“Yes. The dice. Big. I’ll bet, uh, this,” Goku said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a very nice, gray, rock.
“Ah,” Kenren said, as it slowly dawned on him that Konzen had walked in before they’d called their bets on the last turn. He was still losing horribly. Worse than to Tenpou, actually. But he wasn’t about to give ANYONE his pants. He hadn’t given them to Tenpou and he damn well wasn’t given them to Goku. “1-on-1. My left boot.”
Goku looked hard at him. “3-on-2. I bet, uh, Konzen!”
Kenren turned a bit green, and an eye to Konzen. He needed out of this game now. Maybe Konzen would simply hit him, and not kill him. Or something. Winning Konzen, however, was not a good thing at all. It was a bad thing. A very bad thing. “I stay with 1-1, and raise my bet to,” he glanced around the room, gaze landing briefly on Tenpou, and then very quickly continuing on. He really had nothing left. He was going to lose his pants or win Konzen, and either way it was a bad deal. “I’ll bet my pants.”
The look on Goku’s face lit up, and he certainly wasn’t about to raise his bid. He placed his hand over the bowl, counted to three, and lifted.
6
3
3
Tenpou didn’t make a sound, but Kenren could swear he was laughing. Konzen was still standing there, twitching slightly.
Out his pants and a boot. Kenren sighed. “Good call, kid. You want payment now or later?”
“Ten-chan says you should never leave debts unsettled,” Goku replied firmly.
Oh, does he now? Kenren thought, reaching down to untie his boot and push it over to Goku. “We’ll have to go to my quarters for the pants.” Maybe, just maybe, he could get out of this gracefully. Or as gracefully as someone who had just lost their pants to a child in a game of dice could get out of something.
Goku looked at him hard. “Oh. It’s okay. Just give them to Tenpou. I won them for him, anyway.”
Kenren and Konzen both turned sharply to the general, who beneath his completely expressionless face seemed to be masking genuine confusion. “I’m flattered’
“You wanted them so badly last night, so...” Goku trailed off, and looked at Konzen.
“Can we go outside?”
“....”
“It’s boring in here. I’ve been sitting her for hours trying to win Kenren’s pants, and now I have. So I want to go outside. C’mon...” Goku stood up, grabbed Konzen’s hand, and was dragging him out the door, with nothing more than a quick wave goodbye.
“Well...” Kenren began, as the door shut behind them.
“You seem to owe me a pair of pants,” Tenpou said with a grin.
Kenren sighed, and then decided to make the most of it and grinned back. Somehow he doubted Tenpou was going to accept any other pair of pants than the one he was wearing. And, to be fair, he had fallen asleep last night
Re: A second one. Oops. 2/3
“...Big?”
“Yes. The dice. Big. I’ll bet, uh, this,” Goku said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a very nice, gray, rock.
“Ah,” Kenren said, as it slowly dawned on him that Konzen had walked in before they’d called their bets on the last turn. He was still losing horribly. Worse than to Tenpou, actually. But he wasn’t about to give ANYONE his pants. He hadn’t given them to Tenpou and he damn well wasn’t given them to Goku. “1-on-1. My left boot.”
Goku looked hard at him. “3-on-2. I bet, uh, Konzen!”
Kenren turned a bit green, and an eye to Konzen. He needed out of this game now. Maybe Konzen would simply hit him, and not kill him. Or something. Winning Konzen, however, was not a good thing at all. It was a bad thing. A very bad thing. “I stay with 1-1, and raise my bet to,” he glanced around the room, gaze landing briefly on Tenpou, and then very quickly continuing on. He really had nothing left. He was going to lose his pants or win Konzen, and either way it was a bad deal. “I’ll bet my pants.”
The look on Goku’s face lit up, and he certainly wasn’t about to raise his bid. He placed his hand over the bowl, counted to three, and lifted.
6
3
3
Tenpou didn’t make a sound, but Kenren could swear he was laughing. Konzen was still standing there, twitching slightly.
Out his pants and a boot. Kenren sighed. “Good call, kid. You want payment now or later?”
“Ten-chan says you should never leave debts unsettled,” Goku replied firmly.
Oh, does he now? Kenren thought, reaching down to untie his boot and push it over to Goku. “We’ll have to go to my quarters for the pants.” Maybe, just maybe, he could get out of this gracefully. Or as gracefully as someone who had just lost their pants to a child in a game of dice could get out of something.
Goku looked at him hard. “Oh. It’s okay. Just give them to Tenpou. I won them for him, anyway.”
Kenren and Konzen both turned sharply to the general, who beneath his completely expressionless face seemed to be masking genuine confusion. “I’m flattered’
“You wanted them so badly last night, so...” Goku trailed off, and looked at Konzen.
“Can we go outside?”
“....”
“It’s boring in here. I’ve been sitting her for hours trying to win Kenren’s pants, and now I have. So I want to go outside. C’mon...” Goku stood up, grabbed Konzen’s hand, and was dragging him out the door, with nothing more than a quick wave goodbye.
“Well...” Kenren began, as the door shut behind them.
“You seem to owe me a pair of pants,” Tenpou said with a grin.
Kenren sighed, and then decided to make the most of it and grinned back. Somehow he doubted Tenpou was going to accept any other pair of pants than the one he was wearing. And, to be fair, he had fallen asleep last night