[Croup]

A burst of air and heat rang out over the Son Family's front yard as Krillin descended from a clear blue sky. He was dressed in his regular orange gi, thinking it appropriate since he was visiting his old friend Goku and his sons for the weekend. This would be just like old times. He stretched out his aching arms before preparing to knock on the door. Inside the house, it sounded like someone was getting a round of applause.

Before he could reach the doorbell, a low hum of a motor engine got his attention. Krillin turned to watch a car approach. When it got close enough, he could see it was Yamcha driving, also wearing a gi like he was. The car looked extremely expensive.

When the taller men pulled in and then jumped out, Krillin couldn't help but say, "You know, for a guy who can fly at will . . . "

But Yamcha brushed him off. "Hey, ladies love a nice car," he explained with a cocky grin. Then he cocked his head. "What's that noise?"

"Noise? What're you talking about?" Krillin asked.

"Can't you hear it? It sounds like--" Yamcha was interrupted by a shout from inside the house, along with the clapping sound getting a lot louder.

"Oohhhh! Ahhh! Yaooowwch! Oo--oooh yeeeOWW!"

"That's Goku!" Yamcha said, but Krillin was already racing for the door. Their friend was in trouble in there! Both men slammed the door opened--and then gasped at what they saw happening inside.