Thank you SOOOOO MUCH for reading this story, it means a lot because it's my FIRST ONE EVER! AHHHHH! Sorry, kinda excited! =D Anyway, a VERY big thank you Touzoshin for letting me use his concept of Chikyu and his age for Raditz in my timeline! =D

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Chapter 3: The Shtriga and Chikyu

March 29-April 1, 2006, Lawrence, Kansas

John's POV

I walked up to the back porch that belonged to my old friend, Missouri. I knew my boys were looking for me, but from what she told me on the phone, they were taking some down time after helping to get rid of a poltergeist in our old home. I guess that's what she wanted to talk to me about. I was about to find out. I'd known her for a pretty long time, since December 17, 1983. Well, here goes nothin', I thought as I raised my balled-up hand to the door. I only knocked once before I heard her holler, "I'm a-comin'".

Missouri started talking to me before she opened the door. "I'm glad you were able to make it," she said cheerfully as she appeared in the doorway. She was a heavy-set African American woman in a flowy sky blue blouse, white cotton pants and white sneakers. "Come on in," she said with a smile as she held the screen door open. "Thank ya kindly Missouri," I told her as I flashed her a toothy grin. She nodded and grinned back. She led me to her kitchen table and I took a seat in one of the wooden chairs.

"I wanted to speak to you about something that happened while your boys and I were investigating that poltergeist." I looked at her like I looked at Dean when I walked in on that Shtriga attacking Sammy back in '89. "What happened?" I asked her in the same serious tone I used with Dean. "Well, it wasn't what I was expecting, and it sure was strange," she said shaking her head. "How so?" I asked, intrigued. "John, the poltergeist wasn't the only spirit in the house. Mary was there too," I was shocked at her answer. My heart jumped into my throat. Mary's still there after all these years. I just have to go see her, I thought, but Missouri noticed that look in my eye and read my thoughts. She can do that, because she's a psychic.

"Nuh-uh, take a seat, mister. She's not there anymore. She told the poltergeist to leave the house; she burst into flames, and dissipated. The boys and I suspect she used every last drop of her energy chasing it away." My heart dropped. 'Ata girl! I thought, disappointed. Boy, I regretted not being there to see her. My eyes started to tear up, but I blinked the tears away.

"Did she say anything?" I asked Missouri, hoping it might shed some light on the Yellow-eyed demon. "Yes, she did mention the Yellow-eyed demon, Azezel." I perked up like a dog as she continued. "When she interrupted him that night so long ago, there was another baby in the nursery in his own crib. While she was bleeding out on the ceiling, she saw the demon standing over his crib, about to do to that child what he probably did to Sam. The demon had his arm outstretched over the crib and held a knife in his other, ready to cut his own arm for some kind of blood ritual. However, before the demon could cut his arm, a white aura came to life around the baby. He was clearly very upset at what had happened to Mary." That's when I chimed in with "who wouldn't?" I gave her a smile and a nod, which she returned. "It seems to me that this aura was reacting to his anger. When it built up enough, the child flew upwards towards Azezel's face. The demon was startled as the child barreled into his face. The child kept going to the other side of the room, landing face down." I looked at Missouri slack-jawed. I've never heard of anyone being able to do that, especially a baby.

I snapped back to reality and asked, "Did she say who this baby was?" She nodded slowly. "Eric. Eric Gabriel Winchester. He the baby you and Mary adopted together." I looked at her in disbelief. I wondered if time as a spirit had confused my late wife. Missouri continued as if she heard my unasked question. "She seemed lucid, and your boys were there, so they know too". I looked at her with a puzzled look. "What happened to him, and how come I don't remember him?" She looked at me directly in the eye with a serious look on her face. "Honestly, John, I just don't know. There's no adoption record to track him down with, because you found him by Jim Bee's farm, so he knows about Eric as well, so do Jack and José. She also said that the boy found in a pod and he looked human with a mess of hair that stuck out at odd angels, except for a brown, furry tail that Jim removed."

I was in shock. Well, I'll be damned. A tail? A mess of hair that stuck out at odd angles? That describes Son Goku of Chikyu to a T, from the World Martial Arts Tournaments that I used to watch on TV with the boys. He's the only one person I could think of, besides Jim, Jack, José, and Missouri, that might be able to provide some useful information that could help me find Eric. Hell, he might even BE Eric, assuming my adopted son's alive. If he were Eric, how'd he get all the way to Chikyu? A knowing smile crept onto Missouri's face. I knew what she was thinking, but I had to stay in America to track the yellow-eyed demon.

I had some digging to do. "You're curious about him, right?" I asked. "Of coarse! I've always wondered what happened to the little guy. I always assumed that he was either with Dean or you found a sitter. You always talked about him as much as you did about the other boys. I hadn't seen him with you since about '94, so he must've disappeared after that time. As for why you can't remember him at all, I can't help you there," she replied.

I stood up. "Well, seems like a plan to me," I said with a smiled and offered her my hand. "It's a deal, then," she reciprocated the handshake as she smiled and nodded, "I'll start planning my trip later today. I've got some planning to do before I leave." I nodded in agreement to her idea. I had to admit that was a really good idea, considering she'd be traveling outside of county. "You'll also need the basics; rock salt, silver, lighter fluid and a lighter, holy water; for protection, of course," I added. Missouri crossed her arms, lowered her head, raised her eyebrows, and looked up at me. If she were wearing glasses, she'd have been looking at me over the top of her frames. "Whaaaaat?!" I said innocently. She grimaced, playfully slapped my arm, just like Mary did, slowly shook her head and said, "Nuh-uh, John Winchester, you are NOT pushin' me into this hunting business, but I do see why I'd need those things for protection against monsters." With that, she started walking to her sitting room.

Uh oh, I thought, that's not what I meant. "But if you happen to be in a town where there's a case, call me, Bobby Singer, or Rufus Turner. If Bobby can't check it out, he has an arsenal of hunters' numbers he can call to have them go check it out. He'll call any one of those numbers except for Rufus's. I don't know the details, but those two cut of communication in about '93 after an incident in Omaha. They won't talk about it, so don't ask," I told her and got a nod in response. "I see. Sounds serious. I'll be sure to avoid it," she replied. "If I do find a case, I'll be sure to call a hunter." As she said that, she stopped and turned to face me. "Oh John," she said with a sigh, "bless that heart of yours. Lord knows it's in the right place. I understand your need to help people and the guilt you feel if you could've prevented the loss of innocent lives. No wonder you made Corporal in Vietnam. Always doin' what needs to be done, no matter what. That's what makes you an excellent hunter." I looked at her with a bashful smile. "On another matter, in order to locate Eric, I'm going to go straight to Chikyu. I have a VERY strong feeling that all the answers we're looking for are there." Missouri offered me her hand, which I shook eagerly. "That seems like the perfect plan to me, Missouri." I said with a smile. I've learned that when she has a strong feeling about something, it's usually true.

Missouri gave me a sweet, welcoming smile. "We can talk further game plans later. For now, let's catch up. You get comfortable and I'll go make us some tea," she told me. I took a seat in her sitting room, mulling what I'd learned that day around in my head. Mary and I had adopted an alien child; we named him Eric Gabriel Winchester; Sam, Dean, and I all forgot about him, so either we've all been working WAY too hard, or something or someone wipe out our memories of him for some reason; and he might be, or be related to, Son Goku of Chikyu. I felt excited to meet him, and frustrated that he was taken me and the boys and that we couldn't remember him at all. I sat alone in my thoughts until I was snapped out of my daze by the whistle of the teakettle.

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John was sitting on a sofa that was patterned with pink and yellow roses with green leaves and stems in the house of his friend Missouri. He knew his boys were at the door and from what he heard, they were thanking her for helping them with the haunting at their old re-built home. After she closed the door, she said, "John Winchester, what kind of a father are you? Why didn't you want to talk to your boys?" She looked at him with a scolding glare as she walked to the matching armchair opposite John. She sat the tea she'd been carrying on the coffee table. Before she sat down, he lifted his head to face her. "Because I'm not ready," he replied. Truth be told, he would love nothing more. However, he trying to find out the truth about what the yellow-eyed demon did to his second-born all those years ago.

Missouri kept her word. The next day, she packed what she would need on her trip and let her neighbors know that she would be gone indefinitely. She applied for a passport to Chikyu and John his connections to push her application through the bureaucratic red tape faster so she could get going as soon as possible. When Missouri had to wait for something to happen, she would usually be a bundle of nerves, nearly unable to occupy herself while she waited and board out of her mind. However, the importance of the mission John gave her and her understanding of the processes involved in her preparation for her trip, she was able to somewhat relax and read up on Chikyu while she waited to receive her passport.

April 8-10, Chikyu

Missouri's POV

That John Winchester, such an angel! He used his 'connections' to get my passport application through the approval process in just six days! I got it on the 7th, and left for Chikyu the next day. It was a fairly uneventful flight with minimal turbulence. After landing and retrieving my luggage and getting my currency converted to Zeni, I went out of the airport and got in the cab that I'd called ahead for. I was a little surprised to see an anthropomorphic pig as the cabbie, but I was still prepared for it, because I read about all the anthros around here while I was waiting for my passport. His uniform looked like that of a policeman, except it was green.

"Where to?" asked the cabbie as he helped me put my bags in the trunk. I noticed his accent sounded like that of someone Chicago. "Why, thank you for your help. I'll be staying at the Morning Glory Hotel," I sucked in some air like I was going to sneeze and said, "Chisto," I said as I fake-sneezed. "Gesundheit!" He offered me a tissue. One look in his eyes told me that he wasn't possessed. "Oh thank you sir," I said before blowing my nose, unnecessarily.

"You wouldn't happen to know Son Goku by any chance, would you?" I asked the cabbie. "Goku? Yeah, we're great friends!" he replied. Good, this will help me, I thought. "Do you know where he lives?" I asked. "Sure! I can take you to him!" I was over the moon and so excited to see if my hunch about Goku and Eric being the same person was correct, and now I'm one step closer to finding him! But first, there was something I wanted to do. "After I get check in at the hotel, could you take me to him? I came here from America on a mission for a friend. I'm trying to help him find his missing adopted son, Eric," I explained. "Oh, wow. That makes you a really good friend! I'll wait for you outside the hotel. But, uh, please excuse me if I get tired of waiting and start honking. I'm still on the clock," he remarked. "I understand," I assured him.

As he shut the trunk, I got in the backseat on the passenger's side. After he got in the driver's seat, he asked me, "so what's your name?" he asked over his shoulder. "Missouri" I told him. "Oolong, nice to meet ya," he said. "Likewise" I replied.

It was about a 20-minute car ride to the hotel. On the way, Oolong and I talked about how he came to know Goku. I learned that Oolong used to be a bad guy and Goku helped him turn his life around. We talked about what Eric was like, and how he went missing. Oolong suggested that Fortuneteller Baba might be able to help me in my search, but she charges 100,000,000 Zeni for one reading! That's highway robbery!

At the hotel, I got checked in, got my luggage to my room and drew the curtains to hide my belongings. Then Oolong drove me to a mountainous area called Mount Paozu at the address 439 East District. We came upon a dome house with strange symbols on the sides and smoke coming from the chimney. "Looks like Chi-chi's been cooking. Try not to cringe when you see Goku eat," warned Oolong. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," I told him. "Sorry I can't stick around this time. I have to get back to work, and I have a feeling that what you came to discuss may take a while." I smiled at him and paid my fare. "That's alright, Oolong. I'll find a way back to the hotel. Bye! Safe travels!" I waved and Oolong waved back He replied, "Bye, Missouri! I hope you find Eric!"

I went to the front door and knocked. A dark-eyed woman in a purple Chinese-style dress with gold trim and matching shoes answered it. She wore her jet-black hair in a bun with straight-edged bangs and two longer strands of hair framing her face. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked me. I used the same fake sneeze trick that I used with Oolong and she passed my test.

"I hope so. I'm looking for Son Goku, and I believe he can help me locate my friend's missing son." She looked surprised. "Oh my! How long ago did he go missing?" she asked. "About twelve years," I answered. "Oh no! How tragic! Well, my husband and son are eating right now, but you can come wait inside if you'd like. My name's Chi-chi, by the way." She respectfully bowed to me and I did the same. "I'm Missouri. Nice to meet you," I told her. "Likewise," was her response. "Goku, Gohan, we have a guest!" she called when we were inside.

In the dinning room I saw a square wooden table blanketed with food. There were four chairs around the table, two of which had people sitting in them. One was a handsome young man whose eyes and hair the color of Chi-chi's. He was wearing a red Karate-like uniform; only this one was sleeveless, with no undershirt. Next to him sat a boy in an outfit that had green sleeves and a yellow shroud that wrapped around his shoulders, which connected to itself just under his left shoulder. On his head was a red hat that I could only describe as looking like a sailor's hat. A shiny, orange ball with four red stars on it was attached to the hat. They looked up from their meal with food on their faces. Those two must eat like animals, I thought, because they both had bits of food on their noses! I took a seat in the sitting area across from the dinning area.

"Goku, this is Missouri. When you're finished eating, she needs to talk to you," said Chi-chi with a smile. "Well, why can't she just talk to me now?" Goku wondered with a quizzical look on his face. I chose to speak up. "I think what I have to might cause you to choke." I decided to use the sneeze test again so Goku and Gohan would hear, and weren't possessed either. Gohan nodded while his father said, "oh, OK," and his mother said, "good call!"

After the Son boys finished eating, Chi-chi sent Gohan to go study and Goku met me in the sitting area to talk. "So Missouri, there's something you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked me. I was a little apprehensive about how he'd take what I had to tell him, but I had to get it out sooner or later. Oh boy, I thought, here we go. "I came here from America to find my friend John's adoptive son, who went missing about twelve years ago. Last week I was helping his two oldest sons get rid of a poltergeist in the house where their mother, Mary, died. Something that was a big surprise to all of us was that Mary's spirit was in the house after 22 years. She asked Dean, the oldest, where his brothers were. His younger brother, Sam, was there with us and we didn't know who this other boy was. Mary said the other brother a boy that she and her husband adopted five months before her death. They named him Eric Gabriel Winchester. There were no adoption papers, because they found him in a space pod on that crashed in front of them as they where traveling past a friend's farm. She also said that boy had a mess of hair and a monkey's tail, which they had they property owner remove. John and I were both reminded of Goku from this description," Chi-chi looked at me like I had grown a second head, while Goku was slack jawed and in shock.

"No, there must be some mistake. My husband has lived in Chikyu all his life," It appeared Chi-chi knew that I was implying that Goku and Eric Winchester were the same person. She continued, "An old martial artist named Gohan adopted him. I've known Goku since we were twelve years old. I'm very sorry, but my Goku can't be this Eric person. So, if you don't mind-," I knew she was going to ask me to leave, but her husband had other plans. "Uh, Missouri, could you please wait here while I talk to my wife?" I smiled and nodded my head. I had a VERY good feeling that Goku believed me. "Of course, Goku! Take your time."