The Flavor of the Bean

The Flavor of the Bean

It’s crunchy, and bitter. Why did he shove this in my mouth? This sucks. I’m stuck here, shot to heaven’s gates, and Krillin’s big plan to help me is stick food in my mouth and jostle my jaw as if to make me chew and swallow. Really, come on.

Now its mushy and . . .UUHH . . .what being created this horrible thing? It tastes like vinegar and olive oil thrown together with tofu in a none to complete way. I spit it out, but he shoves it back in. My body is shaking with the wounds dealt. Don’t they think about hospitals in this time? Why am I here, trying to save these idiots who stick beans in your mouth when your sitting on your death bed. I CAN BE SAVED! Send me to a doctor, and I’m sure whatever internal bleeding can be corrected, that delightful collapsed right lung, the tiny rib protruding my side, and that non-dilating eye can certainly be over looked.

But NO. They are sticking a (now its just completely unbearable, I try to swallow to get rid of it at least) bean that tastes like cow manure through my broken jaw, between my missing teeth, down my throat and . . .

oh, Kame, it’s stuck.

It’s stuck in my throat.

I’m coughing violently to expel it.

Send me back! I scream in my mind. Send me back to my time, away from you crazy Z-men and your freakin’ beans!

I’m coughing harder. Up comes the mush in my mouth and the wonderfully tasteful stomach acid mixed with a blood and cereal cocktail.

Krillin, let go of my mouth and let me throw up right on your shoes. Come on, one shot is all I need and– the mix is back down again. Bean remnants are spread all over my mouth trailing in this morning’s cheerios. I hate you.

“Did you eat it, Trunks?” He asks so innocently. I’d like to shove one of these vinegar bombs down his gullet and tie him to a tree in the middle of android territory in my time and watch him beg me for a hospital and . . .

Hey, I’m starting to feel pretty good.

Wait, I’m starting to feel pretty darn good.

I can breathe again, that’s a plus. My rib snaps back into place. What a feeling that is! My stomach feels a bit calmer. I open my eyes and stare at the little traitor before me. “What was that?”

“A sensu bean. They help you get better.”

My stomach turns as I try to stand and HA! There goes Krillin’s fancy shoes. Serves the guy right not telling me all that first. Another pass out and extra sensu bean struggle later, I’m feeling right as rain. Good enough at least to get chewed out by my father and fly half a thousand miles to check on the well being of Goku, the lazy slob that didn’t half to fight the sensu battle, this time.