Dragon Ball AH
Zanji Saga
GogetaDP
Prologue
It was a time of peace in the Galaxy. All of the tyrants had long since been defeated: Frieza, Buu and Bebi defeated by a mere saiyan. It seemed that the events of the century revolved around this one hero. His name was Goku. It was a name few new of in this new age. This time of peace so fondly called "The Golden Era". Violence had been all but erased from people's minds. Military forces had not been used in more than a century. Martial Arts forgotten in the winds of time. To some, this world was a utopia. To some, this world was a place of pleasure. But to one, this planet was a place of sheep. Sheep to be slaughtered. This utopia, this perfect world, would know his wrath. It was time for Zanji to take his place in the universe. And this planet would be the first in his empire.
But Goku could sense there was something wrong, that something vast and evil was approaching his adopted home. He left his journey with the Shenlong and went back to Other World, where he has been waiting for two centuries for word of the coming disaster. That time is now.
Chapter 1
"And after you do that... you follow it with that... hi-ya! Then counter with a... wa-cha!" Grand Kia instructed as he cut through the air in a series of chops and halfway kicks. Goku and Pikkon looked on in disbelief, exchanging worried glances. They had finally attained their free lesson from Grand Kia after 200 years of training, and so far, it had been a huge disappointment. At first, it looked as if it might turn out well, he had instructed them on the basic art of Grand Kai, but now he seemed to make it up as he went along. If not for the sunglasses covering his eyes, Grand Kai would have been betrayed by his looks in a second.
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"Defend yourself better, Gohan!" The boy's father cried out. But his son was to slow. Gohan spiraled towards the earth as an elbow came crashing into his jaw. Goku looked at his son with pride though. Gohan had finally attained super saiyan level 3 a few days ago. Although the flowing hair looked odd on his son's form, it was an honorable achievement. And before long, Goku hoped his son would be able to achieve super saiyan level 4. Of course, finding a way to grow his son another tail could prove to be a challenge.
"Argh!" Gohan thought to himself, "I need to develop a better defense! Dad breaks though it every time. I'll have to figure out how he does that..." Goku came swooping towards his son, his long yellow hair receding, replaced with the shorter, black hair of his normal form.
"It was a good fight today, Gohan. With some practice, I think you should be able to achieve the next level. Besides, we've been sparring for 183 hours now. I think I need a break. Your mom is bound to be worried sick by now." Goku thought of his wife. It was to bad she had turned into a cloud when she died, after all, she couldn't cook for him anymore. Gohan was okay, but he'd be darned if he could cook fried rice like she could.
The two started home, glance every so often at Vegeta as he continued to train in the distance. Gohan didn't know if he'd ever give up. Even in death Vegeta has become obsessed with becoming stronger than Goku.
"You'd think it was life or death with that man." Gohan went over again in his head, "When will he learn that no one is stronger than dad? No one that I know of has offered dad a challenge for the past 150 years. When will Vegeta learn that the reason dad is so strong... is because he enjoys it! He only cares about being stronger than someone when someone could get hurt."
Vegeta will learn some day that being stronger than dad isn't what's important. He'll figure it out eventually."
"Gohan? Hello? Goku to Gohan, come in Gohan."
"Oh? Oh!" Gohan hadn't realized it, but Goku had been trying to get his attention for the past 5 minutes. "Sorry dad. Guess I was just thinking to myself again." Gohan looked to the ground in shame. "I've got to stop doing that!"
Goku suddenly stopped in mid-step. Gohan lifted his head and turned around. His father was standing there, looking up ahead, as if he was in shock.
"Dad? What is it, dad?" Gohan walked towards his father with an expression of confusion on his face. Goku raised a finger. Then started running.
"PICCOLO! PICCOLO!" Goku screamed. But that was impossible. Piccolo was the guardian of hell now, why would he be here? But Gohan looked ahead anyway. And true enough, there was Piccolo. Floating slightly ahead, meditating under a tree. Goku was standing over him now, rambling on about how much he had missed sparring with him and asking about hell. Piccolo finally raised his head. An expression of annoyance on his face, he stared at Goku. The saiyan stopped talking. He could tell there was something important that Piccolo needed to say. And since Piccolo was never one to waste time, he started right away.
"Earth is under attack, Goku." This startling revelation left both Goku and Gohan reeling. Wasn't Earth the perfect planet now? Who would attack it? No human was supposed to... Wait. Earth was under attack. Meaning it wasn't a human. Goku had come to the same conclusion. Both Gohan and Piccolo could see it in his eyes. That deep set of determination that Goku got every time he had been angered, not many of his enemies lived to tell people about that look, only those who knew him closest could guess what it meant.
"Who is attacking?" Goku questioned softly.
"A warrior named Zanji. His strength is awesome, Goku. I doubt that the earth will last very long against him."
Zanji Saga
GogetaDP
Prologue
It was a time of peace in the Galaxy. All of the tyrants had long since been defeated: Frieza, Buu and Bebi defeated by a mere saiyan. It seemed that the events of the century revolved around this one hero. His name was Goku. It was a name few new of in this new age. This time of peace so fondly called "The Golden Era". Violence had been all but erased from people's minds. Military forces had not been used in more than a century. Martial Arts forgotten in the winds of time. To some, this world was a utopia. To some, this world was a place of pleasure. But to one, this planet was a place of sheep. Sheep to be slaughtered. This utopia, this perfect world, would know his wrath. It was time for Zanji to take his place in the universe. And this planet would be the first in his empire.
But Goku could sense there was something wrong, that something vast and evil was approaching his adopted home. He left his journey with the Shenlong and went back to Other World, where he has been waiting for two centuries for word of the coming disaster. That time is now.
Chapter 1
"And after you do that... you follow it with that... hi-ya! Then counter with a... wa-cha!" Grand Kia instructed as he cut through the air in a series of chops and halfway kicks. Goku and Pikkon looked on in disbelief, exchanging worried glances. They had finally attained their free lesson from Grand Kia after 200 years of training, and so far, it had been a huge disappointment. At first, it looked as if it might turn out well, he had instructed them on the basic art of Grand Kai, but now he seemed to make it up as he went along. If not for the sunglasses covering his eyes, Grand Kai would have been betrayed by his looks in a second.
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"Defend yourself better, Gohan!" The boy's father cried out. But his son was to slow. Gohan spiraled towards the earth as an elbow came crashing into his jaw. Goku looked at his son with pride though. Gohan had finally attained super saiyan level 3 a few days ago. Although the flowing hair looked odd on his son's form, it was an honorable achievement. And before long, Goku hoped his son would be able to achieve super saiyan level 4. Of course, finding a way to grow his son another tail could prove to be a challenge.
"Argh!" Gohan thought to himself, "I need to develop a better defense! Dad breaks though it every time. I'll have to figure out how he does that..." Goku came swooping towards his son, his long yellow hair receding, replaced with the shorter, black hair of his normal form.
"It was a good fight today, Gohan. With some practice, I think you should be able to achieve the next level. Besides, we've been sparring for 183 hours now. I think I need a break. Your mom is bound to be worried sick by now." Goku thought of his wife. It was to bad she had turned into a cloud when she died, after all, she couldn't cook for him anymore. Gohan was okay, but he'd be darned if he could cook fried rice like she could.
The two started home, glance every so often at Vegeta as he continued to train in the distance. Gohan didn't know if he'd ever give up. Even in death Vegeta has become obsessed with becoming stronger than Goku.
"You'd think it was life or death with that man." Gohan went over again in his head, "When will he learn that no one is stronger than dad? No one that I know of has offered dad a challenge for the past 150 years. When will Vegeta learn that the reason dad is so strong... is because he enjoys it! He only cares about being stronger than someone when someone could get hurt."
Vegeta will learn some day that being stronger than dad isn't what's important. He'll figure it out eventually."
"Gohan? Hello? Goku to Gohan, come in Gohan."
"Oh? Oh!" Gohan hadn't realized it, but Goku had been trying to get his attention for the past 5 minutes. "Sorry dad. Guess I was just thinking to myself again." Gohan looked to the ground in shame. "I've got to stop doing that!"
Goku suddenly stopped in mid-step. Gohan lifted his head and turned around. His father was standing there, looking up ahead, as if he was in shock.
"Dad? What is it, dad?" Gohan walked towards his father with an expression of confusion on his face. Goku raised a finger. Then started running.
"PICCOLO! PICCOLO!" Goku screamed. But that was impossible. Piccolo was the guardian of hell now, why would he be here? But Gohan looked ahead anyway. And true enough, there was Piccolo. Floating slightly ahead, meditating under a tree. Goku was standing over him now, rambling on about how much he had missed sparring with him and asking about hell. Piccolo finally raised his head. An expression of annoyance on his face, he stared at Goku. The saiyan stopped talking. He could tell there was something important that Piccolo needed to say. And since Piccolo was never one to waste time, he started right away.
"Earth is under attack, Goku." This startling revelation left both Goku and Gohan reeling. Wasn't Earth the perfect planet now? Who would attack it? No human was supposed to... Wait. Earth was under attack. Meaning it wasn't a human. Goku had come to the same conclusion. Both Gohan and Piccolo could see it in his eyes. That deep set of determination that Goku got every time he had been angered, not many of his enemies lived to tell people about that look, only those who knew him closest could guess what it meant.
"Who is attacking?" Goku questioned softly.
"A warrior named Zanji. His strength is awesome, Goku. I doubt that the earth will last very long against him."