NARUTO THE SUPER SAIYAN BY TRIDENTWATCH
NARUTO IS WEAK! HE NEEDS TO TURN STRONG, AND NOW HE FINDS THE RIGHT INSTRUCTOR TO TEACH HIM. THIS STORY HAS NARUTO PAIRED UP WITH SAKURA.
Naruto was a ten year old kid with a big grin. He was nothing more than a trouble maker and as Iruka-sensei who was his teacher was chasing him for painting the Hokage monuments again, he thought about how nice it was to be such a pro at trouble making. He was the best at it, and nobody could take that away from him. He might not be good at anything else which was probably why nobody liked him (he thought), but he had a dream: TO BECOME THE HOKAGE! And he had another dream that he never told anyone: TO BECOME THE BEST AT EVERYTHING! Then nobody would hate him.
As he was running down the crowded market street, he did not realize how close he was to a life changing moment. "Come back here, Naruto!" Iruka yelled angrily as he chased Naruto, but Naruto was a pretty fast boy. He was skinny and a bundle of energy while Iruka was getting fat and complacent with his easy teaching job. Luckily he had Naruto this year to keep him fit.
"Never!" Naruto yelled back and turned a corner to a side street. He had never been here before, but oh well, live and learn and what not. He didn't hold much stock in learning except when he had to learn jutsus but Iruka never showed him any cool jutsus. There was that one time he showed the class the Bunshin jutsu but Naruto couldn't master it. Maybe it was too advanced. Maybe it wasn't cool enough? Who knew.
"Naruto!" Iruka gasped, panting hard as he stared after the blonde haired kid. "Ah fuck it, this is not worth it." He said, and went home when he normally would have continued the chase. "The brat is not worth chasing, let him paint the monuments all he wants. If the ninja really want it clean, they can catch them himself."
Naruto did not know Iruka had stopped chasing him, or else he would have been pretty sad at his daily entertainment shot down. He had a large grin on his face as he ran down the street. With a skid he came to a stop as he saw a huge white building: THE KONOHA LIBRARY. The sign said.
Naruto suddenly had an idea that would change his life. "Iruka will never look for me in here," Naruto said to himself. "So I can go in and hide, and he will never find me because I never read anyways."
Naruto went in with big strides, opened the wooden door and when he entered he sneezed at all the dust.
"Hey, be quiet! This is a library!" A really old man screamed in his face, ten times louder than the sound of Naruto sneezing.
"Ah, sorry old man. Who are you?" Naruto asked. "Are you a liberarion?
"A librarian." The old man said, correcting his pronunciation. "I know why you are here of course. You want books! To read! Right?"
Naruto started to shake his head, but then remembered Iruka chasing him. "Of course I do! I need to be smart if I want to become the Hokage."
The old man nodded, smiling happily. "Of course you do. Now the library is really crowded and normally I wouldn't be able to help you but this time I will make an acceptation."
Naruto frowned. "There's nobody here, old man."
The old man shushed him. "Shush! This is a library, be quiet." Then he scratched his chin. He was really tall and fat as well, he looked like a giant. He had a white beard and carried a cane in his left hand. He also wore a monocle on his right eye. What really struck Naruto was his cloudy white eyes. This man had no pupils! He also had a seal on his forehead like a caged bird.
"Hey what's with your eyes? Are you blind?" Naruto asked.
"NO! I mean, yes kind of." The old man admitted. "I used to have the Byakugen and I used ot be a ninja too but I am retired. I lost my right eye in a battle." He took off his monocle and popped it out. "This one's plastic."
Naruto gulped. This man was really weird! "Okay, so…"
"Yes, you want books. I will show you some good ones." He grabbed the boy on the shoulder and pulled him to the shelves. The library was big and dusty and filled with twenty rows of shelves that were as high as ten Narutos stacked on top of each other.
The old man pulled out a really fat one, led Naruto on a desk in the corner next to a painting of a nude woman, and sat him down. "Now, how do you like this one?" He said and slammed the book down, making a lot of dust.
Naruto sneezed. He looked at the book, and went, "Huh?"
"What? You don't like it?"
"Old man. I don't know how to read…" Naruto shrugged helplessly.
"You don't know how to read!" The old man gasped in horror. "What a tragedy! A young man like you doesn't know how to read!"
"Hey it's not my fault. Nobody ever taught me," Naruto exclaimed angrily.
"Well, that's terrible. I'll teach you boy, never fear." The old man said. "Let's start with something really simple. I know, manga!"
"What's that?"
"Picture books. It's also called comics. Would you like to see some?" The old man asked and without waiting for a reply scurried off to the back row of the shelves. He came back with a stack of books in his arms.
Naruto squinted at the big red lettered title. Beside the title there were these little round orange balls, and under the title was a man standing on a rock with wind blowing through his hair. He also had a tail. "What's this?"
"This, my boy, is called: DRAGON BALL Z!"