"Yeah, I'm aware of that now." Krillin glared at the boy. "Lost the dreaded Yamcha demon, did you?"
Despite his outer belligerence, inside he quavered. What have I done? He really hadn't considered that Gohan didn't know what Piccolo had done. But... now that he considered it, it wasn't entirely unfeasible.
Krillin shuddered. He had just inadvertantly turned Gohan's world upside down. What could Piccolo's student be thinking?
Somewhere, the wind ripping at his face, Son Gohan thought of nothing.
Goten wanted to say something- anything at all to fix the situation. It was awkward having no control of it at all. He knew Piccolo- the emerald skinned man that had saved him years before from drowning. The man who often happened by to keep an eye on Goten as he played in the woods. The caretaker of their summer house while he and his mom lived in the city. He was a kind person. A very sad and lonely person, but kind nonetheless.
Goten was pushed off his feet as Gohan took off again- almost slammed into the wall again. But something soft caught him.
"Trunks-! Gohan, he-!" Goten started but the man cut him off.
"It would probably be best not to antagonize him," said the taller boy with a gentle smile down at his best friend. He set the other boy back on his feet and sighed.
"Krillen, you really shouldn't have done that."
"I don't know what kind of world you came from, but it obviously was nothing like ours," replied Krillin vehemently, stepping away from the wall. "Piccolo Daimao is the reason there's no cities, why half our population is gone. The reason Mao Chi-Chi and Son Goku are dead! And now he sits back while we flounder. He's taunting us."
With each word, he began to calm a little - somehow, it cooled him to have all this announced openly and freely.
Taking a deep breath, the former monk glanced back in Gohan's direction. Did he really not know...?
Gohan was regarding him with an unreadable expression. It was eerily blank - as if he were catatonic.
And then a sudden gust of wind knocked Krillin back into the wall; and, just as abruptly as he had entered, Son Gohan was gone.
Goten looked between the two of them in confusion. Krillen knee jerk reaction to his knowing Gohan was somewhat frightening. And now they were both going on about demon kings and teachers. It was all very confusing.
"What are you talking about?" Goten said making a face. "You mean hermit Piccolo? Sure he's... a weird color but that doesn't make him a demon."
"You-- what?" Krillin suddenly distanced himself from Goten - so violently that his shoulder slammed into the opposite wall. "How do you know him?"
He nervously pretended he didn't hear Gohan's question. Wasn't it rhetorical? Who didn't fear him?
But Gohan didn't seem as keen about being ignored. He repeated himself, in that same eerily patient voice.
Krillin glanced at him, quite aware that he was sweating. "You... You're his student. Why shouldn't we be?"
The man seemed to mull the words over, studying him intently. The human nearly wilted under the inquisitive stare. At last Gohan replied, "You mean Piccolo. But how would you be afraid of him? He never even talks to humans... Not that I was aware of."
Laughing bitterly, Krillin leaned back against the wall. Suddenly he didn't care so much about getting ripped to pieces by the devil's disciple. What did it matter anymore? Words flew from his mouth unhindered/ "Are you crazy? Yeah-- sure. He never talked to humans. Just killed us all. Which is what he's grooming you for, right?"
It was Gohan's turn to look ashen. "...What?"
"Didn't you ever wonder where your master got the name Demon King?"
Trunks started to head back. Gohan seemed preocccupied which was better for him. He'd rather not explain what had happened to his counter self. He probably should have hurried back- I mean obviously Gohan was in a house with two other people who thought that he was the spawn of Satan or at least raised by him. But for some reason, Trunks just felt like taking his time.
"Well actually I can fly... hover... kind of," snapped Goten in retort. Although it did sort of falter as a poor protest in the end. "I'm just currently very tired and I haven't enough practice to catch up with Trunks."
And then Gohan appeared, right from where Trunks said he would. Goten was actually taken by surprise. He hadn't really thought Trunks was psychic- but perhaps everyone around him was a bit strange. They could fly- shoot explosives from their hands- and sense people coming before they arrived.
Krillen exchanged a brief dialogue with Gohan- meaning just a word. Almost as if announcing he was there. Like Goten didn't already know. And Gohan asked in return why Krillen was scared of him.
Goten looked at Krillen. Yes, he did look scared. His face was as white as a sheet. And he was trembling somewhat. What was scary about Gohan anyhow?
"Hallo Gohan," smiled Goten politely. "I'm sorry for running away like that on you earlier. Trunks was being a turd."
Krillin jerked to a halt, glancing back with a look of irritation. "You can't fly?" But then the pleading quality to the kid's words finally sunk in. "You really can't fly. Yet Trunks can take off just like that. You two make an interesting pair."
He looked to where the two had disappeared; he could barely even sense them anymore (not that that was saying much). With a sigh, he let his feet touch carpet again. "Too late now. Don't you know anything about--"
Krillin came to a sudden halt. His chi sense may have left much to be desired, but he wasn't deaf, nor blind. And he could certainly hear.
He spun about in an almost protective manner, his arms blocking (almost amusingly) the much-taller Goten - because for all his words, Yamcha's dogmatic beliefs had wormed their way into him. In a half-whisper, he managed to croak, "Gohan...!"
In Krillin's eyes, the man seemed to take up the entire hallway - exuding a dark, foreign air that even the supposed "possessed" Yamcha did not have. It was almost as if Piccolo himself had dropped through the ruined ceiling, except they were still breathing. Somehow.
The man simply cocked his head to the side, as if he were a scholar, studying some particularly interesting specimen. "You're always afraid of me. Why?"
"Wow," Goten managed to sputter as his friend took off in the air after Yamcha who had nearly killed him- flung Krillen across the room- and had done a number with some light and explosions that Goten could barely conceive possible. Krillen jumped up, preparing to take after the ones that had just shot up through the roof.
Before he got airborne, Goten latched himself onto Krillen's arm. "Wait! Take me too!"
Trunks was right on his tail. It was highly aggravating. He didn't wish to play chase with anyone. And the longer he flew- the more he realized that he was developing a long string of followers. He made a decision there- even if it meant hurting his host, he'd have to lose them. So he powered his speed faster. The chi surging from within him- blasting out, shooting him off like a jet through the sky. Trunks managed to keep up for a while- blasting into a fierce color of gold before finally falling behind.
Whatever the hell the kid had done was not enough to catch him in his speed. Thank goodness too- because Yamcha's body was starting to falter to the extreme pressure of the inward chi. He slowed down again- sucking the energy back inside like a vaccum. He landed them somewhere in the midst of a deep forest. It was safe for now. Now to plan the next move... how to get Trunks as his next host.
It happened so fast. He even managed to go super sayain- but it still wasn't enough to catch up to Yamcha. Just as ghost had said- the bastard ghost had amazing power. He slowed- and fell out of the legendary power once again. He hung suspended in the air watching the horizon with a bleak expression. He had lost the bastard.
Trunks turned, noticing he wasn't the only one tailing the man after all. And upon seeing Gohan- he couldn't help but try to hide his guilty face. Where did ghost go, anyhow? Trunks wished he knew. It felt worse than losing someone to death- at least then they went to some sort of afterlife. Death was almost superfilious to the frequent users of the dragon balls. But a second death? Where could that lead? Did it lead anywhere at all?
Krillin staggered to his feet, bruised and somewhat ashamed, and viewed the damage to Bulma's ceiling. "Well, damn. What was that all about?" He glanced ruefully in Goten's direction, but the kid looked just as lost as him. "I don't suppose you'll be of much help."
For a moment, he considered just going to the kitchen, grabbing a soda, and collapsing on the couch.
But then he sighed heavily and took off after them.
That's the boy, Trunks, thought Gohan with surprise, watching the two forms arch off into the sky. They were certainly going at a decent clip. After a moment, the bald man followed at a slower clip.
Goten remained behind, his chi back to its usual level.
Gohan lingered, uncertain. He had taken a liking to his impromptu student from the night before, and he was concerned by the recent turbulence in the building. But he was also painfully curious. Whatever was wrong, whatever was interrupting this world's norm - it had left, with the scarred man.
He grimaced. He had little choice.
With all the speed he could muster he went after Trunks and the infamous scarred man.
The short bald man his host had referred to as Krillen hit him in the back of his head. It didn't hurt- in fact nothing intitaly hurt him directly in this body. All pain transfered to the host after all. The punch was weak irregardless but it was enough to knock Goten free from his grip.
"If you wanted to get hurt," Yamcha spat spinning around and grabbing the man tightly by his wrist. "All you had to do was ask."
And with power that he had previously kept under control- the spirit swung Krillen about and threw his body against both Goten and Trunks. It was just enough force in the blow to catch Trunks unawares. Goten had the wind knocked clear out of him, pinned against the wall by the smaller man.
Yamcha took this opptunity to flee. He fired one chi blast into the ceiling and shot out after it. Trunks disintangled himself from Krillen and chased in suit- leaving Goten and Krillen behind in the bedroom.