Disclaimer: The resemblance between the authorship and DBZ is quite simple: I don't own it. Why, do I state this, you ask? Well, out of all the mangas of DBZ, does it not but state only Akira Toriyama's name? I have proven my case against this, so if someone tries slipping me up fast, I know what I'm going to do: Turn the other cheek, and let you do it to me again. Oh yeah, her profile says 'I'm hardening up. I don't care anymore.' But that's the point. I don't care if you cut my right cheek. I'll turn the other cheek and let you cut me there too.
The simple notation is I've changed. This is part of my life where I don't worry if somebody thinks I'm ugly or pretty. It's what my own eyes see, not someone else's. My idea of a good outfit could be blue's and purple's together, while someone would say, 'Oh my gosh! That is soooo ugly!!' But will I comment on that person's tastes? No, of course not. It's my style of choosing, not hers. If she wishes not to wear that, I won't blame her. This is my unique outfit, something I'm proud of to wear.
I know now what in my life I've been missing, but I won't say on here for disputes and people attacking me... literally. Flames are fine. I will take them seriously and won't erase them if they appear on reviews. Your reviews just state your opinion, not mine. So if I think it's a good story, and I get a review that says it sucks, well, I'll let you keep that flame up. I'm only here to write stories to my desire, for writing is a passion I carry and crave. So, I will stop rambling on so you may enjoy my new outlook on stories. Please enjoy.
Sono Michisuji Kanata Sentou Dzuki Ie Izuko
('The Path That Leads To Nowhere')
Cold metal touched against soft flesh. Liquid seeped into the vile, open wounds of the being as it not bothered it. The sides of the test tube glowed green as the figure within had on a breathing mask, to protect its respiratory system. Oxygen was supplement, needed. No oxygen meant death.
The computer gave a casual beep and the water retracted down, leaving the figure free to take off the mask and step outside onto the hard metal floor. Its feet made a clunk sound as they landed on the smooth floor tiles, and it looked around. Its hair reddish color, and only down to the shoulders, its body resembled that of a human male, around the age of 20.
"Computer, show screen," He said softly, as though just starting to talk again. A side of one "of the four walls opened up to reveal, indefinitely outward, black, empty space. "How close are we to our intended subject?"
"Beep. About four and a half light-years away, sir."
"That far, huh? I thought we'd be much closer than that. Oh well, I guess I should train a bit. I haven't had a workout in weeks." Stretching his legs first, following with his arms, he got down to his training.
His way of working out was extraordinary. He began with a few simple back flips, proceeding then to one handed ones. Soon he was down to push-ups with only his pinky on the ground, a task most find hard to do. But not for Shikyo¹. It was a breeze for him. He passed the time with his training as the computer finally said...
"Sir, only a couple of light-years until we reach Planet Earth."
Shikyo lifted himself up from the ground, sweat drizzling off his forehead, as he smiled. "Excellent. A perfectly good hour. We'll show those 'warriors' what a real warrior can do. The Earth..." He clenched his fists. "... is in my hands now."
A healthy breeze swept the outside landscape as Goku was stuck inside on the nice, beautiful day, helping his wife do the chores.
"But Chi-Chiiii..." Goku whined. "I wanna go train..."
Chi-Chi shook her head sternly. "Goku, you train far too much. You know there's more to life than training."
"Aw... But Chi..."
Chi-Chi's temper flared up as she glared daggers at Goku. "I said NO!" She calmly turned back to folding the clothes. Goku knew then that the conversation was utterly closed and slinked off to wash the dishes.
Turning on the water, he was reminded of the spring outside, near their home in the mountains, and instantly his knees began to shake. Oh great. . . He thought. My body wants to go spar just as much as my brain does. Using great mind power to stop his shaking knees, he put in some soap to get the suds up. He thought the suds were always fun to play with, much to the irritation of his wife.
Goku put the dishes in carefully, scrubbing them hard as Chi-Chi showed him. The last time he tried washing the dishes, he broke a couple of china plates, which made him wind up sleeping on the couch for that week. It seemed Chi-Chi had grown an evil side.
After many, many carefully cleaning plates, minutes were over, he unhooked the cork that kept the water from disappearing down the drain as the water ran through the pipe, where it would wind up sometime later in the sewage system down in Satan City. Goku sighed as he dried his hands on the dishrag.
"Well, that's all done with. Maybe I can go slink off to train now..." Walking quietly to the door, he opened it to hear Chi-Chi's shrill yell go through the house.
"Just where do you think you're going?!?! You still have work to do!!! Go clean the bed and fold the sheets properly!!" Goku's shoulders slouched forward and he lazily climbed the stairs up to his and Chi's room, where the bed's sheets were strewn halfway on the floor.
"Oh man... Just what I need... More cleaning..." He stepped closer to the bed to begin the next set of chores ahead of him.
"Ready or not, here I come!!" Goten shouted out into the forest, happily. Hide-and-go-seek was the best game to him. He started running around the forest, searching up the trees and around boulders, trying to find his older brother and Trunks. Soon spotting the purple-haired chibi, he ran with extreme speed and hit Trunks on the head lightly. "I got you, Trunks!!"
Trunks turned around and made a face. "No fair. You always find me first. You're brother should be easier to find. I mean, he's up in the tree ahead of..." He instantly covered his mouth as Gohan's voice called out.
"Trunks, why'd you reveal my spot?" Gohan jumped down from the tree behind Trunks, wiping leaves that stuck to his shirt off of him.
Goten cried out. "I wouldn't have known you were there yet, brother!! I wanted to find you on my own!!"
Gohan sweat dropped. "It's okay, brother. We'll play again real soon. I think mom might want us to come home for lunch. But later in the afternoon we'll play for a long time, okay?"
Goten eagerly shook his head. "Okay!!"
"I'm gonna see you two later." Trunks' aura blazed around him and he took off towards home at a fast pace.
"Yeah. Come on, Goten, let's go..." Gohan frowned suddenly.
Goten looked up at his brother, smiling. "What is it?"
Gohan continued to frown. "Something's heading this way, but if it's evil or not, I don't know. I think we should tell dad about this." He looked down at Goten. "Come on. Let's go." He took off into the sky, Goten following, confused, in his wake.
¹Shikyo means 'Death' in Japanese