(A month later)
The days became incredibly quiet in the weeks following Gohan's little outing with Videl. After seeing how much things have toned down over the year and with no signs of any enemies over the horizon, the Z-fighters soon decided to mix things up a little with yet another get-together. This venture was inevitably spearheaded by Yamcha, who invited all of his friends and allies over to his baseball team's home stadium for some lunch and relaxation. Though there were some difficulties experienced in organizing an actual day for the event, the man was soon successful in finding a date that was convenient for all of them. And so, once everyone had given him the green light, the entire group, Piccolo and Vegeta included, came to West City to see what the human fighter had in store for all of them.
As it turns out, Yamcha had organized a little game for his group to play. While all of the non-fighters were given seats up in the stands, complete with barbeque and beverages, all of the fighting members of the group assembled down on the pitch for what Yamcha called 'Super Human Baseball'.
Initially there were some complaints and concerns shared amongst them. Vegeta grudgingly stated his unwillingness to participate in such a 'low-brow human activity', whereas Piccolo was just not interested, period. However, with some careful convincing from both Yamcha and Gohan, the latter of whom announced his eagerness to participate, they were able to persuade the others into going along with them, including the most serious members of their troop. So, with bats and gloves in hand, the warriors hit the field for what would become a really interesting couple rounds of baseball.
While it was undeniably funny to see Gohan and Goten dressed in Yamcha's team colors, the Taitans, and wearing the club's hats and gloves, it was even more hilarious to see Zangya adorned in the exact same uniform.
"Surely you're just wearing that ironically?" Piccolo asked the orange haired girl standing in the right field with glove in hand, and adorned in the team's shirt, pants, hat, and chewing gum.
Blowing out a bubble from the strip in her mouth and letting it pop, the Hera grinned teasingly back at the Namekian. "Hey, if I'm going to be playing baseball in an actual stadium with you shmucks, I may as well play it right." Hell, she even got the mannerisms down pat.
The green warrior, still carrying his weighted clothing, cape and everything, grunted as he glared across at the center plate. "Whatever."
Looking at the field, this was how it currently stood.
Due to the lack of significantly strong players amongst the current group of Z-fighters, the faction had to be divided into two. While Yamcha, Piccolo, Zangya, Yajirobi, Tien, Krillin and Goten made up one team, Gohan, Vegeta, Chiaotzu, Videl, Trunks, and Bulma's 'new and improved' Android 16C made up the members of the other team.
While all of these guys were currently scattered across the field, limbering up and holding the positions they'd been assigned, this left Chi-Chi, Bulma, Launch, Android 18# and her daughter Marron, Puar, Oolong, Master Roshi and the Ox King up in the front row of the bleachers looking out over the green. Accompanying them, dressed in casual clothing and an apron that said 'World's Greatest Champ' right on the front, was Hercule Satan, who was currently tending to the barbeque they had setup alongside the first class seats.
Putting some more meat onto the serving tray once he noticed that they were cooked, the man in the afro grinned proudly and turned his attention towards the group, "Okay! Who wants some steak sausages and beef cutlets fresh off the grate? Anyone?"
"I'll take one of everything," Oolong said while raising his paper plate to the martial artist, "And some coleslaw!"
"Me too," Bulma also spoke up with a smile. Almost instantly the big man with the mustache and stubble moved over the seats and dealt out bread, meat and salads to all those who wanted it. He even had on him some tomato sauce, which he kept secured in his apron pocket, and drew upon at the hungry audience's request. "Mm. Smells good. Thanks."
"My pleasure," the man replied with an honest, good-natured smile, before turning towards the field to watch the progress of the game. Upon scanning the grass for a good couple of moments, inspecting the players and seeing who was up against whom, Hercule's eyes then fell upon his daughter sitting in the dugout and alongside her best friend Gohan. Raising his tongs, the man gave an almighty roar, "GIVE THEM HELL, SWEET PEA!"
Yajirobi, who was currently held up on third base, groaned when he smelt the delicious scent of cutlets, steak, sausages and chicken drifting down onto the pitch. Despite being assigned such an important position, the only thing he could think of was one thing. "Man, am I hungry. I can't wait to get off this field and have some of that delicious meat." His growling stomach could surely attest to that.
"Okay! Okay! Let's do this!" a grinning Yamcha standing on the pitcher's mound called out while nodding towards the opposing team. "Batter up, people!"
Dressed in a pair of red shorts, a green jersey and a wooden bat propped against his shoulder, little Trunks stepped out onto the field under the cheers and applause of the women and his best friend Goten. Appearing with his usual look on confidence for a child his age, the five-year-old turned to face the pitcher from the right-handed batter's box and watched as his adult adversary grinned.
Krillin, who was in the catcher's position and wearing the trademark face mask and padding, smiled across at the youngster. "Good luck, Trunks."
"Thanks, Krillin," the lavender haired demi-Saiyan whispered back.
The scar-faced pitcher smiled, "Are you ready, little man?"
Feigning a spit like he saw on television, the child then brought his bat out and took a stance. "Whenever you are, super star."
Grinning, Yamcha then dug his feet into the mound and rolled the ball between his fingers. "Alright. Here it comes." Warning given, the former mercenary straightened up, primed himself, and then, after checking the field to the left of him, cocked his hand back and let it rip.
The ball shot from his grip like a bullet and curled through the air, stunning a few people at how fast it moved. Trunks however, seeing it coming at him in bullet time, swung at it in a blur of movement. With a loud clap, he sent the ball flying across center field, drawing an exclamation of surprise from the audience before he sprinted over to first at super speed.
It was a good thing he did because the second his ball was airborne Tien leapt into the air and caught it. As soon as the ball thumped into his glove, he took it up in his free hand and tossed it towards first base. "Goten! Heads up!"
The tri-clops's warning was well received as the little half-Saiyan quickly caught the ball and stepped forward to intercept his friend. However, the second he reached to tap, Trunks dove for the ground and skidded to a clean landing.
"Safe," the robotic voice of an observing Android 16 spoke up, who also had on a uniform and a baseball hat worn atop his head.
The announcement had Vegeta smirk and Bulma cheer at her son's success. Even though the entire exchange went by in less than a second, those with sharp enough senses and a keen eye had been able to observe the entire thing. The only one who lost track of the whole exchange was Hercule, who was currently gawking at how fast that little segment went.
Seriously. If you blinked you would've missed it, and the man did blink.
"Dang it," Goten mumbled, tossing the ball across to Yamcha while his lavender haired friend grinned at him from the plate.
"Better luck next time, Goten."
"Nice one, Trunks. Well done," the scar-faced man congratulated, before then turning to see who the second batter would be.
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