Ramblings of a King and his cohorts.

Baking a cake, that’s a simple treat! Bandana Dee was always up for it, and teaching Kirby wouldn’t hurt either.

Kirby put the eggs in the bowl, and put the mixer in.

…

… and he punches the mixer.

“How on earth did you get rice on the ceiling?”

“Is that an eggshell?”

“Did you even cook this pasta?”

“For your own health you should cook dinner”

“Last time I cooked I set the fridge on fire”

“How much sugar did you put in this?”

“Wait you’re supposed to stir it first?”

“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?”

“The icing will cover the mistakes”

“Did you buy this instead of cooking?”

“Can you taste the eggshells?”

“Oh that’s what beating eggs means”

“Don’t flip the pancakes, please”

Many thoughts ran through the Majin’s head. This was a new face. Who was this person? Are they an alien? Are they a threat? They didn’t seem like a threat, but then again, neither would Goku at first glance. Was he evil? No mark of Bibidi on him, so he’s not THAT evil.

But the one thing that burned in his mind more than anything else?

How far can he kick it? He began winding up a kick, before he caught a glance of Hercule.

Hm… no. Not today. Didn’t need to upset the guy. Instead, he just sorta… put a fist on his head and bonked it. Head… pats? Well, it was more like a head bonk.

“My father gave me the name “Red” because the color red stands for warmth and fire, and he wanted me to become a man with warmth and fire in his heart. That’s why I decided, my first pokemon should be the fire type, befitting my name.”