Tale 1: They Fall From The Sky
"What are you doing? You have no right!"
Her voice was drowned by the cackling of her younger sister Pust, who held her body in stasis. Her elder sister— Feter— raised her mystic staff,
"You always were odd, Presin."
"You're not yourse-
Presin's pleas were cut short as Feter and Pust overpowered her with their magicks. An aura was torn from Presin and divided amongst the pair in a matter of seconds. When the diamond grip loosened, she collapsed onto the ground like a ragdoll. She shook at the shock and stared at the marble floor.
"Now, Pust." Spoke Feter, "Let's send her down to that planet she adores so dearly."
Pust cackled, "Okay". Feter pointed her staff to one side of Presin, while Pust pointed a small ornate dagger at the other side. They each made a circular motion, and two portals appeared each side of her.
"Please..." said Presin, "Please, don't send me to that filthy world!"
The two portals moved round and aligned, merging together behind Presin. Clouds could be seen on the other side and a wind blew through, blowing Presin's hair in front of her face. "You won't make me!" Weakly, she rose to stand and clutched the golden longbow from her back with one hand. With her other hand she pulled an arrow from the quiver and aimed it between her sisters. Feter laughed loudly,
"Pathetic! You're not even there yet, but you're already acting like one of them."
"Yes." Joined in Pust, "You'll fit in well!"
Presin screamed, and released her arrow. The arrow shot through the air like lightning, before splitting apart into two; each aimed at a different sister. When the light subsided, both of the arrows clattered across the floor by each sister's side.
"What's it like to be weak?" Asked Pust.
Feter laughed again, "Pathetic, just like you always were!" She shot up to stand right in front of Presin and stared into her eyes. "Go..."
Feter smacked Presin with the butt of her staff. Presin fell through the portal and her body was swept away by the wind into the clouds. The portal closed.
Presin looked like a teenage girl, with long dark grey hair that was tied into strange buns at either side of her head. Her skin was a dark shade of purple and she wore a simple black dress with ornate golden fixtures that bore her emblem. Her feet were wrapped in black sandals that crossed upwards to her knees.
The unconscious entity fell from the sky like a dead bird. She landed suddenly against hard white floor... The Palace of Earth's God, Dende.
"What's this Mr. Popo?" The strange servant stood over the girl wearing his usual blank face. "Hmm. Mr. Popo feels uneasy."
After Dende had recovered her injuries, Presin stood quietly out on the main area, watching the sun. Dende and Mr. Popo were standing a few paces behind, talking quietly amongst themselves.
"She's not from Earth, I'll give you that." Said Dende, "But that's obviously not a reason to distrust her."
Presin winced and rubbed her watering eyes.
"But you're right Popo. Her chi is... Weird."
Presin turned around. After a moment's thought, she walked to the bewildered god and his servant.
"You're Kami Sama, right?"
"Y-yes, and who are you?"
"My name is Presin... I'm... I'm looking for someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
"I believe you call him, Son Goku?"
"Ever since they bought me this thing, it's been ringing non-stop!"
"You must have a lot of friends, Goku!"
"This is why I never wanted one!"
Goku pulled the Capsule Corp. emblazoned device from the folds in his blue and green gi and unfolded it, "Yeah?"
Oob could hear the voice on the other end, despite the fact they were flying through the sky so fast.
"Hey is this Goku?" Came the muffled voice.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Pan!"
"Hey Pan! How are you since we last spoke... Ten minutes ago?"
"You said you were about to leave! Where are you?"
"We did and we're just coming in over Herculopolis now!"
"Well, hurry up!"
"Are you mad at me, Pan? Pan? Hello?" He stared at the phone with bewilderment.
"She hung up, Goku."
"Ah! Right."
Goku and Oob found a spot to land where there weren't many people. After walking for a couple of minutes past the strange sites of the city, a voice broke through with no regard for the passers-by's eardrums.
"GRANDPA!"
She screamed. Pan blasted across the pavement and tackled Goku in the chest, sending him flying into a planted tree. The tree fell onto its side like a snapped reed. Oob stared silently while the girl squeezed Goku tight enough to make even him uncomfortable.
"Okay Pan, I think you're a little over-excited!"
"Sorry grandpa!" She said, leaping off of him. Strangers stared at them and the broken tree.
"Uh..." Goku got to his feet, "L-let's go to the academy, huh?"
"Who's that guy?" Pan pointed at Oob.
"That's Oob! You remember Oob, don't you? He's the one who I'm trai-
"Whatever, let me show you around grandpa!"
Pan grabbed Goku's hand and pulled him forwards toward Herculopolis Academy, forcing him to hunch over slightly as he walked. Oob trailed behind.
"This is Herculopolis Academy! Ages 5 to 18!" Started Pan, "This area is the gardens, which is at the front of the academy. It really is bigger than it looks!"
"Wow that's great 'n' all, but it's Oob you really should be showing around."
"Huh?" She turned to face Oob.
"I've explained this before, Pan! Oob's parents only let me train him on the condition I get him an education. So, I got Grandpa Hercule to pull some strings for me."
"Uhhuh." She stared at Goku for a moment. "C'mon, let me show you my classrooms!"
Meanwhile, two girls were sitting atop one of the hedges bordering the gardens, watching Goku, Pan and Oob enter the academy.
"Goten's dad is hotter than I remember!"
"Marron! He's like the same age as your dad."
"Well B, he doesn't look like it. He's like Goten only... Mature."
"My dad says he's a loser. Just like Pan. Loser family!"
Marron turned to the purple haired girl, "You two are still fighting? C'mon, it's been weeks already."
"She's such a tomboy! Girls should be girls, just 'cause we're saiyans doesn't mean we should join the martial arts club. She's such a geek."
"Ooh, you said the s-word!"
"Don't tell anyone I said that!"
"I won't, Bra." Teased Marron. Bra slammed her fist into Marron's arm, knocking her off the bush.
"Ow, B!"
"S-sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"...It's okay..." Marron stood up and brushed the grass off her yellow dress. "I'm gonna go say hi to Goku. You can stay here if you want."
"Whatever."
"This is where I have my science class. I don't really like science, I break the equipment sometimes and Miss Argon yells at me."
"Still not got much control over your strength then, huh?"
Oob tried to peek his neck through the doorway to look at the classroom, but Pan was pulling Goku into it and obstructing his path. Marron walked down the corridor and her eyes met with Oob. She recognized him instantly and smiled.
"Hey! You're Oob, right?"
"Y-yes." He fell quieter than usual.
"Hey Goku!" Goku turned around with a vacant look, before noticing Marron,
"Hey! It's... Uh..." Goku placed his hands on her shoulders, "...No. 18... Right?"
"N-No... It's Marron... Her daughter?"
"Oh yeah, Kuririn's kid! Wow, you get taller every time I see ya! You know when you were little you looked kinda like your dad, so I was worried... But now you look like your mom so, good news there, huh?" Fortunately, Marron laughed,
"Yeah, real good news!" She turned to Pan, "Being a good tour guide, Pan?"
"Hell yeah! Where's B?"
"She's out in the gardens, Pan."
Pan quickly contradicted herself and abandoned the tour, running down the corridor.
"What was that all about?" Asked Goku.
"She and Bra have been fighting. I guess she wants to go back to being friends again."
"Everytime I come back, those two either hate each other or love each other."
"Pan! No running in the hall!" A voice echoed down the hallway. The source clapped down with her high heels to approach Goku, Oob and Marron. She wore a sharp business suit, with a pair of ornate glasses and hair that was so tightly slicked back it made her forehead creaseless. She offered a sharp hand to Oob,
"I'm Mrs. Plateen, headmistress of Hercolopolis Academy. A pleasure to meet you, Oob Namu."
"G-Goku..." Whispered Oob, "What do I do?"
"Shake it!" Goku whispered back. Oob obeyed and grabbed her hand, shaking it violently.
"Oh my, a strong grip..." She looked Oob up and down, with a strong expression of disapproval. "Sort your clothes out, this school maybe named after Hercule but it certainly isn't a dojo, and that hair." She fluffed Oob's black Mohawk with her hand, "Either shave it all off or don't shave it all, you hear?"
"Y-yes Headmistress..."
"Good." She smiled at Oob, "Welcome to Hercolopolis Academy!"