Dragon Ball Yugure Z
A Dragon Ball Z fanfiction
by Son Goharotto (son_goharotto@hotmail.com)
Welcome to Dragon Ball Yugure Z, my personal pet project. This is what I like to call a "multi-generational alternaverse epic." Expect a complex story spanning several volumes that are littered with cliff-hangers and titanic battles. DBYZ has been revised in its entirety. While some episodes have merely been ridden of typos, others have been rewritten completely. I'll be starting from the beginning at one episode a day so new readers can join in, undaunted by DBYZ's length, and old readers can review past events. All this is leading up to the new Episode 37, from which I'll try to keep a normal updating pace instead of letting this be forgotten as it once was.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I mgiht wish it not to be, DBZ does not belong to me. It's the property of Akira Toriyama-sama and many others who (unfortunately) aren't me. I'm not trying to make any money off of this and it's just a way for me to show my love of all things Dragon Ball. Well, except maybe GT. Bleah. I is teh poor, so don't sue me.
WARNINGS: As a whole, this series contains mature language (usually in Japanese), graphic violence, brutality, mature situations (non-lemon), and a touch of angst.
NOTES: A liberal amount of Japanese vocabulary is sprinkled throughout, though nothing extremely important is ever said in another language that isn't translated. Mostly just basic Otaku Japanese. I've compiled a list of phrases I use on my homepage here: www.enpitsudo-dojo.com/libjapanese.html.
"dialogue"
""layered voice"" (Fusion, for example)
{alien language}
[thoughts, telepathy, memories]
_stressed words_
*sounds*
~scene change~
Volume II -- 24 Hours
Episode 17 -- Is This Excited Girl the Next Z Soldier!? A New Kami for Chikyuu!!
"'Slow' he says!" Paresu thought aloud. A day before, she couldn't have done one push-up to save her life, but now she was doing them vertically, just like her idol. Although, Goku preferred to use only one hand.
Flipping to his feet, Goku brushed off his hands. "I guess that's enough for now. I'm really impressed. I didn't think you'd catch on so fast, or be able to do so many!"
Attempting to do as he had, Paresu ended up on her butt instead. Dusting off her bottom embarrassedly, "So many! I could only do a hundred! You did what, a thousand?"
"Three," he said, casual but not immodest. This went on for nearly three months. Rotating their routine evenly, Goku introduced Paresu to an array of exercises that would boost the girl's strength, speed, and stamina. Goku may not have been an expert personal trainer, but he seemed to have a knack for this sort of thing. He knew exactly what had to be done to get the results the teen expected of him and she was progressing rapidly because of it. In fact, Paresu was finally ready to step out into the Seishin's altered landscape.
The pair had discovered this quite by accident. It happened while Goku was showing her some rudimentary katas to help build agility. The girl wasn't really paying attention to where she was and she actually stepped off the dias, but with no ill effects. The momentum of the exercise was apparently keeping her going and the second she stopped, Paresu almost collapsed.
But the key word is 'almost'.
Thanks to her training, the teen managed to stay on both feet. Paresu looked quite silly hunched over like a gorilla and she still couldn't move more than a few inches, but Goku had to applaud her. That alone was a testament to how strong she was becoming in such a short time. They had decided to take a break then, but when they went out refreshed the next 'day', she had no such difficulties. It still required all her concentration to move around, but her balance was exquisite. The Saiyajin even had to start paying serious attention to his own movements when she somersaulted over his head and--distracted--he crashed to the ground. From that point on, Paresu could finally join her idol in some serious training.
"So what are we doing today?" Paresu asked from bed. The girl had decided that when one is so exhausted as to fall asleep in one's clothes, privacy during slumber was a moot point. She had taken up sleeping in the bed next to Goku's and on a few occasions had even dozed off while sitting with him.
"I was thinking of trying something a little harder," Goku admitted. He was sprawled out on his own bed, several empty food jars on the floor. They had discovered that as long as the jars were returned to their places in the pantry, they would always be full. Neither guessed as to how it worked, instead grateful that it did or they would have starved by now. "I showed you some basic kata, but now you're ready to learn something useful. C'mon," he said, jumping out of bed. He grabbed Paresu, swinging her up over his shoulder where she kicked and screamed playfully. The Saiyajin laughed as he carried her out to their accustomed training area just beyond the dias.
When they arrived, the girl gave him a sharp knee to the chest that didn't actually hurt the man, but it did prompt him to let her go. Using his broad shoulder for leverage, Paresu flipped over his back and spun, landing easily on her feet. "So, old man. What do you think you've got left to show me?" she joked, giving him a wink.
The Saiyajin suddenly erupted in a flurry of attacks all directed at the teen. She stumbled back, trying to block or dodge the way she thought she should and ended up face down on the white, almost linoleum-like ground. The man never hit her once, but still proved his point. Stopping, he leaned over to help the girl to her feet. "That was pathetic," Goku laughed. Noticing her scowl, "Nice try though. Anyway, that's what I'm gonna teach you to do: fight."
"What do I do first?"
"For now, just do what I do." Goku assumed a fighting stance, facing to the side with legs spread slightly. His arms were raised and held out a bit from the body, hands open. "This is a basic fighting stance that I learned while training in the Kame-sen'nin style, but it's also common to other martial arts. Facing to the side gives your opponent a smaller area of your body to hit. Also, having your hands open instead of closed makes it easier to switch from punches to grappling."
Paresu studied his form closely and mimicked the stance. "Like this?"
"Yeah, that's about right," the Saiyajin commented. "But you've got your hands clenched in claws. It may look like that, but try to keep them loose.........that's better. Yosh', now I'll show you how to attack from this stance."
His left arm extended in a slow jab, showing her to keep the arm from locking straight. Next was a right cross, followed by a left hook. The girl mastered the basic punches quickly and he moved on to show her the faster, more direct ones. It took her a while to figure out that the power of a lunge came more from the movement of the body than the punch itself. Moving on the kicks, Goku explained how to get a quick, effective strike without compromising balance. Paresu obviously didn't have much experience with this either, landing on her butt with her first attempt. She learned that the straight blows of the side kick and front kick were usually more dangerous to the attacker in a real fight. The teen quickly got the hang of utilizing quick snap kicks and the spinning roundhouse, which were easier to link with other attacks.
Indeed, it wasn't long before she could cycle through faster, more applicable katas. However, Pares knew full well that the rudimentary techniques Goku was showing her were nothing compared to what he was capable of. Determined to grow even stronger, she convinced him to kept at it for another month. In time, the Saiyajin was shocked to see that she could match him move for move. The agility and grace of her form gave her an advantage the speed of her attacks was almost equal to his own.
"I don't get it," he muttered one day. "How'd you get so strong so fast?"
"I really don't know, Goku-sama. I just want this so much--" Paresu admitted, instantly regretting those choice of words. It may have been a hormone-soaked mind that was making her think it, but what she had just said could have been interpreted as meaning something completely different.
Fortunately, Goku didn't quite catch it. "Maybe. When I was a kid, my skill jumped real fast because I was training for the Budokai's. I guess if you really want to be stronger, then you can pass your own limits."
"H-hai, that's probably it," she agreed shakily, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He didn't. "Ya know, I'd like to have an actually sparring match with you. I wanna see just how much better you got." The Saiyajin fell back into a fighting stance and waved her on. With a confident grin, "Ikuze!"
"Um, okay then." Paresu took deep breath and followed suit, assuming another basic stance he had taught her. She stood with her body slightly facing him, weight balanced on the back leg. Her advancing foot was held lightly on the ground, ready to strike. One fist was raised up in front of her to defend an incoming attack and the other held low and away, prepared to swing in from a variety of angles. With a short kiai, Paresu charged.
Needless to say, it was a short spar. While the girl may have been able to strike as quickly as her teacher, she had neither the sheer speed and power he possessed, nor his vast experience. Paresu fought hard and even landed a few blows, but what did manage to breach Goku's defense lacked the power she was hoping for. In the teen's defense, many of her attacks were blocked instead of simply being avoided, which spoke of the skill she had acquired so quickly. As strong and fast as she had become, Paresu still lacked endurance and after five minutes she was tiring visibly. A roundhouse that was just barely too slow was easily avoided and Goku crouched, sweeping the girl off her feet.
Though not quite the way she hoped he would.
Landing unceremoniously on her bottom, "Itai!" Paresu decided to give in then and there, stretching out on the ground to give her muscles time to relax. Her chest rose and fall with long, deep breaths. Aware of how she must look, the girl pushed herself back to a sitting position. "Okay....you kicked....my butt. I guess....I still have a lot to learn."
Goku reached down and clasped the teen by the hand, pulling her to her feet. She wrapped an arm around the Saiyajin's shoulders and he helped her back onto the dias. As the walked, Paresu's nose perked up and she made a face. "Whew! Is that you or me?"
The man sniffed his shirt, unsure. "I think we're both pretty rank," he finally said with a laugh. "You wait here while I get the bath ready."
The girl eased down onto a bed. "Is there even one here?" she wondered.
"Hai, it's over here," Goku answered. He walked around to the other side of the dias and opened a sliding door that Paresu had never noticed before. It led to a small sauna; one side of the room devoted to a moderately sized bath with indoor plumbing. "The water should be ready by the time you can move around again," he chuckled.
Paresu flopped onto her back and dozed off. When she awoke, there was no sign of the Saiyajin, but there was still steam leaking out from behind the sliding door. She guessed he had taken his own bath and gone back to training, because he was no where in sight.
The teen managed to sit up, still sore but not in any actual pain. She slowly peeled off her gi, letting it drop to the floor with a dull thud. Not long ago she decided to start using weighted clothes, though hers were considerably lighter than her sensei's. Untying the belt, her billowy pants slid down next to the shirt and she stepped out of her new pair of boots. As she unwound the under-wrappings, Paresu contemplated her relationship with her idol.
The Saiyajin was handsome, no doubt about that. There was a boyish quality about his battle-scarred face that was very cute, his easy grin and friendly eyes were comforting. The warmth in his heart seemed big enough for everyone in the world, but she noticed smaller things, barely noticeable to anyone who hadn't spent so much time alone with him. The way he stood, slouching just a bit. Or the way he sat, as if thankful for a reprieve from his weariness. He was lonely and Paresu desperately wanted it to be otherwise. Not only did she look up to him and want to be like him, but there was something more there now. This became more apparent to her as she removed her underwear.
Quickly grabbing a cotton terry robe off of her bed, she quickly skipped across the open area of the building. Half afraid Goku would see her--and half afraid he wouldn't--she decided to tempt fate. But when she crossed to the other side, she didn't see the Saiyajin anywhere. Of course, he _could_ fly. Giggling, the girl didn't bother to look up. She made it to the sliding door and opened it, hastily stepping inside. Seeing a couple pegs on the wall, she hung her robe. Goku crossed behind her and he grabbed a towel off another peg to dry his wild hair. Paresu froze as he walked by.
"Good to see you feelin' better, Paresu-chan. It's all yours," he announced innocently, blissfully ignorant that they were both quite naked.
Frozen by surprise, she didn't move an inch until after he closed the door behind him. Paresu breathed a heavy sigh of relief. That was a very...awkward situation. Still feeling very self-conscious, Paresu stepped into the bath and sunk down up to her chin. Content to just soak, she reflected on the incident for a moment. Under her breath, "Kuso..."
~~~~~
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Dende-san," Popo replied bowing. "I am Mr. Popo. Popo takes care of this compound." After Dende closed the hatch to his ship, he followed the djinn across the courtyard towards the palace's main building. "May I ask why you are here?" he asked.
"Well you see," the Namek-seijin began, "My people on our new planet have been monitoring the events here on Chikyuu. We noticed that there was a disturbance here by some unknown evil force."
"Indeed," Popo confirmed, nodding his head. "A bizarre alien beast we called Nagareboshi. It quite nearly destroyed this planet searching for Son-san and the others. But just recently, he and the remaining warriors defeated it."
"As we are aware. As soon as we could no longer sense the creature's presence, I asked the elder to allow me to come here. We watched as the Z Senshi were killed by this 'Nagareboshi' one by one, so I was not allowed to come. I was forced to stand by and do nothing, even as Piccolo too was beaten. But now that it is safe, I would like to help you and the senshi fix this world."
Popo stopped and turned to face the young man. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Y-you mean...?"
"Yes, I would like to fill the role as this planet's guardian. Many others of my people have had the same notion and have set out to watch over other planets, protecting their inhabitants. Now I would like to do the same for Chikyuu." Dende bowed his head, solemn. "I am no fighter and I would be useless against some new foe. But the heroes of this planet saved my race and I wish to repay them by helping any way I can."
"Th-then... You will stay? And become the new Kami?" the round man asked, his voice quavering.
Bowing, "If you accept." The short, dark man cried out with joy and gave the startled Namek-seijin a hug. Weeping with joy, he danced around the young man. "Ah, I guess I'll take that as a 'yes'?"
~~~~~
"You're going to deplete the race if you keep this up, my dear."
"Quiet! You know as well as I that they breed asexually. I see no danger," Amaterasu scoffed. After making her move, she returned to brushing her luxurious midnight-hued tresses. She had long been scattering her own forces in a seemingly futile attempt to bring much needed balance to the universe. Mikaboshi obviously didn't see it that way, but the Sun Goddess knew he was just upset that she was keeping tabs on him.
"Let her do what she wants. She's a big girl now," Susanoh drawled, giving his sister a lopsided grin. She spared him a venomous sneer and ignored the god as he made a beeline for the playing field. The man stopped and bent over to better examine his potential moves. After a pause, he turned Bishamon's knight and Amatsu's pawn so they were facing each other.
"Just...why did you do that?" the samurai deity queried. As confused as he was, Susanoh ignored him and strolled away while whistling innocently. The dark god looked past the other two and considered his choices. His elder brother had changed the game now, moving his pawn closer to the enemy. Seeing something that Bishamon did not, Mikaboshi gladly let the act slide and formulated a new plan. However, there was a very minor detail that the Lord of Darkness was overlooking. Susanoh peered over his shoulder at Mikaboshi, giving a small snort.
A Dragon Ball Z fanfiction
by Son Goharotto (son_goharotto@hotmail.com)
Welcome to Dragon Ball Yugure Z, my personal pet project. This is what I like to call a "multi-generational alternaverse epic." Expect a complex story spanning several volumes that are littered with cliff-hangers and titanic battles. DBYZ has been revised in its entirety. While some episodes have merely been ridden of typos, others have been rewritten completely. I'll be starting from the beginning at one episode a day so new readers can join in, undaunted by DBYZ's length, and old readers can review past events. All this is leading up to the new Episode 37, from which I'll try to keep a normal updating pace instead of letting this be forgotten as it once was.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I mgiht wish it not to be, DBZ does not belong to me. It's the property of Akira Toriyama-sama and many others who (unfortunately) aren't me. I'm not trying to make any money off of this and it's just a way for me to show my love of all things Dragon Ball. Well, except maybe GT. Bleah. I is teh poor, so don't sue me.
WARNINGS: As a whole, this series contains mature language (usually in Japanese), graphic violence, brutality, mature situations (non-lemon), and a touch of angst.
NOTES: A liberal amount of Japanese vocabulary is sprinkled throughout, though nothing extremely important is ever said in another language that isn't translated. Mostly just basic Otaku Japanese. I've compiled a list of phrases I use on my homepage here: www.enpitsudo-dojo.com/libjapanese.html.
"dialogue"
""layered voice"" (Fusion, for example)
{alien language}
[thoughts, telepathy, memories]
_stressed words_
*sounds*
~scene change~
Volume II -- 24 Hours
Episode 17 -- Is This Excited Girl the Next Z Soldier!? A New Kami for Chikyuu!!
"'Slow' he says!" Paresu thought aloud. A day before, she couldn't have done one push-up to save her life, but now she was doing them vertically, just like her idol. Although, Goku preferred to use only one hand.
Flipping to his feet, Goku brushed off his hands. "I guess that's enough for now. I'm really impressed. I didn't think you'd catch on so fast, or be able to do so many!"
Attempting to do as he had, Paresu ended up on her butt instead. Dusting off her bottom embarrassedly, "So many! I could only do a hundred! You did what, a thousand?"
"Three," he said, casual but not immodest. This went on for nearly three months. Rotating their routine evenly, Goku introduced Paresu to an array of exercises that would boost the girl's strength, speed, and stamina. Goku may not have been an expert personal trainer, but he seemed to have a knack for this sort of thing. He knew exactly what had to be done to get the results the teen expected of him and she was progressing rapidly because of it. In fact, Paresu was finally ready to step out into the Seishin's altered landscape.
The pair had discovered this quite by accident. It happened while Goku was showing her some rudimentary katas to help build agility. The girl wasn't really paying attention to where she was and she actually stepped off the dias, but with no ill effects. The momentum of the exercise was apparently keeping her going and the second she stopped, Paresu almost collapsed.
But the key word is 'almost'.
Thanks to her training, the teen managed to stay on both feet. Paresu looked quite silly hunched over like a gorilla and she still couldn't move more than a few inches, but Goku had to applaud her. That alone was a testament to how strong she was becoming in such a short time. They had decided to take a break then, but when they went out refreshed the next 'day', she had no such difficulties. It still required all her concentration to move around, but her balance was exquisite. The Saiyajin even had to start paying serious attention to his own movements when she somersaulted over his head and--distracted--he crashed to the ground. From that point on, Paresu could finally join her idol in some serious training.
"So what are we doing today?" Paresu asked from bed. The girl had decided that when one is so exhausted as to fall asleep in one's clothes, privacy during slumber was a moot point. She had taken up sleeping in the bed next to Goku's and on a few occasions had even dozed off while sitting with him.
"I was thinking of trying something a little harder," Goku admitted. He was sprawled out on his own bed, several empty food jars on the floor. They had discovered that as long as the jars were returned to their places in the pantry, they would always be full. Neither guessed as to how it worked, instead grateful that it did or they would have starved by now. "I showed you some basic kata, but now you're ready to learn something useful. C'mon," he said, jumping out of bed. He grabbed Paresu, swinging her up over his shoulder where she kicked and screamed playfully. The Saiyajin laughed as he carried her out to their accustomed training area just beyond the dias.
When they arrived, the girl gave him a sharp knee to the chest that didn't actually hurt the man, but it did prompt him to let her go. Using his broad shoulder for leverage, Paresu flipped over his back and spun, landing easily on her feet. "So, old man. What do you think you've got left to show me?" she joked, giving him a wink.
The Saiyajin suddenly erupted in a flurry of attacks all directed at the teen. She stumbled back, trying to block or dodge the way she thought she should and ended up face down on the white, almost linoleum-like ground. The man never hit her once, but still proved his point. Stopping, he leaned over to help the girl to her feet. "That was pathetic," Goku laughed. Noticing her scowl, "Nice try though. Anyway, that's what I'm gonna teach you to do: fight."
"What do I do first?"
"For now, just do what I do." Goku assumed a fighting stance, facing to the side with legs spread slightly. His arms were raised and held out a bit from the body, hands open. "This is a basic fighting stance that I learned while training in the Kame-sen'nin style, but it's also common to other martial arts. Facing to the side gives your opponent a smaller area of your body to hit. Also, having your hands open instead of closed makes it easier to switch from punches to grappling."
Paresu studied his form closely and mimicked the stance. "Like this?"
"Yeah, that's about right," the Saiyajin commented. "But you've got your hands clenched in claws. It may look like that, but try to keep them loose.........that's better. Yosh', now I'll show you how to attack from this stance."
His left arm extended in a slow jab, showing her to keep the arm from locking straight. Next was a right cross, followed by a left hook. The girl mastered the basic punches quickly and he moved on to show her the faster, more direct ones. It took her a while to figure out that the power of a lunge came more from the movement of the body than the punch itself. Moving on the kicks, Goku explained how to get a quick, effective strike without compromising balance. Paresu obviously didn't have much experience with this either, landing on her butt with her first attempt. She learned that the straight blows of the side kick and front kick were usually more dangerous to the attacker in a real fight. The teen quickly got the hang of utilizing quick snap kicks and the spinning roundhouse, which were easier to link with other attacks.
Indeed, it wasn't long before she could cycle through faster, more applicable katas. However, Pares knew full well that the rudimentary techniques Goku was showing her were nothing compared to what he was capable of. Determined to grow even stronger, she convinced him to kept at it for another month. In time, the Saiyajin was shocked to see that she could match him move for move. The agility and grace of her form gave her an advantage the speed of her attacks was almost equal to his own.
"I don't get it," he muttered one day. "How'd you get so strong so fast?"
"I really don't know, Goku-sama. I just want this so much--" Paresu admitted, instantly regretting those choice of words. It may have been a hormone-soaked mind that was making her think it, but what she had just said could have been interpreted as meaning something completely different.
Fortunately, Goku didn't quite catch it. "Maybe. When I was a kid, my skill jumped real fast because I was training for the Budokai's. I guess if you really want to be stronger, then you can pass your own limits."
"H-hai, that's probably it," she agreed shakily, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He didn't. "Ya know, I'd like to have an actually sparring match with you. I wanna see just how much better you got." The Saiyajin fell back into a fighting stance and waved her on. With a confident grin, "Ikuze!"
"Um, okay then." Paresu took deep breath and followed suit, assuming another basic stance he had taught her. She stood with her body slightly facing him, weight balanced on the back leg. Her advancing foot was held lightly on the ground, ready to strike. One fist was raised up in front of her to defend an incoming attack and the other held low and away, prepared to swing in from a variety of angles. With a short kiai, Paresu charged.
Needless to say, it was a short spar. While the girl may have been able to strike as quickly as her teacher, she had neither the sheer speed and power he possessed, nor his vast experience. Paresu fought hard and even landed a few blows, but what did manage to breach Goku's defense lacked the power she was hoping for. In the teen's defense, many of her attacks were blocked instead of simply being avoided, which spoke of the skill she had acquired so quickly. As strong and fast as she had become, Paresu still lacked endurance and after five minutes she was tiring visibly. A roundhouse that was just barely too slow was easily avoided and Goku crouched, sweeping the girl off her feet.
Though not quite the way she hoped he would.
Landing unceremoniously on her bottom, "Itai!" Paresu decided to give in then and there, stretching out on the ground to give her muscles time to relax. Her chest rose and fall with long, deep breaths. Aware of how she must look, the girl pushed herself back to a sitting position. "Okay....you kicked....my butt. I guess....I still have a lot to learn."
Goku reached down and clasped the teen by the hand, pulling her to her feet. She wrapped an arm around the Saiyajin's shoulders and he helped her back onto the dias. As the walked, Paresu's nose perked up and she made a face. "Whew! Is that you or me?"
The man sniffed his shirt, unsure. "I think we're both pretty rank," he finally said with a laugh. "You wait here while I get the bath ready."
The girl eased down onto a bed. "Is there even one here?" she wondered.
"Hai, it's over here," Goku answered. He walked around to the other side of the dias and opened a sliding door that Paresu had never noticed before. It led to a small sauna; one side of the room devoted to a moderately sized bath with indoor plumbing. "The water should be ready by the time you can move around again," he chuckled.
Paresu flopped onto her back and dozed off. When she awoke, there was no sign of the Saiyajin, but there was still steam leaking out from behind the sliding door. She guessed he had taken his own bath and gone back to training, because he was no where in sight.
The teen managed to sit up, still sore but not in any actual pain. She slowly peeled off her gi, letting it drop to the floor with a dull thud. Not long ago she decided to start using weighted clothes, though hers were considerably lighter than her sensei's. Untying the belt, her billowy pants slid down next to the shirt and she stepped out of her new pair of boots. As she unwound the under-wrappings, Paresu contemplated her relationship with her idol.
The Saiyajin was handsome, no doubt about that. There was a boyish quality about his battle-scarred face that was very cute, his easy grin and friendly eyes were comforting. The warmth in his heart seemed big enough for everyone in the world, but she noticed smaller things, barely noticeable to anyone who hadn't spent so much time alone with him. The way he stood, slouching just a bit. Or the way he sat, as if thankful for a reprieve from his weariness. He was lonely and Paresu desperately wanted it to be otherwise. Not only did she look up to him and want to be like him, but there was something more there now. This became more apparent to her as she removed her underwear.
Quickly grabbing a cotton terry robe off of her bed, she quickly skipped across the open area of the building. Half afraid Goku would see her--and half afraid he wouldn't--she decided to tempt fate. But when she crossed to the other side, she didn't see the Saiyajin anywhere. Of course, he _could_ fly. Giggling, the girl didn't bother to look up. She made it to the sliding door and opened it, hastily stepping inside. Seeing a couple pegs on the wall, she hung her robe. Goku crossed behind her and he grabbed a towel off another peg to dry his wild hair. Paresu froze as he walked by.
"Good to see you feelin' better, Paresu-chan. It's all yours," he announced innocently, blissfully ignorant that they were both quite naked.
Frozen by surprise, she didn't move an inch until after he closed the door behind him. Paresu breathed a heavy sigh of relief. That was a very...awkward situation. Still feeling very self-conscious, Paresu stepped into the bath and sunk down up to her chin. Content to just soak, she reflected on the incident for a moment. Under her breath, "Kuso..."
~~~~~
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Dende-san," Popo replied bowing. "I am Mr. Popo. Popo takes care of this compound." After Dende closed the hatch to his ship, he followed the djinn across the courtyard towards the palace's main building. "May I ask why you are here?" he asked.
"Well you see," the Namek-seijin began, "My people on our new planet have been monitoring the events here on Chikyuu. We noticed that there was a disturbance here by some unknown evil force."
"Indeed," Popo confirmed, nodding his head. "A bizarre alien beast we called Nagareboshi. It quite nearly destroyed this planet searching for Son-san and the others. But just recently, he and the remaining warriors defeated it."
"As we are aware. As soon as we could no longer sense the creature's presence, I asked the elder to allow me to come here. We watched as the Z Senshi were killed by this 'Nagareboshi' one by one, so I was not allowed to come. I was forced to stand by and do nothing, even as Piccolo too was beaten. But now that it is safe, I would like to help you and the senshi fix this world."
Popo stopped and turned to face the young man. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Y-you mean...?"
"Yes, I would like to fill the role as this planet's guardian. Many others of my people have had the same notion and have set out to watch over other planets, protecting their inhabitants. Now I would like to do the same for Chikyuu." Dende bowed his head, solemn. "I am no fighter and I would be useless against some new foe. But the heroes of this planet saved my race and I wish to repay them by helping any way I can."
"Th-then... You will stay? And become the new Kami?" the round man asked, his voice quavering.
Bowing, "If you accept." The short, dark man cried out with joy and gave the startled Namek-seijin a hug. Weeping with joy, he danced around the young man. "Ah, I guess I'll take that as a 'yes'?"
~~~~~
"You're going to deplete the race if you keep this up, my dear."
"Quiet! You know as well as I that they breed asexually. I see no danger," Amaterasu scoffed. After making her move, she returned to brushing her luxurious midnight-hued tresses. She had long been scattering her own forces in a seemingly futile attempt to bring much needed balance to the universe. Mikaboshi obviously didn't see it that way, but the Sun Goddess knew he was just upset that she was keeping tabs on him.
"Let her do what she wants. She's a big girl now," Susanoh drawled, giving his sister a lopsided grin. She spared him a venomous sneer and ignored the god as he made a beeline for the playing field. The man stopped and bent over to better examine his potential moves. After a pause, he turned Bishamon's knight and Amatsu's pawn so they were facing each other.
"Just...why did you do that?" the samurai deity queried. As confused as he was, Susanoh ignored him and strolled away while whistling innocently. The dark god looked past the other two and considered his choices. His elder brother had changed the game now, moving his pawn closer to the enemy. Seeing something that Bishamon did not, Mikaboshi gladly let the act slide and formulated a new plan. However, there was a very minor detail that the Lord of Darkness was overlooking. Susanoh peered over his shoulder at Mikaboshi, giving a small snort.