Ch.1: The Tale Begins
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"What shall be done with you, half-breed?" questioned a gravely, tired voice, seemingly contradictory to the energy of the flailing infant in his iron grasp. His weather worn hands, with veins pertruding, were struggling to maintain a hold on the struggling sayain child. The strength and endurance he possessed at age one was nothing less than remarkable. At such a juvenile age he had already proven himself an equal to the greatest warriors on the face of the planet. A mere child caused the regal Namekian warrior, Piccolo, to quack in his modest boots. The Z-Warriors feared the sheer energy fixated to the prodigy and Goku, the child's father, agreed with the others that it would be for the greater good to eliminate the potential threat. Chi-Chi, flung herself against her husband's bulky stature, desperately attempting to halt the abduction of her only son. All in vain, as the sayain simply pardoned himself with a half-hearted smile and charged off into the starless night towards Kame House. Arriving at his destination, he dipped his head slightly in respect to his former master before handing him the human parcel. He then exclaimed with a wavering voice, "It's your call now Roshi, whether he lives or dies. I wish... I wish we could just let him live but I... the planent's wellbeing is more important. This is why I leave it up to you, my friend, to decide his fate. Please, choose what is best for everyone! Farewell, master. Farewell, son..." he trailed off with unshed tears glistening in his heroic eyes. Eyes that had seen too much, too soon. And he waved goodbye with a heavy heart. A heart that for all its good had committed, had allowed unbelievable evil. The sobbing father flew off into the midnight skyline, until he dissapeared from view, shrouded by a horde of nimbus clouds. The hermit turned back inside and pondered that question he asked aloud to the wild child.
He cast his weary gaze out the window to observe the darkened sky."I believe I will allow you the chance to grow old, son. The choices you make will reflect the House of Kame and myself as a guardian. Plus, you'll probably be handsome like your daddy, so a lot of pretty girls will come over! Unless, you are as naive and hard headed as your dad, which I pray to Kami you're not! You realize your father once ate a dragonball because I told him it was a special kind of orange, and then this one time..." the old geezer continued the tale with a grin rapidly spreading out across his wrinkled face. Yes, the sayain warrior, Gohan would have a chance to begin his own legendary adventure and prove to the world what kind of man he would become.