Here on Earth
By::Zero3

He walked along the dirt road. Slowly and placidly, as he always did. He had to go somewhere, didn't he? He had no home of his own. The colors of dusk where all around him as he streched his arms over his head.

"Now would be a good time to find somewhere to sleep." He sighed to himself. He looked out over the expance of fields around him. A wooden picked-fence marked the farmers property from the road. A piece of the wood had fallen from the fence and lay still by the ground. This, along with waves of wheat in the field, provided a small selterd place. He crawled under the fence and behind the stray board. Out of the small sack he carried he took a blanket. He had gotten it as a begger in one of the small citys that dotted this countryside. Covering himself to protect his body from the chill of evening, he lay down to sleep.
"I don't think he has any money."

"Why do you say that?"

The voices woke him from his sleep. He stayed down,though, afraid of who they where.

"Look at his clothes." Said the first voice, "If he had any money he'd buy better clothes."

The second voice was gruff, "I guess you're right, but.."

"But what?" The second scoffed, "He's just a vagabond!"

Sudenly it hit him, these where robbers. He began to sweat nervously thinking of a way out, unfortunetly, there was none that came to mind.

"He's got to have a family somewhere doesn't he?" The second one continued, "maybe they've got money."

"I didn't think of that." The first replied, "Okay, Wake the lad up."

The first one bent over and shook the young man. He groaned then looked up, mocking total shock, he screamed.

"W-what do y-you wa-want?" He studdered.

"You're coming with us boy." the man said, pulling him up by the arm. His hands where rough and worn. And the boy could see his face and arms where unwashed and scarred. "Move it you great oaf!"

He was pulled harshly into the road where the first robber stood waiting with a length of rope. The second man pushed him over and his hands where bound together. He was forced to follow at the will of the men.

They walked until morning, then until late afternoon. When the subject of family came up, along with ransom.

"Don't you have any family at all?" The robbers pressed the question for the fifth time.

"None." The boy said honestly, "If I do I don't know them. I'm an orphan."

"An orphan, eh? Then where do you come from?"

"Well actually, I don't know. I took a hit to the head in a nasty fall. I suppose I'm an orphan though."

"Well, you'll do no good than will you?"

The other, more silent of his two kidnappers spoke up then, "How about that old man? He seem to care for all good people, even if he never seen im' in his life."

"That farmer?"

"Of corse."

"Not a bad idea my friend."

That night the robbers made camp, including a nice warm fire. They sat him off to the side, as if he where nothing but a pack animal. He sat there silent and every once in a while he swore he heard a faint wisper. He looked into the edge of the woods curiously, but soon dismissed it as his imagination.
_____________________________________________________________________________

Meanwhile, Two young women accompanied by a young man stood watch in the woods.

"So, they're back I see." The man stated.

"It appers that way doesn't it, dear." The woman standing beside him said.

"They won't learn, will they?" The second young woman said, flicking one of her raven locks from her face. "Who have they got?"

"Some guy."

"He's awfully adorable." The first girl pondered, then turned to the man, "But I'm afraid he's not as cute as you, Tien." She absently untied the scarf that rested on her head, letting her violet hair fall down. She tied the scarf around his neck then giggled absent mindedly.

"Would you two stop it, I think you're making me sick."

"Oh Chichi. You're just jealous, but someday you'll fall in love, then you can help us turn people a sickening green color." Tien laughed.

"Yeah," She said sarcastically, "wait here." She started to creep out from behind the trees.

The youthful man woke from his fitfull sleep to find a young woman standing over him. He would have screamed had she not jumped down and gagged him with a brightly colored scarf.

"Shhhh!" She demanded, she looked him up and down, Then looked him strait in the face. From the faint light of the fire he could barely make out her features. Her hair was black as deepest night sky and it hid most of her face as she untied his hands.

"Stay here." She demanded in a deathly quite voice. He nodded, still unable to speak. Withat that she took up a nearbye tree branch and walked to where the robbers sat with thier backs turned. She came up silently and bashed them both quickly upside the head. They both fell from thier seats. The woman quickly bent down and searched thier pockets. She put an assortment of coins into a purse she carried before returning to his side and untying the scarf.

"Who are you?" He asked politely. "Thanks for helping me." He rubbed absently at the rope-cuts on his wrists.

"My name is Chichi," She replied helping him to his feet, "I'm a gypsi. Follow me." She instucted and took him by the hand. She walked into the woods, leading him behind her.
_____________________________________________________________________________

He awoke the next morning in a covered wagon. He was covered with warm blankets and his head was on a pillow, this place was luxurious. He scutlled to the flap of the wagon and moved it to the side. From his view he could see the pile of ashes that had been a fire the pervious night. Around it, where all sort of various people, old and young, tall and short, all veried in looks. The flap on the opposite side of the wagon opened and the violet-haired girl came in.

"Good morning!" She chimed in a musical voice, "I'm glad to see you're awake."

"Thank you." He said modestly.

Suddenly there came a deep growling from somewhere in the wagon. As He blushed furiously, the girl laughed.

"You're hungrey. Chichi is making some breakfast for us all." She turned to leave him, "Oh by the way," she turned back and held out her hand, "I'm Lunch!"

He took her hand and shook is merrily. "Pleased to meet you."
_____________________________________________________________________________

"Don't you have a name?"

They had all just eaten breakfast. His stomach was full and the peoples minds where full of questions.

"I'm not sure."

"How can you not be sure?"

"I'm not sure." He said it simply enough.

"Look," It was Chichi, "We're getting nowhere with this."

An old stooped man scurried through the small crownd. "I want to see the lad. Let me through."

"Roshi? Where have you been?" Asked a rather short fellow from the group.

"Asleep."

He then ponderously laid his eyes on the newcomer. "Hmmmm...I think, I've seen him before." He became lost in thoghts and memories, scanning over years past. "Ahhhhhh...The boy, Son Goku."

"S-son Goku?" The young man stuttered.

"Yes," The old man began, "An old friend of mine, Son Gohan by name, had a grandson, Son Goku, who I believe you to be."

That simple statement answered so many questions. "I'm, I'm a real person then? I have a past! I have a family!"

"Not exatly, Son Gohan is dead."

His hope fell. He had no family. It wasn't fair. Son Goku stood up, his head hanging, and ran into the woods with tears in his eyes. Imidiatly the small man and Chichi went to persue him, but Roshi caught Chichi's arm. "Let Kuririn speak to him."
______________________________________________________________________________

Kuririn placed his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Goku, you're wrong, did you know that?"

He shook his head. "How am I wrong?"

"You're part of our family now. All of us. We're your brothers and sister, your parents and grandparents, we are all your family."

"You don't understand. I never had a past, and not much of a future. I never had anyone to turn to. And now I find that I have someone in that empty spot, but they aren't around anymore."

"I understand. I'm a orphan myself. I grew up with a bunch of other rough boys. Until we tried to rob a gypsi group. I was the only one who was caught, I really thought they would kill me. They didn't though, and now my place is with them, maybe yours is too."

Kuririn left Goku to ponder those words. And through and through, he did ponder over them. It was dusk by the time he came back to the camp. A solidary shadow sat waiting by the fireplace.

"Are you okay?" It was Chichi, " We where all worried about you, there are some frightful things in those woods." She tilted her head to where he had just come.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you hungrey? There's some stew left in that pot on the fire." She took a wooden bowl and offered it to him. He took it.

While he sat eating she looked him up and down again. Then she got up, "I'll be right back." When she returned she was carrying an armload of clothes. "Here, put these on."

Goku picked up one of the garments, looking at it closly, then removed his shirt.

"Not here! Don't you have any modesty?"

"Uhhh..."

She pointed to an empty tent. "Go in there and change those clothes."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
YAYAY! Chapter one is done! It's not that bad either. I beg you forgive my many spelling mistakes, I know there must be a few (few is an undersatment).

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonballZ, Akira Toriyama, and his wonderfully delightful imagination, does. I do however keep the plot as this story as mine, so there :p

I've already written chapter two, and just need to edit it slightly before I upload it, until then, keep on reading..