Jazz woke up with a splitting headache.

"Damnit, Bart you jerk, you told me it was just imitation alcohol!" He shouted out into the silence of his room, but no one responded. He looked around, snorting in shock. He was in a bedroom, but it wasn't his friend Bartley's bedroom, instead of the sky blue walls, shelves and desks full of action figures, computer supplies, car parts, manga, and dirty magazines, he was in a simple white bedroom, with the only signs of living being the simple light brown wooden dresser with baseball paraphernalia. He looked down over the side of the bed, and instead of seeing the sleeping bags of his various friends, he saw an empty wood floor. "Is this some prank?!" He grumbled angrily. He searched his pocket for his phone, and found it, but no signal, even worse it was off. Looking around for an outlet, he found nothing. He spied a radio, but upon closer inspection saw that the radio was battery powered, no power cords or outlets anywhere in sight. "Great, just great." He reached for his jacket, but upon finding nothing, his face twisted into rage. "Oh no, you don't take my jacket too!"

Stomping out of the room, he opened the door angrily. "Alright Bart, enough pranks, what's going on…" He looked around in disbelief. Facing him was a bulky, stocky looking man with a scraggly mustach and black hair and sideburns smoking a cigarette, he wore a plaid shirt and brown overalls. He sat on a simple wooden chair at the head of an egg-shell colored table. After a few seconds of silence, the man smiled goodnaturedly. "Well, hello there young'n, are you alright?" Jazz didn't respond, upon seeing the unfamiliar man his body froze as his mind raced towards all the different possibilities.

'Kidnapping? Drug trip? Was the bud light that strong?'

The famer continued, unpeterbed with Jazz's silence, "I have to say, you are wearing odd clothes so far out into the countryside. I reckon you're probably one of them city-slicker kids, but why're you all the way out here? The East Capital is dozens of miles away." Jazz got a pang of familiarity, but couldn't put it to words yet.

After a few more seconds of silence, Jazz spoke up. "Sorry sir, I have no idea where I am, I think this might be a friend's prank. Yesterday, I went over to their house and we had some drinks, erm… where did you find me?"

The farmer shook his head, "I didn't find you, my daughter did, on the side of the road off Route 81."

Jazz paled for a few seconds, "wait, route 81, I'm in Tenessee?" Without waiting for an answer he thought to himself, 'that's probably why it looks like I'm out in the sticks…'. Looking again at the farmer, he smiled, do you have an outlet sir? I could use it to charge my phone and see if I could call my mom."

"Sorry son, don't have much in the way of technology out here, tell ya what, I'm delivering some ostriches to east city and picking up some goods on the way if we get you to East City, or a town big enough on the way, we can probably get you some help."

"East City?" Jazz heard the name twice, "umm, what state are we in?" Looking at the farmer's blank stare, Jazz cleared his throat in discomfort. "...We're on Earth right?"

The farmer burst out laughing, which caused Jazz to chuckle, albeit in a more subdued tone. "You're a funny kid. Anyways, since you're up, I can fix you up some supper. You should head out for a bit, get some fresh air, but don't wander off too far, you might get attacked by a pterodactyl."

Jazz stuttered for a bit, smiled politely, and slowly backed out of the house. 'This guy's nuts, he doesn't know what state we're in, but knows the highway, and now I'm supposed to watchout for pterodactyls?!' With various thoughts flashing through his head Jazz was ready to sprint off in hopes of finding a road and hopefully someone less insane when he almost bumped into a girl.

"Oh! You're awake!" She said, gasping and covering her hand.

"Um," Jazz began, looking at the girl, she looked a little younger than him, maybe 12 or 13 to his 14, and 8 and a half months.

"I found you on the side of the road, you looked really sick and your jacket was really messy, we washed and cleaned it for you though!" She excitedly dragged him towards a clothesline, where his red jacket hung on cleanly, it was a windbreaker hoodie, made of light materials, it wasn't very insulating in the cold, but it was Jazz's favorite piece of clothing.

"Thanks." Jazz said slowly as he put on the jacket. The girl blushed in embarrassment and looked away.

"It was no problem." She whispered. Looking back, she dumbfoundedly watched as Jazz began walking past the clothesline, jacket on, and towards the field. "Hey," She called out, "were are you going?!"

"To find a road hopefully," Jazz called back nonchalantly, "I'll maybe hitch a ride to the nearest city! Get to a police station, and try to call my mom."

"But it's dangerous this time of year! The pteradactyls migrate hear during the winter, they haven't left ye-"

"Not you too!" Jazz interrupted, he pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered nonsense under his breath, "look, I was going to overlook it, but it looks like both you and your dad are coocoo bananas, so I think I'm safer hoofing it on foo-" he was interrupted by the girl screaming and running into her home.

"Pa! Pa! It's back!"

"...well, okay." Jazz turned around, only to flinch as he saw a giant bat like monster covered in leathery skin diving towards him. "Pt-pt-pteradactyl?!" He shouted. His legs couldn't move any faster as he sprinted back towards the farm house and the crazy old farmer, who didn't seem anywhere near as crazy as before. But before he moved even 20 feet, the monster grabbed him from behind and laughed.

"I was aiming for the little girl, but your meat should do good too!"

"D-did you just t-talk?!" Jazz screamed out.

"Hahahaha! How rude! Of course I can talk!" The pterodactyle smirked as it got ready to take to the air.

The sound of gunfire filled the air as the farmer ran out with what looked like a shotgun. "Hey! Let go of the boy! And we can leave things be peacefully." Jazz struggled in the lizard's grip, eventually worming his way into his pocket, hopefully, since his phone and charger were untouched...

"Pssh, or what!" The pterodactyl began flying up, "If you shoot, you might hit the boy, or I might get too far away!" The creature flinched and then shouted out in pain, looking down, he saw the boy he was attempting to kidnap repeatedly jam a swiss army knife into the biggest toe, causing him to eventually drop the boy from 12 feet. Jazz screamed in terror, but his fall was somewhat broken by the clothesline, which flipped him over, causing him to land on his front. "Arrgh!" The pterodactyl screamed, "Just you wait boy! I'll get you yet!" It turned, flying away.

"Boy! Are you alright?! I ran out as soon as Miguel called me!"

Jazz was winded and dazed, he barely turned to lay on his back, breathing heavily as the adrenaline still pumped through his veins. As it began to cool off, he began to feel lethargic.

The farmer offered him his hand. "Here, let me help you up."

Jazz took it gratefully, "thanks, and… I'm sorry." He shakily got up, "I didn't believe you, I… it just seemed so ridiculous, that was a pterodactyl! And it talked!"

The farmer shook his head, "you must be a real city slicker if you aint ever seen one of them varmits before, I guess you're lucky winter's almost over fer them, they'll be heading south to Mount Paozu soon."

Jazz's eyes shot open. "Eh?"

Talking pterodactyls, East City, Mount Paozu? With a trembling face, Jazz turned to the farmer and his daughter, who looked at his expression with worry.

"Are you alright?" The girl, apparently named Miguel, asked. "Do you need help?"

"Umm, if you don't mind me asking." Jazz asked in a thin voice, "what year is it?"

"Erm, it's year 749, almost March."

'The fuck?!' "So wait," Jazz held up his hands, "that means, age 737, was, 12 years ago, right? And, this is Earth."

"Did you go into shock because of that animal son? Should we get you to a doctor? Yes, age 737 was 12 years ago."

Jazz was slowly losing his mind, "I just want to be clear, I'm sorry, I'm just really confused and overwhelmed, one last question, have you ever heard of Capsule Corp?"

"Pfft, who hasn't? They're all the rage in West and East City, aren't they?"

… 'WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-'

The night before, Jazz and a few of his friends went to his friend Bart's house to stay over.

"Yeah mom, Bart's parents are home," Jazz lied, "yeah, we're just studying, SATs are coming up, yeah, yeah, no." Jazz had a fake smile on his face as he listened to his mom nag. "Yeah, yeah," he flashed his friends a thumbsup.

"Alright honey, if you're alright, I'll call a little later tonight to check up on you, make sure to sleep on time."

"Got it mom, no problem."

"Oh, and…"

"...Yeah mom?" Jazz's fake smile dropped as he listened to her reply.

"Thanks, for talking to Mark."

Jazz held up a hand to his friends and stepped outside the house. "Mom, it's okay, you don't need to talk about it."

"But, I… I know how hard things have been without-"

"You don't need to talk about it mom, I'll be okay, and Mark, he just took it a bit harder, you know how much he liked hanging out with dad. Just, keep letting him know, it's not his fault."

"I know, and I know you needed the time away to unwind, just, come back as soon as you can, alright, Mark still won't talk to me about his nightmares."

Jazz smiled wryly, "It's alright, he'll come around, you know how it is, I'm the easy going one, he's meticulous to a fault, and extremely caring, even under that cold facade he puts up. He's just reacting to the hurt differently."

"You're right honey, you're really smart about these things."

Jazz chuckled at the compliment, "thanks, mom."

"Have a goodnight son."

Jazz took in a deep breath and turned back towards the house.

Jazz collected his thoughts at the dinner table, it was a simple meal, bread, chicken, and a light vegetable soup. The food was neither extremely terrible nor amazingly good, it was so and so, but perhaps because of this blandness, Jazz could fully focus on his thoughts. The first thing he realized was that he didn't fully remember the night he had gone over to Bart's house, he knew they were going to drink, but he didn't know what happened afterwards. Now, as for the situation he was experiencing now… he turned to look at the farmer and her daughter, eatingt their meals silently, now that he took the time to look, the farmer did look sort of familiar, and the shotgun wasn't actually a shotgun, but a lever action rifle with a yellow stock. If he were to put it to words, he'd say the farmer looked like the real life equivalent of the farmer from Dragon Ball Z. He'd have said 'but that's impossible' if not for the talking pterodactyl. As strange as it was, he had to at least pretend that he was on the Earth of Dragon Ball. So entrenched was he in his thoughts that he was unaware of Miguel looking at him intently. When he finally glanced in her direction and they made eye contact, she flinched and looked away, turning slightly red. Jazz seemed to not register her reaction, as he finished his food.

"Thank you for the meal sir." He said respectfully, "and sorry for not believing you earlier, I might have put your daughter in danger."

"Think nothing of it son, I appreciate the politeness." He laughed, "besides, you learned your lesson real quick din'tchya!" Miguel looked mortified at her father, but Jazz simply laughed.

"You're right, I really did!" He began to laugh hysterically, hiding the tears that welled in his eyes behind myrth.

After supper and helping washup, Jazz showered, changed into a pair of pajamas the farmer loaned him, and went to bed in a guest room. In the middle of the night, he began having nightmares of his mom waking up in the morning and not finding her son, and began to hyperventilate in his sleep. Eventually, he began to feel a warm comfort, and calmed down, almost as if a hand was on his head.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, and beyond even the high reaches of the lookout, a green skinned being who was both The Gaurdian of Earth and one of the sources of its greatest strife looked down in interest.

"Kami?" A voice called out to the god.

"Mr. Popo." Kami affirmed, not turning to look back at his lifelong friend. "It is odd, he's a normal human, and I feel nothing special from him, but for some reason I get the impression that he's almost as mysterious as the boy with a tail."

"The disciple of the disciple of the disciple of Korrin?"

"You don't have to be so cryptic Mr. Popo." Kami smiled wryly, "Muten Roshi deserves accolades for being by his master's side when Mutato defeated my evil half and sealed him away. And his top disciple, Son Gohan, deserves recognition for his dedication to martial arts and a peaceful life."

"But the boy Gohan tried to raise, he is wild, uncontrollable, and dangerous, he could cause great harm."

"He could, but he likely will not, Gohan's diligence has helped him, I look forward to seeing what he becomes."

"If you say so Kami." Mr. Popo smiled, returning to his gardening, "but, what of the human you say is so mysterious, what do you see in his future?"

Kami was silent for a few moments. "I see a great level of strife coming his way, but, it seems that he will entangle his destinies with many people, including the mysterious disciple of Gohan, it remains however to be seen what is rought of his actions. As guardian, I can normally only watch. But if the world is truly threatened, I will approach him."

"Which one Kami?" Mr. Popo asked, smirking.

Kami didn't answer, he simply turned to look far towards an abandoned crypt, where, lurking inside was a nondescript rice cooker.

...

Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 14 (and 8 months), physical appearance, 14

Hair color: Brown

Skin color: white

Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish decent), Quarter Aisian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)

Height: 5ft 6inches | 167 centimeters

Weight: 140 lbs | 63.5 kilograms

Skills: Average Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age.

Powerlevel: 3

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Author's Comments:

Hello, I hope you guys enjoy this new story, following the same thread of isekai into a story, I'm not done with the Eragon one (by the time anyone is reading this comment in the beginning). I'm running into a bit of a writer's block, so I wanna try and refresh my juices with another story I'm passionate about, Dragon Ball, and Dragon Ball z. I'll simply say though, our MC Jasper, or Jazz, won't be meeting Goku for a while, and I plan to implement lore from Jaco and Dr. Slump in the story. The start will be relatively slow, but it will ramp up a bit as the story continues. If you know my writing style, I tend to create new stories from the source material while implementing the stories, while also concentrating more on side and new characters I made up when appropriate and necessary, if only to make the world more lived in and increase personal stakes for decisions, and allow the main characters to remain in the spotlight they deserve.

Jaxx is a different kind of person from Damien/Faris, and I hope those differences (as well as similarities) are apparent as the story continues