>>5711345“No wonder bad guys never sneaked up on Grandpa.” you say to yourself, stamping a foot three quick times, hearing the noise echo down the hall. “You couldn't sneak up on anybody here.”
“I wouldn't be so sure about that.” a man's voice says, you letting out a squeal and spinning around, raising your arms up in surprise. And, standing there is an old man with only one leg. He's got a wooden crutch under his right arm, grinning at you kind of like Grandpa does sometimes. “If you make noise when you step, you make a pretty poor assassin.”
“HAAAAAAA!!” you shout, clenching your fists and focusing on that golden power deep inside, drawing it out again. Golden light explodes from you as you take on Daddy's Super Saiyan power, then hold your arms in the right spots as Daddy does when he gets ready to train against himself. “Wh-Who're you? D-Don't try anything!”
“Right, my voice is more familiar than my face.” he says, taking a hobbling step back. “How about you come with me to the Mess Hall, see if that jogs your memory?”
“Mess Hall...” you repeat, then it comes to you! You know who this old guy is! “Mr. Silver!”
“Heh heh, that's right.” he says, adjusting his grip to lean over, ruffling your hair with his free hand as you grin proudly at how smart you are. “Come on, I need you to taste test something for me.”
“OKAAAAAY!” you exclaim happily, skipping and humming along to your mother's song as you travel with him. But, as you go, you think on what he said. And, sure enough, as he hobbles along, you realize that he's not making any noise. “Hey. How come your feet don't make any noise?”
“So, you noticed? That's because I was trained for a long time.” he replies, which only makes you even more curious.
“Can you teach me to do that?” you ask him, watching his foot and crutch not making noise as he walks along. To which he just laughs, shaking his head.
“No. I'm sorry, but I'm not a teacher.” he tells you, which sounds really sad for some reason. “Not for that.”
“Oh... Okay.” you reply, letting your mood drop a bit. But as the door he stops at opens, suddenly your nose lights up with smells. All sorts of delicious smells hit you all at once, stopping you in place as you drink them in.
“It tastes better than it smells, come on in.” he tells you, to which you snap out of it and rush inside. As the door shuts behind you he starts shouting what sound like names and orders, several “Yes sir”s coming back from behind the counter where all the smells come from. But then Silver turns to you, leaning in and whispering to you. “Want to come back into the kitchen?”
You feel your eyes widen, you'd never been back in the kitchen itself before! This is going to be fun!
“OF COURSE!”