Legal disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Well, even though no one has reviewed the first chapter yet, I'm putting in the next. I know that so far it hasn't been as offensive as promised, but it will pick up soon. Feel free to give any comments. R&R, or whatever, since this is my first story on this site. Really, it's my first fanfic that I stuck with in a long time. Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eight years ago, how perfectly I remember it. I felt so tired. Everything was beginning to feel futile. I had been training for a year after I was defeated by Son Goku, and I finally had burned myself out on it. I was only four in human years, but I stressed as hard as any adult could do. I took up drinking and smoking (I have done these things before and since, however not as rashly) and I couldn't find enough patience in me anymore to meditate.
When I went to sleep one night, my dream slipped from being only my own imagination to becoming a median ground for an intruder. This intruder came before me with a grin full of malice. "Do you remember me?" He said in a dark chorded tone.
"Of course I remember you," I said with a laugh,"You're the old geezer who comes to me, telling me whatever memory he failed to implant into my own head that he thinks is needed. You certainly do shabby work sometimes while under pressure, Father."
He chuckled to this greeting. "My son," he crossed his arms, "I can see that your desires and excelling has become a tedious routine for you. Am I right?"
"What clued that? The binge drinking? The close to overdose on what I smoke? Or just the fact that I seem overall discontented?"
"I would say your being a smart-ass would be the revelation, but you were that while you were satisfied with your training. My son, you're goal to take over the world should not be lacking. If you wish, I could introduce the other grounds that you should be covering. I promise it will tear out that monotony... at least for a little while."
I stared at him in a grimace. My father, Piccolo Daimaou, was an insidious man. The context of his offer had to include strategies of deceit. This did not bother me; it was mostly the fact that he would bother my sleep to introduce his knowledge to me. "What is it?"
"Centuries ago, I decided to study those Ningen and their habits. I wanted to know more than what can be learned by simply standing on the outside looking in. I wanted to know how to strike their minds and their psyche past what standard violence could deal. By this time, I had already acquired much in power and wealth. I employed a certain witch to make for me a ring with a special ability."
"A ring? And what good does this do for me? What kind of power can some jewelry have that could be any value for my needs?"
"To know more that you can from being outside, you must be inside, my son. The rings this witch made could change the appearance of the wearer as long as it was worn. I masqueraded as a human for a bit of time with it."
I felt ill. "You want me to live with humans? And use your ring to do so?"
"Not my ring. My ring was destroyed long ago. However, with what I have leftover of my wealth, you may be able to buy your own from that old crone."
"You're serious?! I do not see what good--"
"Just do so, my son." he said, melding into the darkness of the dream.
I went to the old witch as instructed. She seemed rather ecstatic that she finally has a customer (especially the son of one of her best customers) that wanted one of her magical trinkets. As it turned out, father's wealth could not pay entirely for the ring. No surprise, I thought.
"Now, to make you look human..." she stared at me attentively. It made me rather uncomfortable, mostly as I was ordered to take off most of my clothing so that she could "cover every point". Perverted old wench... "Most of this is easy. Just some basic smoothing out and color changing effects. I am however concerned with your head. With your father, I believe I gave him hair and cut back as much as can be of the antennae and pointed ears. The teeth too." She turned a nob on an old looking box and an appearance was projected onto me from a lens on its side. After she adjusted it a bit, she became satisfied for the most part. "Long hair, it seems, always works best in these situations. And I'll make it black (it seems more natural with you). But something is missing..."
I really wished she didn't decide to spend what seemed like hours staring at me, trying to figure out what was wrong. "Ah!" she finally said, "I've got it!"
"What? What is it?" I just wanted to get some damn clothes on as soon as possible.
She giggled (which only disturbed me out even more) and adjusted another nob on the box again. I didn't realize what she changed until I looked in the mirror set before me. "A beard?"
"Well, more like a goutee'. It matches your devilish style," she turned some nobs and the projection disappeared. Then a few seconds later, a ring popped out of the strange box. She handed it to me."Get some human clothes in the back. I'm sure you could find something your size--"
I had already ran there to get dressed before she finished.
"Red Stave Pub" was one of the most successful bars in North Capital. As luck would have it, one of the head bartenders (I was told his name was Feri or something like that) had become bedridden with a venereal disease and the owner was looking for a replacement. With my drinking experience I learned a lot about mixing and pouring, so I applied under the name Dorai Berumotto and was tested by the owner. I was praised as being one of the best he's ever seen and was hired on the spot.
My new occupation, of course, forced me to socialize. I already knew how to take care of drunkards, however the problem that set to me was my quick rise in popularity. As frightened as most are towards my looks normally, it was a change to find that, as a human, I was practically mobbed by women. I kept being referred to as "the handsome new guy" or "devil's looks". I would have had no opinion on the matter if it weren't for the owner's niece: a waitress named Uwaki. Although she was the most sought after woman in the pub, I loathed her the most out of the people I met here. Why any man could ever want to be with *that* is beyond my reasoning. But even with my blaring contempt I had for her, she clung on to me like a parasite does on a host.
Well, not even a week passed before my partner bartender, Aure, had been sent to the hospital. It turns out he contracted the same venereal disease Feri had... Anyway, the owner put up advertisements immediately for another bartender. I didn't think this would affect me much, and I didn't really care who would be hired next. But my new partner would come in soon come in to answer before the week was over, and I was presented with a reason to care.
When she walked in, all the men hushed first. When I became aware of a new person in the room, I looked up from the cocktail I was preparing to a woman, well built, black-haired and fair-skinned, carrying the sign our boss put up outside. She saw Uwaki first, and asked her if she could talk to the owner.
"Sure, I guess..." Uwaki went to the door to his office and knocked. "Uncle Nama, some girl's here to replace Aure!"
"A girl?" His voice came from inside. He came out and took a long look at her. When she started to appear uncomfortable, he finally handed her a form, telling her to fill it out all of the essentials. She nodded and sat down at the end of the bar, taking out a pen.
I went back to my job. The woman was different, but it didn't really matter, did it? I completed a few more orders before Nama ushered her behind the counter with me. "Dorai, do you mind if I test her out back here?" I waved my hand in compliance. He turned to her and started off with his own orders.
"First, I want you to make me a Flying Dutchman." he said. She did so, and he tasted it. "All right, next I want a Red Lion." This continued for a while. He went through the same list he did with me and she prepared every drink, whether layered, shaken, or stirred, perfectly. He gleefully accepted her, and went stumbling off to get her a bartender's uniform.
Since it was certain to be a while before he would come back with it, I decided I should know more about my new co-worker. However Shuran, a regular with a substantial tab, was way ahead of me on that.
"A pretty new face! Ah, I'm sure you have good taste. You look like a smart girl, after all." He said with his "lady killer" smile.
She only stared back in disgust.
"You know, since I'm sure you're new in town (as I know every beautiful woman here), you should allow me to show you around and introduce you to the sites."
She remained silent.
"The quiet type, eh? That's a good change from these whirly girls around here." He grabbed her hand. "I think you should consider hanging at my side for a while. We could start tonight after your first shift."
She pulled her hand from his grasp and walked away. I covered my face to hide my amusement from the encounter. It was strangely like my first experiance with Uwaki's cliché flirtation. After she seemed less nauseated by his presence, she came to me.
"You're the other bartender, right?" she asked.
I nodded. "Dorai Berumotto." I held my hand out and we shook hands.
"Jin Uotsuka. I guess we're partners now."
Well, even though no one has reviewed the first chapter yet, I'm putting in the next. I know that so far it hasn't been as offensive as promised, but it will pick up soon. Feel free to give any comments. R&R, or whatever, since this is my first story on this site. Really, it's my first fanfic that I stuck with in a long time. Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eight years ago, how perfectly I remember it. I felt so tired. Everything was beginning to feel futile. I had been training for a year after I was defeated by Son Goku, and I finally had burned myself out on it. I was only four in human years, but I stressed as hard as any adult could do. I took up drinking and smoking (I have done these things before and since, however not as rashly) and I couldn't find enough patience in me anymore to meditate.
When I went to sleep one night, my dream slipped from being only my own imagination to becoming a median ground for an intruder. This intruder came before me with a grin full of malice. "Do you remember me?" He said in a dark chorded tone.
"Of course I remember you," I said with a laugh,"You're the old geezer who comes to me, telling me whatever memory he failed to implant into my own head that he thinks is needed. You certainly do shabby work sometimes while under pressure, Father."
He chuckled to this greeting. "My son," he crossed his arms, "I can see that your desires and excelling has become a tedious routine for you. Am I right?"
"What clued that? The binge drinking? The close to overdose on what I smoke? Or just the fact that I seem overall discontented?"
"I would say your being a smart-ass would be the revelation, but you were that while you were satisfied with your training. My son, you're goal to take over the world should not be lacking. If you wish, I could introduce the other grounds that you should be covering. I promise it will tear out that monotony... at least for a little while."
I stared at him in a grimace. My father, Piccolo Daimaou, was an insidious man. The context of his offer had to include strategies of deceit. This did not bother me; it was mostly the fact that he would bother my sleep to introduce his knowledge to me. "What is it?"
"Centuries ago, I decided to study those Ningen and their habits. I wanted to know more than what can be learned by simply standing on the outside looking in. I wanted to know how to strike their minds and their psyche past what standard violence could deal. By this time, I had already acquired much in power and wealth. I employed a certain witch to make for me a ring with a special ability."
"A ring? And what good does this do for me? What kind of power can some jewelry have that could be any value for my needs?"
"To know more that you can from being outside, you must be inside, my son. The rings this witch made could change the appearance of the wearer as long as it was worn. I masqueraded as a human for a bit of time with it."
I felt ill. "You want me to live with humans? And use your ring to do so?"
"Not my ring. My ring was destroyed long ago. However, with what I have leftover of my wealth, you may be able to buy your own from that old crone."
"You're serious?! I do not see what good--"
"Just do so, my son." he said, melding into the darkness of the dream.
I went to the old witch as instructed. She seemed rather ecstatic that she finally has a customer (especially the son of one of her best customers) that wanted one of her magical trinkets. As it turned out, father's wealth could not pay entirely for the ring. No surprise, I thought.
"Now, to make you look human..." she stared at me attentively. It made me rather uncomfortable, mostly as I was ordered to take off most of my clothing so that she could "cover every point". Perverted old wench... "Most of this is easy. Just some basic smoothing out and color changing effects. I am however concerned with your head. With your father, I believe I gave him hair and cut back as much as can be of the antennae and pointed ears. The teeth too." She turned a nob on an old looking box and an appearance was projected onto me from a lens on its side. After she adjusted it a bit, she became satisfied for the most part. "Long hair, it seems, always works best in these situations. And I'll make it black (it seems more natural with you). But something is missing..."
I really wished she didn't decide to spend what seemed like hours staring at me, trying to figure out what was wrong. "Ah!" she finally said, "I've got it!"
"What? What is it?" I just wanted to get some damn clothes on as soon as possible.
She giggled (which only disturbed me out even more) and adjusted another nob on the box again. I didn't realize what she changed until I looked in the mirror set before me. "A beard?"
"Well, more like a goutee'. It matches your devilish style," she turned some nobs and the projection disappeared. Then a few seconds later, a ring popped out of the strange box. She handed it to me."Get some human clothes in the back. I'm sure you could find something your size--"
I had already ran there to get dressed before she finished.
"Red Stave Pub" was one of the most successful bars in North Capital. As luck would have it, one of the head bartenders (I was told his name was Feri or something like that) had become bedridden with a venereal disease and the owner was looking for a replacement. With my drinking experience I learned a lot about mixing and pouring, so I applied under the name Dorai Berumotto and was tested by the owner. I was praised as being one of the best he's ever seen and was hired on the spot.
My new occupation, of course, forced me to socialize. I already knew how to take care of drunkards, however the problem that set to me was my quick rise in popularity. As frightened as most are towards my looks normally, it was a change to find that, as a human, I was practically mobbed by women. I kept being referred to as "the handsome new guy" or "devil's looks". I would have had no opinion on the matter if it weren't for the owner's niece: a waitress named Uwaki. Although she was the most sought after woman in the pub, I loathed her the most out of the people I met here. Why any man could ever want to be with *that* is beyond my reasoning. But even with my blaring contempt I had for her, she clung on to me like a parasite does on a host.
Well, not even a week passed before my partner bartender, Aure, had been sent to the hospital. It turns out he contracted the same venereal disease Feri had... Anyway, the owner put up advertisements immediately for another bartender. I didn't think this would affect me much, and I didn't really care who would be hired next. But my new partner would come in soon come in to answer before the week was over, and I was presented with a reason to care.
When she walked in, all the men hushed first. When I became aware of a new person in the room, I looked up from the cocktail I was preparing to a woman, well built, black-haired and fair-skinned, carrying the sign our boss put up outside. She saw Uwaki first, and asked her if she could talk to the owner.
"Sure, I guess..." Uwaki went to the door to his office and knocked. "Uncle Nama, some girl's here to replace Aure!"
"A girl?" His voice came from inside. He came out and took a long look at her. When she started to appear uncomfortable, he finally handed her a form, telling her to fill it out all of the essentials. She nodded and sat down at the end of the bar, taking out a pen.
I went back to my job. The woman was different, but it didn't really matter, did it? I completed a few more orders before Nama ushered her behind the counter with me. "Dorai, do you mind if I test her out back here?" I waved my hand in compliance. He turned to her and started off with his own orders.
"First, I want you to make me a Flying Dutchman." he said. She did so, and he tasted it. "All right, next I want a Red Lion." This continued for a while. He went through the same list he did with me and she prepared every drink, whether layered, shaken, or stirred, perfectly. He gleefully accepted her, and went stumbling off to get her a bartender's uniform.
Since it was certain to be a while before he would come back with it, I decided I should know more about my new co-worker. However Shuran, a regular with a substantial tab, was way ahead of me on that.
"A pretty new face! Ah, I'm sure you have good taste. You look like a smart girl, after all." He said with his "lady killer" smile.
She only stared back in disgust.
"You know, since I'm sure you're new in town (as I know every beautiful woman here), you should allow me to show you around and introduce you to the sites."
She remained silent.
"The quiet type, eh? That's a good change from these whirly girls around here." He grabbed her hand. "I think you should consider hanging at my side for a while. We could start tonight after your first shift."
She pulled her hand from his grasp and walked away. I covered my face to hide my amusement from the encounter. It was strangely like my first experiance with Uwaki's cliché flirtation. After she seemed less nauseated by his presence, she came to me.
"You're the other bartender, right?" she asked.
I nodded. "Dorai Berumotto." I held my hand out and we shook hands.
"Jin Uotsuka. I guess we're partners now."
