Son of Kakarrot
Introduction
Sweat trickled down onto a furrowed black brow as a furry tail swished with anticipation. Dirty little hands were placed on a dusty bolder pulling up the body of a young boy. His dark intense eyes focused onto his slumbering target which lay ahead. He wiped his damp face with a forearm. Even in twilight hours the humidity of this place was overwhelming. The lad took note of the irregular breathing his prey made and suddenly he sensed movement in the brown shrubs to his left. A stray gust of the muggy air blew toward him and the boy caught the sent of his companion, a lone saber tooth. They had been partners ever since that one fateful after noon and now half a year later they were once again stalking prey in sync. Nodding his head he signaled to the large feline to make her move. On padded feet the cat crept skillfully around a few more bushes and in less than a silent minute she was in front of her meal and across from the boy. On the other side the child pushed himself off the rock and landed without a noise onto the ground. This was the queue for the saber and she leapt forward at the prey and roared. The sleeping beast awoke and in a blink was on its feet. It was an adult triceratops, although it was left behind by its pack because it was old, he was still as large as any other. The saurian creature nearly, if it could, laughed at the sight before him. A saber tooth was a ferocious and feared adversary, but compared to a full grown and angry triceratops, she is nothing but an insect needed to be squashed. The beast lifted a foreleg toward the cat then stopped abruptly and let out a throaty wail as a sharp pain flickered like lightening up its spine. Twisting around it saw that half of its tail had been severed and was skewered on the sword of a small boy. The dinosaur felt something graze across its back and got a glimpse of the saber tooth which had leapt off his flank and now stood next to the child.
"Thanks for the food!" the boy said politely as if he were thanking a nice old man at the meat market. With that they turned to leave. If the triceratops had been younger he would have charged and trampled the couple, but he thought wisely and decided to save his remaining strength for the pointless journey he had set for himself.
After stuffing themselves with a slow cooked and herbed tail steak, the two settled down in there usual spots. The boy lay on a makeshift hammock four feet above the ground and the saber curled underneath him like a loyal dog. The eastern horizon was now painted with purples and reds as the sun began to rise and with dawn comes the story of a boy named Gohan.