A/N: I had mentioned earlier that I had scrapped away many miscellaneous ideas for another Bouncer fic for quite a number of years. Originally, yes, it was supposed to be a trilogy, but ever since I saw Clement's LP as well as getting jealousy of Fanfictiondreamer's progress and popularity on her Kim Possible/Ratchet & Clank fics, I wanted to expand The Bouncer a tad more. Yes, it'll still be within the Dragon Ball universe cause...why not. They continued with Super, so I might as well continue with the Yakuza saga. Trust me, you'll see why soon enough.
I always wanted a Bouncer sequel, so I might as well create this story from scratch; with little to no relevance to the game whatsoever. So without further delay, let's get on with the show!
This began when Sion Barzahd was training at an open field. His usual Dog Street hoodie was colored black with white lining. His undershirt was a bright red with the usual canine icon his former home is known for. His pants, similar to chaps, were colored black on the outside, and the same red shading on the inside, lined with silver-white edging. The pants featured red pockets with chains hanging over them. His gloves were colored black with yellow lines running around them. He also wore the usual red socks matching his black sneakers, and still wore the thick, black dog collar with a thick, long Dog Street chain hanging from it.
The weather was bright and balmy during a fine afternoon, and his love, Dominique Cross, as well as his master, Wong Leung, were with him. Actually, the octogenarian was standing at the sidelines, while the android was in the middle of the field; believe it or not, she was actually sparring with the young bouncer as well as moving in sync as he shown her his moves! Her reflexes were sharp as she blocked, countered and moved, almost mimicking Sion's actions and swiftness. She was quite fortunate that her personal coach, Android 18, was able to teach her how to defend herself both offensively and defensively. And she accepted the fact that she wasn't alone on living as an android instead of being a recluse. Although she wasn't as endurable as Sion, she made up for it in outstanding agility and strength.
She jumped up and slammed her fists down on Sion's fists as he was covering his face. The impact created a sharp pang through his unfortunate arms as he grimaced. 18 did keep on reprimanding her that she must hold back her prowess a little if she'd ever spar with humans, in order to prevent some serious injury concerning she was half metal.
"Ok, you two, that's enough." Wong walked up to the pair and separated them, hardly showing a smile beneath his heavy beard as white as snow.
Despite his achiness, Sion wiped some thick sweat with his black gloves, and they were both panting from their workout. He gave her a handshake, saying she did great. They walked together up the hill and toward their residence, a lone, blanch, two-story colonial; it was Sion's and Wong's home, until the disciple decided to move away from Dog Street and invited Dominique along.
"Looks like all that training is finally paying off, Dominique." Sion said proudly.
"Thanks, Sion." she beamed. She couldn't wait to show her friends Volt, Kou, and Echidna, on what she could do. She always remembered Android 18's warning that a woman must learn to fend herself, as Edge is said to have a large crime rate, which meant that chances were high for a female to get mangled, killed, or raped. A few years ago, she was tweaked at Capsule Corp, as Bulma and Dr. Brief gave her a makeover so she could use her volatile actions more effectively as well as remove any malicious hardware that her brother, Dauragon, left. Since then, she had been more cheerful and lively than ever before.
"I really owe you guys a lot for all the kindness you've given me. And I can't thank all of you and 18 enough for teaching me on how I should fight. I don't want to get into any frays, but..." she lost her train of thought.
Sion held her close. "Hey, it's fine, Dominique. We're even. You don't have to owe us anything. You truly need all these skills if you need to survive. That's just the way of the streets; even I had to learn all that." Sion briefly reminisced on how important it was to learn from the best, particularly when he idled Wong, and soon becoming a bouncer at the bar, Fate, utilizing his teachings. Then, actually being a full-fledged hero. It was very reassuring that Dominque was budding slowly but surely like a flower, pretty but also alert and ready to whatever came her way. She was so relieved that she no longer was the helpless damsel like she used to be.4
Later that night, Sion was attending his usual shift as he stood alone outside the bar. He was at his space to the left of the old double doors while his favorite Dog Street logo sneered at the right. It looked pretty much the same, though there were a few changes: First off was the bass blasting past the doors; it seems that the pub afforded an advanced music system as a way to entertain the patrons out of boredom, and make service more entertaining, almost like entering a nightclub. The place itself also expanded in size by several more acres. It was no biggie on keeping up with rent. Ever since Capsule Corp volunteered to donate profits to the town of Edge, particularly Dog Street's, infrastructure, it finally bolstered and prospered. All this time had finally made Edge have a more advanced economy, just as the Briefs wanted so long ago.
"It must be a shame, standing out here and missing out on all the action," a young woman said.
Suddenly, he looked up and saw a woman blending in with the darkness of the lonely streets. She was petite, skinny, had pale skin like his, as well as wearing his apparel, particularly his red hoodie he once wore with black arms, and the logo of Dog Street imprinted in the back. She looked to be in her late teens, and through the dim lighting, he realized who she was. They let out a small grin as she walked up to him. They then wrapped each other in their arms, it was very comforting. After the last few years, Ayame had returned; she was slightly older, wearing the bright red hoodie as a symbol of honoring their friendship.
She looked around the slightly larger exterior, and recognizing the neon letters blazing FATE. "I see the bar is still standing, and it's intact," she mentioned, remembering how it was in shambles when Mikado's special forces invaded here.
"Yeah." He smiled as he said proudly.
"I'm so glad to see you, Sion; it's been far too long."
He nodded. "Yes it has."
She then hesitated as she bashfully held her head. "I...I have so much I need to tell you. Christ, it's been ages since I last saw you."
Sion opened his ears, and she told him how happy she was to see her best friend again after three, long years. She was finally 18, the legal adult age, and she confessed that the main reason why she never came back was because there were so many priorities revolving around various issues such as school, puberty, growing pains, even when she was diagnosed with Asperger's. The Dragon Team wasn't involved in a lot of battles and she just visited them less and less. Since then, she lost touch, and her adventures with the bouncers and the Z-Fighters became lost and forgotten, nothing more than distant memories. That was until she was finally able to live on her own, under her own free will. And finding that red hoodie was just the spark that she needed. He understood it all, and he sympathized it must've been hard to live with a mental illness.
"Sion." Someone in her yellow raincoat came out and interrupted the duo, the speakers were blasting as she opened the doors then silenced a little while after they closed again.
"D-Dominique!" Ayame stammered. It was easy to notice her since she hadn't aged a single iota since they last met.
"Ayame!" They embraced each other tightly for a short while, just as she and Sion did.
They discussed on how Ayame was finally able to visit Dog Street again, as well as Fate's new expansion coinciding Edge's more profitable conditions. Crime had dwindled drastically when Capsule Corp continued its donations, until about a year ago. She mentioned there was also a karaoke machine installed within it, and the cruddy jukebox still stood at the corner of the top floor as a homage to the good, old days. She also mentioned that both Volt and Echidna were the current co-owners of the bar since...that tragic day when Boss died of a heart attack just a month ago. Being that Volt was the most reliable, experienced, and defensive bouncer he's ever employed, he decided to give the entire settlement to him and his fiancee.
Ayame was stunned by the news, thinking that Volt and Echidna would go into another power struggle since they had been constantly disputing over at Mikado. But surprisingly, they got along great when they began the new ownership. Though, the scheduling was tricky since Sion constantly rotated shifts with Kou per week, as he's usually away on more missions involving LUKIS while still keeping tabs on Dominique from time to time. Volt was lesser of a bouncer now, and it was a relief since he no longer "scared away the customers," while Echidna's appearance was...a bit too suggestive.
"Hey, maybe you can become a new bouncer here." Dominique suggested.
Ayame sighed, "I can't work at a bar yet, I'm not even 20. I still have one year to go, and I'm far too young." Besides, she was still pretty coy and nervous working in a saloon, vulnerable to crazy drunkards and violence; the tense environment would've been far too much for her to handle, and she wasn't much of a fighter neither. She thought she wouldn't be qualified as a certified doorwoman.
"That's not true. I was eighteen when I officially got the job here." Sion mentioned with a grin. "I was nineteen during my first anniversary, remember?"
"M-hm." the android nodded in affirmation.
"Oh yeah..." Ayame was at a loss for words since Sion was only at that age when he saved the damsel and the world, as well as made best friends with the young Dragon Ball seeker, including Goten, Trunks, as well as the owners in Capsule Corp.
She touched her chin in deep thought, "Hmm, maybe I should start by living in Dog Street. And I'd probably train myself with you guys so perhaps I could be more elgible..." Or at least competent enough, she thought. The duo was admired by her decision. And before they knew it, they could barely hear a rumble of thunder in the air.
Sion immediately looked up and he felt the dry atmosphere upon him. "Huh?"
"What is it, Sion?" Dominique queried.
"I just didn't expect the sky to cloud up so fast." Indeed, layers of black clouds overshadowed the streets and the thunder got slightly louder.
"Ooh, I think I should get going; the last thing I want is to get caught in a thunderstorm. I hate these, especially at night."
"Yeah, it was very nice seeing you again, Ayame." Sion said.
"It sure was. Hurry along so you don't get wet," the mascot chimed.
"Right, thanks guys. I'll see you all tomorrow so that hopefully I'll fill out an application and pass some tests on being a bouncer. I would really like to work with you guys more directly." Ayame said goodbye to her old friends as she hurriedly headed for home.
Meanwhile, unbeknowst to them, an Oriental who looked to be bad news wearing an evil sneer had done the unthinkable, as the Dragon Balls were gathered and Shenron had been summoned to grant his sinister wishes.
A/N: Unlike the dark intro theme for the Mikado Saga, the theme in Bardock/History of Trunks, this one should be "Cha-La Head-Cha-La (Full English version)."
I was never good at describing appearances, but Sion's outfit is a bit of an inspiration from Sora's outfit in Kingdom Hearts 2, even though I'm not a huge fan of the series. The setting would be a few years after the Bouncer trilogy, now officially a quadrilogy, taking place before Dragon Ball Super.
I'm not sure how I came up with the idea of Ayame coming back after a few years, but at first I wanted her to quit to be a Z-Fighter since I retired from the series soon after the Buu saga, and then I just came up with the reunion. Same thing with the Bouncer, as I had many priorities, on top of the fallouts I had with a lot of material, including DBZ, many games for the PlayStation, as well as others. So, yeah, I decided to make her 18 by the time she went back. And for personal reference, she has Asperger's, though I have a lower level of autism; wish I did have it, though, like my friend, Fanfictiondreamer.
Also, the Yakuza was something I first found out upon since I saw the Marvel movie, the Wolverine, and then I looked it up, as a crime syndicate similar to the Mikado Group or the Red Dragon Syndicate, like a Japanese mafia, basically. Because I wanted the series to be Japan-based, I figured this could work.
So, the Prologue may be done, but there is still more to come. Just be prepared for another unsuspecting invasion. You'll see.