Happy New Year everyone! =D Well, day after, actually... Anyway, I'll be starting this drabble collection out with the two requests I got from mah readers, starting with Frankokomando's, who you can thank for inspiring me to start this drabble collection simply by suggesting a Roshi & Krillin chapter. (Who's not really father and son, but close enough.) This one's for you! (I'm sorry it's short!)

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

A wave of Ki shot forth from Krillin's palms and ripped through the ocean's waters, creating huge walls parallel to each other. Taking a step back, he wiped the sweat off his brow and let out a relaxed sigh. Morning training could be quite taxing on the body, but felt good in the end. Before moving on to physical exercises, he took a moment to admire the wispy clouds that decorated the aqua sky.

"You know, Master Roshi, you should set those magazines down once in a while and just look at all this," he suggested.

"I see it every day," Roshi replied, not taking his eyes off his read for a second.

Krillin shook his head with an expression that said 'oh brother.' "Suit yourself," he said. "But you don't know what you're missing!"

Roshi shooed Krillin away with his hand. "Go finish your training."

Krillin turned away to do as he was told, until something came to his mind. "While we're on that subject, when was the last time you trained?"

"Th- The last time?" Roshi stumbled over his words a bit. "Not long ago..."

"You don't even remember," Krillin said.

Roshi slowly lowered his magazine away from his now slightly nervous face, then suddenly leaped from his beach chair. "Who asked you!?" he pointed his index in defense.

Krillin folded his arms and smirked.

"Stop that!" Roshi demanded.

Krillin continued to stand there, while resisting the sudden urge to yell 'slacker' at his master. "You better watch out," he said. "or I'm gonna end up passing you!"

"Boy, do you know who I am?" Roshi said. "I've been fighting since before your great grandpa's great, great grandpa was even born!"

Krillin tried his best to contain it, but it didn't take him long to burst into laughter-- a light-hearted one. "If only he knew who was stronger," he gave a subtle hint.

Roshi jumped off his seat and on to the smooth sand, then held his hand out in a gesturing way. "Let's go then," He didn't bother to ask if that was a challenge; the hint was quite obvious.

"Ready when you are!" Krillin got into position, raring to go.

The fighters stared intently at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Roshi let go of his stance and stood up straight. "Later though. My show is coming on."

Krillin stared at him blankly, his jaw hanging wide open. "A-Alright... I'll just...finish my training..."

"You go ahead and do that," Roshi hollered, while tossing open the screen door to go inside. As h made his way to the TV, he stopped for a second, deep in thought over what Krillin said about surpassing him just moments ago. "I could train non-stop, day and night, and I still wouldn't be able to keep up with you," he thought aloud, while looking out the window to see his former student hard at work, then smiled. "I'm proud of you, Krillin."

Again, I'm sorry it was so short. DX This is what turned up when I started writing it... But I hope it was still enjoyable! I'll have your request done next, J.W. Appel. ;)

And thank you, KidGoku13, for helping me with the fic's name! (I had a lot of trouble with that. =.=)