Goon Trust-Building Exercises (Invite) Sept 26, 2018 20:35:49 GMT -6
Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 26, 2018 20:35:49 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 54,000 | Dai Majin (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 54,000/162,000!
Something about this place felt... Familiar.
Mumbo traversed the halls of Castle Namek calmly, carrying a crate larger than his body. He, along with Chamil, decided that staying on Namek's good side until after the dragon balls were found would be a good idea. After all, it might help paint the Saiyans as the bad guys if the Goons were the ones performing good deeds for nothing more than a heap of praise and a cold drink.
Walking up the obsidian stairs, the Majin passed by some old Namekians. The trio was crotchety and greying, and constantly bickering. They seemed to each come from one of the clans, and were arguing over which of the original three Caste Leaders would have won in a fight. Mumbo didn't pay them much mind, but the name 'Xylo' was the one shouted loudest. That name sure did sound evil. Maybe he was a cool warlord or something.
"Don't listen to all that squabble," the Namekian flanking Mumbo said. "They never stop bickering. Ever since they were hatched, they would have arguments like this; pitting fighters from across history against one another. Apparently they call these debates their weekly 'death battle', but I've never once seen them agree on a winner."
The Namekian was a strapping young lad. Proud and strong, from the Warrior clan. He held a pair of boxes as well, but unlike Mumbo's, his were decidedly smaller.
"Ta be hahnest. It sounds kinda fun. I bet my old boss would beat all da mooks dey talk about, dough."
They reached the gardens outside the castle quickly, depositing the boxes near to a gaggle of younger Namekian children. They thanked the duo profusely, before pulling things out of each crate like rabid animals. To Mumbo's surprise, it seemed the contents were all gardening tools. Hoes and shovels, seeds and water, and a handful of pots. He supposed it'd probably been a while since these things were used.
"Thanks for your help, sir Mumbo. Our younglings haven't had chance to test their gardening skills since hatching. This is an important step in their lives, especially since one of them might become Guru someday."
"D'aww shucks. It ain't no prahblem. Da Stah Goons ah heah ta help."
"Well, I still need to repay you somehow. Please, take this as thanks."
The Namekian handed Mumbo an ornate flue. The stonework was impeccable; it was a shame Mumbo had no appreciation for things so fine. Chuckling, Mumbo opened a hole in his chest, and let it hide inside his skin. He'd play it some other day. "Tanks, Kiddo. But uh... I'm off fer now. Bye!"
And with that Mumbo took off, cresting over a hill only to land some odd few feet past its top. That was his one good deed for the day, and he was ready to chill out. Pulling a lunch box out of his arm, he deposited it on the ground, slamming his rear end into the dirt with a hearty thud. He made sure to get a good view of the castle, and paged Chamil. Though her Scouter got destroyed soon after they landed, she still had her Official Goodbuster Pager on hand. Hopefully she hadn't put it on mute...
Too hungry to dwell on the thought of losing track of his only remaining buddy, he flipped open the lunchbox, and pulled out a half-frozen chocolate-and-peanut-butter sandwich. He took a huge bite, and sighed in delight. The frosty texture made it so yummy! All he needed was some ice-cold milk, and it'd make this meal a cut above the rest.