Roshi's Hypno Flute

The sun was shining as it always was over the lone island.  The waves gently rolled onto the shore, only to return back to the ocean and repeat the process.  The day was so warm you could easily drift off to sleep within moments.  It was just another peaceful day at the Kame House.  Well... almost peaceful.

"ROSHI, YOU SICK OLD MAN!" Bulma screamed, vase in hand.

"Wait, you've got it all wrong," Roshi explained. "You told me your clothes were getting worn out, so I got you some new ones!"

"You brought me lingerie, you pervert!" Bulma retaliated.  She threw the vase, nearly hitting him in the head.  "I look like a Playboy Bunny in this stuff!"

"Well, if you don't like it, I can easily help you out it it," Roshi grinned.

The next thing Roshi knew, he was falling to the ground after being hit with an uppercut through the ceiling.

"Oof!  Last time I do a woman a favor out of the goodness of my heart," Roshi muttered.  "I swear, her, Launch and 18 all have something against me.  I don't know why I let them stay here."  He sighed.  "I suppose I'll have to fix that roof later.  But what to do now?"

"HELP!  SOME ONE GET THIS THING AWAY FROM ME!"

Roshi looked around to see where the mysterious voice came from.  He noticed a small man in ratty clothes swimming for his life about 50 feet offshore, trying to escape a crocodile with sunglasses.  "I can't keep this up all day!  Somebody help!"

"Hold on there, fella!" Roshi shouted. "I'll get that handbag away from ya and get you on shore!"

Roshi took a deep breath and cleared his mind.  He struck a stance, bringing his hands to his side.  "Gotta time this just right... Ka... me... ha... me... HA!"

Releasing the wave of energy, it roared across the water.  In only a few seconds, the beam traveled to its destination and blasted the killer croc away.  The impact also caused a wave to wash the small man onto the shore.

"Hehehe~," Roshi cackled.  "I've still got it, baby!  Anyway, you okay, bud--GAK!"

"OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" The small man said, hugging Roshi so tight he nearly crushed his ribs.  Realizing what he was doing, he released the Turtle Hermit, a bit embarrassed.  "Oops, sorry about that!  I was so relieved to be alive, I almost killed the person who saved me!"

"Eh, don't worry about it, sir." Roshi said forgivingly.  "So, what brings you out here, pal?"

"Oh, well allow me to introduce myself," the small man chuckled. "My name is Hamelin.  I was getting a little exercise on the mainland when I got caught in a rip current and floated out to sea.  I'd been swimming from that crocodile for about 45 minutes before you helped.  Oh, hang on a sec."

Hamelin began to dig into a bag strapped over his shoulder.  "No... That's not it... Why do I even still have that?... A-ha!  Here sir, I'd like you to have this as a token of my gratitude."

Roshi took the object. "Hm?  It's some sort of flute?"  Roshi questioned.

"Yes, but this is no ordinary flute," Hamelin quipped. "This flute was made by craftsmen in my village.  It's melodies have mystical powers over those who hear it, while leaving the performer completely normal.  I've had this as a backup to my flute for years, but I trust you to handle it with care."

"Hmmm... a mystical flute?  Sounds a bit absurd," the Turtle Hermit thought. "But then again, that's what most people would say about the Dragon Balls."

"Thanks again, sir!  Now, I must take my leave." Hamelin pulled out a ball the size of a marble and threw it onto the ground.  In only a few seconds, a puff of smoke arose and vanished, taking Hamelin along with it.

"Well, that was impressive," Roshi said, amazed.  His gaze went back to the flute.  He decided it wouldn't hurt to play for a little.  He pressed his lips to the mouthpiece and began to play a sweet melody.

Meanwhile, Bulma was still venting after her encounter a few minutes prior.  "That jerk!  I swear one of these days that geezer's gonna get what's coming to him.  I oughta... huh?"

Bulma began to hear the most beautiful tune she'd ever heard.  She began to relax, and her eyes went blank.  "So pretty... I... I must... find... master..."

After a few minutes of playing, Roshi put the flute down.  "Who would have thought I'd remember how to play this after years of isolation?  Oh well, I'd better get to that roof.  It's not gonna fix itself, ya k--"

"Don't stop playing, Master!" A group of voices begged.

Roshi turned around, curious, and nearly had a heart attack.  Bulma, 18 and Launch were standing there, all wearing a sultry bunny costume like what Roshi had tried to "help" Bulma out of earlier.  "Please... Master... don't stop," they pleaded.

Roshi looked at the flute, realizing the amazing power he held.  He began to grin.  "Well, I don't want to keep you ladies disappointed!"  He began to play the flute once more, which brought the three women to his side.  They began to crowd and cuddle around him, giving their complete attention to Master Roshi's wondrous music.

"If I ever see that Hamelin guy again, I'll have to thank him," Roshi thought to himself.  "Thank him for making my life a paradise. Heh heh heeeeeeh!"