Dragon Ball: TNP
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT are all owned by Funimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV and Akira Toriyama. The following is fan based story that does not claim ownership or profit from the above franchise in any way.
Age 788- Location: West City
It has been 14 years since the heroic defeat of the magical pink enemy that had threatened the existence of not only the inhabitants of Earth, but of the whole universe. The Z fighters and their loved ones returned to their normal lives. Capsule Corporation, inventor of the portable DynoCaps, had not only revolutionized the transportation industry but the entire commercial market. However, as time passed, just like any other technological invention, imitators began to flood the market, causing Capsule Corporation to lose share. Capsule Corporation desperately tried to design the next innovative product by funding several projects of promising young scientists. Only now, had one such project of a gifted scientist come to fruition.
"Dr. Pullie, Dr. Pullie," yelled as the scientist came scrambling down the hall. "Everyone is waiting for you in the conference room. Your presentation was set to begin five minutes ago. You do know that Mrs. Briefs is not known for her patience, especially when it comes to matters effecting her company. She will have both of our jobs if we do anything to hinder this deal."
"I know. Enough of your lecturing," Dr. Pullie muttered angrily as the glass doors to his office slid open. He was tired of his colleague's incessant whining. Even more so, he could no longer stand working for Bulma Briefs. If it wasn't her loud and booming voice, it was her nagging and borderline abusive personality. "I just need a couple of minutes to finish my calculations." Satisfied but equally nervous, Dr. Pullie's colleague left the room to deliver the message to the awaiting board members of the Capsule Corporation and several investors.
After entering a string of commands into his computer, Dr. Pullie's work station seemed to come to life. Empty beakers as clear as diamonds began rolling on a conveyer belt towards the mouth of the machine. As each glass container finished its journey, a warm green colored liquid began to slowly seep out of the nozzle of the mechanical device. Once all the vials were adequately filled, Dr. Pullie placed them under a set of laser scanners.
After approximately 30 seconds, a feminine yet robotic voice stated, "Analysis complete. It is reasonable to conclude that the samples will be 60% effective."
The dismayed scientist sighed as he took off his glasses. Wiping his brow with his handkerchief, Dr. Pullie exclaimed, "This isn't enough! After all these tireless years of research, after all of my trials and errors, it seems like I will need her help. If my father would have known, he would be rolling in his grave. Anyways, this will have to do. I will repay Bulma for everything she has done."
As the doctor finished his last comment, he emphasized his belief by slamming his hand down on the laboratory table. Grabbing his decade long experiment, Dr. Pullie walked adamantly towards the meeting that will save Capsule Corporation and bring the company back to the forefront of the technological industry. As the doors to his office slid closed, a small crack began to form on the very spot where Dr. Pullie had physically expressed his opinion. The minute fissure spread until it encompassed all sides of the laboratory table, splitting the workstation in two, destroying the precious machinery that had previously laid flat. As no presence was detected in the office, the fluorescent lighting went black.