Post by Pagoma on Sept 26, 2022 18:54:49 GMT -5
Pagoma rolled the Gem of Telepathy in his fingers and felt his mind relaxing, drifting away into the Astral Planes. There, he looked around and saw he was on a simple planet with little to look at. Its ground was a brownish red dirt and tall, slowly-sloping hills littered the area. Pagoma turned to his left, sensing that a challenger had appeared nearby.
—
"-and so I started blastin', like, right in his leafy-lettuce face!" Kakarot, along with his bench, a kebab featuring alien meats from Valhalla's wilds, and a towel strewn over his head popped into existence a few meters away from Pagoma.
Kakarot blinked, looking around. "Aw, geeze, I was just gettin' to the best part of the Angry Salad Bowl story!" His eyes landed on Pagoma, and he recalled his last adventures in the Astral Realm. "Oh, crap! Uhh, one sec! Y'caught me right outta the hotspring!"
The Saiyan cleaned off his kebab in a single bite, swallowed, and then tossed his towel aside. As it floated past his barely-robed figure, his black and orange Saiyan armor replaced his modesty.
"Alright, ready! My name's Kakarot. What's yours?"
—
“A Saiyan…” Pagoma said as he saw the disorganized weakling sitting and eating. Saiyans weren’t his favorite and this one didn’t seem particularly battle-seasoned. “The name is Pagoma,” the Changeling warrior said. “Now then, are you ready to be pummeled into a fine paste, or do you have something remarkable to share with me instead?”
—
Kakarot's stomach grumbled loudly, and he blinked. "Er... *Actually...*" Kakrot crossed his arms and scratched his chin in thought. "We *could* have a cook off or an eating contest, if ya want," the Saiyan replied.
—
“Eating… Contest…?” Pagoma repeated out loud. He had never heard of such a stupid thing and was certainly not inclined to dine with a Saiyan. But then, the Changeling’s stomach rumbled quite loudly as well. He threw a mild temper tantrum inside his own head before giving up and asking, “*FINE*. What food do you have here, Saiyan?”
—
"Uhh... Oh, man, I dunno! Last time there were just a whole buncha bento boxes... Let's see..." Kakarot clapped his hands, and the terrain twisted itself into a commercial kitchen, complete with a salamander, dry storage, a walk-in cooler and freezer. Furthermore, one wall was lined by ovens, stoves, a pair of flat top grills, and on either corner, a pair of three compartment sinks. Two cartoonishly proportioned anthromorphic frogs, one red, the other blue, stood at the ready.
"Every food I know should be here. Probably foods you know, too! And these frog guys will assist us with, y'know, whatever! It'll be just like Adamantium Chef! Or, uh... The Great North City Bake Off. Or, hm... The rest of those shows!"
—
The Saiyan clapped his hands and a luxurious kitchen appeared before them. But how was this possible? Had this Saiyan mastered some art unknown to Pagoma to be able to bend the Astral Plane to his will? And if he had, did he really use it on such a simple thing as having nice food? The Saiyan started speaking of things Pagoma had no knowledge of, but he certainly knew he liked food. Though, he had never cooked much. Growing up on Valhalla he was given rations, and when feeding himself on Frieza he kept it simple. Only on rare occasions had he enjoyed cuisines from restaurants and other worlds. But his mouth was certainly watering at the smell of a plethora of foods. “Uhhh… what’s that Bento Box thing you mentioned?”
—
Kakarot had mastered nothing; his *appetite* had. His appetite, an arbitrary thing in the grand scheme, was of a particularly strong fiber; there were those in the far-flung reaches of the multiverse who would consider his hunger its own distinct entity.
Including his hunger.
In response to Pagoma's words, a bento box manifested itself atop a stainless steel platter, held by the red frog which stood beside the Changeling. It presented the box to him. Meanwhile, the blue frog waddled to Kakarot's half of the Astral Kitchen, and began gathering ingredients.
"It's like, y'know, a box full of good stuff! Y'got your veggies, your grains, your proteins, oh! And sometimes y' even get some dessert, too! Pudding's my favorite! Er... Besides muffins. Do muffins count as dessert? Hm..." Kakarot trailed off, and in the background, his blue frog became somewhat erratic, grabbing ingredients that departed heavily from those which it had *been* gathering. Now the components to bake a batch of muffins sat next to frozen fish and mirin. Driven by Kakarot's wandering mind, the blue frog scurried towards an ice cream maker, and then back towards a bottle of barbeque sauce.
—
Pagoma was a little shocked to see what must have been the Bento Box appear in front of him at the mention of it. Clearly, this Saiyan was some kind of food expert. This would suffice enough for Pagoma to not turn him into pudding of the Saiyan variety. He took a look at the Bento Box and dove in, eating a bit from each section without any manners to speak of. Not that he had ever been taught any. “Man… this is pretty good stuff. What else should I try? You said something about a muffin?”
—
Kakarot blinked again, his Appetite's dozen-odd trains of thought crashing together and ending abruptly. "Muffins? Wha- OH! Here, try this!"
The Blue Frog wobbled in the background, its silver platter brimming with a mountain of cubes and cones and cylinders, each in bombastically colored wrapping paper with logos and title-words so inane and brightly colored that they failed to convey meaningful information in the slightest. Kakarot snapped, and the Blue Frog waddled towards him, stray items tumbling down from the mountain of *stuff* and rolling across the floor, only to permanently vanish from the Astral Realm seconds later.
The blue frog paused, stretching out its tongue to reach for one of the lost food-goods. Kakarot waved him off dismissively, saying, "No no, don't worry 'bout it, it's gone forever."
He stepped up to the stove and produced an unbelievably large wok from the Frog's apron pocket. His ingredients set up nearby- pasta, gochujang, pulled chicken, two eggs, and an assorted collection of spices, vegetables, and peppers. He set to work, his hands moving with a practiced diligence.
"I used t' work for this lady named Baba the All-Seer, and she made me cook for like, biiiig parties full've people from all over the place! This dish is called *Ramen!* It'll be extra spicy! 'Cause, uh, I met this Freezer guy once, Fr-... Floss? Crost? Hmmm... Frosty, I think! 'Cause I crashed on this moon his, uh... Assistant? Butler? Idunno. Anyway, I crashed on some moon they must've been vacationing on, and I guess he must've been happy, 'cause his butler said he'd normally," and Kakarot put on a cartoonish imitation of a French accent as he continued, "*'incinerate a pompous ape like yourself for your trespass'*, but instead he just had my Space Pod repaired. 'Course, it crash landed on Angry Salad Planet after that, so that mechanic must've been kinda bad at his job..."
Kakarot trailed off now, focusing wholly on his cooking.
—
Pagoma’s mouth exploded with flavor as he bit into a blueberry muffin. “This is awesome. Minus the stuff on the outside.” He didn’t realize you were supposed to peel the paper off before eating it. Pagoma stuck around to sample the rest of the Saiyan’s cooking, each dish better than the last. When he was finished, his stomach was full and he didn’t feel like moving an inch. “I think I like this Saiyan,” Pagoma remarked to himself. He thanked Kakarot and returned himself to the physical realm, excited to see if he could put into practice any of the cooking tips the Saiyan had taught him.
TWC: 1,320
—
"-and so I started blastin', like, right in his leafy-lettuce face!" Kakarot, along with his bench, a kebab featuring alien meats from Valhalla's wilds, and a towel strewn over his head popped into existence a few meters away from Pagoma.
Kakarot blinked, looking around. "Aw, geeze, I was just gettin' to the best part of the Angry Salad Bowl story!" His eyes landed on Pagoma, and he recalled his last adventures in the Astral Realm. "Oh, crap! Uhh, one sec! Y'caught me right outta the hotspring!"
The Saiyan cleaned off his kebab in a single bite, swallowed, and then tossed his towel aside. As it floated past his barely-robed figure, his black and orange Saiyan armor replaced his modesty.
"Alright, ready! My name's Kakarot. What's yours?"
—
“A Saiyan…” Pagoma said as he saw the disorganized weakling sitting and eating. Saiyans weren’t his favorite and this one didn’t seem particularly battle-seasoned. “The name is Pagoma,” the Changeling warrior said. “Now then, are you ready to be pummeled into a fine paste, or do you have something remarkable to share with me instead?”
—
Kakarot's stomach grumbled loudly, and he blinked. "Er... *Actually...*" Kakrot crossed his arms and scratched his chin in thought. "We *could* have a cook off or an eating contest, if ya want," the Saiyan replied.
—
“Eating… Contest…?” Pagoma repeated out loud. He had never heard of such a stupid thing and was certainly not inclined to dine with a Saiyan. But then, the Changeling’s stomach rumbled quite loudly as well. He threw a mild temper tantrum inside his own head before giving up and asking, “*FINE*. What food do you have here, Saiyan?”
—
"Uhh... Oh, man, I dunno! Last time there were just a whole buncha bento boxes... Let's see..." Kakarot clapped his hands, and the terrain twisted itself into a commercial kitchen, complete with a salamander, dry storage, a walk-in cooler and freezer. Furthermore, one wall was lined by ovens, stoves, a pair of flat top grills, and on either corner, a pair of three compartment sinks. Two cartoonishly proportioned anthromorphic frogs, one red, the other blue, stood at the ready.
"Every food I know should be here. Probably foods you know, too! And these frog guys will assist us with, y'know, whatever! It'll be just like Adamantium Chef! Or, uh... The Great North City Bake Off. Or, hm... The rest of those shows!"
—
The Saiyan clapped his hands and a luxurious kitchen appeared before them. But how was this possible? Had this Saiyan mastered some art unknown to Pagoma to be able to bend the Astral Plane to his will? And if he had, did he really use it on such a simple thing as having nice food? The Saiyan started speaking of things Pagoma had no knowledge of, but he certainly knew he liked food. Though, he had never cooked much. Growing up on Valhalla he was given rations, and when feeding himself on Frieza he kept it simple. Only on rare occasions had he enjoyed cuisines from restaurants and other worlds. But his mouth was certainly watering at the smell of a plethora of foods. “Uhhh… what’s that Bento Box thing you mentioned?”
—
Kakarot had mastered nothing; his *appetite* had. His appetite, an arbitrary thing in the grand scheme, was of a particularly strong fiber; there were those in the far-flung reaches of the multiverse who would consider his hunger its own distinct entity.
Including his hunger.
In response to Pagoma's words, a bento box manifested itself atop a stainless steel platter, held by the red frog which stood beside the Changeling. It presented the box to him. Meanwhile, the blue frog waddled to Kakarot's half of the Astral Kitchen, and began gathering ingredients.
"It's like, y'know, a box full of good stuff! Y'got your veggies, your grains, your proteins, oh! And sometimes y' even get some dessert, too! Pudding's my favorite! Er... Besides muffins. Do muffins count as dessert? Hm..." Kakarot trailed off, and in the background, his blue frog became somewhat erratic, grabbing ingredients that departed heavily from those which it had *been* gathering. Now the components to bake a batch of muffins sat next to frozen fish and mirin. Driven by Kakarot's wandering mind, the blue frog scurried towards an ice cream maker, and then back towards a bottle of barbeque sauce.
—
Pagoma was a little shocked to see what must have been the Bento Box appear in front of him at the mention of it. Clearly, this Saiyan was some kind of food expert. This would suffice enough for Pagoma to not turn him into pudding of the Saiyan variety. He took a look at the Bento Box and dove in, eating a bit from each section without any manners to speak of. Not that he had ever been taught any. “Man… this is pretty good stuff. What else should I try? You said something about a muffin?”
—
Kakarot blinked again, his Appetite's dozen-odd trains of thought crashing together and ending abruptly. "Muffins? Wha- OH! Here, try this!"
The Blue Frog wobbled in the background, its silver platter brimming with a mountain of cubes and cones and cylinders, each in bombastically colored wrapping paper with logos and title-words so inane and brightly colored that they failed to convey meaningful information in the slightest. Kakarot snapped, and the Blue Frog waddled towards him, stray items tumbling down from the mountain of *stuff* and rolling across the floor, only to permanently vanish from the Astral Realm seconds later.
The blue frog paused, stretching out its tongue to reach for one of the lost food-goods. Kakarot waved him off dismissively, saying, "No no, don't worry 'bout it, it's gone forever."
He stepped up to the stove and produced an unbelievably large wok from the Frog's apron pocket. His ingredients set up nearby- pasta, gochujang, pulled chicken, two eggs, and an assorted collection of spices, vegetables, and peppers. He set to work, his hands moving with a practiced diligence.
"I used t' work for this lady named Baba the All-Seer, and she made me cook for like, biiiig parties full've people from all over the place! This dish is called *Ramen!* It'll be extra spicy! 'Cause, uh, I met this Freezer guy once, Fr-... Floss? Crost? Hmmm... Frosty, I think! 'Cause I crashed on this moon his, uh... Assistant? Butler? Idunno. Anyway, I crashed on some moon they must've been vacationing on, and I guess he must've been happy, 'cause his butler said he'd normally," and Kakarot put on a cartoonish imitation of a French accent as he continued, "*'incinerate a pompous ape like yourself for your trespass'*, but instead he just had my Space Pod repaired. 'Course, it crash landed on Angry Salad Planet after that, so that mechanic must've been kinda bad at his job..."
Kakarot trailed off now, focusing wholly on his cooking.
—
Pagoma’s mouth exploded with flavor as he bit into a blueberry muffin. “This is awesome. Minus the stuff on the outside.” He didn’t realize you were supposed to peel the paper off before eating it. Pagoma stuck around to sample the rest of the Saiyan’s cooking, each dish better than the last. When he was finished, his stomach was full and he didn’t feel like moving an inch. “I think I like this Saiyan,” Pagoma remarked to himself. He thanked Kakarot and returned himself to the physical realm, excited to see if he could put into practice any of the cooking tips the Saiyan had taught him.
TWC: 1,320