Nothing Else Matters
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By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
"How are you?" the young blue-haired woman asked curiously. "We haven't seen each other in so long." She smiled amiably at the short bald man in front of her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She was wearing a blue halter-top and a pair of white shorts that showed off her nice, tone legs.
"Buruma," the bald monk who was dressed in a bright orange gi greeted happily.
"You guys asked me to come visit you, and here I am!"
"It's been a long time," an old man who was wearing a pair of red sunglasses said coming up behind the bald warrior in front of Buruma.
"The house hasn't changed a bit," the woman commented absently, looking around.
"You're so cold-hearted," the old man said. "You never came to visit us until we told you to!"
"Here, I brought you these," Buruma said, shoving a white box under the old man's nose.
"You didn't have to do that," he stated with a sly grin. "Just let me touch your breasts, that's good enough!"
Buruma smacked the old man on the head angrily.
"You're still so boring," he pouted.
"And you're still a dirty old man," she snapped.
"Buruma, how's Yamucha?" the short bald man asked, changing the subject.
"Yamucha, that idiot," she growled. "Do you think I'd know a silly ass like that? We're fighting so I didn't tell him we were going to be here today." She visibly forced herself to calm down. "Let's not talk about that anymore and have a good time today."
"You two are always fighting," the old pervert commented.
"True," the short man agreed.
"How's Lunch?" Buruma asked.
"She went away with Tenshinhan five years ago," the monk answered. "We have no idea where she is now."
~~~
Blue eyes blinked in astonishment as Buruma peeked out of the front door. "Son-kun? Who's that kid?"
The bald monk walked outside, and glanced up at the tall man with wild black hair who was carrying a young boy on his arm. "Goku, are you a part-time baby-sitter?"
"That's my son," Goku told them.
"Goku's son?!" they exclaimed.
"Right," he agreed.
"Say hi to everyone," Goku told the young black-haired boy.
"Hello, everyone," the child said politely with a small bow, his read hat nearly falling off.
"Hello," they all greeted, returning the bow. The old man moved to stand back up, but grunted as he was forced to continue bowing when his back refused to straighten.
"His name is Son Gohan," the tall man told the group.
"Son Gohan?" the old man repeated. "You named him after your late grandfather."
"You're really shocked."
"Bring him here," the old man ordered.
Buruma knelt down in front of the child. "How old are you, Gohan?"
The young boy held up his fingers, counting. "I'm four."
"What a polite young boy," Buruma commented.
"That's because Chichi is very strict," Goku told his long-time friend.
"Gohan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Buruma asked the child.
"A great scholar..."
"Scholar," she repeated dumbly before her eyes focused on the furry appendage that waved behind the boy. "A tail..."
"Just like me," Goku added.
"Really?" the bald monk asked.
Buruma stood up beside her friend, looking at him searchingly. "Is there anything unusual about this boy?"
"Unusual?"
The old pervert appeared on Goku's other side. "Does anything happen on nights when the moon is full?" he demanded.
"Nights when the moon is full?" Goku frowned and looked up thoughtfully. "We always go to bed very early." He glanced at his friends. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing... everything's just fine!" the old man reassured quickly.
"Goku, is he as strong as you were?" the monk asked.
"I think he's going to be very powerful as well," the taller man said, "but Chichi doesn't like me to train him."
"Really? What a shame," the monk said.
"She says the world has become peaceful now," Goku put in. "Martial arts is useless already and that now should be a time for studying."
"So, the naughty girl has turned into a mother who worries so much about education," the old man summarized.
"Is that a dragonball on his cap?" Buruma asked suddenly.
"Yes, it's the fourth dragonball," Goku answered, watching his son. "A legacy of my grandfather so I got it back to put on his cap. Afterwards, I got the third and sixth dragonballs. They're at home."
"How I miss those days," Buruma stated sadly. "Dragonballs..."
"Are you collecting dragonballs because you have a wish?" the bald monk asked, skipping a rock across the ocean rapidly.
"I don't have any wish," Goku answered, following the monk's rock with his own that sped across the water, parting it.
'I thought now that Goku has a family, his power would be less immense,' the old pervert thought watching the rock zip through the air. 'But in fact, he's still so powerful.'
Goku suddenly tensed, looking around. "What is that?"
"What's the matter?" the old man asked worriedly.
"Looks like something is coming in this direction," Goku said, still looking around warily.
"You mean something is coming here?" the short monk asked.
"Maybe it's Yamucha," Buruma put in.
"I feel a very powerful force," Goku said softly. "I just wonder what it is. Here it comes." His head snapped up. "It's here!"
"What is that?"
"Who is it?" Goku demanded.
"What on Earth has that strong of a ki," the old man wondered.
"Now we finally meet," a voice said. A tall warrior with impossibly thick, long spiky hair landed softly in front of the group. "You've grown up a lot. It took me a long time to tell that you are Kakarotto."
"Kakarotto?" Goku repeated.
"Like father, like son," the new arrival said.
"What is this about?" Buruma demanded.
"What's the matter? What's this guy talking about?" the monk asked.
"Kakarotto," the man began again, "what has happened to you? Your mission was to wipe out all human life. What the hell are you up to?!"
"I don't know who you are," the short guy said, approaching the large warrior. "Please go home. Go back now. It's still daytime, you shouldn't be drunk already. Go home."
"Kuririn, don't get close to him!" Goku exclaimed too late, as the large furry belt around the warrior's waist suddenly glowed and moments later, the bald monk was thrown into the house, leaving a good-sized hole. "Kuririn!" Goku yelled, watching his friend. He turned back to the new guest. "Why you..." Goku gasped in surprise. "It's a tail. That guy has a tail too!"
"Looks like you finally know who I am," the tall man said with a small smirk.
"Come here," Buruma told the young boy who was trying desperately to attach himself to his father's leg.
"Kakarotto, how could you have forgotten all of this?" the man demanded angrily.
"I'm not called by that weird name," Goku said. "My name is Son Goku."
"What are you talking about?"
Goku looked down at his son, pulling him away from his leg. "Go over there!"
"You must have hurt your head badly," the warrior stated.
"What?" Goku asked.
"Was your head hit badly when you were young?" he demanded angrily. Goku was still trying to get his son to let go of his leg, and the man growled out, "Answer me now!"
"Yes," Goku said warily, placing a hand on his head. "I don't remember too well but I did hurt my head when I was young."
"What?"
"I still have a scar," Goku added.
"That's what I thought," the warrior snarled.
"So what?" Goku demanded.
"Goku," the old man suddenly interrupted. "Your grandfather Gohan once told me he found a strange object that fell into the valley from the sky. When he looked closer, it turned out to be a round capsule and inside there was a baby with a tail. He brought the child home and took care of him, but the child was hot-tempered and wild. Untamable. Gohan was very frustrated. But one day, the child fell into the valley, hurting his head so badly he almost died. Afterwards, he wasn't vicious any more, he was a very nice boy."
"Were you talking about me?" Goku asked.
"What's that mean?" Buruma asked. "Does this guy have something to do with Son-kun?"
"Who are you?" Goku demanded. "Who are you!?"
"You've forgotten everything," the warrior stated with disgust. "What an idiot." He smirked. "Alright, I'll help you remember because I'll need your help from now on."
Goku looked over his shoulder, spotting his friend moving out of the newly created hole in the house. "Kuririn, are you all right?"
"Goku, be careful," Kuririn warned. "That guy is not a normal person."
"He sure doesn't look normal," Goku said, turning to face the new arrival. "In fact, just facing him like this is kind of scary. And I've never felt this way before."
"I'm telling you that you don't belong on this planet. You were born on a planet called Vejiita. And your race is one of the best warriors in the universe. Saiyajin."
"Best warriors in the universe?" Buruma repeated.
"Saiyajin?" Kuririn asked.
"And I'm your brother, Radditzu."
"Goku's brother?" Kuririn asked stupidly.
"Brother? That's impossible!" Buruma exclaimed.
"Nonsense," Goku agreed.
"Right," Kuririn put in. "If Goku's from another planet then why is here on Earth?"
"The answer is simple. Kakarotto," he said, facing his brother, "you were sent here to wipe out the humans from this planet!"
"What did you say?" Goku demanded.
"We, Saiyajin, are a race of warriors. We go through the whole universe finding suitable planets and destroying the inhabitants there. We then sell the planet at a high price to those aliens that are suitable to live there. That's our job. For planets with inhabitants of strong fighting power, we send adult warriors. For low-class planets, we send babies. Like you."
"If that's true," Kuririn began angrily, "you're a race of mean and lowly rascals. With such deeds, even Piccolo is better than you."
Buruma hugged Goku's young son to her. "You should never send babies by themselves!"
"Kakarotto, even if you don't remember the order, you should have destroyed all those that stand in your way. Lucky for you, this planet has a moon."
"What does the moon have to do with my luck?" Goku asked.
"Stop pretending," Radditzu snapped. "When the moon is full, we Saiyajin can perform at our best."
"What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean."
"What?" He blinked and looked down at Goku's middle. "Is your tail...? What's wrong with your tail!?"
"It was cut off a long time ago," Goku told the irritated man.
"My god... You idiot!" he growled. "That's why you've been getting along so well with the objects of this planet!"
"That's enough!" Goku snapped. "Even if I'm whatever Kakarotto from another planet... Even if you are my brother... It doesn't matter! Like Kuririn said, you guys are the lowest and the worst. I'm Son Goku. I've grown up on this world. Go back!"
"Right!" Buruma said bravely.
"That's right," the old man put in quickly. "No matter what happened in the past, Son Goku is one of the best inhabitants of this planet!"
"Goku has saved this world. Go back," Kuririn added.
"That's impossible," Radditzu said. "The Saiyajin are an endangered race. A meteorite struck the star of Vejiita, and it exploded. Like you, the others were sent to another planet, and escaped the disaster too. Before the disaster, I had already found a planet we could sell at a high price and I want to start attacking it, but it'll be a tough war if it's just the three of us. Then I suddenly remembered you, Kakarotto. Although your fighting power is not good enough, you'll still be of use to us," he explained walking towards his brother.
"Don't come closer," Goku warned.
"Wake up, Kakarotto. The blood of a Saiyajin flows through you!"
"I'm scared," little Gohan said, still being embraced in Buruma's arms.
"Nonsense!" Goku snapped. "I'll never help you."
"I see," Radditzu said. His dark eyes focused on the child within the blue-haired females arms. "I just noticed him just now. That must be your son, Kakarotto. Is that your pretty mate with the brat?"
"You're wrong!"
"It's useless for you to lie," Radditzu scolded, still approaching the group. "What's that tail? It is proof that he has Saiyajin blood."
"So what?" Goku said.
"Your becoming a father isn't very cooperative. Maybe your son will help you to be more so," he stated, coming forward again.
"Don't come closer!" Goku warned. "If you come any closer, you'll be sorry!"
Goku bent down in a defensive crouch. And the Saiyajin smirked at his brother. Goku launched himself at Radditzu, but received a fist in his gut for his effort. Goku collapsed to his knees, holding his stomach.
"Papa!" Gohan exclaimed fearfully as Radditzu lifted the young child into the air by the back of his shirt. "Papa!"
"Don't go!" Kuririn exclaimed.
"Gohan!" Buruma called, running up to the warrior. Radditzu backhanded the blue-haired female and she flew into the wall of the house, making another hole. Then blackness enveloped her.
~~~
Buruma moaned and opened her eyes, blinking.
"Buruma?"
"Daddy?" she asked, turning her head towards the voice.
"You've got a nasty head injury, Buruma. Apparently, you hit your head on the cement frame of Kame-sennin's house."
"Daddy?"
"Dr. Briefs, would you mind?" a deep voice interrupted, and moved to the bedside. He placed his hands on her face, shining a light in her pupils. "Briefs-san, tell me what you see," the man requested.
A tear made its way down her cheek. "Nothing. I can't see anything," she stated, her eyes open, but unresponsive to the little light the doctor moved over her eyes.
She was blind.
~~~
AN: A great reader gave this idea to me! *Huggles* Thanks Heeroluva! I changed the idea a bit, *grins*, but the blind idea was hers.
Lovies!
Disclaimer: O_o
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
"How are you?" the young blue-haired woman asked curiously. "We haven't seen each other in so long." She smiled amiably at the short bald man in front of her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She was wearing a blue halter-top and a pair of white shorts that showed off her nice, tone legs.
"Buruma," the bald monk who was dressed in a bright orange gi greeted happily.
"You guys asked me to come visit you, and here I am!"
"It's been a long time," an old man who was wearing a pair of red sunglasses said coming up behind the bald warrior in front of Buruma.
"The house hasn't changed a bit," the woman commented absently, looking around.
"You're so cold-hearted," the old man said. "You never came to visit us until we told you to!"
"Here, I brought you these," Buruma said, shoving a white box under the old man's nose.
"You didn't have to do that," he stated with a sly grin. "Just let me touch your breasts, that's good enough!"
Buruma smacked the old man on the head angrily.
"You're still so boring," he pouted.
"And you're still a dirty old man," she snapped.
"Buruma, how's Yamucha?" the short bald man asked, changing the subject.
"Yamucha, that idiot," she growled. "Do you think I'd know a silly ass like that? We're fighting so I didn't tell him we were going to be here today." She visibly forced herself to calm down. "Let's not talk about that anymore and have a good time today."
"You two are always fighting," the old pervert commented.
"True," the short man agreed.
"How's Lunch?" Buruma asked.
"She went away with Tenshinhan five years ago," the monk answered. "We have no idea where she is now."
~~~
Blue eyes blinked in astonishment as Buruma peeked out of the front door. "Son-kun? Who's that kid?"
The bald monk walked outside, and glanced up at the tall man with wild black hair who was carrying a young boy on his arm. "Goku, are you a part-time baby-sitter?"
"That's my son," Goku told them.
"Goku's son?!" they exclaimed.
"Right," he agreed.
"Say hi to everyone," Goku told the young black-haired boy.
"Hello, everyone," the child said politely with a small bow, his read hat nearly falling off.
"Hello," they all greeted, returning the bow. The old man moved to stand back up, but grunted as he was forced to continue bowing when his back refused to straighten.
"His name is Son Gohan," the tall man told the group.
"Son Gohan?" the old man repeated. "You named him after your late grandfather."
"You're really shocked."
"Bring him here," the old man ordered.
Buruma knelt down in front of the child. "How old are you, Gohan?"
The young boy held up his fingers, counting. "I'm four."
"What a polite young boy," Buruma commented.
"That's because Chichi is very strict," Goku told his long-time friend.
"Gohan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Buruma asked the child.
"A great scholar..."
"Scholar," she repeated dumbly before her eyes focused on the furry appendage that waved behind the boy. "A tail..."
"Just like me," Goku added.
"Really?" the bald monk asked.
Buruma stood up beside her friend, looking at him searchingly. "Is there anything unusual about this boy?"
"Unusual?"
The old pervert appeared on Goku's other side. "Does anything happen on nights when the moon is full?" he demanded.
"Nights when the moon is full?" Goku frowned and looked up thoughtfully. "We always go to bed very early." He glanced at his friends. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing... everything's just fine!" the old man reassured quickly.
"Goku, is he as strong as you were?" the monk asked.
"I think he's going to be very powerful as well," the taller man said, "but Chichi doesn't like me to train him."
"Really? What a shame," the monk said.
"She says the world has become peaceful now," Goku put in. "Martial arts is useless already and that now should be a time for studying."
"So, the naughty girl has turned into a mother who worries so much about education," the old man summarized.
"Is that a dragonball on his cap?" Buruma asked suddenly.
"Yes, it's the fourth dragonball," Goku answered, watching his son. "A legacy of my grandfather so I got it back to put on his cap. Afterwards, I got the third and sixth dragonballs. They're at home."
"How I miss those days," Buruma stated sadly. "Dragonballs..."
"Are you collecting dragonballs because you have a wish?" the bald monk asked, skipping a rock across the ocean rapidly.
"I don't have any wish," Goku answered, following the monk's rock with his own that sped across the water, parting it.
'I thought now that Goku has a family, his power would be less immense,' the old pervert thought watching the rock zip through the air. 'But in fact, he's still so powerful.'
Goku suddenly tensed, looking around. "What is that?"
"What's the matter?" the old man asked worriedly.
"Looks like something is coming in this direction," Goku said, still looking around warily.
"You mean something is coming here?" the short monk asked.
"Maybe it's Yamucha," Buruma put in.
"I feel a very powerful force," Goku said softly. "I just wonder what it is. Here it comes." His head snapped up. "It's here!"
"What is that?"
"Who is it?" Goku demanded.
"What on Earth has that strong of a ki," the old man wondered.
"Now we finally meet," a voice said. A tall warrior with impossibly thick, long spiky hair landed softly in front of the group. "You've grown up a lot. It took me a long time to tell that you are Kakarotto."
"Kakarotto?" Goku repeated.
"Like father, like son," the new arrival said.
"What is this about?" Buruma demanded.
"What's the matter? What's this guy talking about?" the monk asked.
"Kakarotto," the man began again, "what has happened to you? Your mission was to wipe out all human life. What the hell are you up to?!"
"I don't know who you are," the short guy said, approaching the large warrior. "Please go home. Go back now. It's still daytime, you shouldn't be drunk already. Go home."
"Kuririn, don't get close to him!" Goku exclaimed too late, as the large furry belt around the warrior's waist suddenly glowed and moments later, the bald monk was thrown into the house, leaving a good-sized hole. "Kuririn!" Goku yelled, watching his friend. He turned back to the new guest. "Why you..." Goku gasped in surprise. "It's a tail. That guy has a tail too!"
"Looks like you finally know who I am," the tall man said with a small smirk.
"Come here," Buruma told the young boy who was trying desperately to attach himself to his father's leg.
"Kakarotto, how could you have forgotten all of this?" the man demanded angrily.
"I'm not called by that weird name," Goku said. "My name is Son Goku."
"What are you talking about?"
Goku looked down at his son, pulling him away from his leg. "Go over there!"
"You must have hurt your head badly," the warrior stated.
"What?" Goku asked.
"Was your head hit badly when you were young?" he demanded angrily. Goku was still trying to get his son to let go of his leg, and the man growled out, "Answer me now!"
"Yes," Goku said warily, placing a hand on his head. "I don't remember too well but I did hurt my head when I was young."
"What?"
"I still have a scar," Goku added.
"That's what I thought," the warrior snarled.
"So what?" Goku demanded.
"Goku," the old man suddenly interrupted. "Your grandfather Gohan once told me he found a strange object that fell into the valley from the sky. When he looked closer, it turned out to be a round capsule and inside there was a baby with a tail. He brought the child home and took care of him, but the child was hot-tempered and wild. Untamable. Gohan was very frustrated. But one day, the child fell into the valley, hurting his head so badly he almost died. Afterwards, he wasn't vicious any more, he was a very nice boy."
"Were you talking about me?" Goku asked.
"What's that mean?" Buruma asked. "Does this guy have something to do with Son-kun?"
"Who are you?" Goku demanded. "Who are you!?"
"You've forgotten everything," the warrior stated with disgust. "What an idiot." He smirked. "Alright, I'll help you remember because I'll need your help from now on."
Goku looked over his shoulder, spotting his friend moving out of the newly created hole in the house. "Kuririn, are you all right?"
"Goku, be careful," Kuririn warned. "That guy is not a normal person."
"He sure doesn't look normal," Goku said, turning to face the new arrival. "In fact, just facing him like this is kind of scary. And I've never felt this way before."
"I'm telling you that you don't belong on this planet. You were born on a planet called Vejiita. And your race is one of the best warriors in the universe. Saiyajin."
"Best warriors in the universe?" Buruma repeated.
"Saiyajin?" Kuririn asked.
"And I'm your brother, Radditzu."
"Goku's brother?" Kuririn asked stupidly.
"Brother? That's impossible!" Buruma exclaimed.
"Nonsense," Goku agreed.
"Right," Kuririn put in. "If Goku's from another planet then why is here on Earth?"
"The answer is simple. Kakarotto," he said, facing his brother, "you were sent here to wipe out the humans from this planet!"
"What did you say?" Goku demanded.
"We, Saiyajin, are a race of warriors. We go through the whole universe finding suitable planets and destroying the inhabitants there. We then sell the planet at a high price to those aliens that are suitable to live there. That's our job. For planets with inhabitants of strong fighting power, we send adult warriors. For low-class planets, we send babies. Like you."
"If that's true," Kuririn began angrily, "you're a race of mean and lowly rascals. With such deeds, even Piccolo is better than you."
Buruma hugged Goku's young son to her. "You should never send babies by themselves!"
"Kakarotto, even if you don't remember the order, you should have destroyed all those that stand in your way. Lucky for you, this planet has a moon."
"What does the moon have to do with my luck?" Goku asked.
"Stop pretending," Radditzu snapped. "When the moon is full, we Saiyajin can perform at our best."
"What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean."
"What?" He blinked and looked down at Goku's middle. "Is your tail...? What's wrong with your tail!?"
"It was cut off a long time ago," Goku told the irritated man.
"My god... You idiot!" he growled. "That's why you've been getting along so well with the objects of this planet!"
"That's enough!" Goku snapped. "Even if I'm whatever Kakarotto from another planet... Even if you are my brother... It doesn't matter! Like Kuririn said, you guys are the lowest and the worst. I'm Son Goku. I've grown up on this world. Go back!"
"Right!" Buruma said bravely.
"That's right," the old man put in quickly. "No matter what happened in the past, Son Goku is one of the best inhabitants of this planet!"
"Goku has saved this world. Go back," Kuririn added.
"That's impossible," Radditzu said. "The Saiyajin are an endangered race. A meteorite struck the star of Vejiita, and it exploded. Like you, the others were sent to another planet, and escaped the disaster too. Before the disaster, I had already found a planet we could sell at a high price and I want to start attacking it, but it'll be a tough war if it's just the three of us. Then I suddenly remembered you, Kakarotto. Although your fighting power is not good enough, you'll still be of use to us," he explained walking towards his brother.
"Don't come closer," Goku warned.
"Wake up, Kakarotto. The blood of a Saiyajin flows through you!"
"I'm scared," little Gohan said, still being embraced in Buruma's arms.
"Nonsense!" Goku snapped. "I'll never help you."
"I see," Radditzu said. His dark eyes focused on the child within the blue-haired females arms. "I just noticed him just now. That must be your son, Kakarotto. Is that your pretty mate with the brat?"
"You're wrong!"
"It's useless for you to lie," Radditzu scolded, still approaching the group. "What's that tail? It is proof that he has Saiyajin blood."
"So what?" Goku said.
"Your becoming a father isn't very cooperative. Maybe your son will help you to be more so," he stated, coming forward again.
"Don't come closer!" Goku warned. "If you come any closer, you'll be sorry!"
Goku bent down in a defensive crouch. And the Saiyajin smirked at his brother. Goku launched himself at Radditzu, but received a fist in his gut for his effort. Goku collapsed to his knees, holding his stomach.
"Papa!" Gohan exclaimed fearfully as Radditzu lifted the young child into the air by the back of his shirt. "Papa!"
"Don't go!" Kuririn exclaimed.
"Gohan!" Buruma called, running up to the warrior. Radditzu backhanded the blue-haired female and she flew into the wall of the house, making another hole. Then blackness enveloped her.
~~~
Buruma moaned and opened her eyes, blinking.
"Buruma?"
"Daddy?" she asked, turning her head towards the voice.
"You've got a nasty head injury, Buruma. Apparently, you hit your head on the cement frame of Kame-sennin's house."
"Daddy?"
"Dr. Briefs, would you mind?" a deep voice interrupted, and moved to the bedside. He placed his hands on her face, shining a light in her pupils. "Briefs-san, tell me what you see," the man requested.
A tear made its way down her cheek. "Nothing. I can't see anything," she stated, her eyes open, but unresponsive to the little light the doctor moved over her eyes.
She was blind.
~~~
AN: A great reader gave this idea to me! *Huggles* Thanks Heeroluva! I changed the idea a bit, *grins*, but the blind idea was hers.
Lovies!