Disclaimer-DBZ...not mine. Neither is funimation (oh MAN there would be changes if I was in charge)
Comments: Well here it is. The beginning. Of three moderately long sagas. Unlike my other fics, which were written in the space of about 30 minutes, I am spending plenty of time on these. WOrd of warning, I'll be gone from, oh, december 24th on, till January 2nd, 2001. Also, once the term resumes, I'll probably be updating less. You'll notice that this is the starting point for my next two sagas as well. Gohan's takes place at essentially the same time, which why he leaves so early on in this fic. This all basically takes place about 3 months after DBZ Movie #9 (you HAVE to see that movie). Without further Ado, let's begin.....
An Earthling Saga
Chapter 1: The Parting and the Kidnapping
It was still black outside as the trembling grunt stepped out of the tunnel. My luck, always my luck. I get "elected" to do all the dirty work. The gravel under his feet cracked with each step of his boots. He was dressed in a white helmet, armor, and boots, and had a blaster by his side. Outside a giant tent, he took a deep breath, and went inside. He saw the fearsome giant hunched over on the floor. He was in the shadows, hard to see Was he meditating? "M...master. Some b-bad news." A low, calm voice replied, dangerously quiet, "And what would this be?" "Erm...well first, we did get the pale-eyed woman. Knocked her out before she could fight. We captured the other one as well." "Two women are good enough. And the children?" "Yes, both of them. We even managed to get an extra child, though he looked more like a pig..we should get the last one today." The voice growled, "This I already know. Ah...I will get back at that man..and his brat too. The Prince as well, the traitor. They will pay...." "S..sir. Ah..that's wh-what I'm here to tell you. All of them....were..not at their homes when we entered. Nor were they anywhere else we looked. T-They aren't anywhere to be found. They could be anywhere, how do we send them th..." "WHAT?" " You LIE!" The man in the shadows stood up like thunder, and faced the soldier. The soldier was now gibbering in terror. "N-no sir. This is the truth! We could not fi-" "IDIOT! You try to take me for a fool? No, they are there. I sensed the boy only yesterday. So, tell your good master the truth. Your lying, aren't you?" The man still stood in the shadows, yet seemed to grow with a dangerous aura. "No! It's th-the tru-" Before the soldier could speak further, he watched in amazement as an arm, a massive, muscular arm, seemed to grow out of his chest. His eyes rolled upwards, and he fell to the earth. The man smirked and wiped his arm off. Yet, inside, he knew the soldier was not completly lying. He had not sensed any energy from his foe since his arrival. The prince had dissapeared last week, but the boy... The boy was still there, he could feel it. He chuckled softly to himself There are other ways to give them the message....oh yes, they will pay.... He absently blew up the remains of the bloody corpse, and sat back down to brood his revenge...his perfect final revenge... As the night fell, slowly, across the horizon, the first singing rays of sunshine crept across the quiet earth. First one, then another, then another, then slowly, beautifully, the crescent of a deep red sun rose over the hill. The city, for now, remained still in a peaceful slumber. Nothing stirred in this beatiful silence. Except one. An unusual creature, floating in the air, watched pensively as the sun now shone golden rays across its eyes. It had a short, squat body, and an almost balloon-like face, seeming to resemble a cat. It's somewhat dim eyes were brimmed with pity and were slightly watered. It sighed. "What can I do? Oh...my poor Yamcha-sama." The words came out soft, yet high pitched. This is terrible Yamcha has barely eaten in days. He doesn't even talk to me much anymore....I need to think of a way to cheer him up. For Yamcha, as the creature named Puaru knew, had been in a state of almost severe depression. Ever since the last tournament, it seemed as though he couldn't function. His last girlfriend left him again, much like Bulma did. Bulma. I can only imagine how much my poor Yamcha misses her. Puaru knew the torment Yamcha had been going through for the last year. With his girlfriend gone, he had really lost much of his charm. He no truly longer cared about fighting, he thought himself the worst. He felt had no one to impress, no one he could really be equals with anymore. But he's wrong! He's one of the best there is! The creature sighed again, sadly, tears forming in his eyes. Ever since he joined with Yamcha in the desert he had considered him a hero. His hero, the one he always cheered for no matter what situation. He was almost a master to him, loyal, kind, caring. Yes, he could be disloyal and a little wild, but inside he was a really good person. He just needed some help, some friends..... Of course! I'll take him to the Kame House, to see his friends! That'll chear him up! Happily, he sped off towards Yamcha's bedroom. Behind him, the Sun rose quietly, and life began to stir. Kururin woke with a yawn, and looked out his window. The sun had already risen, it was midmorning, and the seagulls were already squaking. Groaning, he sat up and began to get dressed. Kururin was a very short, powerfully built man, his head shaved in accordance with his budhist religion. Although one couldn't tell from his appearance, he was the strongest human on earth, even surpassing Tenshinhan in normal strength. He laughed, a boyish voice escaping his thin lips, to himself as he listened to his master downstairs, oogling over his newest Porn magazine. He sighed slightly to himself then. He has still not seen much of #18 since the Cell Game had ended around a year ago, and always hoped that she would eventually join him. Sigh. He brooded on this for a second when... "Kururin!" called his master, "We have company!" Oh man! He quickly strapped on the rest of his orange fighting gi, and ran downstairs. "GOHAN! What are you doing here?" A fairly small, also well built young boy entered the living room, in a similar orange Gi with a blue undershirt. He had coal-black, spiky hair, the bangs near his equally black eyes, which gleamed in innocence and intelligence. Kururin knew that, despite him being a boy, he was the most powerful being in the universe. He had systematically defeated not only the ultra-powerful being Cell, but also the hellbent Alien Bojack. For he was half Saiyajin, a poweful, near extinct fighting race. Not only that, he was a Super Saiya-jin, a being once thought to be myth. Gohan, however, looked far from happy, like he usually did. "Listen, I don't have much time. Dende has informed me of something...really bad happening. I need to go and fix it!" "Huh? What? Tell me, where are you going?" Kururin asked. "I can't tell me. I made a promise. It'll be in space, so I won't be around for a bit. Cover for me when Mom comes looking for me, alright?" Kururin suddenly started in absolute horror. Facing a mad Chi Chi was almost worse than Cell. "B....But Go-" "Thanks a lot! BYE!" And without another word, Gohan took off, heading for Kami's sanctuary. Kururin muttered to himself. "Great. Boy is this gonna be one of those days." Then he sighed, when he thought again about Chichi. Chichi had become a widow a year ago when Goku, Kururin's best friend, had sacrificed his life to stop Cell from destroying the earth. He had transported him away from the earth before the suicide attack was completed. In his absence, his son Gohan became the strongest fighter in the world, seemingly destined to take his father's place. Chichi now a single Mother, and with Goten recently born as well, she was doubly busy. Kururin went back inside the house, and went to breakfast. He would need it. "Kururin, I'm off to the market and Karin's tower! You may need some of those senzu beans!" "Ha Ha Ha. Oh your a riot." He could here a snicker. "Well I'm off, see you later!" "Take your time!" Kururin heard the door slam, and went back to his breakfast. As he finished, he glanced outside, he saw the old flying car. Wait a minute....Kamesemnin can't fly....Oh well. For all I know, the crazy old bastard swam off the island Kururin stopped thinking about it and went back to plannign escape routes and speeches in his head. "You ready Chao Zu?" "COMING!" "Alright, hurry, we need to get going," said Tenshinhan. Tien was an unusual man. He was dressed in his usual outfit: green pants, a red belt, black boots with yellow cuffs, and a white undershirt for a top. Underneat that shirt were scars of battles form long ago. What made him most unusual was his third eye, right aboves his other two, forming a sort of triangle. It'll be a great surprise. We can show up at their house, and pick up Lunch. But why did she leave so early? Lunch, a woman with whom he had an unusual relationship, had obviously left for the Kame House; there was no sign of her. His partner, Chao-zu, a very small, mimish sort of person, was currently getting dressed himself. Finally, he appeared, dressed in the same outfit. "Finally. Come on, lets go. It'll be good to see all of them again." Tien allowed himself a little smile Maybe I can coax Kururin into a sparring match. Then we'll see who's the strongest human on earth. At 2:30, Kururin looked anxiously outside the window of the Kame House. Just great. Why did I let him talk me into it? I may not live through this! He jumped at a light tapping on the door, gulped, and went to the door. To his immense relief and delight, it was Yamcha and a happy Puaru. "Hey guys, what a nice surprise! Come right in!" They shared their greetings and sat down for a long talk. Yamucha, though he joked around, clearly looked depressed. He was a well built fighter. His dark hair matched his coal-black eyes as well, and he, as well, was in a bright orange fighting gi. "So Yamcha, why don't you tell us what's been bothering you so much." His eyes suddenly narrowed. So this is why Puaru brought me here.....well...ok why not. After hours of friendly advice and chatting, Yamcha indeed felt much better. It was good to get out his feelings, and having his friends around him reminded him how much the others cared for him. Even Buruma, he knew, still cared about him, even though they were no longer lovers. Still, though.....it just isn't the same anymore. I'm no longer really useful to anyone. I depend on them for everything. Before he could brood further... KNOCK KNOCK! "Oh no..." Kururin moaned childishly as he once again got up, shaking in fear. He slowly opened the door.... "Kururin! HI!" "Chao-Zu! Tenshinhan! Wow, good to see you again! Why are you here?....." "Oh, we're here to chat, and we're also picking up L-" SLAM! Tien was bowled over, and rolled twice on the ground before running into a table. Kururin went white with fear. "ALL RIGHT WHERE ARE THEY!! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THEM!!" Kururin stammered, in absolute fear. "AH...Ah...nice to see you chichi! My your lookin w---" "WHERE ARE MY SONS YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SONS OF...!" Chi chi, a tall, black haired woman stormed around the house, yelling in a horrible rage at the three poor fighters as they cowered away in absolute terror. It took nearly an hour, three thrown chairs, and twenty broken dishes to calm her down. "So let me get this straight, you let my two sons go on a trip to god knows where without stopping them?! You are the most irresponsible..oooh..." What? Two? "What do you mean...only Gohan showed up." "WHat the hell do you mean. Of course, Gohan must've taken Goten with him, where else..." "Tsk tsk, how amusing...." For a few brief seconds, everyone stood in absolute shock at what they saw before them. A blue skinned animal, in black, metal armor with black pants stood in the doorway, a smirk on his face. Instantly, Kururin, Tenshinhan, Yamcha, and Chao-zu sprang to their feet, and assumed fighting stances. The alien sneered. "I wouldn't even bother. From what little we know of you insignificant beings, you wouldn't stand a chance against me. Allow me to Introduce myself. I am Trisor, and I have an important message for the one named Son Goku and his brat. We can't locate them with our scouters, so I suppose we'll pass it on to you weaklings first. " Kururin knew immediately this couldn't be good news. A message for Son Goku? But he's dead. And Gohan's gone! Oh great this is just great Trisor reached into his armor and pulled out a small envelop. He placed it on the table as everyone watched in complete silence. Suddenly, with a laugh, he launched through the roof and flew off to the west, where the sun, unusually pale, started to set. Chichi passed out, while Yamcha slowly went to the envelope, and opened it... To be continued.... WHEW. Man, that took 3 hours to write, HTML is slow. PLEASE give me some feedback. Negative or positive is fine. Oh yeah, in case your wondering, Vegeta's absence will be explained the next chapter ^_^