I do not own Dragon Ball Z
The sun was shining down upon the green garden in front of the orange brick house. The birds living in the single huge tree in the garden sang beautifully, drinking in the rich sunlight.
The human known over the internet as Talos sat down in front of his computer, browsing through the archives of Fan Fiction. Net.
His eyes roamed over several stories, most of them Self-inserts. Then he saw one that caught his interest.
It was titled: " Only you can save the Z Fighters."
It had no summery, a very rare thing on Fanfic net so he clicked on it out of interest, wondering weather it was perhaps a troll fic.
But it brought up a menu that asked him what race he would rather be, Not used to these kinds of thing on FFnet Talos decided to click on it and find out what would happened.
He clicked on Saiyan and waited for the next page to load, suddenly the screen flashed on and off, Panic rose within Talos Damn it! Have I broken it again?!
But his eyes were drawn to the flashing screen. It seemed hypnotising, he couldn't draw his eyes away, his eye lids were heavy they closed but with a great effort he forced them open again they closed and he opened them, then for the third time he closed them, this time they didn't open.
Talos woke with a start! He felt sick, his muscles were trembling and weak, his head ached and his eyes strained to see even slightly ahead of him.
He weakly reached a weak hand out, coming into contact with a rough wall, his fingers scribbled for purchase and pulled himself upright, trembling badly. " D-damn, what the heck happened? I feel so weak."
He blinked several times, his eye sight slowly cleared and he saw to his extreme shock that he was no longer in the house, or even the city!
He was standing alone, in a forest, the rough wall was in fact a tree.
The pounding in his head subsided, when he felt he could walk again he stepped away from the tree.
His limbs were too light, he tripped over, tumbling and yelping as the small of his back came in sharp contact with the ground.
That hurt far more then it should. He struggled to see why it hurt so much, there! A tail! A monkey tail!
His mind was abuzz with millions of thoughts as the implications sank in. " I have a tail? What the hell? Am I a Saiyan? This has to be a dram."
He heard a whimpering sound coming from what seemed to be nearby, with nothing else to do, he followed it.
Several minutes later he still hadn't found the source of the noise. Five more minutes later he did find it.
A cliff right in his path, that dropped away to depths unknown, and growing out of the side of the cliff, a small tree. It didn't like very healthy but that could have been caused by the young boy holding onto it for dear life, he was whimpering to himself and Talos couldn't blame him, the very thought made him dizzy.
Talos tried to think of a way to save the kid but none presented itself.
He had no rope, no way to save the child. Then he saw it, and wished he hadn't.
A few tangled strands of ivy clung to the edge of the cliff.
Talos stood at the edge for several minutes, gathering courage to do what was needed, then when he was almost sure that he wouldn't faint half-way down, he slowly descended, using the ivy to support his weight was hard, several times fearful tearing noises came from the ivy, Talos was scratched and bruised from contact with the cliff by the time he reached the boy, who had his eyes closed tightly.
Talos called out, " Hey, kid! Open your eyes and grab my hand!"
The boy opened his eyes did, slowly and hesitantly, at that minute, the tree broke sending the boy spiralling downwards!
Talos' hand shot out, catching the boy by the shirt but the ivy sagged under the new pressure. Talos froze, afraid to even blink.
Long minutes past, slowly Talos hauled himself and the boy up to the top of the cliff. Once back on solid ground he collapsed, breathing heavily and trembling, " I am never doing anything like that again."
The boy fainted and Talos promptly followed suit.