Saiyan Hunting Season

Prologue

            It was morning at the Son residence.  The sun was barely rising as someone stood outside watching it.  It air was cool, and the wind was calm.  It made him tingle as he stood looking at the sunrise.  At first, just about everything was running though the mind of the twelve-year-old male. 

            "This is it.  The day humanity faced true fear.  The day I destroyed it.  The day…dad died."  His eyes became watery thinking about it.

            "I will never forget the time I spent with you, dad.  You died for me…twice.  You gave your life for those who would never know you.  Those times we spent in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber were the happiest times in my life, although I'm only twelve.  I hope you know me and mom love you."

            The sun was now in full view by the time Gohan finished his thoughts.  He continued to stand there taking in the scenery.  Today was the one-year anniversary that he defeated Cell.  While just about everyone else on earth would celebrate it with Mr. Satan, Bulma had invited all his friends to a party in honor of him and his father at Capsule Corps.  He was looking forward to it, not for the fact he defeated Cell, but for his father's sacrifice.  He looked about the same as he did when the Cell Games took place, except for the fact he kept his hair cut to what it was when Goku first cut it in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. 

            "I'm actually going to look forward to seeing my friends again.  I hear Krillin is dating Android 18 now.  Hey, and I'll get to see little Trunks.  I don't think if Yajarobe will be as eager, although."

            "Gohan," he heard his mother call from the capsule house, "It's time for breakfast."

            "Ok, Mom."  After several more seconds of gazing, Gohan rushed into his house to eat.

            "Are you sure of it?"

            "Yes, master.  Cell is now defeated permanently, and the Saiyan is at a perfect age.  I'm sure you will be satisfied with him."

            In a slightly lit room, a dark figure sat on a large chair looking at a screen in the room's front that displayed Gohan fighting Cell.  Right beside it stood an averaged sized human with black armor that covered his main body and limbs.  The circular room housed four aliens, who were working on computer consoles. 

            "Are you sure about the power you say exists on your planet, Drago?"

            "Yes, master.  I can assure you, the Dragon Balls are very real and powerful."

            "And the boy?"

            "It has been a year since he killed Cell, sire.  I have monitored his progress, and I have concluded he has not been training.  I recommend a stealth tactic to capture him."

            "How do you intend for me to bring the boy?  He defeated the most powerful force know in the universe."

            "I have studied his physiology.  If he were a pure-blooded Saiyan, I would never recommend him as a potential target, but he is a half-human."  Drago signaled to one of the four aliens working on the consuls.  The image on the screen switched from Gohan to a DNA strand. 

            "As you can see, sire," Drago continued, "because of this, I can create a chemical that will weaken him for several hours.  However, after that time, he will become immune to it."

            "I see.  With your knowledge on the Dragon Balls, my men have created a device the can track them." 

            "I have something to report on that, sire.  The Dragon Balls are supposed to become active again today, but exactly what time is uncertain."

            "Then I will have to capture Gohan before I make my wish.  How sad.  I so wanted him to witness my immortality."

            "Why is that, sire?"

            "He is the ultimate prize, Drago.  Throughout my years of hunting, I have encountered many powerful beings.  However, the Saiyans have intrigued me the most.  Since him and Vegeta are the only ones left and Gohan being the more powerful one, I consider him the perfect one to add to my collection.  Vegeta will have to be the one to continue the race.  He is the prince of all of them."

            One of the other aliens in his squeaky voice said something.  "We are in earth orbit."

            "Good," the being said rising from his chair reveling a pale cybernetic humanoid, "Drago, have the chemical ready.  My next trophy awaits."

How do you like it so far?  I will get funnier as the story progresses.  (Maybe I'll put in a drunk Master Roshi)