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Onto Chapter 2!
Chapter 2: The Restoration
A planet floated in the expanse of space, its form coated with millions of luscious green fields, small islands, and a great ocean of green water. The world was fairly new to the universe, only existing for about four decades.
The planet was called Namek by the dominant species on the planet, namely the Namekians, a race of male creatures that produced asexually through the use of eggs. These beings, the Namekians, were all similar in appearance for the most part. Each Namekian was of totally hairless green skin, stood on two legs, most had two antennas atop their heads, and most were with pink, circular patterns on the inner side of his two arms.
The Namekians could be called a race of warriors, but these Namekians, though some were trained in the art of combat, were of a peaceful sort, the only reason behind highly trained warriors being the need for defense. Aside from being warriors, the Nameks are also a race of healers, farmers, and elders.
The healers of Namek are gifted Namekians with the ability to restore injured persons to health. However, the healing powers of these Namekians are limited. They cannot heal themselves, nor can they heal crippled limbs. Most Namekians have the ability to regenerate limbs after they are severed from the body, so long as the head is fully intact. But this technique of regeneration is not hereditary nor is any Namekian born with the skill, it must be taught to them.
Most Namekians are farmers, the luscious fields of Namek making for perfect farming grounds. Villages were built around the farming grounds, as the farmers provided sustenance for their peoples. Although it is not a necessity that Namekians eat, all they truly need to survive is water, Namekians do enjoy eating the crops of the farmers, and these foods do provide extra fuel for their bodies.
A select few Namekians, usually rather aged Namekians, were chosen to lead these villages, being that Nameks had no form of true government. These aged leaders, known as the Elders, were wise and just beings that gave their advice to their village peoples and made decisions for their people when the people knew not what to do.
One Namekian in particular is chosen by the Elders of every village, and named Guru, head elder of the planet Namek. The Guru is the Namekian that creates the Dragon Balls and the Dragon that exists within them. He is the eldest, wisest, and the most respected Namekian on the planet, and is often known as father by the entire race.
In the village of the current Guru, a Namekian who was formerly called Muuri before he became the Guru, lived a young Namekian, not so young to call him a boy, but a man still in the youthful stage of adulthood.Dende was rather famous among the Namekian people, as his bravery allowed the entire extinct Namekian race to be revived through the power of the Dragon. Although not old enough to become an elder, he was highly respected by all those who lived on the planet.
After the Namekians had spent a decade on this new home created for them by their Dragon, Dende was brought to the palace of Guru and had been receiving training in the art of becoming a Guru ever since.
"Guru-sama," said Dende, bowing in front of the elder of Namek.
"Yes my child?" Spoke the Guru, motioning for Dende to rise.
Dende stood up. "Guru-sama, may I ask you something?"
"You may child, I see no harm in a question."
"Thank you. Sir, I've been wondering for a long time now… Why did you pick me to become your apprentice?"
"Dende," started Guru, "Have you ever felt that you are destined to become far more than you are now?"
Dende shook his head, taken aback by the question. "No, Guru-sama, I know that I am but a simple healer."
"A simple healer? I would not say the same my son."
"What do you mean?"
"A simple healer could not have done for our people what you have done. Were it not for you, our race would have went out of existence along with our former home."
"It wasn't like I did it own my own, Guru-sama. The Earthlings helped me have the courage… If they hadn't come along, well, I wouldn't have lived long enough to save our people."
"I am aware of what went on back on our old home. The Earthlings were truly ones worthy of honor and respect, but do not hold them in higher regard than yourself. It may be true that they inspired courage in you, but it was that courage that gave you the strength to make that wish, when all seemed lost."
"Perhaps you are right Guru-sama… But you have not yet answered my question."
Guru smiled at his apprentice. "Are you quite sure that I haven't? All those that live on Namek trust you young Dende, they would follow you wherever you led. And they are not foolish Dende. You are no longer that frightened young child who relied wholly on others to give him strength, but a brave young man who gives strength to those must rely on others. You will make a fine Guru, Dende, of this I am sure."
Dende smiled at the statement, his heart swelling with pride and joy at being chosen by one so wise.
The moment he and Guru stopped conversing, another Namekian entered the room, and bowed respectively before Guru.
"Yes Bassoon?"
Bassoon rose. "Guru-sama, an Earthling has just arrived on Namek."
"Oh?"
"Yes, and says he needs Dende."
Dende looked to Bassoon rather puzzled. "Me?" He turned to look to Guru.
Guru smiled and rose from his stone chair. "We mustn't keep him waiting Dende, after all, traveling from Earth to our new home is quite a trip. I doubt he came just to visit."
With that, the revered Guru left the room, followed closely by Bassoon and Dende.
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A young man stood before a crowd of Namekians, listening to them chatter amongst themselves about him. They took in his features and were immediately aware that he wasn't of Namek, as his skin was fair, not green, and his head was covered by lavender hair where antennae should have been.
The chatter all of a sudden ceased, and the crowd parted, the large Namekian the young man had met before walking through, followed by two Namekians, one of young adulthood, the other rather aged.
The young man tapped the small device in his ear that allowed him to understand the speech of the Namekians, turning it back on.
"I have brought Dende to you human," said the large Namekian known as Bassoon. "But before I turn him over to you, you will tell us all why you need him, as we agreed."
The young man nodded. "You see, after you guys left Earth, we were attacked by two monsters that wiped almost the entire human race. The Kami of Planet Earth was killed as well, and the world was left completely defenseless and broken while the monsters rampaged."
The crowd was hushed, save a few gasps of surprise. Guru stepped forward, and faced the young man.
"You wish for Dende to become your new Kami," said Guru.
"Yes," replied the Earthling, "And Earth needs a Kami desperately. So I'm here, asking you to let me take Dende back to Earth."
"But why did you choose Dende young Earthling?" Asked Guru.
"You see—"
"And if your world is being ravaged by monsters, why should we let you take Dende there?" Interrupted Bassoon in an angry tone.
"I destroyed them both," replied the young man. "And I freed the world from their tyranny. But the world is in such a shambles that people are too disorientated to even realize that the world has been saved."
"And what do you believe having a new Kami will accomplish?"
The young man lowered his head a little. "Its not really a new Kami that I want for Earth, but a new set of Dragon Balls."
Bassoon growled. "Greedy little Earthling! You don't want to restore your world! And even if you did, why Dende?"
"Relax Bassoon," said Guru as he patted his headguard on the back. "I sense no evil intentions about him." He faced Trunks again. "But I must agree with his question. Why do you choose Dende?"
Dende spoke up before the young man could answer. "I will go with you."
"But why child?"
Dende turned and faced the Namekian he called father for so long.
"Guru-sama, you said yourself that I am a man who gives strength to those who are weak and without their own courage. And if what this Earthling says is true, the human race is in dire need of someone like me."
Guru frowned a little, but it slowly turned into a wide smile. "You are right Dende. Go with him to his planet. It sounds as if the Earth needs healing."
Dende returned the smile and hugged Guru, tears welling up in his. "Thank you Guru-sama…" He released Guru and turned to the young man. "I am ready."
The young man smiled. "Great."
The two started to leave, when Guru called out to them.
The young man turned back.
"Before you leave us Earthling, tell me, what is your name?"
The young man smiled. "Trunks. Trunks Briefs."
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The young Namekian stood before the immortal genie known to Earthlings as Mr. Popo.
Mr. Popo studied the green figure, even down to the white robe, burgundy vest, burgundy sash about his waist, and brown shoes the Namekian wore.
"So this is Dende?" Asked Mr. Popo.
Trunks nodded. "Right."
Mr. Popo looked into Dende's eyes with a blank expression. "Come here Dende."
The young Namekian nodded, and approached Mr. Popo slowly. Mr. Popo eyed Dende closely, and reached his hand out, and grasped Dende's shoulder gently. A sky blue glow overcame Dende, who shivered lightly, but otherwise remained still. Mr. Popo nodded and withdrew his hand.
"He is pure," remarked Mr. Popo. "I suppose we haven't the time to train him in the art of guardianship, but he will do." Mr. Popo held his hands out, and a wooden staff mystically appeared. "Here, take this. It belonged to the previous guardian."
Dende took the staff from Popo, and his body was overcome with a gold glow, and the staff lessened in length, matching Dende's height, and the glow faded.
"Mr. Popo," called the new guardian.
"Yes Kami?" Asked Popo with a smile on his face.
"Bring me the dragon idol," answered Dende.
"At once Kami," replied Popo, who sped off into the palace. Moments later, he returned with a stone figurine of a dragon. He set it down at Dende's feet.
"Thank you Mr. Popo." Mr. Popo took a few steps back and stood by Trunks. Dende held his hands out over the dragon and began to recite ancient words in his native tongue. The stone dragon began to glow yellow, the glow rapidly lightening until it was a brilliant gold.
"Shenron Born Again!" Bellowed the guardian with all his strength, and some of the gold glow oozed off the dragon like a strange liquid, and this strange liquid darkened to a light orange. The liquid slowly began to solidify into seven balls about the size of golf balls, each decorated with a different amount of red stars, ranging from one star to seven.
Dende faltered, stumbling a little before leaning his entire weight on the staff, gasping quite heavily.
"Kami!" Mr. Popo ran over to Dende and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine…" Dende turned to Trunks. "There…" He smiled. "Reunite your friends, your family, and fix up this world."
"Wait," said Mr. Popo.
"What is it Mr. Popo?"
He frowned. "Its been much more than a year Trunks."
Trunks looked at him confusedly. "So?"
"The Dragon of Earth hasn't the strength to revive any person deceased longer than a year," explained Mr. Popo slowly. "And all of your mother's friends have been gone for almost three decades now."
Trunks almost fell to his knees in shock. "So there's no way to bring my family back?"
Dende grinned. "Oh yes there is." Dende whispered something in Namekian, and the balls glowed bright gold. "Go ahead Trunks, summon Shenron. I just strengthened him enough that he can revive anyone so long as they haven't died of natural causes, and he can grant two wishes."
Trunks smiled. "Are you serious?"
"Go ahead, summon him."
Trunks looked at Dende and gave him a sheepish grin. "I don't know how, I've never done it." Dende fell flat on his face.
After getting up and dusting off his clothes, Dende yelled out some words in Namekian, followed by, "Rise Shenron!"
The sky blackened, the light blue hue dimming to a mosaic of dark purples and black as thunder crackled, lightning flashing through the sky. Then lightning struck the glowing gold orbs, and a golden light exploded out of them, soaring up and up into the heavens, filling the sky.
The gold slowly faded, revealing an emerald green that stretched all throughout the sky, coiled and writhing through the clouds. At one end of the eternally long green was an enormous head, two wood-like horns extruding from it. Its eyes were a brilliant scarlet, its fangs as large as a grown man were pearly white. It was the eternal dragon Shenron, a dragon notorious for his impatience.
"Speak unto me mortals," boomed the Dragon. "Tell me your wishes so that I may grant them."
Trunks took a deep breath and faced the Dragon. "Mighty Shenron, bring all the people killed by the androids back to life!"
The dragon's eyes glowed brilliantly for a long moment, and then unexpectedly just dulled.
"It is done." The Earth's aura faded. "Make your final wish mortal."
Trunks looked to Dende. "I didn't have any other wishes…"
Dende nodded and faced Shenron. "Mighty Shenron, we have no second wish for you right now."
"So be it. I will return to this very spot in six months, be prepared with your wish then." The dragon sighed deeply and lessened until it was nothing more than a golden light as it shot down into the Dragon Balls. The balls levitated and shot off in seven directions, the sky clearing up and becoming bright blue.
Mr. Popo smiled. "You've done enough Trunks. Now go enjoy the fruits of your labor."
Trunks smiled and ran forward. "Later!" He jumped off the edge of the floating platform, and fell a few hundred feet, then let his aura burst forth as he flew down to the Earth below.
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Four men sat in comfortable brown recliners in a living room, each one bearing a sorrowful countenance.
"Its not fair," muttered one. This one was small in stature, his head glistening a bit in the artificial light. He wore a white shirt, with navy blue jeans and black shoes. Upon his forehead, there were six dots, three set in a vertical line next to another three in a vertical line. He was an odd one, as his face seemed to have no nose.
"I know Krillin," spoke another. "But the Dragon's rules are set in stone… And he wasn't taken by those monsters." This second man wastaller, a small x-shaped scar on his cheek, and a longer scar running from his brow across one eye. This scarred man was dressed in a red, sleeveless shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. His black hair was short-cropped and spiked upwards.
Krillin sighed. "I know that Yamcha. But… it's Goku! Not any normal person, but Goku! A man that's saved the world so many times I've lost count."
Yamcha smiled a little at that. "Yeah, that Goku was something special wasn't he?"
"What do you mean was? He is something special."
"You can't wish someone who died of natural causes back to life," snapped the other man. "Stop dwelling in the past Krillin. We've all got to move on." This third man, as bald the first, was dressed in baggy, forest green pants and a white, sleeveless shirt, with black boots. He was most peculiar, a third eye in the center of his forehead.
The fourth entered the conversation, his voice rather like a child's. "You're right Tien…But it is Goku…He's not someone you can just move past in a day." This fourth man was strangest of all, for he had the eyes of a doll, no larger than a doll in fact, and he was dressed exactly as the man just described, but his skin was snow-like and his cheeks were rosy red.
Tien rose from his seat, and spoke to the small one in a softer voice. "Losing Goku is not something I'm particularly happy about Chaozu. But we have to deal with it."
"But…its like losing him twice…We were with him up there…But then we all get wished back, but not him. It isn't fair."
Yamcha nodded. "Yeah…that was harsh… But what can we do about it?"
"Nothing!" Tien yelled as he left the room. Chaozu sighed and levitated out of his seat, and hovered behind Tien.
Krillin looked over at Yamcha who simply shrugged.
"We all have different ways of coping I guess."
It was Krillin's turn to shrug as the room fell silent again, the two alone with their thoughts.
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Sweat covered his form utterly as he struck down five more assault bots, his white aura flaring considerably. He opened one palm and launched a sphere of white energy that engulfed one of the round assault bots, causing it to explode. He quickly spun and deflected a white ray of light fired by another assault bot, and delivered a swift kick, knocking the bot into the wall, the bot exploding on contact.
"Send in more woman," roared the man.
"There aren't anymore Vegeta," replied a feminine voice. "And for the last time, the name's Bulma!"
Vegeta snorted, his aura fading to nothing. He walked over to the panel at the center of the room and saw the console that read '450.' He tapped a few buttons and in seconds, that number dropped to '1.'
He opened the door and walked out of the chamber, Bulma sitting in the chair not to far from the door, scowling at him.
He picked up a towel and dried the sweat off of his body. "Your aged face looks more disgusting than it normally does when you glare like that."
Her scowl darkened. "You haven't changed one bit you arrogant, self-centered, pompous jerk!"
"Is that your best insult?" He countered as he slowly walked over to her. "Your wit has certainly diminished with age, what little wit you had to begin with."
"Why you—"
Her next insult was cut short as Vegeta pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened in shock, then relaxed as she closed them, kissing him back.
Vegeta slowly pulled away as he spoke in a very low whisper. "A Saiyajin will always be proud, it is in our blood. But humility is not a weakness. I know that now. Decades in an eternal fire will burn such lessons into you, whether you want to learn them or not."
"Vegeta…"
"Hush woman," said Vegeta, in that same tone as he faced her again. "I was given a second chance at life." He scooped her up out of her chair and into his arms.
"I'm not going to waste it." With that, he carried her off into the Capsule Corporation compound.
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The food was disappearing almost as fast as she could place it in front of him. Bowl after bowl of rice, plate after plate of noodles, the food just didn't stand a chance against his bottomless stomach.
After a few moments, he leant back, pushing his chair out a little. "Man, that was good."
"You still hungry Gohan?" She asked as he sat back. "I can cook as much as you like!"
"No way mom," said Gohan slowly. "I'm too stuffed to even think about eating anymore right now."
"Chi-Chi," came a hoarse voice, followed by a heavy cough.
"Coming dad," answered Chi-Chi, slowly releasing her son. "I'll be right—"
"No need," cut in that hoarse voice.
"Dad!" She ran over to the enormous man, his thick, grayish black beard attesting to his age. "Are you sure you should be up—"
"Chi-Chi please," interrupted the Ox-King. "I'm fine. This is too happy an occasion for me to be cooped up in my room." He turned to Gohan. "We missed you Gohan." Ox-King smiled, and lifted up his grandson and his daughter in a bear hug.
"Ah! Dad you're crushing me!"
"Oh, sorry Chi-Chi." He let them down and the three of them laughed together about it.
Gohan just happened to lean his head to the side, and glanced out the window, his eyes catching sight of a man with a tough, dark green skin, dressed in a dark purple shirt and pants, a white turban on his head, a white cape hanging from his shoulders.
The man's face was set like stone, stoic and uncaring.
Gohan smiled. Piccolo.
Don't get all mushy on me kid. Responded the green man telekinetically.
Never Piccolo, I know how much you hate sentimental things. Gohan laughed in his mind at that.Just be safe Gohan, I don't think Earth could take losing you again.
Gohan cocked an eyebrow and turned to face the window. Piccolo was gone.
"What is it Gohan?"
"Oh, nothing mom."
Chi-Chi smiled. "Okay." She wrapped her arms around her son again.
As he returned the hug, he thought to himself. Don't worry old friend, I'll be safe. So long as I've got people like you watching over me.
Everyone was home.
Well, almost everyone.
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A small, but wide blue creature garbed in a white and black robe with a symbol on the front, red pants and black shoes, and a black hat that had two antennae atop it. Sunglasses shielded his eyes as he looked over at his companion.
His companion was a taller, fair-skinned man dressed in a sleeveless, low cut, orange over shirt with a blue shirt underneath. He also wore orange pants, with a tightly tied blue sash about his waist, he wore blue boots, and lastly, he wore blue wristbands.
"Isn't there any way I can go back?""I'm afraid not."
"But there has to be!"
"I'm sorry that it has to be this way, but there isn't anything I can do." The two saddened, until an idea struck the short one. "Goku?"
"Yeah?"
"If you're going to live up here with me, I might as well find something for you to do right? I know you'd like to eat your after life away but I haven't the power enough to fully sustain that endless pit you call a stomach."
Goku laughed. "I can't help it if I eat a lot King Kai."
"Yeah, yeah," said King Kai. "But back to what I was talking about. Would you like to get stronger? And I mean a great deal stronger, so much so you could've wiped out those androids single handed."
Goku's eyes widened. "Single handed? Are you kidding me! I'd love to be that strong!"
King Kai grinned. "Well Goku, then we need to take a road trip!"
"A road trip?" He cocked an eyebrow. "But to where?"
"Can you get us to Lord Enma's Checkpoint?"
"Sure." He paused. "Is that where we're going King Kai?"
"You'll see Goku. You'll see."
"Okay, if you say so." Goku turned to Gregory and Bubbles. "Grab hold of me guys!" With that, the monkey, the grasshopper, and King Kai all grabbed hold of Goku, who put his index and middle fingers to his forehead.
The four dissipated.
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A blue submarine rested on the shore of a rather small isle, half submerged in the cool, shimmering blue water that surrounded the isle. Four figures stood upon the beach, well, one stood, one quaked, one was on all fours, and another simply hovered in the air.
The obvious leader of the group, a man whose face was withered and wrinkled a great deal, stood rather relaxed, his head glinting in the brilliant sun, though dark sunglasses shielded his eyes. He held a staff with a rounded top in his right hand, and was dressed in a blue Hawaii shirt, brown shorts, and brown sandals. And to top it off, a turtle shell held to him by straps hung on his back. Behind him were three others, a pig, a turtle, and a cat.
The man inhaled deeply, thin hairs from his thick, white, mustache tickling his nostrils. He sneezed, and stroked his beard gently after he composed himself.
"Gesundheit," said the Turtle. The turtle was obviously of the sea, as he had rough, brown flippers in lieu of traditional legs.
The old man nodded. "Thank you Turtle."
"You're welcome Master—"
"Are you sure that everything's safe Master Roshi?" Interrupted the pig, who stopped his quake long enough to yell. The pig walked in the ways of men, on his hind legs, and wore human clothes, a white shirt and blue suspenders.
Master Roshi nodded. "Relax Oolong, the monsters that were attacking Earth are no more."
The cat floated closer. "I thought you said you couldn't sense them!" This one was a feline, blue fur coating most of his form, save his underbelly, which was beige.
"You're right," said Roshi, "I couldn't ever sense them Puar. And believe me, I've tried."
"Then how can you know that they're gone for sure?" Asked Oolong.
He chuckled. "You'll have to trust me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white capsule. He clicked the button atop the capsule and tossed it to the ground, and exploded in a puff of blue smoke.
When the smoke faded, a house stood with nine red letters engraved into the front: Kame House.
Master Roshi walked towards it, the sand crunching softly beneath his sandals. He walked up the stairs of his porch and opened the screen door, stopping in the threshold.
"Well boys," started the Turtle Hermit, "Are you coming in or what?"
Oolong opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by a new voice.
"You know it Master Roshi," said the voice.
Another voice doubled the sentiment. "Why not? We came all the way out here to see you didn't we?"
The three animals all turned, and saw two men, one short and bald, one of fair height with spiked up hair, standing on the shore of the beach.
"Yamcha!" Puar flew at the man and embraced his chest tightly. "I missed you so much!"
Yamcha patted the cat's back. "I missed you too buddy."
Turtle smiled. "Krillin! Yamcha! Long time no see!"
"Yeah," said Krillin. "Good to see you guys. Even you Oolong."
"Hey!" Shouted Oolong. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Everyone but the pig began laughing, and after a few prods by Turtle, Oolong joined in as well. They all walked into the house as a group, enjoying each other's company.
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Two figures touched down in a small clearing, not too far from a decent sized house that stood on near the edge of the clearing, its back to the dense forestry behind it.
The taller of the two figures grinned. "I told you Chaozu, the androids never touched it."
Chaozu laughed. "You were right Tien."
"I knew it was a good idea to build my house in a valley," said Tien, "No one could ever find us in a valley, especially a valley of this mountain range." He looked around a bit. "This place is so remote that—"
Tien tensed, and spun around, easily catching the fist of a young man. Tien swept the boy's legs out from under him and tossed him into the dirt.
After a few moments of silence and stillness, the boy climbed to his feet, his face a little bit scuffed from his forced fall. After taking in a deep breath, he rushed at Tien again. Tien stood his ground as the boy swung his leg at him. The three eyed warrior easily caught the boy's leg and tossed him into the center of the clearing.
Chaozu laughed. "He's stubborn like you Tien." The little snow colored man blinked a few times. "And he kinda looks like you too."
"What the…Just who are you kid!"
The boy slowly climbed to his feet, not answering.
"You look familiar…" He studied the boy's face a bit, the glare reminiscent of one he'd seen a long time ago. "Who are you?"
"I'm not telling you squat!"
The temper was pretty familiar too.
The door to the house flung open. "Let go of my son or…" The woman stopped mid-sentence, dropping the automatic to the ground. "Is… Is that you Tien?"
Tien looked over to the house, and his eyes widened. "Launch?"
Tears slid down her cheek and she bounded across the expanse and leapt at Tien, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace.
Tien stood there shocked, so shocked that he simply dropped the boy he was holding to the ground.
The boy slowly sat up, looking on in shock as well.
"Mom?" Asked the kid. "What's going on?"
Tien felt a heaviness on his heart at that word. Mom…
The woman slowly pulled back from Tien and looked down at the boy, smiling with tears running down her cheeks.
"Shinto…This is your father."
Tien's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. "What did you say!"
The boy jumped up. "Are you serious mom!" He looked Tien up and down. "He's my dad?"
Launch nodded, her navy blue hair shaking as her head moved. Just then, a breeze picked up, and a few strands of her hair rubbed against her nose. She sneezed, and her body seemed to phase out of reality for just a second, and she reappeared with a full head of blonde hair.
She glared at Tien. "What's the matter with you? Do you have any idea how long its been? Too damn long if you ask me!"
Tien smiled a little, his body finally starting to calm down. He hugged her tight. "You're right."
Launch was caught off guard by the hug and blushed, then shook it off and pushed him back. "Of course I'm right. Had to raise Shinto here for eighteen long years Tien, all by myself."
Chaozu looked at her. "Didn't you ever go and try one of the others?"
She shook her head. "I ran into those tin can wind up dolls. If it wasn't for Shinto I'd be long gone by now."
Shinto scratched his head. "Well, daddy here is obviously stronger than me. But then again, I didn't have anyone to teach me how to fight."
Chaozu smiled. "Well your dad here is one of the strongest humans on Earth!"
Launch grinned. "Yeah, he's pretty strong alright."
Shinto cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"
Tien started to walk away.
"Tien!" Yelled out Launch. "Where are you going? You can't be leaving! You just got he—"
"C'mon kid, show me what you're made of." Tien had already stopped, and had lowered himself into a fighting stance.
"You got it!" Shinto rushed at him, fists bared.
The two clashed, and a father son duel began.
And at last, peace reigned over the Earth, after nearly three decades of evil.
Or so it seemed.
And there's Chapter 2. Kinda long huh? Well,the rest of the chapters in the story are prettylong too, at least to me anyway. lol, Later. (Don't Forget to Review Please!)
