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t was a bright and sunny day in Turtle Glade. The kind of day you just want to take off your socks and stretch out for a while. The kind of day that makes a good argument for outdoor barbecue. The kind of day that makes life works living.It was the kind of day one knew was going to end up being very very strange.
Fudge had this kind of strange premonition that it was going to be such a day. The sun was shining brightly through the window of his small room. He got up from his mat on the floor and stretched out.
"Welp, another day, another Zen*...at least it would be another Zen, if I actually got some customers." Fudge sighed. He was okay for now, living on what nature had to give you was what he had been used to for a long time now. He hadn't had a customer for what seems like an eternity.
*Zen is the currency of the world here ^-^ -Ten
Of course, nobody wants to learn the martial arts anymore
Fudge conceded. "Bah! There's no point feeling sorry for myself. Besides, who knows what could happen today?" Fudge was lucky to have such optimism.Fudge was the Master Trainer at the Bowl School of Martial Arts, and even though he was only twenty-two, he was considered one of the more talented martial artists in the Region. Fudge was always adept at Martial Arts, for some reason or another, and he surpassed his old Master, Bowl-III in miraculous time. Which is why Bowl-III passed the school on to him.
In it's heyday, the Bowl school of Martial Arts was renown for it's seemingly superhuman students and champions. The local Districts Budukai has them ranked #2 in complete earnings. But this had been a bad year for the School. It seemed either people were fed up with the so called Arts of the Soul, or they just rather watch the latest Teen Angst Drama. In either case, it meant a bad business for the School, and a lonely life for Fudge.
Fudge stretched his tanned muscled limbs and proceeded to do his daily warm-up, which consisted of 1000 sit ups, 900 push-ups, a light bench-pressing of a couple 50 pound weights and 3 hours of aerobics and Form practice. After his warm-up he was sweating profusely, and content with his effort, went to wash up and shower.
*I know there's a really term for Form Practice. .Kati or something, anyone know? - Ten
Fudge got dressed in his traditional Chinese-style dress, a large red front shirt with large square buttons in front, and a pair of baggy pants and weighted boots for his feet. While in this garb he didn't look too impressive, Fudge was indeed very cut. He was around 6 feet tall, with brown spiky hair. His eyes seemed to stay permanently shut, even though they were very acute. He sported a handsome face and tanned skin from his days outdoors.*
*Basically he looks like a chiseled Brock from Pokémon, OK? ^_^
Brock --er I mean Fudge ( Hee Hee ) was about to finish the last bit of watermelon he was having as a desert for brunch, when he heard a sound he hadn't heard for quite a while. It was the sound of a car..about one kilometer away. Now Fudge and his school lived way out in the boonies, so any car passing this way must either be lost or...
"Customers? Woah that would be....man I knew it, I knew there was something weird about this day." Fudge said to himself. Still he waited in the house as the car continued to speed on the road.
Fudge could see clearly now. The car was an aqua compact Saturn vehicle, he could clearly see a middle aged man on the drivers side, talking heatedly with a woman on the passenger side. It almost seemed like they were arguing. Fudge couldn't see if there was anyone else in the car with them.
"Meh" Fudge shrugged. "I'll see when they get here." Fudge stood up from his wooden stool as the car came to a stop only a few meters from the School. A middle-aged man and his slightly younger wife came out of the car, still discussing...whatever it was they were discussing. The man was wearing glasses, with the classic middle-aged haircut. He wasn't bad looking at any stretch. His wife was quite the looker too, with red curly hair that went down to her shoulders and a slim physique.
What in the world are people like them doing out here?
Fudge thought to himself. He knew they were definitely here for the school..but for wha--Fudge got his answer, at least partially. The woman went to the back seat of the car and out came a little, fussy, yet very cute little girl. The little girl had stark black hair, short cut and cropped around her big ears. She had enormous black eyes and seemed to be enjoying whatever was happening around her. She was dressed in a simple pink shirt, crumpled and twisted as if it had to be forced on her, and black pants. Her wardrobe was finished off with simple cloth sandles. She certainly didn't seem like the daughter of those two high-class people that were towing her along. But that wasn't the strangest thing about her.
The strangest thing about her was clearly the furry brown monkey tail that popped out from under her shirt, right above her bottom.
Wha..?
Fudge could only imagine what this meant. He had seen some weird looking species and people on this planet, but none like a perfect human being with a monkey tail.The couple held the girls hands, and brought her over to Fudge, who was now standing outside the school for a formal greeting.
"Good morning, kind people. Welcome to the Bowl School of Martial Arts. Is there something I can help you with?" Fudge greeted the couple formally.
"I still don't think this is a good idea." The woman told the man. "What about her schoolwork. I think if we still encourage her-"
The man looked at her. "Ahem, he just greeted us.", he said beneath his breath. "Hi, I'm Dr. Ruu Ten, this is my wife, Kumi." he gestured towards the woman holding the girls hand.
"Pleased to meet you." Kumi hastily grumbled.
"Oh the pleasure is all mine.", Fudge finished, wearing the biggest smile he could, even though a big bead of sweat was preparing to fall down the side of his face.
"And this, here," Ruu gestured towards the little girl, "is our daughter, Mou."
"Hi! You look strong" , Mou put simply.
"Hi..um, hello there" Fudge said. He couldn't quite explain it, but for some reason, he thought the girl "looked" strong too. But how strong could a four, maybe five year old girl be?
"He is strong honey," Ruu said to the girl. "He owns a Karate school. Now," He turned to face Fudge, " we would like to enroll Mou here for classes. How much are you asking for?"
Needless to say, Fudge was a bit frazzled by this. "Uh, well, actually we're not a karate school, we teach a very specific Jusjitsu..and I don't know if we take..um..children." Fudge finished weakly.
"Where's the other people?" Mou suddenly asked.
"Uh, well there are no other people." Fudge answered
"But you said 'we'. Do you own a pet?" Mou asked again
"No...no pet..Uh, the other students are on..vacation! Yeah that's it. They're having a break." Fudge lied. Hey he had a reputation to maintain didn't he?
"Listen, Mr..umm," Ruu started. Fudge told him his name and he continued. " Mr. Fudge, you're school is the only school remotely near our home. And we think she'd greatly experience from the training of a Karate master. Besides, it seems it's all she wants to do."
"It wouldn't be a problem if you lived in the City with all the rest of the SANE doctors." Kumi grumbled.
Fudge saw an argument about to break out and dove in quickly, putting his hands up. "I understand what you're saying, Dr. Ruu, but I don't know, we just don't take children. This is a very strict discipline, and it …"
Fudge wasn't able to finish his thought. It seemed like the little girl had gotten a bit fascinated with a butterfly that had been flapping around. In her chase with the little insect, it had got caught under the edge of the small school. The girl just looked at the poor insect, with her knees bent and her monkey tail flopping against the grass. It seemed to her to do the only logical thing.
The girl braced herself, caught the underside of the house with her two small hands, and proceeded to lift the edge of the school of its foundation.
Needless to say, the Fudge the girls parents were shocked. No shocked isn't the right word. Freaked! Yeah freaked works better. After all their eyes were budging out of their heads and their mouths were so wide open they could have caught pterodactyls, let alone flies.
The butterfly fluttered a bit weakly, and as if to say thank you, circled once around Mou's head and flew off into the distance. Mou giggled ecstatically. Fudge started to giggle too, except it was more out of hysteria. Kumi and Dr. Ruu simply sighed.
Fudge circled to the two adults. " I charge 10 Zen a day. I might have to tack on extra fees because she's so young…"
Dr. Ruu wasn't listening, he was too busy signing a check for 100 Z. He ripped the check out of its book and handed it to Fudge. "Just remember to bring her back before 12pm everyday. We'll come and drop her off in the morning and pick her up after lunch.
"Did you hear that sweety?" Kumi asked the little girl. "You've got a brand new school to go to now. No more hurting the other kids while playing. Now you can learn some things, and maybe get the discipline to become a doctor! How does that sound?"
Mou simply stared at Kumi, and then at her new teacher Fudge, and said " You look strong, I hope you are cause I want to be strong to!"
Fudge simply replied, "Well, we'll see wont we?"
Ruu tilted his head near Fudge's head and whispered, " There's some things you should know about her. There's a reason we named her Ten Mou. Of course, you can't shirk out of our arrangement now."
"Of course." Fudge sighed. TenMou, Heaven's wrath. This day had certainly lived up to its promise of extreme weirdness.
And thus begins the adventures of a Sayan girl in an alternate Dragonball universe I have dubbed, Dragonball O. ( AU = O, get it? ) Who is this Mou, where did she come from, and what will she learn from the young Bowl master Fudge. The next chapters coming right up. Since this is my very first fanfic, your insights are very important to me. Please Review me if you read it, and tell me what you think and of any errors or problems with my writing style. And above all thanks for reading!!!! ^_^