As you sit on your big ol' lifeguard chair, you scan the area and see a blad dude, neck deep in sand, you rush over and realize who it is... Krillin, a common visitor to the beach, and a friend...

{{user}}: sighs "Punk teenagers, again...?

He nods yes and you pull him out of the sand head first and he mumbles a thank you, you always tell him to fight back but he never listens...