"Wow Isco. You really care about Bulma, don't you?"
"She is the only one that can repair me sir. My motherboard didn't build no fool… you think I am going to trust any of you meatbags to get me up and running? Or give me all the upgrades I want?"
"And there it is," I commented.
"Death lasers, sir. Death lasers."
"Right Isco."
"And arms that can easily crush skulls."
"Right Isco."
"And-"
"I get it," I grumped only to pause. "I'm still listed as 'pet' correct?"
"You are, sir. If you keep it up I might use your for breeding."
"Wonderful," I jested. "Come on, let's check on Bulma."
~MC~MC~MC~
"…and that ends our tour," Brother Itat stated as they arrived back at the entrance archway. "I hope that this has given you a better understanding of all my brothers and I do to maintain the tranquility and beauty of this place."
Krillin sagged with relief. He'd his best to pay attention but… it seemed like every stone and tile in the entire complex had a long backstory that he just HAD to be told about! They'd spent ten minutes looking at a single step because of all the 'interesting' history that it had. 'But it will all be worth it when I get to those texts,' he thought to himself. 'According to the Scroll of Knowledge reading those texts will give me the knowledge I need to be a better fighter. I'm not for sure what I'm going to learn… maybe some kind of new attack or a special ability. Something that will help me become stronger and be able to take out that monster Raditz.' He clenched his hands into fists. 'I just know it… this is going to be it…'
"I thank you for visiting us," Brother Itat said, giving Krillin a bow.
Only to begin walking away.
"UH… Brother Itat?" Krillin called out.
"Yes?" the monk said, turning back around. "Did you wish to take the tour again?"
"No! No!" Krillin exclaimed, waving his hands about wildly. "All toured out!"
"Then what might I do for you?"
"Well… its about the sacred texts you keep here."
"Yes, the sacred text. They are very important. Sought after by many who come here. It is our duty to care for them. It is a very interesting process… we have special brushes for cleaning the spine and Brother Ayday makes an oil that preserves the pages-"
"Actually," Krillin said, cutting him off, "and I mean no offense… but I did come to actually learn the knowledge they hold."
Brother Itat slowly nodded at that. "Ah… of course. You wish to read them."
"Yes, I do!" Krillin said in relief, thrilled that the man was FINALLY getting it!
Brother Itat stared at him for several long moments, clearly considering Krillin and judging him before motioning for him to follow. For a moment Krillin worried that he was being taken on another tour but after a few moments the monk stopped and pointed at another member of their group who was sitting on a bench sewing some fabric under a leafy tree. "You'll need to take to Brother Ickers. He will be able to assist you in your goal."