Chapter One: A Special Day Part One

There was a light tapping noise in his dream as he slept quietly in the confines of his room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but today was a special day. Except for the fact that sixteen year old Robin Mann hadn't quite started his day yet.

There was a raging thunderstorm outside that blew the power out a few hours prior. Robin didn't know this though since he was still waiting for the annoying beeping sound that could only be produced by an alarm clock. Though he was somewhat conscious and awake, he still awaited the noise.

*CRACKOOM!*

Robin jumped out of bed so quickly at the noise of the thunder that he got tangled in his blankets and fell on the floor. It'd be a funny scene to anyone seeing this, but Robin was home alone at the moment because his parents worked early. Cursing at his luck, he got up and looked at his alarm clock on to realize it was blinking and read 3:17 AM. Robin started to panic, he grabbed is cell phone off his bedside table to check the time. "9:28! Damn I'm late for my first day of school! Shit! If mom finds out about this… I don't even want to think about that." He exclaimed loudly, surprised at the time.

Robin was supposed to be starting his first day of grade eleven today. What made it so special though, was he was now enrolled in a fancy private school this year and everything was supposed to be great. Except now, Robin is late for school, and the school has zero tolerance for un-excused absences.

"Maybe they'll be a little bit lenient since today is the first day?" Robin asked himself as he was quickly throwing on his school uniform. He then ran to the bathroom, brushed his teeth than ran to the kitchen to grab an apple from the fridge since there was no time for a proper breakfast. He then picked up his book bag by the door and ran outside only to stop the instant he closed the door.

It was pouring out and he hadn't even remembered till it was too late. Robin frantically grabbed the doorknob and twisted it only to discover he was looked out. 'Damn, I should've grabbed a jacket. Aren't I just the luckiest person ever?' He thought to himself. "Looks like I'm running to school." He said aloud to no one in particular.

Robin then started running down the street as his top speed, which was somewhat impressive.

*CRACKOOM!*

'Shit, that one sounded close. Looks like I need to speed up a bit.' He thought as he started to run faster. The biggest problem was Robin's school was halfway across town and he wasn't in the best of shape right after summer vacation.

Robin decided that he would rest for about a minute to catch his breath then continue running. Not thinking, he leaned against a telephone pole as he was slightly woozy from all the running and hard breathing. The flagpole at the top of the school was also visible from where he was standing, meaning he wouldn't have to run much more.

While standing there, against the telephone pole, the rain started to come down faster and harder. 'If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get to school before hypothermia kicks in.' Robin thought to himself as he was just about ready to continue his run. Just as Robin stood up straight and started to take his hand away from the pole…

*CRACKOOM!*

Anyone driving by or looking out their window would've seen a bright flash, then an unconscious body fall limply to the ground.

A short old man wearing a green cap with a small white pom-pom on it was walking down a path in the forest. He had a relaxed smile on his face as he watched a small kid run around happily a few feet in front of him. The small kid had crazy black hair that was spiked out in all kinds of directions and was wearing a light blue gi with a white rope holding the pants up. The kid also had a red pole tied to his back.

"Hey grandpa, look at the pretty butterfly!" The kid said excitedly as he chased a beautiful orange and red butterfly into the shrubbery. "Don't wander off too far Goku." The old man said as he followed after the boy knowing all too well that the kid could vanish in seconds. "Don't worry grandpa, I won't!" The kid, now known as Goku said with the same cheerful tone. 'Where does he get so much energy?' The old man pondered on the question for what seemed like the millionth time.

As expected, the old man lost sight of the kid and started wandering around the trees trying to hunt him down. It usually took about an hour or two when the kid would start crying about how hungry he is. Today was different though, because Goku started to yell much soon than usual.

"Grandpa, come here! Grandpa, hurry up!" Goku was yelling quite impatiently, which was somewhat strange. The old man hurried over in the direction of Goku's yelling. He found the kid kneeling in front of something, or better yet, someone. There was a teenage boy lying down in the shrubbery, unconscious.

What caught the old man's attention the most was the fact that the boy had a tail too. 'Another one, I hope this one doesn't turn into a giant monster under the full moon too.' He thought as he examined the boy. He too had black spiky hair, but it was all sticking mostly straight up and it wasn't too long. He was wearing some sort of school uniform by the looks of it, but the school logo wasn't one he recognized, there was also a back pack next to him. Thirdly, the boy's left hand seemed badly burned.

There was almost no civilization nearby as it was the old man's property and his property went on for roughly 2 square miles. Whatever happened to the boy, he wasn't sure, but the boy was breathing. All he knew was that he needed to help him.

"Well Goku, I don't think we're going to the lake today, this young man needs our help. Now help me out and bring his bag alright?" He said as he leaned down to pick up the boy's legs. "Okay grandpa." Goku said as he went to pick up the boy's book bag.

Luckily, the house wasn't too far away and they were able to get the boy inside. The old man realized that the boy's lips were blue and his clothes were wet. It was fairly chilly out since it was about 6 in the morning and they were almost 2000 feet above sea level. "Goku, could you go outside and fetch some firewood for me?" The old man asked. "Sure." He replied quickly and bounced out of the house.

The old man then took the shoes and socks off the boy. Then he took the boy's over shirt off. The old man then set them outside to dry and prepared some water to boil once Goku came back with the wood.

Once the water was boiled, the old man put some in a pot on the floor and cooled it a bit with cold water. He then put the boy's feet to rest in the warm water. He laid the boy back in a reclining chair and also put a blanket over him.

Next, the old man took a cloth, and cleaned off the boy's singed hand. There was a pattern that went up the boy's forearm that's usually seen in people that are struck by lightning. This was strange as there had not been any thunderstorms recently and the wound seemed quite fresh. The old man then wrapped up the boy's hand and forearm, put a warm cloth on his forehead then left him to rest.

"Well Goku, we should let this young man rest for a while, why don't you go outside and practice your forms for a bit while I make something to eat." The old man said as he and Goku stepped outside the house. "Okay!" Goku said with a large grin on his face at the mention of food and martial arts.

Robin's head hurt a lot, so did his whole body actually. But most of all his left hand felt as though there were constantly a hundred needles stabbing into it. Behind his closed eye lids he could tell that wherever he was, there was light shining into his eyes.

Robin dared open his eyes only to grunt and quickly close them due to the sharp light. He then slowly opened his eyes a little bit while keeping them squinted, to look at his surroundings. Everything seemed somewhat… cartoonish if that's a proper way to describe something.

He must be dreaming or something, but he decided to close his eyes again. The pain certainly felt real though. He didn't dare try to get up though. He just laid there until he heard shuffling next to him then someone spoke.

"Grandpa, I think he's waking up!" The voice exclaimed. It was definitely the voice of a kid, most likely a boy and it sounded familiar. "Is he now?" A voice replied. This voice was gentle and obviously came from a man of older age. This one was familiar too.

Some more shuffling, and suddenly something was blocking the light that was blinding him and he opened his eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he instantly recognized the two people looking over him. "Goku and Gohan?" he questioned just loud enough for them to hear it. Today certainly was something special indeed.

So I've decided to start a new story, maybe this one will get done. I've lost motivation in Dragon Games but I may go back to it someday. This is a story that I've wanted to right for quite a while now though and I never had time to start. Summer vacation is almost here though so I'll have a lot more time to write.