Oh no.
Here he comes.
I wish I could grab a palmtree and shamefully hide behind it but I'm afraid even that wouldn't be enough to conceal my presence from his faultless powers of perception. A mindless moron he may be, but not a blind one.
Nor a silent one for that matter.
" Oyo, Vejita !! "
My God, does he have to scream so loud ?!? Nearly everyone turns around and stares at the big dolt who's walking towards me - ME - attired in a way that the average Human tourist would not be caught dead in, a horrible neon pink hawaiian shirt on his back, the damnable camera hanging from his neck, an ice cream cone in each hand.
I pretend to ignore him. Maybe he'll go away.........Not a chance.
With that ever idiotic, crooked grin that I sometimes suspect to be pasted on his face, he swoops down on me, oblivious to my silent screams of outrage.
" Nee, do you want an ice cream ? "
Something was bound to snap.
" Kakarotto, you _______ "
Calm down.
You can't possibly make a moron smarter by yelling at him. Or beating him up, even if the urge to do so is literally burning your fingers. And besides, I did promise to Bulma. It's her first " vacation " in twenty years and I won't have it spoiled because of a low-life baka whose intentions, however good they may be, never fail to drive me insane. So, I bite my tongue and numbly take the cone that is offered to me.
Chocolate.
Hm...Another Human food that doesn't taste anything like food. Ah well, as long as it's not pistacchio. I hate pistacchio.
" Look ! " a girl whispers to another little giggling creature. " That's sooo sweet ! They're soooo cute !! "
.........
Anybody care to tell me what she was exactly alluding to ?
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