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Goku couldn’t settle. Around him everyone was eating and smiling, celebrating Tien’s victory at this Tenkaichi Budokai. Their newest allies were a bit awkward; it was clear that they weren’t used to such carefree company. Chiaotzu ate in small, nipping bites, his head ducked low, while Tien barely touched his food. Krillin had run back to grab Goku’s things which he had foolishly left behind in his rush to get something to eat. Smiling and waving, ensuring some would be saved for him..
Goku had been starving.
He wasn’t starving anymore. He looked with disinterest at the laden table, his tail lashing in agitated curves at the air behind him.
“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” Roshi asked.
“No. I wanna wait for Krillin.” Goku looked towards the door, not recognising the feeling that was roiling his stomach and silencing his usually voracious appetite. “I’m gonna go check on him.”
But Krillin was gone. His body lay in the near-empty foyer of the tournament. As Goku lifted him up, cradling him close, his head lolled loosely on his neck. Goku supposed he should feel sad, but the feeling that swept through his body was pure, unadulterated rage.
They’d murdered Krillin…