"Kayos, come on in!" Bulma called out from Kame House and Isco and I moved to join her inside. Clearly she had been in the middle of a conversation when she'd noticed us lingering as when we entered she was telling the two men, "-with him. He's more interested in his fangirls than he is for me! Making no time for me at all! So Yamcha and I? We are DONE! This was his last chance… we're meeting each other after five years and he can't drag himself away from his adoring public? Well, they can give him all the love because he won't get any of mine!"
"Oh?" Master Roshi said, looking me up and down when he noticed me. "And is this your new boyfriend?"
"What?" Bulma said, turning to stare at me. "No, of course not! This is just Kayos."
"Thank you, Bulma, that was very kind to stomp on my worth as a man," I snarked.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Bulma exclaimed with a huff. "I know you're married to your job!" She turned back to her friends. "This is Kayos and Isco. I asked them to film a documentary."
"All about us?" Krillin said with a grin, stepping forward only for Bulma to push him away.
"All about ME," Bulma corrected. "They are going to document my life as the world's smartest woman, premiere inventor, and most eligible bachelorette!"
"And most humble girl on the planet," Krillin muttered only for Bulma to turn on him and begin to scream at him about how she was 'as humble as humble pie'.
"So, Bulma told you all about us, right?" Master Roshi asked at the two bickered. While there was a ton of heat to her words I could also tell that it came from a place of love.
"If you mean did she tell me to be glad I have a penis instead of a vagina then yes, she told me all about you." Roshi started at that while Bulma and Krillin laughed at the old man who said nothing to counter my claim, their earlier fight forgotten instantly. "So, what do you guys have planned for today?" I asked as I began to move around the room, taking on the role of 'documentarian' to get them talking. Isco slowly moved around, taking everything in.
Of course the question was meaningless. I already knew that whatever they had planned would get tossed into the garbage can the moment Raditz showed up.
'That bastard is going to cause a whole lot of problems… almost everything that came after can be tied back to him. I mean, the Androids aren't truly his fault but with King Cold and Frieza's DNA Cell wouldn't have been as much of a probably. Hell, without Vegeta's DNA…'
I frowned as Bulma and Krillin discussed what beach games they should play and if it was wise to even try with Goku participating.
'Except… without Namek and all that Goku and Piccolo would be so weak Gero himself probably could defeat him, meaning that we'd get History of Trunks… possibly without Trunks.' I mentally cursed myself, both for the fact that I was already thinking about changing things to try and protect more people and that I needed certain things to happen to prepare everyone for the threats to come. 'Hell, Buu is completely unrelated to Raditz so this entire world is fucked if Dobby or Dabby or whatever the fuck his name was returns to bring him back to life with Bobbity.'
It was utterly frustrating. Make a move to try and make things easier and run the risk of making things worse. But there was just as much danger in relying on things to remain the same only for the mere fact that I existed in the world to cause things to radically alter. Chaos Theory was in full force, with my tiny changes causing massive alterations.
"And after that there will be the barbeque," Krillin continued before looking at Bulma. "You… did remember to bring the food, right?" He paused. "And the barbeque?"
"I have a barbeque!" Roshi complained.
"Ya, if you call that rusted out trash can a barbeque!"
"Of course I brought the food. As if I could rely on you two to get it?" Bulma said. "If it were up to you to all we'd have is jerky and beer!"
"We'd also have some cake," Krillin protested.
Bulma scoffed at that. "Why do you always expect me to buy the food nowadays anyway?"
"Hey!" Krillin complained. "We haven't seen you in five years!"
"Because if you had seen me you'd have made me buy all the food!"
Roshi chimed in. "Well, you are far richer than us. I might have a nice place out here but it doesn't exactly make me a ton of cash. And if I tried to feed Goku I'd have to spend a month fishing!"
"I couldn't know," I said casually, "if you set up a few more little islands you could probably make a killing renting them out."
"Eh?" Roshi said, looking at me. "Make a few more islands?"
"Not that hard for someone of your skill," Isco commented. "Or, perhaps, it is. You could have lost your touch."
"Lost my touch!? What are ya gettin' on about!? I ain't lost nothing!"
"There is no reason to get upset," Isco said simply. "It happens to all men as they get older. Unable to stand tall and strong and proud. Rise to the occasion. Be solid. They… droop."
Roshi's face turned red with fury. "Why you no good tin plated-"
"I am not tin plated," Isco stated.
"Not helping," I muttered.
"…so," Krillin said slowly, looking at Bulma.
"Yes, I remember the food," she said, pulling out a case from her pocket. "Along with the barbeque grill. I had to keep them as capsules; like Roshi said if I tried to haul all of Goku's supply alone I'd have needed to bring a freighter!"
"I hope you have enough," Krillin said worriedly. "You know how he gets."
"Don't worry. So long as we don't tell him just HOW much food we brought we can tuck away enough for us to have plenty."
"Maybe distract him so you guys can eat first?" I suggested as Roshi continued to argue with Isco.
"Hey! That's a great idea!" Bulma snapped her fingers. "Now then, let's get some of the introductions out of the way that way we can have fun and not worry about needing to be pulled aside."
"Introductions?" Krillin asked.
"For the documentary. People need to know who everyone is. Oh Isco!" She waved at the drone. "Come over here please!"
"That's right, run ya sparkin' egg!" Roshi hollered.
"Thanks for saying please, at least," I whispered.
"Treat machines with respect, that's my motto," Bulma said and I grinned; oh, I could get along with her just fine! "We're going to film some introductions, okay?" Isco bobbed in what I assumed was a nod and Bulma opened her mouth before I raised my hand to stop her.