Hello kiddies, here is my first pathetic attempt at a Dragon Ball Z story. Yes, I do have the gull to insert my very own character in it, too. Don't hate me pleads in the classic begging knee position for it.
A warning for all the Chi Chi lovers out there: She's non-existent in this fiction. That means that she's dead laughs evil laugh. I never really cared for her nagging ways, anyway. I know I'm going to get some flames for it, so bring it on J .
On a brighter note: thanks to all the people who are reading this. Feel free to e-mail me and review. Based on reviews, I will decide whether or not to continue on. You be the judge and jury.
DISCLAIMER: Gee, I wish I owned Dragon Ball Z, but, sadly, I don't. I would be a millionaire if I did, but I am poor. Therefore, please don't sue me. I'm merely borrowing the characters for a non-profit purpose. Sniff, sniff don't leave me with out a home.
Now on to the story.
It Won't Rain All the Time
Prologue
By: Empress Earth
Goku could remember the day as if it were yesterday. The gray over cast threatened to open up and cry all of its frustrations away. The growling thunder signaled that the on coming storm was getting nearer. Much was like Goku—getting nearer to shedding long awaited tears. Trying to be strong for his children was next to impossible.
The cherry wood casket was being slowly lowered into its final resting-place. Goku quickly caught the loud sob that has been threatening to rise out of his throat, but he finally let his silent tears shed. He would never hear his Chi Chi nag him about fighting all the time. Never hear her fuss at Gohan to finish his homework. Never taste her sweet lips or her good cooking.
As the casket was lowered, and the dirt was being put in place, a loud bang of thunder screamed out, and the clouds opened their bellies for all of its contents to be poured out. Goku and his two sons stood there trying to let the rain beat the grief out of them, but to no avail. The crowd slowly left to let the family have some last minute time alone with their loved one.
It was one year from that painful day, and Goku was still in grieving. He had neither the will nor the strength to fight anymore. Dark circles were clearly seen under his eyes, and his unkempt hair was more unkempt than usual. He slumped when he walked, and there was no innocence to his voice. That died when Chi Chi died.
Gohan and Goten tried to help their father through his depression, but Goku paid no attention to their attempts. They would try to get their father to spar with them, to raise his spirits with his one true passion: fighting. Goku would just wave his children away telling them he was not in the mood. Not knowing what to do, they talked to all of Goku's close friends and tried their suggestions, but nothing would pull Goku out of his slump.
They finally went to Master Roshi with their frustrating delima. Roshi had a knowing smile on his face and told the boys that he knew just what to do. Leaving them with that, he picked up the phone and began dialing….
Well, I know it is kind of short, but it is only the prologue. I hope it will get better after this, cause I'm kind of pulling this all out of my butt.
Thanks again graciously bows for reading my fiction. Let me know what you think, and review. While you are at it, e-mail me, too. I will try to answer all of your e-mails. My address is: empress_earth@sailormoon.com. Thank you. By the way, flames are welcome.