Disclaimer: I don't own Godzilla in any way, shape, or form.

Now, before we get started, I just want to say that I enjoyed the idea behind the Hanna Barbera Godzilla cartoon, as well as a majority of the episodes. However, I always wondered how in the world that little arrangement happened. So, this is my way of explaining it. If you don't like it, or prefer another idea, then you can write it.

And with that in mind, enjoy the story.


Chapter 1: First Encounters

Usually, Godzilla only came up to the wilds of the island whose waters he called home when he got the feeling something important was brewing. There was always some trigger to his attention, a peculiar feel in the air, an explosion of some sort…

This one started with a smell. Granted, it had rained heavily over the past week, and just about everything reeked of moisture and mud, but this scent stood out more so than the others.

It was an odd, decaying stench, the kind that could usually be found when something died, recently. And not far from the ocean, too. His wary curiosity piqued, the kaiju followed his nose to a spot further into the island, a tall cliff that looked like it had been diminished slightly during the storm. The reason was clear enough from the huge amount of mud and rock that littered the surrounding area. Giving the place a cursory look, Godzilla spotted the clawed hand of some other creature stuck under a large stone. He didn't have to move the other debris to know he would find a body.

This clearly wasn't his business and there was nothing more to be done here. Turning away, the Kaiju King was about to head back to the ocean when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. A small, light-green something. His head turned, catching a better glimpse of the thing before it darted into a space between the rocks. It was a diminutive kaiju, hardly bigger than his hand. Crouching, Godzilla angled his head down to see into the hidey-hole, and immediately received a set of smoke rings in the eye for his trouble. Straightening up with an irritated roar, he pawed at his eye to get rid of the irritation.

If it were another monster, he would have been slightly impressed by the little guy's backbone. However, given that the smoke stung like no tomorrow, Godzilla was less-than pleased by the attempt. Reaching in, he grabbed firmly a hold of a small, squirming mass that went rigid with fright when it was drawn out to lay eyes on his snarling face. It was only then that he got a good look at the relatively small creature.

It had to be-no, was-a child, and fairly young at that. The quivering arms sported a set of wings and the head and back were adorned with a darker green crest, similar to his. The aftermentioned arms were also over the head in a protective gesture, a futile attempt to stave off injury.

It suddenly struck Godzilla that the dead monster under the rubble might very well be the child's parent. Probably was. The kid had also been going for awhile without any real food [he was probably still at the age where his parent provided for him, not quite learning just yet], deducted from the fact that there was barely any meat on his bones.

The child was also bewildered out of his mind when, instead of biting his head off like he was liable to do, the giant monster put him back on the ground, then turned and left, knocking down trees and flattening brush in his wake.


The small creature did not left the site at which his parent died, where the rains from the previous week had loosened up a cliff-face enough to cause a mudslide. He had managed to get out of the way of the more deadly part of the flow, his parent…had not.

Truthfully, he had no idea of where to go. There were no others like him, and any others treated him the way bigger and larger animals tended to treat the smaller and weaker, like him, as lunch. As a result, he had gotten very good at running and hiding.

Until that other creature had shown up today, the large one that resembled him to a degree. It had been the first time he had tried to fight back, and while he had almost gotten eaten for his trouble, there was the odd moment during which the other creature had simply stared at him. That was new.

But what simply boggled the child's mind was the fact that he and the bigger kaiju were similar. Identical head crest, they walked a similar way, and the two looked somewhat alike.

Even though it didn't outright occur to the child right away, it was probably why it had not mauled him, as he was certain he would do.

The sudden onslaught of rain cut off the child kaiju's thoughts with a screech. He suddenly found himself soaking wet, and struggling to get out of the rain. However, his sanctuary under a large tree proved ineffective when one of the leaves let loose a torrent of water on his head. Whining and yelping, he tried the small gap that he had hid in to escape the large creature. Finding it mostly dry, the child furtively huddled as far back as he could go, trying very hard to control the shivering that had taken hold when he was drenched.

He missed his parent…


It had rained again. Apparently the wet season was not totally over for the year. Still, it hardly mattered to Godzilla, who lived beneath the sea. Rain was water, which pretty much made up the whole of his home. He had no qualms about extra water.

Venturing slightly outside of his usual hunting grounds, the Kaiju King barely paid his surroundings much heed, his wake churning up the water around a boat that was floating in the ocean barely a hundred miles from his island.


Meanwhile, on the ship, a certain brunette scientist was busy running some experiments on the algae she had found in the water from the nearby island. Concentrating heavily on the solution she was about to introduce to her sample, she moved a small, plastic pipette down to the slide under her microscope. Suddenly, the ship rocked violently, almost sending her out of her chair. Miraculously, none of her sample, nor the solution were spilled in the upset. Just as she was steadying herself, a voice called down the stairs.

"Sorry about that, Doctor Darien. Something just went under us."

She couldn't help the curiosity, though mingled with irritation. Something swam under them, big enough to move the boat itself in its wake? Didn't sound like an ordinary ocean-going animal.

"Is it still there?"

"Nope. Long gone by now."


Alright, I believe you all know what to do. Review, please! Flames will be handed over to Godzilla without a hearing.