Gohan paused just inside the doorway, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. The low roar of a busy tavern faded a few notches, then picked back up as he was dismissed as Not a Threat or Not Interesting. He wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused.
This was turning out to be much more trouble than it seemed worth. He wanted a few answers from Raditz, on his terms. No fending off demon-Videls. No getting put deeper into sleep.
Somehow, that turned into trying to find him in a football stadium sized bar where everyone with a day pass to Earth stopped by. The woman who claimed to have forced his uncle into a day off (just his luck it would be this day) said "the furrball" could be found here. She wouldn't give any more information than that, other than to see him safely here and return to stand guard over his body.
Why is it that my guardian angels are damned souls from Hell? Gohan mused, as he edged his way around the room, scanning for a person-sized mass of saiyan hair.
Unfortunately, Saiyans apparently got day passes fairly frequently. After the third false start, he was about to give up and go home when someone tapped his elbow.
"Baba?" he asked, sure his eyes were playing tricks. Why would the old fortune teller be riding around on her crystal ball here, carrying a tray of drinks?
This is a teaser snip, mostly to remind myself to write, but also to show that I really have not dropped this. :sweatdrop: