Yo! Son Goku and friends! The Saiyan Saga (Prologue)

Yamcha

A dark hallway is illuminated by a faint light at the end of the tunnel. The roar of a crowd fades into existence as if it had been put on mute somehow. A shadowy figure appears, followed by a floating blob with ears and a tail. The figure blows out a heavy sigh, revealing the silhouette of a baseball cap, bat, and uniform. With great exuberance and glee the floating blob next to the man bounces and squeals out:

"Yamcha! I can't believe they pay you enough money to buy a sky car each game when they're this easy to win! Of course none of these players would be a match for the Great Lord Yamcha! We'll make enough money with this game to win Bulma back for sure! You could buy her any ring you wanted! Isn't that just great!?"

"Can it, Puar." The man responds solemnly. "I don't want to think about that right now."

The crowd bellows and echoes louder as Yamcha and his floating cat companion, Puar, step closer to the arena. Yamcha's strides are heavy and seem slowed, not by fatigue but by choice. When he and his friend finally walk through the barrier of the hallway and out into the open, an enthusiastic announcer proclaims loudly throughout the venue in response:

"There he is, ladies and gentlemen! The star player of the Titans, Number 0! Arriving fashionably late as usual! Can he pull out the win for his team when they're this over their head!?"

Yamcha breathes out again, looking down to the ground melancholically.

"Those announcers never know when to shut up. I just want to win this thing then get the hell out of here."

Yamcha places the bat over his shoulder and stands up proudly from his slouch. There is still vacancy in his eyes, his stance only fooling those far away or people who don't know any better.

Yamcha was tired. Baseball was fun at first, but his overwhelming physical strength and ability to use ki outclassed anyone who had ever played any sport competitively. Yamcha truly did like baseball, but ultimately his love for it had been what killed it since no one could ever hope to compete with him. He needed to move on, he had already made enough money to retire comfortably. A new journey, challenge, or goal was needed to get his head back into the game. Luckily, Yamcha was about to receive exactly what he needed.

Krillin

A phone chirps softly on a nicely furnished dinner table. The dim lighting setting a warm atmosphere. It chirps one more time before a man picks it up. His lock screen is a turtle shell gif of some kind, the reptile floating calmly through the water with lily pads strewn about. The man unlocks his phone and thumbs over to messages, pulling up the following text as follows:

Bulma

Glad it went well for you!

Thanks Bulma, see you then.

Omw

Almost at Roshi's see you in a bit

Wow it really hasn't changed. like at all. Wya?

"Oh Shoot! I forgot. My bad Maron! I gotta go! I promised some friends I'd hadn't seen in a while that I was supposed to meet up with them today! I'm super sorry but I gotta go! I hope you're not too mad!"

The man leaves in a hurry, his dark blazer flapping wildly as he skedaddles out of the establishment. Ducking and weaving past the servers and customers as he goes. Maron, the girl who was sitting across from him a moment ago sneers in disgust, drooping her lip in a frown and shaking her head.

"I give one short guy a chance and he ends up being just like the rest of em'. I can't believe this." She says while standing.

The short bald man smiles brightly as he strides through the entrance doors.

"I would never disrespect a woman like that to her face because that would be rude. But I'm glad I got an excuse to leave. She was kind of a bitch." He thinks to himself.

"Wa-Hoo!" The man exclaims as he leaps into his orange car.

The engine purrs gracefully just before the car sprouts wings and starts to float, to which it then revs up and roars proudly. Putting on his sunglasses and adjusting his rear view, the man was ecstatic at the prospect of meeting up with his friends.

Krillin was right. She was indeed kind of a bitch. On her phone the whole time, making passive aggressive comments on his height, money, and hair. She really wasn't the type of wife material he was looking for. Little did he know that things were about to get weird in just a few short hours.

Luckily enough, Krillin had just dodged a bullet. So good for him.

Tien

"Eyy, come on Tien, I'm freezing ova' hea'~" A woman with bushy blonde hair yelps.

"Ha-Ha-Ha!" Tien cackles back in response. "You were the one who said you could handle it but yet here we are."

"I did-d-didn't come all this way just to hear some lip, Sweetheart!"

"Okay fine." Tien says as he caves, rolling his eyes and bundling the blonde woman in his robes. "I guess you earned a little bit of my respect coming this far." He lashes back with a smirk before turning around.

"Oh hah-hah. You just luv seein' me in distress or whateva'."

The snow shifts and crunches under their weight as the pair trekk up the mountain. Lights in the distance lit up around the cold and blue view of the mountain village. Making steady headway the two gallop and prance around in the deep snow, the blonde woman getting stuck several times.

"Oooh, I just might not pick you up this time, Launch. Maybe you should have thought twice."

Tien beams sarcastically.

"You think you're bein' funny Tien, but ya' not. Hurry up and get me outta this mess before I nuke the joint!" Launch replies, embarrassed.

"Gonna be really hard to pull the trigger from all the way down there though."

Launch furrows her brows and gives Tien the stink eye.

"Alright, fine." Tien lets out as he picks her up, carrying her the rest of the way.

"So how much longa' we got? You can fly ya dope, so why ain't we?"

"I came up this mountain for me, remember? I'm not here to take the easy way out."

Launch really wasn't very cold at all. She was kind of cold, sure, but not enough to need Tien's robes. She just used it as an excuse to see his bare chest, arms, abs, and back that filled out his massive 6'2 stature impeccably. Tien came to the Holly Mountains to continue the rigorous training of his body against the elements, Launch had just decided to tag along. Tien, though being very snippy and sarcastic, really liked Launch and the noisy company she provided.

Luckily for him, she really liked him back.

Piccolo

The green grassy plains blow softly in the wind, carrying the smell of the earth throughout the land. A green man stands solemnly against the current, his cape wavering but not him. His tall stature and green skin gave the appearance that he belonged here, in nature's embrace. Zebras stride by and he pays them no mind, focused, poised, caught in his meditation. A lion proudly walks toward him, forgoing the previous zebras instead for this strange purple, white, and green meal standing before him. The lion's mane blows gracefully along the stream of the wind, eyes locked onto its target.

"My prey is asleep." The lion thinks. "Easy pickings."

The lion gains ground, towing the line carefully. The green man remains still, focused in his endeavors. There is a pause in the wind, the beast uses this moment to belt out a mighty roar right next to the man. The ferocious sound breaks out into the rest of the plains scaring the little critters nearby into submission, blowing back the white cloak draped over the green man.

"What is the logical throughline of killing Goku? He killed my father, but I never knew him so why should I care? My hatred runs deep, but why? Goku has never actually wronged me, he didn't even defeat me. I won our bout so why do I hate him more than the other 3? It makes no sense no matter which angle I tackle it from... Is this what they call bias?" The green humanoid reflects for a long time, not noticing the lion that had been stalking him for the past minute.

The green man is awoken at the sound of the beast, angered that his reflection was interrupted. In a flash he returns fire at the lion with a telepathic blast, screaming into the creature's mind:

"You think that would scare me!? I'm the mighty Demon King Piccolo! I scoff at such petty attempts of subjugation! Bow before the king, Mongrel!"

The telepathic lashback sends back the same primal energy the lion sent at him twofold, paralysing the lion with fear. The lion cannot speak the green entities spoken word but understands him perfectly, he is no match for the true king of the plains. The lion, quiet as a mouse, limps away with his tail between his legs. Piccolo scoffs, then smiles, satisfied. There is a calm moment of soft wind and green grass before he astutely returns to his thoughts.

Piccolo, after having been beaten by Goku's friends Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha was in turmoil, not at the fact that he lost to weaklings but at the fact that he wanted Goku dead more. It made no sense to him and he needed to find out why. There was only one course of action in his mind. A rematch with Goku, to finish where he had left off.

As luck would have it, their rivalry would only grow more competitive in the near future.

Son Goku

The sky was a deep, honest, and beautiful blue. Adjacent to the white clouds was a speeding orange cloud that left a stream in its wake, carrying 2 passengers. One man and one child. The man was dressed in an orange and blue gi that had an insignia on the front. The child was wearing green and yellow robes with a red hat, adorned on top of it was an orange sphere with 4 stars.

"Are you scared, Gohan?"

The boy shakes his head no in response.

"It's okay if you are Gohan, we're up pretty high."

The boy pulls his hat over his eyes timidly.

"Shh, shh. It's alright." The man whispers calmly as he cradles Gohan in his arms with soft tightness.

The pair drift and weave through the air, lulling the boy into a resting state. The man belts out a soothing lullaby, totally destroying Gohan's ability to stay awake. A full on sleepy assault both by the steady waves of the air and his father's angelic voice. The man looks at the boy with a love in his eyes that is unmistakable, he strokes Gohan's hair as they pass through the aether.

"I wonder if Yamcha or Tien are coming? Chi-Chi just said that she only got the text thingy from Krillin and Bulma. I know Roshi said he drank from the fountain of youth but I wonder if he was just lying. What if we show up and he is just an old crony like in those life alert commercials? That would be funny I think."

A scene plays through his mind of an old man in sunglasses keeled over onto his back.

"Ehh-help. Gokuu, I can't get up. Me turtle shell is too heavy."

The man laughs out loud like a madman at the thought.

"Hee-Hee-haugh-hah-hahahahah-HAUGH-HAUGH-HAUGH-eh-heh-ehh. Ahem. It'll be good to see em' again. It's been too long, I need to know how strong Roshi and Krillin are." The man thinks with a confident smile on his face, looking forward towards the meet up.

Goku had been training as hard as he reasonably could while taking care of his son, Gohan, named after his grandfather. He would have liked to teach him martial arts by now but knows he is too young. He was absolutely starving for a fight.

Unluckily for Goku, the fight he was looking for is going to kill him in 4 hours.