Just like old times! [King Kai!!]

"Wow, King Kai, you're a lot smaller than I thought you'd be! And a monkey!" Son said in a hushed tone, not wanting to offend the King. Sweat had begun to bead the male's brow, as he spoke. The gravity of the planet was starting to make him hot. His body remained erect and standing, but that didn't change the fact that there was something different from home about King Kai's planet. Pulling and tugging on his blue undershirt, Son aired his neck out to gain at least some kind of cool feeling. "A joke? Okay, if it get's this monkey business outta the way, I gotta joke for ya!" Brushing his index finger along his nose and giving a wink to Bubbles, Son grinned confidently. "What do ya call a Paozusaur whose blind? Do-you-think-he-saur-us! Or, my doc said I have Type-A blood, but I think it was a Type-O!" Son began to nudge the Kai with his elbow to drive home just how ready he was. "Where do ya find giant snails? On the end of King Yemma's fingers!"

"Nice..!" Son smiled coyly, bringing his fist to his side and looking quite triumphant and pleased with himself. The sweat along his brow remained, however. Apparently remaining at the same area and dissipating on it's own. Surely he'd get used to the gravitational force boasted by King Kai's planet. Not right away, but soon enough. He was definitely confident that the amount of time it would take to be used to the gravity would not be equal to that of the amount of time consumed in order to finally reach King Kai's home. Never again. Folding one arm over the other, Son Gouken kept his smile. Swallowing some saliva and tilting his head a few degrees. "Sweet! So, what's the first challenge King Kai? Do I gotta wrestle somethin', push ups, catch the monkey?" He questioned, rapid firing basically. His excitement only to be quenched by training.

"I knew it!" Son snapped his fingers. Nodding to King Kai and seeing him to his house. Where he'd watch the game unfold. Cracking his knuckles, the youngster looked at his 'mouse'. The game, or training, at hand was basically a game of cat and mouse. Lucky for him, Gouken was already strong enough to where he could adapt fairly swiftly to his surrounding without problem. Lurching forward, Gouken wriggled his fingers a little to get himself ready to catch this monkey. "Okay, Bubbles. Three! Two! One! Go..!" He grunted. His hunter's mindset coming into play as soon as the flag was metaphorically raised. Taking a few paces forward, wanting to urge Bubbles into running away. Had his plan come into fruition, and the Kai's pet monkey did as he hoped, Son would immediately take off in the OPPOSITE direction! What a twist! Charging in the opposite direction, Gouken's plan was to fake the monkey out.

By running south from where Bubbles had hopefully ran north, Gouken would make an effort to take the skies. Hoping to get an aerial advantage over Bubbles. Worthy of noting, though, was that flying alone sort put a strain on the Saiyajin's body. So his attempt at flight was short lived and set on afterburner. Only to be used once he actually got close to the monkey. When he did have a window to close in on Bubbles, then he would dash into the primate in hopes of holding him in arm!

"E-eh..heh.." Son just sort of chuckled at himself sheepishly. Standing before Bubbles still after getting back up. Narrowing his eyes, Son had attempted the stomp tactic again. Hoping to feint Bubbles out, but n1ot feint him at the same time! The trick being, if Bubbles was as experienced as he apparently was, he wouldnt fall for the upcoming trick! And that trick, was simply Gouken stomping and hoping that Bubbles would remain in place before lunging into him immediately after the step. The reason he believed this would work was simple, if Bubbles didn't expect anything fantastic or smart, he would remain in place! And if he remained in place, Gouken could scoop him right up! Simple!

"Okay, that's it!" Son growled now, ready to start the actual chase. He was confident in his own speed and wagered that if he actually tried his best, he could capture this thing with one hand his eyes closed. Charging his Ki, he seemed to explode with determination. His ki sparked off of his body brilliantly and his hair seemed to raise a little, or at least the couple of bangs on his head spiked further. Within his FSS form, the male smiled wide and began the game of cat and mouse with Bubbles. Taking off forward and lunging into the monkey with ferocious will burning through his muscle. Remaining crouched with his hand out and grasping every so often. He aimed for his speed to be either greater or equal to that of the primates. And the only way for him to test that theory out was to actually chase him; Which he was doing! Bubbles was gonna get caught now, no ifs, ands or buts!!

"Darn it!" Son swore, missing Bubbles and failing to capture him. He could have sworn that he nabbed him, but no cigar! If anything, the young man's fingers simply grazed the monkey's hairs. That gravity was messing him up, too. Plenty of factors and handicaps that had to be beaten in the span of training time! No sweat, Son Gouken as the descendant of Son Goku after all. It'd be his turn to become amazing too, one day. Maybe not today, or tomorrow. But, someday. For sure. Hunching over and capturing his breath, Son looked to the arrived King Kai. Sweat dribbling down his brow and chin alike. Speaking in breaths, Gouken nodded. "Almost..! The gravity around here is tough, King Kai! No wonder the little guy is so quick on his f-feet! Phew!" Son said, trudging by Kaio-sama's home. Entering, but paying respects by kneeling and bowing before the door. Making his way into the kitchen and literally filling his arms (and cheeks) with all kinds of foods, it was a wonder how King Kai survived training his grandpop.

With a full mouth, Gouken spoke to the Kaioshin. Questioning what it was like to train his ancestors and how he dealt with all the bad guys from the past millenniums. Like a child in a candy store, or a lion in a butchers shop, the questions were endless and apparently, so was Son's appetite. He was practically getting ready for the next few days of training!