Pro-log
An old man approaches, his beard gray and matted, almost reaching the floor. His eyes hold a sparkle of both wisdom and wit. He folds his hands elegantly behind his back, gnarled fingers hidden from view for the moment. He speaks with a voice both quiet and important, "Everyone knows the story of Goku, a powerful fighter who won the world tournament several years in a row before taking his winnings and retiring into the mountains with his pregnant wife. Many a young fighter, eager to show his prowess, attempted to challenge Goku after the monumental trek to his secluded home. All of them came home soundly defeated, many of them however, also came home with a profound insight into their own lives and a higher respect for the art."
The old man inhales deeply before sighing. "His life was a simple one, away from the cities and the decadence they held within them. This secluded home, however, was not spared the destruction caused by such decadence."
The man's face is marred by a glistening tear as it winds its way down through the many wrinkles adorning his face. His voice quavers slightly before deepening and almost shaking with anger he whispers the last bit of the explanation. "The end of the world, foretold by so many religions around the world, in the end, was caused by their actions. They destroyed everything, terrible weapons using the fission of radioactive atoms were used to blanket the face of the earth until humans, with all of their potential for good, caused their own extinction." The old man's head shook with emotion. "Even the mighty Goku, who truly wasn't human to begin with, but an alien from the saiyajin race, was not strong enough to survive the explosions."
The old man turns and begins to fade into the background as he slowly walks away. Seconds before he is no longer visible he turns his head and speaks for the last time. "There is a hope, however, that not everything on earth died that day. Goku's baby son, only 7 years old at the time of the catastrophe, was placed in suspended animation by a genius of her time known as Bulma. She placed Goku's son, Gohan, deep beneath the ground in a shielded cavern, just in case one of them survived, so that they might have a small piece of Goku's legacy among them." The old man turns fully and grins broadly. "There he still waits, untouched by the destruction above, waiting for someone to revive him."
The old man fades away completely with a quiet chuckle.