Dragon Ball FR

Chapter 08

An airplane was flying across the blue sky as it headed towards its destination. It was a peaceful and quiet flight without any trouble until one of the passengers inside the plane started to cause a ruckus. A certain girl with a ribbon tied on her blonde hair began to yell and slowly started to cause trouble, but somehow her friends managed to calm her down. As the girl calmed down, the others were finally able to relax and spend the rest of the flight in peace. Ten minutes later the pretty lady stewardess announced that they were about to land on which the passengers fasten their seatbelts and waited to land...

"Ahh, so it's finally time for the tournament? I can't wait" Spoke the teenager in his seat wearing a nice suit. He was rather calm from the outside, but the truth was that he couldn't wait to step into the ring and show what he learned in the past three years. Next to him was sitting his closest friend who always supported him, no matter what

"This time, you will definitely win Yamcha!" Exclaimed the talking cat with his high pitched voice on which Yamcha just nodded and smirked. This time, he will be the one who will win the tournament, he was confident in that, but there was someone who wasn't so sure in that

"That's not going to happen because I'm here" The young bald boy wearing the same suit interrupted Yamcha's and Puar's conversation and with a cocky smirk glanced at Yamcha who only released a small laugh

"That's fine, but during the matches you will see the progress I made in these three years" The young boys stared at each others with cocky smirk's up until they heard a voice from behind their seats

"Hah, listen to yourself, it's almost as if you two forgot about Goku" Said Bulma from behind as she held a book in her right hand while she glared at the two with a smile on her face. Next to her was the talking pig who laughed at the two and remembered about another fighter

"Yeah, and don't forget about that Jacky Chun" Oolong words didn't diminish the smirks from their faces, but inside their heads, the two were already thinking if they would be able to beat Goku, let alone Chun. There was a moment of silence as the stewardess passed by and checked the passengers when suddenly the old master shouted at the girl almost scaring her

"Hey stewardess lady, I must go... you know, to the bathroom!" Yelled Master Roshi who didn't care that all the people in the plane heard him. While Krillin who sitting next to him lowered his head down embarrassed, the stewardess just forced a smile and tried to be polite

"I'm sorry sir, but we will be landing shortly, so could you please hold it in? Just a little more"

"A-Alright! Just please land this plane quickly!" The old man once again yelled at the woman who backed away from Roshi as he tried to suppress his urge to visit the bathroom. While he was fighting an intense battle, Bulma and the others were red because of embarrassment

"Master Roshi, please contain yourself..." Whispered Krillin who couldn't believe the old man behavior sometimes. While he was stuck with him, Bulma and Yamcha turned their heads away and pretended to not knowing the old man

After only fifteen minutes, the airplane with Yamcha and the others in it landed safely on the ground. The group immediately left the plane and with their bags walked outside the airport. They just needed to stop a taxi and sing in the tournament, but there was something or rather someone stopping them in doing so. Master Roshi as soon the plane landed ran in search of a bathroom while the others walked outside and waited in front of the airport. After waiting for almost fifteen minutes the old master finally walked out, but only to once again embarrass the others with his behavior. Without wasting any more time and being once again embarrassed, Yamcha stopped the next two cabs in which they headed towards the tournament area. It didn't take too long and the two cabs arrived in front of the main gates. Krillin and the others got out from the cars and with the bags in their hands stared at the tournament gates