Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball or Dragonball Z, (and I don't even WANT GT...) this fanfic is for funzies

"Speech"

'Thought'

It was over ten years ago when all the craziness started. King Furry was reading a report of another village raided by the blasted Red Ribbon Army. He was getting exceedingly frustrated at his governments seeming inability to stop this rising global threat. Plants in their forces hadn't worked, nor had outright force! Their leaders were superhuman! All he could do was hope for a miracle. To his later recollection, this was the day Kami granted him two.

He had just gotten to the casualty report, the hardest part for him to read, when the aged captain of his guard burst through the doors.

"M'lord! You won't believe it! Its a miracle! The Red Ribbon Army is no more! They've been defeated!"

'Kami grant this news be true...' Furry thought.

"How can this be Randson? They have not once shown the slightest hint at instability. Yes yes, I know all about that "intel" about their commanders "disappearing" but our few men in near their central command dismissed those as defections or failed power grabs. I want this to be true man, you know I've prayed for this kind of miracle, but I need some proof!"

Randson didn't say a word. Instead he seemed to shuffle around in a file he was carrying. Looking a spit smug, he pulled out a disc and popped it into the main conference video player.

Onto the screen came an image Furry was all too familiar with: the Red Ribbon Army central command base. He had ordered surveillance teams to set up cameras around the compound months ago, and high speed cameras more recently when it was discovered that the tech lords of the RRA were apparently using high velocity 'mech suits' to run messages. What he was expecting was another flash of mech movement. What he saw was...

A boy. A YOUNG boy! With wild spiky hair that defied logic. And apparently a boy sent straight from Kami himself...

After a few moments of footage, the Dog King had seen enough.

"Randson... p-please call the senior staff, any available generals, and the civilian cabinet. Do so quietly, but Get. Them. Here."

"Yes sir!" Randson, turned to make his leave but was stopped at the door.

"And Randson... thank you." Furry gave him a smile.

Furry and a team of high ranking officials, military and otherwise, spent the better part of a day reviewing the footage, slowed to thousandths of real time, and pouring over incoming reports-damage done, enemy losses, defections, witness statements, etc.-before they had a grasp of what had happened. Apparently, a boy out of nowhere, with a small group of allies who were equally a mystery, had taken it upon themselves to eliminate the Red Ribbon Army. That much they knew. But so much remained unclear, not the least of which was HOW?! For all their unnatural feats of strength and speed, the children all appeared human! No tech, no mutations, not even magic! Were they hostile? It was generally agreed that they were not, but that did not stop many, mainly those among his military council, from worrying. Should these new mysterious figures prove a threat, there was little doubt that there was nothing the government could do to stop it.

"We must find these... children! They cannot be allowed to roam the earth freely. They represent far too great a threat" General Popp exclaimed, smashing his meaty hand upon the circular table they were all gathered at.

It was General Korn who responded.

"I would be the first to agree that the power these children seem to possess is a threat, but I cannot condone the condemnation of our saviors! While they may be unknown to us, it is clear from their actions that they had no love of what the Red Ribbon Army stood for." He stood, gesturing for an aide. "Can you skip to frame... 23,890?"

"Yes sir."

Up on the screen came a still shot of the spiky haired child, a determined look on his face as he faced the hoards streaming from the castle.

"That boy looks stoic. He does not enjoy what he has to do; he's doing it for a reason. We don't KNOW that reason, but given the actions of our now defeated enemy, you can probably infer they hurt this boy, or someone he cared for. It wouldn't be much different from what they've done to countless others. But this time they bit off more than they could have ever dreamed, and they choked on it."

There was silence around the table as those present considered what had just been said.

"T-that... woouuld seem to explain the relative lack of casualties given the scope of the physical destruction..." a man timidly spoke.

This brought forth murmurs around the room as people discussed these facts amongst themselves.

Throughout these discussions, King Furry had been oddly silent. There was a great flurry of activity within his mind. Of course he had considered all that had been said already, he was not made King just because of his popularity amongst the people. He was widely considered one of the smartest and wisest of the land. Suddenly a flicker of thought came to him.

"Has anyone contacted the smaller kingdoms?!"

Stunned silence met his question.

"S-sir why would we? They are clearly outside the world government? What would they care of this?" Asked Popp.

"You barking fool... have none of you met the likes of the Ox King or the Giras clans?! They may be outside our domain but that's because they have the strength to do so! I recall the Ox King having similar strength to these fighters. Perhaps they are his subjects!"

This revelation caused many in the room to sit mouths agape, and not too few others to look down in shame at not considering this earlier. It did not surprise Furry that these things were forgotten. Few in the domain of the World Government liked to remember that there was still magic and forces unknown in the wilds or outer kingdoms. Over 300 years ago after the defeat if the Demon King Piccolo, the World Government was formed from those lands that had been too weak to resist his might. It was still a source of national shame that those outside the Government had the means to resist, and so it was widely forgotten amongst the general populace.

Furry sat and sighed.

'Funny, I don't remember standing... then again I don't remember sitting in the first place... heh! Maybe its time we adjourned...'

Looking around, he could see that his instinct might have been right. There were more eyes with bags beneath than there were without.

"Everybody... thank you for coming."

"S-sir! We ca-"

"We are all tired. We have exhausted our resources and minds. I think we can all agree there is no immediate threat here. Those of you on the citizen council, spread the joyous news 'The Red Ribbon Army is no more!' Everybody else, get in touch with the outer lands. We've been quiet too long. I shall contact the Ox King personally. I feel he may have answers to questions I don't even have."

Nods came from all around as those assembled considered what they had to do. Soon the mass of officials started to disperse, conferring amongst themselves about the tasks ahead. Soon it was just Furry and his personal attendees left.

"You may all leave. I need to think things through on my own for a while."

As his staff and guards filed out, Furry debated one last thing. It was something he was hesitant to bring up around the Generals, as he could see too much power lust there, but it was also a great asset to be had.

"Randson..." he knew the man hadn't left. He was that kind of man-loyal, trustworthy, there for you. "Can you contact the Capsule Corp founder? Dr. Briefs? I have a question for him... and I would prefer no one else know about this..."

"Sir... if you're going to do what I think you're going to do, you DO realize you risk angering a great number of people in your own government."

"Well Randson, what would you have done?"

He gave a cheeky smile before turning and heading to the door.

"I would have asked me before the meeting."

Furry smiled at the retreating form of his captain of the guard.

"Smug old bastard."

A/N

Thanks to those of you who reviewed and followed my little preview! I promise we'll get to the meat of DBZ soon, I really just want to lay a good foundation for my world. By the time we get to DBZ, you may not recognize much, but hopefully that's a good thing ;-)

Now here's some answers to the inevitable questions:

Q: Who is this Randson chap?

A: He's my own little comic relief. I'm going for realism here, which when you really consider the events of Dragonball, would make things hopelessly dark! (I mean seriously... every 3-5 years since Goku left home, there's been a potential apocalyptic threat! And that's NOT counting the movies!)

Don't worry, no OP for him. Basically think Alfred from Batman

Q: Popp... Korn... ugh really?!

A: Yes! You know you laughed.

Q: How many chapters before we get to the present?

A: 27. Ha! No, maybe 2-4 depending on if you want some time skips and summarization. Actually that's the Question of the Chap! Do you want a flushed out beginning? or a get-to-it time-skippy summary thing?

I guess that's all folks. If you have any more questions leave them in a comment or PM!