Meeting the Families

Part 2

At the table, where the Saiyans and other people had gone into a wild feeding frenzy, Radditz faught for a place in line to the grill. Despite his tallness, the long hair Saiyan couldn't see through all the shifting, moving bodies to see if Krillan was done cooking yet. The crowd was getting restless, shouting threats and curses as their hunger increased to madness.

Radditz started to notice there seemed to be a hold up.

Hungry and anxious for more food, he pushed his way through the crowd up to the front of the line, the smell of barbeque drawing him closer. Shoving past Nappa he finally broke through and saw what was keeping Krillan from tending to the cooking

It was a man. Radditz didn't recognize him, so he assumed this man was on Dayna's side. The man in question was hovering over Krillan, talking inceacantly, his smile looked creepy, as though he may share interests with Muten Roshi. He wore a Hawaiian shirt with colorful hybiscus all over it, while he kept his hands in his khaki shorts that seemed too short.

"Yeah, I can make a MEAN barbequed steak with shrimp--you're adding too much sause--which reminds me of this one frat party I went to where all the guys decided to-" All the while Krillan leaned against the grill, his chef's hat on crooked, and a bored expression on his face. He turned to try to flip the burgers when he decided he could take no more of this man's chatter. The man didn't seem to catch that he was being bothersom as he said, "You're flipping those wrong. Here, let me do it."

The man tried to grab the spatula away from the short warrior, which turned into a tug of war between the two. Deciding to sacrafice himself for the food cooker, Radditz approached.

Grabbing the man's hand in a hearty hand shake (teeth gritted) Radditz said, "Hi, I'm Radditz! You must be here to see Dayna-"

"Well, hello, there tall, dark and handsome!" the man said, Radditz wondered if he should take this as an initiative to fear, or as a compliment, "Yeah, I'm Dayna's brother! My name's Lincoln! Get me a beer and you can call me 'drinkin Lincoln' if ya know what I mean!!"

The man jabbed Radditz in the ribs a couple of times to get his point across. The Saiyan was hard pressed to resist natural urges to strike back and kill the man. He did not laugh as he grabbed the man by the shoulder and led him away from the grill. The people waiting in line cheered and Krillan sighed in relief--too soon.

He was immidiatly swamped by the hungry Saiyans, little Vegita wrastling the spatula out of his hand and standing on top of the grill, flipping half cooked burgers to the hunger crazed Saiyans, throwing them into a wild frenzy to catch the sizzling meat--kami help the poor human that got in their way.

Radditz turned his back to the chaos when he realized that the man-Drinkin' Lincoln?-- had been talking to him.

"-and so I decided 'sure! Why not? I love shrimp zesto! So I-"

Radditz decided to just avoid hearing what shrimp zesto was by mearly ditching the man. Dodging behind a bush when Lincoln wasn't looking (and feeling terribly silly) Radditz crouched and waited until the man went away. Lincoln didn't seem to even notice Radditz wasn't there anymore as he continued to walk onward, talking to himself about buying laundry detergent. Radditz shuddered and felt emensly grateful he had escaped when he did.

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After her disturbing conversation with Kakarotto--or was it Son Goku?-- Dayna started to wander about the compound, carefully avoiding the food table and grill, where the Saiyans were lingering as they mobbed the poor little man cooking the burgers.

She was making her way through a nice, tree filled aria of the property, admiring the flowers, when she heard two voices. They both obviously belonged to children, for they were quite a few ocaves higher than her own voice, and the seemed to be coming from behind some bushes. She could barely make out what was being said.

"Oww, it hurts, Trunks-kun!" the higher voice said.

"Well it's your own fault! You should know by now to never take food from my dad!"

"Yeah, but it was just a piece of broccoli! He didn't have to hit me!!"

Curious in nature, the red haired woman walked quitely over to the sound and pulled two branches apart to see what was going on. Crouched behind flora were two boys, one with purple hair and the other a spitting image of a half-pint Goku. Dayna quickly realized these two must be Trunks and Goten.

Little Goten was sporting a swollen eye which he was tendely rubbing, his little lip was sticking out and tembling.

"WHO HIT YOU!?" Dayna, feeling motherly rightious anger pumping through every vein.

Both boys lookes up at her surprised.

"Eheh," Dayna said smiling nerviously, "I just happened to over-hear...........NOW WHO HIT YOU?!"

The adorable little boy--Dayna just couldn't understand how someone could hit such a cutie!--finally said with a wavery voice, "Vegita. I was stealin' his food."

"Don't fall for his cutsie act," the purple haired kid said, "He knows better. Besides, he's been hit ALOT harder than that before. Even Gohan hits him harder than that when they're training. Eesh, Goten, you're such a baby."

"Wait-a-minute woah woah," Dayna said, raising her hands, "Gohan hits you? Son Gohan? That tall quiet, polite young man."

"Yeah, when we're sparring," Goten said, confused as to why the woman seemed so upset, "He's trained me the most, since Dad wasn't always around..........."

"Where was your dad when he wasn't with you?"

"He was dead."

"But he's alive!"

"Right now he is."

"How could he have died if he's alive."

"Gohan said Dad had to go to save us all."

"Was your father involved with the mob? And..........and.........," Dayna's passionate mind went wild, "And he had some trouble!! They wanted money! And...........and they were threatening his family! And........Goku ran so his family wouldn't be in danger anymore! Yes! That must be it. The Saiyans are forign in this country, right? Those poor, misguided forign people always do get mixed up in things like this....."

"Uh.......yeah. That must be it.....heh," Goten and Trunks both started scooching away from her, "But........um......I think we REALLY NEEDA LEAVE NOW!!"

Both children ran like there was no tomarrow from the red haired woman, who was wondering how such a fellow as Son Goku could get mixed up with the black market and how such a nice kid as Gohan could beat his younger brother.

To be continued.................