Zaber

Zaber (Redone)

Don't own Kung Fu Panda

The kicks and groans echoed from the Training Hall, and all of them sounded male, young, and panda in nature.

Po's training mess-up landed him face first, rear up into the ground. The pain on his cheek felt like tiny needle pricks. The old red panda looked at the downed bear and shook his head with a sigh, "That's enough. I think we can retire for today." Po rubbed his head as Monkey helped him up.

"What's the matter, Po? You seem like you're off your edge, more than usual. I'll be honest, there are times I wonder if you're actually trying," Tigress smirked.

"Tigress," Viper scolded, "He just tripped. A simple mistake. No need to beat him over the head with it."

"Oh, he already did that himself," Monkey snickered.

"Ha ha, Monkey," Crane remarked.

"It's okay guys. I...guess... I was just distracted by," Po slowly said. He looked out the doors, looking east, to the blue sky as if he were gazing at the sunrise. It was about 4:00 p.m., but his stare never wavered from that eastward look. Then his belly growled. "Well, I'm starving!" The others groaned. In the kitchen, Po gulped down his bean buns without breaking for air.

"Do you ever get tired of eating that much?" Mantis asked.

"Not really," Po replied.

"I guess you had some practice when you were a child. You'd definitely fit the title of a 'growing boy'." Tigress added. Everyone laughed as Po chuckled... sadly. "What's wrong, Po? You're quiet."

"It's... I was just wondering if I can get some sticky tofu! Yeah, I hear it tastes good. Hehe." Tigress's stern eye slowly left him alone.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ping attended the noodle shop when a sudden scream made him look up from his onion chopping. Wolf bandits stomped into the shop, curved swords out, and horribly grinned as they ordered civilians about. Mr. Ping sighed. Just another Tuesday. Cleaning his steak knife, Mr. Ping calmly walked over. One of the wolves grabbed his collar, saying, "Give us your loot."

"All the money is in the right drawer underneath the stove," Mr. Ping said placidly. Most of the money was already in the bank, but this was his 'in case thieves came' money. Po would get the money back anyway. Two of the wolves went into the kitchen. One of them stumbled upon a loose stone in the floor. He picked it up and pulled out a unique, well-wrapped katana. Its case was black and white with a weird inscription. The wolf tilted his head. Wasn't that Japanese?

"Hey boss, look what we found," He said. Mr. Ping saw the katana. His eyes widened, and he breathed heavy pants as he quaked loudly,

"PUT THAT DOWN!" Mr. Ping jumped out of the boss wolf's grip. He threw his steak knife at the wolf holding the katana. Knocking and pinning the wolf back to the wall, Mr. Ping got to the kitchen where he opened his knife cabinet. He flipped over the cooking counter, threw the knives, and pinned all the wolves to the walls. All the customers ran for cover. No one had seen the goose like this. Carefully, Mr. Ping picked up the katana and dusted the dirt off. Then he walked to the pinned wolves and pulled the knives out of the wall. "Never come here again. Got it?!" The wolves nodded and scampered out of the shop. Sitting down, Mr. Ping twirled around a knife in his hand, waiting for Po to come. He glanced a the katana, sighing, "I really hope he doesn't get upset about this."

Zeng came rushing into the barracks' kitchen, out of breath as usual. "Dragon Warrior, your father was just robbed by wolf bandits," he panted.

"What's new?" Tigress grumbled.

"Tigress, don't you think that's enough?" Crane said, "This is his father we're talking about."

"Considering that Mr. Ping gets robbed so oftenn, I think he needs to reconsider making food, or, at least, being related to the Dragon Warrior."