A King was a rock for his people, as the servant was no greater than his King, for the King was the foundation and sight of the people. Without a King, the people had no purpose, and without purpose brought chaos. Such were the times in ancient Israel, for the people would sin and commit evil in many acts for there was no King to lead, until a prophet had been sent by God, to choose a King for the people. God had shown the people what an ideal King was in Solomon, David and Josiah, but they never learned. God had soon left the Earth to let humans resolve their own issues after sealing Trihexa, the Forbidden Beast of the Bible, and thus, the King of Kings was gone. Plunged into turmoil, the only way to keep on moving, was to elect another King of Kings, one to take the place of the God of the Bible.

Thus is the story of that King who shall rise upon the summit of this world, one who tops even Ophis and Great Red. And it all starts, with a young boy in his late teens, named Goku, the newly elected King of Monkeys.

The Monkey Youkai had been thrown into complete dismay, when it's former King, Sun Wukong had retired from his position and left to live a free life. That meant that most of the influence of the Youkai that had been carried by Sun Wukong, had been left onto Yasaka, changing her position from the Kyuubi to the Queen of the Youkai. This outraged the Monkey Youkai, as it divided two difference factions, ones who were content and ones who felt that it was wrong. This would've meant civil war unless Yasaka did not act upon it quickly, and she did.

She called upon her scholars for a test of strength of will and power that would determine the new King of the Monkeys. They soon asked the wisest and skilled blacksmiths from the Mountains of Fruit and Flowers to create and enchant a staff that would surpass even the one that Sun Wukong did, and they did, adding a consciousness that chose the person who could wield the weapon. It became a competition of whoever could lift the weapon. The favorites were obviously the Son Clan, as they were blessed with immense durability and strength, but that idea was quickly crushed as their greatest warrior, Son Bikou failed to lift the staff. It became evident that no one would be able to lift it, after all, most of Kyoto's monkey warriors had failed.

That was when Son Goku, a half-breed of a Saiyan and a descendant of the Son Clan, he was quickly shunned as an abomination for his mixed blood. This didn't bother him much, as he was content as a farmer on his isolated farm. His friend's bugged him to take the test, as he was renowned for his amazing strength. Goku didn't care much for the political affairs of his nation, but he always felt deep in his conscious nagging at him. His Saiya-jin blood.

Saiyan's were an immensely powerful clan that rivaled even the Son Clan. Their immense control of senjutsu and physical discipline were something to be feared. But they were rare, as they rather were caught as trophies and used for other supernatural causes. It was presumed that they went instinct from a deadly plague, but Goku was the one left, and he knew it. Senjutsu was always something that was in Goku's life. He feeded off the life force that his job gave him, and the life around him in turn became even stronger.

So that was that, Goku had journeyed from his small form up north to Kyoto, where he would take the test. Goku arrived in a day, as he took his time walking among the fields. In fact, sightings of a man covered in birds were confirmed among Southern Kyoto.

Goku arrived at Kyoto in his clan's armor that his father gave him as a will. It was an orange Samurai-esque kimono that had the kanji 悟 for Wisdom, and under the kimono was a visible blue undershirt. He had covered his hands with healing cloth for his farmer hands. His reddish-brown tabi's clacked throughout his way to the palace, creating a somewhat distinguishable tune.

His built and muscular figure caught the attention of most men and women, and many followed his path to the palace as he gave off an oozing aura, it caught their curiosity.

Son Goku asked for entrance into the palace and was seen by an elder of the Son clan, realizing that wild hair of Goku since his birth, it quickly enraged him. "You... worthless piece of crap! You were banished from our household a long time ago! What is a worthless scrap of excrement daring to do in the presence of the Jou-sama!?" Was what the elder advisor screamed into the face of Son Goku who didn't care much for the geezer. The Queen herself commanded the man to remain silent and asked the challengers name.

"Hello, Jou-sama, my name is Son Goku." This caught the attention of the Queen, as it sounded familiar to the legendary race. "I come from a lowly farm, just south of our location." He introduced himself, as the gasps and whispers of the crowd behind him echoed throughout the throne room. The Queen nodded towards her advisors, as a group of men struggled to carry the stand that held the staff on top of it, eventually placing it in front of Goku.

"You may now attempt to carry this staff, challenger." Yasaka told Goku, who nodded. He inspected the staff, tapping the staff, making a deep compact sound each time. Yasaka was sweating, she could've sworn she saw the staff budge each time he did. Was it actually going to happen?

Goku placed his hands on top of the staff, and felt it become extremely warm. It radiated ki into him, and made him feel rejuvenated. It was... talking to him?

Yes, it was, and it was telling Goku of his new purpose, but would he accept the burden?

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the new Monkey King has been chosen." Yasaka announced to the crowd as it roared. Goku had been praised with cheers and chants of approval, raining down upon him as he had been lifting the staff with ease. Goku seemed to embrace the pouring approvals and raised his hand in triumph.

Yasaka quickly approached the young Saiya-jin, and noticed a strange scent, and his aura. "It is a pleasure to work with you, Son Goku-sama." Yasaka bowed to Goku, who flinched and apologized for his rudeness. "No no! The pleasure should be mine! Jou-sama!" Goku told Yasaka, who was charmed by this young man. "If it is your wish, you may call me Yasaka."

Goku seemed surprised by the sudden friendly attitude of the Queen, just a moment she had the spirit and charisma of royalty. But it didn't stop the grin from spreading around his face.

The two had retired to a meeting room to discuss.

"So, Goku-sama. Why did you make such a journey to Kyoto in the first place? Why become King?" Yasaka asked Goku, who let out a brief sound that indicated that he was thinking.

"I guess.. I felt like there was something more for me out in this world, and could you cut out the sama? I'm not that used to those titles, so I'd rather just be informal about it!" Goku lightheartedly told Yasaka, who smiled in agreement. "Well I guess Goku-san will do it. But I must ask. I've heard legends about it. That strength and that aura that oozes life... could it be? Are you a Saiya-jin?" Yasaka asked Goku in an almost child-like behavior.

Goku was never open about his heritage, but he told Yasaka. Yasaka gasped. "What a truly remarkable man you are! The last Saiya-jin! Mixed with the Son blood? Wow!" Yasaka kept on in amazement. Goku could only blush in pride. He was a farmer, he wasn't used to this type of attention, especially by a beautiful woman like her.

"It's such a relief! We avoided civil war by just a small margin!" Yasaka sighed in relief. "I hope this doesn't stress you too much, Goku-san. The transition from a farmer to a King is great in itself. But I'm sure you will get the hang of it quite easily. The staff chose you for a reason after all."

Goku nodded in agreement. "The Youkai Army is finally back in shape again. Years of constant threats of war has been aimed at us to destroy us. We were just about to crack until you came." Yasaka informed Goku, who absorbed the information with content.

"I was just thinking, won't the nation be bugged that a peasant became King just like that?" Goku asked Yasaka who nodded. "Not at all, it teaches humility and that actions speak more than the blood you were created from, you will become the hope for a better life in our nation, Goku-san."

Goku smiled and laughed, "Alright! Sounds good to me! Just don't expect much out of my formalities."

Suddenly, several woman came to surround Goku with measuring tapes and rulers. "We greatly apologize, Ou-sama, we are just taking measurements for your armor." The elderly woman told Goku who got over the initial ambush of metric units.

That was also when a photographer came in, briefly bowing. "Excuse me for my rudeness, but could I possibly take a photo of you two shaking hands?" And the two nodded. The women excused themselves out of the room.

The two largest factions in all of Kyoto had their own respective monarchs to rule over the affairs of a newly coming threat.

...

Son Goku had been taking a walk among the Kamogawa River near his respective palace, where he walked along the road that separated the serene waters and the seemingly endless sakura trees. He had been nagged to at least bring a guard but he insisted.

But midway through his walk, his Saiyan senses detected a nearby presence. A sniff of blood and leaves, and it was nearby...

Goku stayed alert as he heard the sound of bushes dancing wildly. He readied into a battle stance as his late-father Bardock had taught him, his eyes rapidly glancing at the forest, but all he heard was a faint thud. He investigated further and saw what seemed like a girl, around his age was lying on the ground.

"Hey! Are you okay!?" Goku shouted at her, quickly running to check on her. She had received bruises and cuts all over her along with a huge bloody spot on her arm. How long had she been like this!? Goku quickly placed his hand on her stomach, and blasted forth a huge wave of Ki throughout her circulatory system, purifying and rejuvenating her body in an instant. She quickly moaned out in ecstasy as this happened, but soon opened her eyes to reveal a golden tint that shined brightly, and it was toward Goku, but she soon fell into a slumber.

Goku sighed, all she needed was a long-deserved rest and she would be fine. Goku carried the girl back to the palace and asked for the nurses to take care of her. He soon retired to his room after a tiring day.

...

Kuroka immediately shot out of the bed on all fours, she glanced wildly around the white room only to see a nurse looking at her with a mixture of confusion and happiness. "We''re glad to see you recovered, ojou-san." The nurse happily told her, who kept her suspicion. "You're a lucky girl, ojou-san, if the King hadn't have found you unconscious among the Kamogawa River, you would've likely bled out." The nurse informed Kuroka, who quickly asked where they were.

"Why, we're in the Monkey Palace!" The nurse informed Kuroka, and suddenly saw a figure walk in. He was wearing some weird orange attire and was carrying some huge staff on his back, along with his wild hair, but... he had an overwhelming scent, and his aura stuck out like oil in water.

"Hey! You're awake! I'm so glad!" Goku told Kuroka, whose face was flushed. She could only look away shyly as Goku heartily laughed. "Well, I guess it's okay if you don't want to talk to me, but you can stay here as long as you want." Goku then excused himself from the room to his office.