumed that this sack contained Chi-Chi’s stuff.

 When Chi-Chi got close, she stopped running and stood in front of Bulma.  She crossed her arms and started tapping her feet.  She developed sort of a devilish frown upon her face.  “So, Bulma…I figured that it would be okay if I was late because you never came to pick me up when we were supposed to go shopping last week.  That was pretty mean of you!  You know that I can’t drive.”

 Bulma just looked at Chi-Chi, as if she’s surprised that it was brought up.  Then, upon seeing how serious Chi-Chi really was, she looked at the ground.  “About that...”  There was a pause.  “Ummm, I’m sorry.”

 Chi-Chi smiled at this, but then went back to giving Bulma the stern look.  “And…?”

 “And I…I…”

 “And you what, Bulma?”

 “And I overreacted about the whole conversation after Yamcha and I broke up.”  It felt like one of the hardest things that Bulma had to do, admitting that she was wrong.

 “You’re my friend, Chi-Chi, and I know you would never say something to intentionally make me feel bad.”  She smiled at Chi-Chi, like a little kid who just got away with breaking his or her mother’s cookie jar.  The she walked over and gave Chi-Chi a hug.

 Dr. Briefs, who was standing next to the Ox King, elbowed him lightly in the ribs.  “Crisis averted, right old bean?”

 The Ox King nodded, “Uh-huh.”

 “Aww…isn’t that cute?”  A raspy voice said as it seemed to cut through the moment.  The group turned to see a small, bald man with six dots on his head, as well as a tall guy in orange gi pants with a blue T-shirt.

 “Krillin!  Goku!  How are you?”  Bulma exclaimed.  Both she and Chi-Chi ran up and hugged them.  They then began to talk amongst themselves.

 “Goku, I’m glad you came.  I’m pretty sure Dad won’t be able to help us move in,” Chi-Chi whispered to Goku, “I don’t think that he’ll be able to get in the front door.”

 Goku smiled, “Yeah, Krillin and I will be able to do it, and quick.”  Chi-Chi then blushed and grabbed his hand.  Bulma saw this, got a little perturbed, and turned to Krillin.

 “Chi-Chi never said anything about you helping, but thanks for coming.”

 “It’s no problem, really,” Krillin quickly replied.  “I was watching Aqua Teens with Goku, when Vegeta came in all pissy, yelled a few things at us, and ran out of the room.  Then his dad just gave us this evil, cold stare, so Goku and I decided to leave.”  He clasped his hands, and started tapping his thumbs against each other.  Then he added, “Vegeta’s dad really scares me.”

 Bulma just stared at Krillin.  “You mean that asshole, Vegeta…” she paused and turned towards Goku, “…is your roommate?  Boy, do I feel sorry for you!”

 Everyone in the group, minus Goku started laughing.  Goku just smiled.  When everybody saw this, they stopped laughing.  Goku took this as his cue to say something.

 “Come on, guys.  Vegeta’s not that bad.  He’s just misunderstood.  I really hope that me and him can get to know each other, bury the hatchet, and become good friends.”  Upon finishing this, he went back to smiling.  Everybody else stared at him.  They crack a smile, but try not to laugh.  Then they completely lose it.

 “Vegeta….HA…misunderstood…” Krillin began to roll on the ground because he was laughing so hard, “that’s a good one, Goku.”

 “I’m serious!” Goku retorted.

 “Riiiggggghhhht!” Chi-Chi responded.

 “Hey, Chi-Chi!  Look behind you,” Goku said as he pointed in the air past her.  Chi-Chi and Bulma turned around only to see a couch levitating in the air, surrounded by a bunch of girls.

 Krillin became insanely curious about this, especially since there were girls in the immediate vicinity.  “Uh, I think I’m gonna go check that out.”

 When Krillin caught up with the floating couch, and eventually pushed through the crowd of girls, he was surprised to see a familiar face.  He saw a potato shaped guy that was floating in the air.  He had no arms to speak of, but since his body was sort of liquid in property, it didn’t seem to matter.  The couch was floating above his head.  He had a small smirk-like smile on his face that somehow contained a hint of boredom.

 “Pud,” Krillin condescendingly said as he approached.

 “Krillin, I don’t even have to turn around, I know that’s you,” Pud replied, but then turned around anyway.  “Besides, I saw the glare off of your forehead earlier when I walked by.  So how are you these days?”  Krillin could see that Pud was now smiling, but noticed that he didn’t open his eyes.

 “Good…but I didn’t know that you were coming to NCU,” Krillin said as he glared at Pud.  “I thought maybe you would attend Harvard or Yale.”

 “Well, I would have…but then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of hanging out with you and Goku,” Pud smiled, and opened his eyes to stare at Krillin.  “Oh, and your deal with Roshi…now that will be entertaining!”

 “How dare you read my mind!”

 Just then, a third voice entered the fray, “Mr. Pud, you’re holding up the line.”  The moving helper stared at Pud until he turned around.

 Pud calmly stated to the mover, “Oh, sorry.  Let me pick up the rest of my stuff.”  Many things started lifting off the ground, including a computer, TV, and refrigerator.  “So nice of you to let me be first in line, even though I just got here.”

 Upon hearing this, Krillin slyly said, “Oh, so you’re using your mind control again.”

 “Yep,” Pud smiled, and then turned to follow the moving helper.  “Tell the rest of the gang to stop by when they’re done moving in.  I’m on the male side of Bulma and Chi-Chi’s floor, room 352.  Later!”  He continued to walk away and then turned around, “Oh and I hope you enjoy Bulma and Chi-Chi’s next door neighbor.  I know you will!”  All Krillin could see was teeth, and Pud turned around and left.  His entourage of girls follows.

 Krillin went back to the rest of the group, thinking to himself, what the hell did that mean?

 When he arrived back, he told them (begrudgingly) of Pud’s arrival at NCU.  They were all pleasantly surprised, but Krillin couldn’t get the last two things that Pud told him out of his head.  Something smelled fishy, even for a small guy with no nose.  He decided that he wouldn’t mention anything to the others.  They were at least an hour away in the line, plenty of time to think about it…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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