This story is a sequel to my Dragon Ball Movie. You might want to read that one first. If you already have, or don't care, then please continue and enjoy!
Chapter 1
Piccolo's hand reached out to touch the image that had been carved onto the side of the rock. It depicted a being physically similar to himself, green skinned and bald headed, surrounded by seven flaming orbs that encircled his head like a halo. Above that, a stylized crest which resembled a dragon, its body twisting around upon itself, presided over all.
"I'm getting closer," Piccolo mumbled to himself.
He turned and looked at the rest of the deep crater in which he stood; its entire bowl-shaped body was smooth and reflective. Above him lay the harsh, unforgiving wasteland where his father, the Demon King, had fallen to Earth years ago. The intense heat from that impact fusing the sand in the ground, turning it to glass.
Yet someone had still managed to carve the mysterious image into the glass wall, someone who knew the importance of this place, and its connection to the Dragon Balls. Presumably, someone with all the answers. But who?
Piccolo's ruminations were suddenly interrupted by a whistling sound heard overhead. The young demon leapt into the air as a missile shot past him and detonated in the center of the crater, cracking the glass and ruining the carving.
Enraged and confused, Piccolo rose higher into the sky and out of the deep crevice. It was then he came face to face with his attackers. Completely surrounding him were tanks and mechanical suits of armor. Overhead, fighter jets flew past, cutting off his escape from the air.
The one trait common to every attacker was the RR symbol, stamped or embossed somewhere on their metallic hide. Clearly, Piccolo thought, the Red Ribbon Army had returned, and they were out for revenge.
"Back for more, eh?" he called out.
A loud voice answered, being enhanced via speakers.
"You and your kind attacked us," the clearly weak voice announced. "You miserable demons, you stole our technology and left us for dead! You brought this on yourself!"
Piccolo looked around at the soldiers, and he wondered if the Red Ribbon leaders knew that they were sending their men to their deaths.
Several of the mobile suits leapt at him, engaging their booster rockets. Piccolo tried to maneuver out of the way, but a tank behind him took a shot. His attempts to dodge left him open and the mobile suits collided with him, dragging them all to the edge of the crater.
Piccolo fought back, erupting from the pile with a savage roar. His clothes in tattered, Piccolo removed his shredded cape, dropping it to the ground with a resounding thud.
"Now let's see you try that without the extra hundred pounds strapped to my back!" he sneered and launched himself at the advancing army.
Piccolo tore through several of the armored soldiers, using their bodies as shields when the planes overhead opened fire.
One of the tanks blasted another missile at him, and the demon grabbed it with both hands and redirected it up at the nearest plane. The fiery wreckage crashed into a whole section of the army.
Throwing himself into the thickest part of the group, Piccolo ripped apart as many attackers as his could.
Tearing open the side of one of the tanks, however, yielded a chilling discovery, a small light blinking on the side of a bomb. Whipping around, Piccolo saw several of these lights going off all around him.
Piccolo almost chucked in spite of himself. At least now he had his answer. Clearly the Red Ribbon knew they were sending these men to their death. In fact, they were counting on it.
A gaunt and crippled form watched the explosion on a viewing screen. Had he the ability, he might have smiled.
"Enemy One, neutralized," Commander Red confirmed, to no one other than himself.
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Bulma angled the airplane towards Roshi's island as she began her landing. She smiled at the tiny little speck of land, which contained an even smaller house. From the air, she could see two people waving up at her from the beach below.
She landed and climbed out of the plane, hollering, "I brought supplies!"
"Bulma!" Krillin shouted as he ran up to her, his bald head shining in the morning sun.
"Hey, kid. How've you been?"
"Great," the young man said, helping her down to the ground. The pair walked over to old man Roshi, his eyes smiling brightly even through his sunglasses.
"Hello, my dear. What a pleasant surprise," he opened his arms, motioning for a hug.
"Watch it, old man," Bulma warned, "I don't want to have to clock you."
Roshi took a step back. "Well, it's still nice to see a pretty young face around her. Usually all I get to look at are a bunch of sweaty guys."
"Speaking of which," Bulma asked, looking around, "Where's Goku?"
"He's out fishing," Krillin answered.
Just then, an enormous shark burst through the ocean's surface. And on the sharks back, attempting to wrestle the beast into submission, sat a screaming and thoroughly happy looking Goku.
The monstrous pair sank back into the sea.
"Well," Bulma turned back, not phased in the least, "what have you guys been up to?"
"Just training," Roshi answered, "same as ever, these last three years."
"You just can't get rid of them, huh?" Bulma smiled, winking at Krillin.
Goku emerged from the water, carrying the body of the dead shark over his head with one hand.
"I got one!" he yelled, throwing his prize onto the ground.
"Same as ever," Bulma laughed.
"Bulma!" Goku shouted as he ran to the girl, jumping into her arms.
"Ah, you're all wet and cold from the water!"
"Hehehe," Goku dropped back to the ground. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, actually," she said, reaching into her pocket, "I've got a little gift for you."
She pulled out a small round device and showed it to Goku.
"The Dragon Radar!" he shouted.
"Yep, good as new. I actually built it a few years ago, but the darn thing never worked. Since I didn't have a Dragonball test it on, I figured I just messed up. But the other day I was playing with it, and suddenly all the balls showed up on the screen, like magic."
"I could have told you that," Roshi said. "It actually takes time for the Dragonballs to recharge after you've asked the Dragon to grant your wish. They would have just been normal stones until recently."
"I wish you'd said something earlier, I was beginning to doubt my own brilliance," Bulma said. "I can't believe it's only been three years since we battled the Demon King to get our hands on the Dragonballs. It seems like a lifetime ago."
"But this means we can go hunting for Dragonballs again!" Goku yelled, "Just like old times!"
"Alright!" Krillin jumped for joy as well.
"Um, actually guys," Bulma said, looking down at her feet, "This one's all on you. I'm not coming this time."
"What, why?" Goku asked.
"Well, you see, I'm all grown up now. I'm finishing college soon, and then I'll have to go work for my dad at Capsule Corp. He wants me to take over the company. I don't really have time for adventure anymore. I'm sorry."
The boys all looked at her with sadness in their eyes.
"But, hey," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "don't let that get you down. I know you'll have fun." She tossed Goku the radar and headed back towards the plane.
"Now help me unload all this food, already!" she yelled back.
A little while later, the three guys stood watching Bulma's plane recede into the distance.
"Well," Goku announced, "No point in standing around." He ran into the house and a moment later emerged wearing the orange suit Roshi had given him, with the Turtle Hermit's symbol sewed into the back, partially covered by his grandpa Gohan's fighting staff.
"Are you heading out already?" Roshi asked.
"Yeah, but I'm not planning on getting them all. I'm going to stop once I find my Grandpa's Four-Star ball. You coming too, Krillin?" Goku asked.
"Nah, I don't guess so. Without Bulma and her plane, I'd have to ride on your shoulders, since I can't get on the Nimbus Cloud. And if you are only looking for your Grandpa's ball, I'll just hang back."
"Okay, suit yourself. NIMBUS!!" Goku yelled up to the sky.
His little cloud descended from nowhere and came to rest right in front of him. Goku hopped aboard.
"See you guys later," he said as he took off towards the mainland.
"Did you really not want to go?" Roshi asked.
"Well, he's going after his family heirloom. I know he's been missing it pretty bad these three years. I figured this was something he should do alone."
"Besides," Roshi guessed, "without the girl, it's not nearly as much fun, eh?"
"That too," Krillin laughed.
"I suppose we should get started on cleaning that shark," Roshi said.
"Hey, is that Goku coming back?" Krillin asked, pointing into the distance.
"No, that's a plane, like Bulma's. What would she be doing coming back?"
Another small plane flew over the island a few times, finally coming in for a landing near where Bulma's had.
This plane was different, however. Meaner looking. Almost like a military plane.
From out of the cockpit emerged a young woman with large blond hair, tied back with a red ribbon. She dropped to the ground and marched over to the men.
"My name is Launch, of the Red Ribbon Army," she said, drawing her gun from its holster and aiming it at the pair. "And we've got some questions we'd like for you to answer!"
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S-Shield's notes
Well, I couldn't stay away. I wrote my Dragon Ball movie. I was happy with it and everything, but I still had a bunch of ideas left over.
And then I got to thinking, instead of going directly into Dragon Ball Z for the next movie, what if our "actors" need a little time to grow into their roles as adults. So I figured a middle movie might be appropriate. One where I could introduce other character from Dragon Ball that I couldn't get to in the first one, therefore making a DBZ movie better, with the larger cast of characters.
So, here it is, my Dragon Ball Movie sequel. Hopefully it won't suck, since it's a sequel.
Let me know what you think with a review!