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Day 2: Barbershop
Krillin let the soft sounds of Timo's Barbershop waft over him as he relaxed, eyes shut, in the chair. It was Tuesday, not his usual time to get his head shaved, but he had to work overtime at the precinct and Timo had always been good about moving reservations. The air smelled of aftershave and gentle disinfectant, and there was soft jazz playing over the radio. He breathed deeply, enjoying his weekly ritual. The bell above the door tinkled, announcing a new arrival.
“Krillin.”
A warm baritone pronounced his name in greeting, and his eyes snapped open.
“Tien?” Krillin asked, surprised.
“I’ve never seen you in Timo's before.” Tien said. “First time?”
“No, I’m a regular. Overtime this week, had to move my appointment.”
“Tien!” Timo called out, “Come in, sit down! The usual?”
“That would be great, thank you.” Tien replied.
He sat in the chair next to Krillin.
“It’s good to see you, Krillin.” Tien said.
“You too!” Krillin replied. “I know everyone has been busy lately. Small world, running into each other like this.”
“Not so small, I’d say. Timo is the best at what he does.”
“I heard that, you charmer!” Timo called from the opposite side of the shop, “be with you boys in a few moments.”
The pleasant silence resumed, and Krillin closed his eyes once more as Timo bustled over, finished with his other client.
He breathed deeply, savouring the luxurious scent as Timo applied his favourite shaving cream to his scalp; notes of orange, spice, and oak tingled his nostrils. The straight razor went to work and he slid into a trance, enjoying the soft metallic sounds and the cleansing sensation. The bell interrupted his reverie once more, and he cracked one eye to look at the door.
Walking carefully through the door, a look of aloof disdain etched across his face, was Vegeta. Behind him bounced a young Trunks, babbling excitedly to his father.
“…so then Brian bet there was NO way that I could eat TWO fistfuls of worms so I ate THREE and I didn’t even puke but then HE puked and then…”
“Mr. Vegeta!” Timo called. “so nice to see you! And hello Trunks, would you like a lolli?”
Trunks took the sweet and set to work on it, falling as silent as his father.
Krillin and Tien exchanged a glance and a raised pair of eyebrows, but said nothing.
What is HE doing here? He’s always talking about how Saiyan hair never needs to be cut. Krillin looked around for Bulma, or an enemy, or any reason to explain the Saiyan Prince's presence.
“The usual, Mr. Vegeta?” Timo asked brightly.
Vegeta gave a grunt of approval. He refused to acknowledge Tien and Krillin, but Trunks finally noticed them, and piped up.
“Hey Tien! Hey Krillin!”
The young half-Saiyan bounded up between them, his broad, genuinely pleased grin a mirror to his mothers.
“Hey kiddo.” Krillin said, giving him a fist bump.
“Hey Trunks.” Tien said, showing a rare smile.
“Why are you guys here?”
“Well, I get my head shaved once a week. It’s nice, kind of relaxing yaknow?” Krillin said.
“Huh.”
He looked over at Tien, who gestured in agreement. Trunks thought for a few moments.
“I thought you guys were just bald.”