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A/N: This is vastly different from anything you'll find in the rest of my stories, and probably on ff.net. I was reading Choutzu's profile on DoraMouse's story, Character , and I just got this idea. Before the story even begins, I'D like to thank her, because her stories got my mind going on this idea. Take a bow, Dora!
*crickets*
Okay, so DoraMouse isn't actually here. I'll just start the fic.
Chapter One:
A huge castle loomed up in the air, taller than even the palace of the world emperor. There was a reason for this. The world emperor didn't wield as much power as the ruler in the castle, despite his title. The king in this castle, aside from being psycic and immensely strong, was descended from a long line of rulers, and his empire still covered two of the four main islands that made up most of the land mass on the planet.
His name was Choutzu.
On one side of the small, almost doll-like emperor's throne, stood his loyal bodyguard, advisor, and closest friend, Tenshinhan. Choutzu sometimes referred to the tri-clops simply as Tien.
Right now, though, they had to be quite formal. Because the room was filled with the little emperor's most trusted officials. Generals, governors, and other advisors filled the throne room, and all were talking quite loudly. They were all talking about one of two things.
One, was that the so called 'world emperor' was moving to take over their empire and really make himself the leader of the world.
The other thing they spoke of, was an artifact. Or rather, seven artifacts. They were only known of in legend, but it was said that they had the power to grant any wish. They were known as dragonballs.
It seemed that the only two not talking at the tops of their voices were the emperor and his bodyguard. Choutzu leaned on one arm, apparently quite bored. Tien stood as still as a stone, arms crossed, staring straight ahead with all three eyes. He cared nothing for these men or their foolish talk. He would do what the emperor wished, and let it at that. Until then, he tried to keep boredom from striking him dead.
The emperor stood suddenly, his colorful robes swishing about. Silence immediately descended.
"I believe we have a crsis on our hands." Choutzu said in the most formal voice he could muster. He had only just inherited the empire, and was not yet used to talking in this manner.
"I would say we do!" one general yelled out. "What do we do about it?"
Tenshinhan turned wrathfull eyes on the man, and he fell silent right away.
"Be patient," the little emperor breathed softly, "There will be more than enough time for questions. Everyone be silent."
No one spoke. For a second, there was no sound at all.
Then Choutzu took a deep breath and began. "For the past few weeks, since we began to receive threats form the self styled 'world emperor', I have been studying artifacts known as dragonballs. They have the power to call forth a dragon that can grant one wish, no matter what you ask of it."
There was scattered murmering, but it soon quieted and Choutzu continued.
"Apparently, there are seven of these dragonballs, each with a number of stars on it, one though seven. To summon this dragon, they must all be brought together."
"We don't have any exact locations, but I believe we know the approximate area where some of them may be. In the self styled world emperor's realm, there is a family by the name of Brief. Apparently, the daughter of this family has developed a device for finding these artifacts. our inside agent has given us locations to three of them. He has also given us blueprints to build a radar of our own."
Choutzu paused for emphasis. Used to it or not, he was a fairly good public speaker.
"It will take us a few weeks to build this radar, but we are in a great hurry. Therefore, I am sending three of the people in this room to find these artifacts. one of you for each of the ones we know the approximate location for."
One of the genrals raised his hand slowly.
"Yes?" Choutzu aknowleged him.
"Who will be sent, your highness?"
"I will inform the generals who will be sent on this mission privately. No one else will know of it. This opperation is to remain top secret. Anyone who is caught leaking information will receive.." he paused and glanced at Tien ever so slightly, "The most dire consequences."
Several of the men in the room visibly shook. Every one of them had seen Tenshinhan in combat. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Alright, then." The emperor concluded. "You are all dismissed. I will send notice to those I choose to go on this mission."
The men who had been talking loudly about the empire's future just a minute ago now left rather quietly. In a few seconds, the room was empty but for the emperor and his bodyguard.
Choutzu sat back down heavily on the throne and heaved a deep sigh.
A little boy named Goku walked alone in the woods, as he had every day since his grandfather had died. He was carrying a large log home for fire wood. A log at least five feet long, and about four wide. Such a big piece of wood would require a strong man to carry it, under normal circumstances. But young Goku was hardly normal. He carried the wood with ease, and he was just ten years old. And a bit small, at that. The only defining charictaristic about him was the tail flicking back and forth behind him, and his wild mane of hair.
He reached a clearing in the trees he had been walking through, and in the clearing was a small house. Until only a few years ago, it had belonged to a legendary martial arts master named Gohan, adoptive Goku's grandfather. Now, Goku lived alone.
He sat the wood down next to the house, making a mental note to chop it up later, and headed off in the opposite direction. He wanted to play. And what better way to have fun, than to explore the woods around his home?
He had seen them all before, of course, but there were always more. He could go further and further, until he came to a place he had never seen. It was easy for him to find his way back. He had a wonderful sense of direction.
He began to jump over logs, climb trees, and run like it was going out of style. When he played, he played at a furious pace. It was always young Goku's philosophy that when one had fun, it was best to cram as much into every minute as possible.
As he ran, the small pouch on his belt slapped against his thigh. It contained a gold ball, made of some indestructible material, with four stars on it. He talked to it as he played, calling it 'grandpa'. He was sure that it contained the soul of his dead grandfather. He didn't have the slightest clue as to it's true purpous, and if he had been told, he would not have cared. At least, on his own, he wouldn't have cared.
He was getting to the part of the wods he hadn't explored yet. He had been walking, climbing, and jumping for close to an hour now, further from home than he had ever been. He wasn't nervous, though.
At least, he wasn't nervous until he saw a road.
He stood behind a bush a few yrds away, and stared at the strip of concrete in the middle of what he had thought was endless forest. He knew right away that this wasn't alive, but he still had yet to find out if it was safe.
Bravery had always been one of Goku's more prominent featurs, and caution hed never been one. He rushed forward into the road.
The first thing he noticed was that it was much harder than the ground. The second was that it was covered in little yellow lines.
It was quite odd, really. He assumed that other people must have built this, but what for, he couldn't guess.
Now, to young Goku, 'other people' was a very vague idea. He knew his grandpa had been like him, so logically there were probably more. But it wasn't a concept he gave much thought to. He knew that the road was not natural, and it wasn't made by him. Therefore, it must have been made by someone else.
That was as far as the thought went into the boy's mind. When it came to the here and now, and a situation put before him, Goku was quite sharp. But he wasn't much of a theorist. He didn't really put a lot of thought into things far away.
Suddenly, just as he was about to go back into the woods and abandon the road, he heard a sound.
It was like a growling, or even a roaring, from a long way off. He decided to wait and see what it was. His only mission right now was to have fun, and this could possibly turn out to be fun.
There was a curve in the road, so he couldn't see what was making the noise. He stood near the curve, resolving to either be friends with whoever was making the noise, or fight them. Goku loved to fight. But the noise still sounded too quiet to be nearby, so he waited.
You can imagine his surprise when a car zoomed around the corner and slammed into him head on.
He flew back, but only a few feet before he could stop himself. The car, however, let out a loud screech, and stopped moving. It was letting out the low, growling noise Goku had heard.
The young boy got to his feet, ready to fight.
"You must be a monster, to go and hit me like that." He said. "I bet you're really strong. Let's fight!"
The car made no answer. Goku assumed the monster was chicken.
"Okay, I'll make the first move. Hiyah!" he cried out, and slammed a fist into the car's front, denting the metal drastically. The growl went up to a whine, and suddenly stopped.
Goku stood up straight and scratched his head. "I must have killed it."
Then the door opened, and a girl with bluw hair stepped out.
"WOW!" Goku yelled out. "Are you a ghost!?"
The girl was, apparently, quite pissed. "NO! I am Bulma Brief, and you, young man, have just wrecked my car!"
Goku didn't know what to say. Finally, he asked hesitantly, "What's a Bulma Brief?"
The girl threw up her hands in exhasperation. "I'm a girl!"
suddenly, Goku remembered something. He really didn't know what a girl was, but his grandfather had told him that if he ever met one, he had to be nice to them. He looked at her, still suspicious.
"Are you sure you're a girl?"
She seemed to be enraged by this. "OF COURSE!! Haven't you ever seen a beautiful young girl before!?"
He shook his head with wide eyes. "Well, not really."
Bulma was apparently quite startled by this, as she fell flat on her back, with both legs sticking up in the air.
Goku was still quite confused. He spoke to his pouch.
"Wow, grandpa, is this a girl, really? Why do I need to be so nice to her? She looks kind of doofy."
Bulma had gotten to her feet by this time. She could see that yelling would do no good, and she wasn't too upset over her car. She had a few more, after all. So, she stuffed her temper down as best as she could and asked politely,
"What's in your bag?"
Goku instinctively put a hand over the leather pouch. "My grandpa."
Bulma looked more confused than ever. "Your grandpa?"
Goku nodded, a huge smile on his face.
She shook her head. "What's your name, kid?"
He smiled even wider. "My name's Son Goku!"
"Okay, Goku. Could I see your 'grandpa'?"
His first thought was to quickly say no. He was very protective of the dragonball that he believed contained the spirit of his grandfather. But then he rmembered that Bulma was a girl, and he had to be nice to girls. He thought...
After a second, he undid the strings, and handed the ball over.
A white cat holding a large staff looked down from a very tall tower. A tower so tall, you could almost see the curve of the earth from it. Any normal human would have trouble breathing this high up. But Korin did not.
The squint eyed feline was one of only two gods whose residence was the planet earth. The other was this earth's Kami. And Kami usually did nothing but sit in his throne. Korin liked to watch.
To the gods, life was almost like a TV show. Except, they were part of it, and they could change it. And, it could change them. None of them used their god-powers very often to change the world, but once in a while it happened. Usually, though, they interacted with mortals like other mortals. Korin's senzu beans were a good example.
When they interacted in this way, there were very few differebces between the gods and the mortals. Those differences were quite large, however.
For one thing, most gods could see just a bit into the future. For another, most could escape if their physical well being were in danger.
But Korin preferred to watch, rather than interact. He gave senzu beans, and advice, but nothing more. And years had passed since he had even given any human a bean. Perhaps even centuries. Who knew? Time meant little to him.
Right now, he was quite enthralled with the hunt for the dragon balls.
It had been a long time since mortals had even given thought to the magical artifacts, and few now even knew of them. But apparently someone had found out. Several someones, to be exact.
Bulma Brief had been the first. She had one of them now. Well, two soon. Korin could see far enough ahead to know that Goku would team up with her, and so they would have two.
Apparently, the emperor Choutzu had been next. Choutzu, now there was an enigma. Though no one knew, not even his friend Tien, the guy was part god. He was very strong, stronger than most of his bodyguards, and also more psychic than even Korin or Kami. And he now knew of the dragonballs.
Korin found this all very amusing, to say the least.
There were others who would enter the picture soon. A few even worked for Choutzu, and would betray him. Korin didn't know whick ones, but he had a few suspicions.
That Red Ribbon Army, for instance. They were a sort of vigilante army that worked for Choutzu. But neither the emperor nor Korin trusted them much. But Choutzu's actuall imperial army wasn't very big, so he had to tolerate them.
The cat/god looked on, always smiling. This was getting good. He thought suddenly, that he might get a chance to be a part of it himself, before it was all over.
Choutzu had finally made his choices as to who would be looking for the dragonballs for him. In truth, he had made the choices long ago, but it had taken him this long to convince himself that they were the right ones. Some of these people... well, he didn't totally trust them. But they were the best men for the job.
He would send Tien, but he needed his friend with him. His most trusted advisor and most loyal guard was not someone he just sent away.
"Well, I think I have them, Tien." He said. The triclops looked over at him with interest.
"Who are they?"
"Well, I'm going to send Tao Pai Pai. He's a rather adept martial artist, and I think he's also quite clever."
Tien nodded. "Sounds okay."
Choutzu nodded his agreement. "Also, I'm sending Khayman. He's also quite a fighter, and usues his head. And," Choutzu paused, as if delivering a huge point, "He's not a member of the Red Ribbon Army."
Tien nodded approvingly. "I don't trust all of them, either. Even Tao. He's an even better assassin than me. But Red Ribbon..."
Choutzu smiled a bit. "The last one I'm sending is Yamucha."
Tien jerked noticably. "The bandit? Are you sure?"
Yamucha had been employed by the empire only a few months ago, and he was already rapidly rising in his position. He had been a desert bandit before. But Tien didn't care about that. What bugged him was that Yamucha was the only guy he knew of that even came close to his strength. Well, not really very close, but close enough.
"I think he'll do okay." Choutzu said. "I know you don't like him, Tien, but he's the only other non Red Ribbon guy I could think of that's quallified for this mission."
Tenshinhan shrugged, but was still clearly uneasy. "Your the emperor."
Choutzu sighed and relaxed in his rather large throne. Now all he had to do, was tell the men their asignments.
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I know there are a LOT of different things, but this is only a short chapter. The others will be longer. And this story's going to broaden out a lot as it goes on. Every character will get their piece, and then some.
In the next chapter, we'll see Goku and Bulma set out together, the three men Choutzu is sending out, a few more Dragonball characters will enter the scene, and we'll find out who Choutzu's 'inside agent' is in Capsule Corp.
For those of you who know a lot about Dragonball (as opposed to DBZ), please let me know how I'm doing. And everyone let me know what you think. I like to think this is an original idea.
I mean it. I crave feedback, even if it's bad. So, REVIEW!!!
Ja ne
The Rev.
A/N: This is vastly different from anything you'll find in the rest of my stories, and probably on ff.net. I was reading Choutzu's profile on DoraMouse's story, Character , and I just got this idea. Before the story even begins, I'D like to thank her, because her stories got my mind going on this idea. Take a bow, Dora!
*crickets*
Okay, so DoraMouse isn't actually here. I'll just start the fic.
Chapter One:
A huge castle loomed up in the air, taller than even the palace of the world emperor. There was a reason for this. The world emperor didn't wield as much power as the ruler in the castle, despite his title. The king in this castle, aside from being psycic and immensely strong, was descended from a long line of rulers, and his empire still covered two of the four main islands that made up most of the land mass on the planet.
His name was Choutzu.
On one side of the small, almost doll-like emperor's throne, stood his loyal bodyguard, advisor, and closest friend, Tenshinhan. Choutzu sometimes referred to the tri-clops simply as Tien.
Right now, though, they had to be quite formal. Because the room was filled with the little emperor's most trusted officials. Generals, governors, and other advisors filled the throne room, and all were talking quite loudly. They were all talking about one of two things.
One, was that the so called 'world emperor' was moving to take over their empire and really make himself the leader of the world.
The other thing they spoke of, was an artifact. Or rather, seven artifacts. They were only known of in legend, but it was said that they had the power to grant any wish. They were known as dragonballs.
It seemed that the only two not talking at the tops of their voices were the emperor and his bodyguard. Choutzu leaned on one arm, apparently quite bored. Tien stood as still as a stone, arms crossed, staring straight ahead with all three eyes. He cared nothing for these men or their foolish talk. He would do what the emperor wished, and let it at that. Until then, he tried to keep boredom from striking him dead.
The emperor stood suddenly, his colorful robes swishing about. Silence immediately descended.
"I believe we have a crsis on our hands." Choutzu said in the most formal voice he could muster. He had only just inherited the empire, and was not yet used to talking in this manner.
"I would say we do!" one general yelled out. "What do we do about it?"
Tenshinhan turned wrathfull eyes on the man, and he fell silent right away.
"Be patient," the little emperor breathed softly, "There will be more than enough time for questions. Everyone be silent."
No one spoke. For a second, there was no sound at all.
Then Choutzu took a deep breath and began. "For the past few weeks, since we began to receive threats form the self styled 'world emperor', I have been studying artifacts known as dragonballs. They have the power to call forth a dragon that can grant one wish, no matter what you ask of it."
There was scattered murmering, but it soon quieted and Choutzu continued.
"Apparently, there are seven of these dragonballs, each with a number of stars on it, one though seven. To summon this dragon, they must all be brought together."
"We don't have any exact locations, but I believe we know the approximate area where some of them may be. In the self styled world emperor's realm, there is a family by the name of Brief. Apparently, the daughter of this family has developed a device for finding these artifacts. our inside agent has given us locations to three of them. He has also given us blueprints to build a radar of our own."
Choutzu paused for emphasis. Used to it or not, he was a fairly good public speaker.
"It will take us a few weeks to build this radar, but we are in a great hurry. Therefore, I am sending three of the people in this room to find these artifacts. one of you for each of the ones we know the approximate location for."
One of the genrals raised his hand slowly.
"Yes?" Choutzu aknowleged him.
"Who will be sent, your highness?"
"I will inform the generals who will be sent on this mission privately. No one else will know of it. This opperation is to remain top secret. Anyone who is caught leaking information will receive.." he paused and glanced at Tien ever so slightly, "The most dire consequences."
Several of the men in the room visibly shook. Every one of them had seen Tenshinhan in combat. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Alright, then." The emperor concluded. "You are all dismissed. I will send notice to those I choose to go on this mission."
The men who had been talking loudly about the empire's future just a minute ago now left rather quietly. In a few seconds, the room was empty but for the emperor and his bodyguard.
Choutzu sat back down heavily on the throne and heaved a deep sigh.
A little boy named Goku walked alone in the woods, as he had every day since his grandfather had died. He was carrying a large log home for fire wood. A log at least five feet long, and about four wide. Such a big piece of wood would require a strong man to carry it, under normal circumstances. But young Goku was hardly normal. He carried the wood with ease, and he was just ten years old. And a bit small, at that. The only defining charictaristic about him was the tail flicking back and forth behind him, and his wild mane of hair.
He reached a clearing in the trees he had been walking through, and in the clearing was a small house. Until only a few years ago, it had belonged to a legendary martial arts master named Gohan, adoptive Goku's grandfather. Now, Goku lived alone.
He sat the wood down next to the house, making a mental note to chop it up later, and headed off in the opposite direction. He wanted to play. And what better way to have fun, than to explore the woods around his home?
He had seen them all before, of course, but there were always more. He could go further and further, until he came to a place he had never seen. It was easy for him to find his way back. He had a wonderful sense of direction.
He began to jump over logs, climb trees, and run like it was going out of style. When he played, he played at a furious pace. It was always young Goku's philosophy that when one had fun, it was best to cram as much into every minute as possible.
As he ran, the small pouch on his belt slapped against his thigh. It contained a gold ball, made of some indestructible material, with four stars on it. He talked to it as he played, calling it 'grandpa'. He was sure that it contained the soul of his dead grandfather. He didn't have the slightest clue as to it's true purpous, and if he had been told, he would not have cared. At least, on his own, he wouldn't have cared.
He was getting to the part of the wods he hadn't explored yet. He had been walking, climbing, and jumping for close to an hour now, further from home than he had ever been. He wasn't nervous, though.
At least, he wasn't nervous until he saw a road.
He stood behind a bush a few yrds away, and stared at the strip of concrete in the middle of what he had thought was endless forest. He knew right away that this wasn't alive, but he still had yet to find out if it was safe.
Bravery had always been one of Goku's more prominent featurs, and caution hed never been one. He rushed forward into the road.
The first thing he noticed was that it was much harder than the ground. The second was that it was covered in little yellow lines.
It was quite odd, really. He assumed that other people must have built this, but what for, he couldn't guess.
Now, to young Goku, 'other people' was a very vague idea. He knew his grandpa had been like him, so logically there were probably more. But it wasn't a concept he gave much thought to. He knew that the road was not natural, and it wasn't made by him. Therefore, it must have been made by someone else.
That was as far as the thought went into the boy's mind. When it came to the here and now, and a situation put before him, Goku was quite sharp. But he wasn't much of a theorist. He didn't really put a lot of thought into things far away.
Suddenly, just as he was about to go back into the woods and abandon the road, he heard a sound.
It was like a growling, or even a roaring, from a long way off. He decided to wait and see what it was. His only mission right now was to have fun, and this could possibly turn out to be fun.
There was a curve in the road, so he couldn't see what was making the noise. He stood near the curve, resolving to either be friends with whoever was making the noise, or fight them. Goku loved to fight. But the noise still sounded too quiet to be nearby, so he waited.
You can imagine his surprise when a car zoomed around the corner and slammed into him head on.
He flew back, but only a few feet before he could stop himself. The car, however, let out a loud screech, and stopped moving. It was letting out the low, growling noise Goku had heard.
The young boy got to his feet, ready to fight.
"You must be a monster, to go and hit me like that." He said. "I bet you're really strong. Let's fight!"
The car made no answer. Goku assumed the monster was chicken.
"Okay, I'll make the first move. Hiyah!" he cried out, and slammed a fist into the car's front, denting the metal drastically. The growl went up to a whine, and suddenly stopped.
Goku stood up straight and scratched his head. "I must have killed it."
Then the door opened, and a girl with bluw hair stepped out.
"WOW!" Goku yelled out. "Are you a ghost!?"
The girl was, apparently, quite pissed. "NO! I am Bulma Brief, and you, young man, have just wrecked my car!"
Goku didn't know what to say. Finally, he asked hesitantly, "What's a Bulma Brief?"
The girl threw up her hands in exhasperation. "I'm a girl!"
suddenly, Goku remembered something. He really didn't know what a girl was, but his grandfather had told him that if he ever met one, he had to be nice to them. He looked at her, still suspicious.
"Are you sure you're a girl?"
She seemed to be enraged by this. "OF COURSE!! Haven't you ever seen a beautiful young girl before!?"
He shook his head with wide eyes. "Well, not really."
Bulma was apparently quite startled by this, as she fell flat on her back, with both legs sticking up in the air.
Goku was still quite confused. He spoke to his pouch.
"Wow, grandpa, is this a girl, really? Why do I need to be so nice to her? She looks kind of doofy."
Bulma had gotten to her feet by this time. She could see that yelling would do no good, and she wasn't too upset over her car. She had a few more, after all. So, she stuffed her temper down as best as she could and asked politely,
"What's in your bag?"
Goku instinctively put a hand over the leather pouch. "My grandpa."
Bulma looked more confused than ever. "Your grandpa?"
Goku nodded, a huge smile on his face.
She shook her head. "What's your name, kid?"
He smiled even wider. "My name's Son Goku!"
"Okay, Goku. Could I see your 'grandpa'?"
His first thought was to quickly say no. He was very protective of the dragonball that he believed contained the spirit of his grandfather. But then he rmembered that Bulma was a girl, and he had to be nice to girls. He thought...
After a second, he undid the strings, and handed the ball over.
A white cat holding a large staff looked down from a very tall tower. A tower so tall, you could almost see the curve of the earth from it. Any normal human would have trouble breathing this high up. But Korin did not.
The squint eyed feline was one of only two gods whose residence was the planet earth. The other was this earth's Kami. And Kami usually did nothing but sit in his throne. Korin liked to watch.
To the gods, life was almost like a TV show. Except, they were part of it, and they could change it. And, it could change them. None of them used their god-powers very often to change the world, but once in a while it happened. Usually, though, they interacted with mortals like other mortals. Korin's senzu beans were a good example.
When they interacted in this way, there were very few differebces between the gods and the mortals. Those differences were quite large, however.
For one thing, most gods could see just a bit into the future. For another, most could escape if their physical well being were in danger.
But Korin preferred to watch, rather than interact. He gave senzu beans, and advice, but nothing more. And years had passed since he had even given any human a bean. Perhaps even centuries. Who knew? Time meant little to him.
Right now, he was quite enthralled with the hunt for the dragon balls.
It had been a long time since mortals had even given thought to the magical artifacts, and few now even knew of them. But apparently someone had found out. Several someones, to be exact.
Bulma Brief had been the first. She had one of them now. Well, two soon. Korin could see far enough ahead to know that Goku would team up with her, and so they would have two.
Apparently, the emperor Choutzu had been next. Choutzu, now there was an enigma. Though no one knew, not even his friend Tien, the guy was part god. He was very strong, stronger than most of his bodyguards, and also more psychic than even Korin or Kami. And he now knew of the dragonballs.
Korin found this all very amusing, to say the least.
There were others who would enter the picture soon. A few even worked for Choutzu, and would betray him. Korin didn't know whick ones, but he had a few suspicions.
That Red Ribbon Army, for instance. They were a sort of vigilante army that worked for Choutzu. But neither the emperor nor Korin trusted them much. But Choutzu's actuall imperial army wasn't very big, so he had to tolerate them.
The cat/god looked on, always smiling. This was getting good. He thought suddenly, that he might get a chance to be a part of it himself, before it was all over.
Choutzu had finally made his choices as to who would be looking for the dragonballs for him. In truth, he had made the choices long ago, but it had taken him this long to convince himself that they were the right ones. Some of these people... well, he didn't totally trust them. But they were the best men for the job.
He would send Tien, but he needed his friend with him. His most trusted advisor and most loyal guard was not someone he just sent away.
"Well, I think I have them, Tien." He said. The triclops looked over at him with interest.
"Who are they?"
"Well, I'm going to send Tao Pai Pai. He's a rather adept martial artist, and I think he's also quite clever."
Tien nodded. "Sounds okay."
Choutzu nodded his agreement. "Also, I'm sending Khayman. He's also quite a fighter, and usues his head. And," Choutzu paused, as if delivering a huge point, "He's not a member of the Red Ribbon Army."
Tien nodded approvingly. "I don't trust all of them, either. Even Tao. He's an even better assassin than me. But Red Ribbon..."
Choutzu smiled a bit. "The last one I'm sending is Yamucha."
Tien jerked noticably. "The bandit? Are you sure?"
Yamucha had been employed by the empire only a few months ago, and he was already rapidly rising in his position. He had been a desert bandit before. But Tien didn't care about that. What bugged him was that Yamucha was the only guy he knew of that even came close to his strength. Well, not really very close, but close enough.
"I think he'll do okay." Choutzu said. "I know you don't like him, Tien, but he's the only other non Red Ribbon guy I could think of that's quallified for this mission."
Tenshinhan shrugged, but was still clearly uneasy. "Your the emperor."
Choutzu sighed and relaxed in his rather large throne. Now all he had to do, was tell the men their asignments.
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I know there are a LOT of different things, but this is only a short chapter. The others will be longer. And this story's going to broaden out a lot as it goes on. Every character will get their piece, and then some.
In the next chapter, we'll see Goku and Bulma set out together, the three men Choutzu is sending out, a few more Dragonball characters will enter the scene, and we'll find out who Choutzu's 'inside agent' is in Capsule Corp.
For those of you who know a lot about Dragonball (as opposed to DBZ), please let me know how I'm doing. And everyone let me know what you think. I like to think this is an original idea.
I mean it. I crave feedback, even if it's bad. So, REVIEW!!!
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