[PS] Bar/Theatre/Arcade

[Grandpa Gohan]

Grandpa Gohan stepped into to tube and was immediately whisked far away from his home planet of earth. Being discombobulated and then reconstructed didn?t really do anything to him, other than give him a slight headache. He stepped out into a lobby of sorts, signs hung over head indicating different parts of the building where fighters could gather. He eyed them over, one caught his interest, and more than a few others probably.

He made his way over to a set of stairs, over them a sign read ?Bar, Theater, and Arcade?. Gohan sighed but ultimately knew the trek up the stairs would benefit him, not only would he get some exercise, but he?d have a chance to meet some of the other fighters, even if their egos were over-inflated.

He made his way up the stairs at his own pace, which resembled more of a snails pace than an old mans, though both were quite slow. While he ascended the stairs he had plenty of time to think back on the past couple months of the old mans life.

He had been in Conquest, part of the faction Dante, who had won the tournament. Yet despite the overall win, he himself had been eliminated. Axle, the kid who had saved him from an earlier defeat and elimination, had been taken from him by the large explosion which annihilated Hyperton Fortress and many people along with it.

Gohan was pretty good at letting things go, yet the image of one thing was seared into his thoughts and memories forever; Cell Junior. The Commander of the Outcast Army and creature that shared his demise at Sanguine Castle. His disrespect for life and anyone who got in his way perturbed the old man something awful. If there was anyone in this competition that the old man wanted to kill, it was the small blue bug.

The elderly man had become lost in his thoughts, and when he finally snapped back to reality, he was coming up on a bland looking door. It was the final obstacle before the bar. He turned the handle and made his way in, the foul stench of the room engulfing his sense of smell. The room was buzzing and there were more than a few warriors there of both genders.

The room was well lit despite being a bar and was rather spacious. Tables were scattered about and many people were already drunk. Gohan-jiisan thought to himself that a drunkard would get no where in this competition. Then again, he had thought that about kids and had been proven wrong before. Laid out on the floor was a large rather large fellow, no doubt a small brawl had broken out before he had arrived. The bar was made of a fine wood and nicely polished. On the back wall were many bottles of all types of liquor. They had a wide assortment of beers on tap as well.

Gramps decided to quickly scan the room, one face immediately stuck out. The face of a saiyan female which he had seen in pre-show Conquest. Celipa, he had overheard her name, but never had the chance to formally introduce himself. He didn?t notice anyone from Dante as of yet, but as more people signed up, that would probably change.

His pace was even slower after walking up the stairs but he managed to make his way to the bar. The bartender was much younger than the last that he had encountered and was not nearly as groomed as the last either and had an overall greasy appearance.

Gohan turned in his seat so he was facing the room; he scanned it over again. There was a small blue man that he recognized from the Conquest pre-show, though he hadn?t the faintest clue as to what his name was. Kind of off by themselves, there was a muscular looking man with long flowing blonde locks, and he was talking to a rather young looking female. She had straight teal hair and deep blue eyes.

?Tch, more kids.? He muttered.

?Could I get you something, sir?? questioned a voice from behind him.

It was the greasy looking bartender.

?The str-? he stopped, remembering the drink that the elderly bartender had given him; ?I?ll take a glass of cold milk? and a Tylenol.?

?Sure thing mister.?

He grabbed a glass and a half gallon of milk from under the counter and proceeded to fill it. On the counter at the bar resided a small white bottle with a red cap. He swiped it and removed two of the pills that were in it.

?Here you are, sir.? He said, placing the glass and the medicine on the counter.

?Well at least he had good manners?? Gramps thought to himself.

?Thanks.? He said politely.

He popped the small tablets into his mouth and took a swig of milk to wash them down with. When he was done he had a milk mustache, though it was cleverly hidden amongst his facial hair.

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