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Prologue
By claudius
I do not own Dragon Ball Z
Snap!
That sound was all it took for death to arrive upon her. The listener was so pleased to hear that sound. After all, wasn't the sound the result of breaking this woman's neck? Also, wasn't it his own bare hand that crushed her throat?
The woman just hung there by his hand, bereft of the life that had previously caused her to attempt to intervene with fate. The hand released its dead cargo. It fell to the ground with a thump, lying before the listener's feet. Darkness masked her face from the beginning of her death, but the killer knew who she was, and hated her. She was a slut, a being too worthless for him to accept. Oh, there might've been a time when he did tolerate her presence, even participating in sexual relations with her. It was a remembrance he now found sickening. Fortunately, common sense finally prevailed, ending such ignorance.
Now he had to finish the job. Now it was the Shit's turn.
The killer slowly walked out from this room, giving so little attention to the corpse behind him. He moved obsessively from one room and into another. In this new place, also covered in black, the killer saw his prey. It lay gracefully in a bed; though its small face was also masked by shadows, there was no doubt that it was asleep.
The killer's thoughts were full and definite: time to put this Shit out of its misery! The bitch was bad enough, but…this, this…thing before him was an abomination! It was the awful fulfillment of those disgusting relations. The very presence was a poison to his pure blood. Nine years of tolerance were too much.
No more. Angry at the sheer insolence, the killer's hair began to shine in golden locks. This bright incandescence awoke the Shit. Its small eyes opened, looking out with confusion. As the head moved out of the darkness, the truth of its identity was revealed. The killer's green eyes met with this bare expression. That face, resembling his own, angered him with great wrath. He could not bear the sight of this Shit anymore!
(no…)
He furiously raised both his arms up high, its two fists clenched together as one.
(No!)
This alliance dived into the thing's head. His fists cracked into the Shit's skull like a shovel through stone.
(NO!)
He liked it.
"NO!"
With abrupt consciousness, Son Goku screamed that word. He sat up in the bed with great reflex. His face was dead white, his eyes wide and piercing in shocking stares, truly a mask of horror. Sweat perspired upon his brow, enhanced by heavy breathing. Each gasp for air deeply trembled his entire body, its naked flesh quivering in every muscle.
By his side, ChiChi looked at him in sympathy and worry. "What's wrong, honey? Were you havin' a nightmare!"
Goku, ignorant of his wife at first, finally saw and heard her words with understanding. As he touched his brow, relaxation started to set. He lay back down, his deep breaths growing softer and softer. It was only a dream. No dreams were anything to be harmful from. Goku looked at his wife, happy nothing had happened to her. But the fear was restored when a new concern arose. He sharply whispered a name: "Gohan!"
Goku got out of bed in great speed. Wearing nothing but boxers, his muscularly perfect figure made for some unintentionally striking poses as he lunged and stood.
"What's wrong?" ChiChi asked worriedly.
"Nothin'" was Goku's quick answer as he put on his robe. Nothing was his hope. Registering a recognizable Ki, Goku pressed his two fingers to his forehead, summoning the shunkan idou that transported him to another room. In this new place, Goku looked for his son. He saw Gohan, fast asleep in bed.
The obvious safety presented by his son's present situation made the father sigh with relief. Wanting a further check, Goku grabbed a chair and sat on it backwards. He gazed upon his sleeping son, thoughts of ease and fear traveling in his mind. The ease grew the longer Goku looked over his son. He always liked seeing Gohan sleep, a favorite picture of his that originated from the boy's infancy. He also liked seeing his boy awake. Beneath this simple child was the potential of becoming a great fighter. He had already shown progress as one, getting stronger. However, all of that was not as important as the boy himself. He was kind, caring, determined to give his all to help others. Goku was certain: Gohan would make a great man someday.
As his dream still lingered upon his mind, Goku looked on with concern. For some reason, it showed him killing Gohan. If the dream boy was his son, then who was the dead woman? Chichi? He thought about it seriously, then did away with it as the result of indigestion. Goku knew that he could never want to hurt his wife- never mind that he had disappointed her in the past- nor would he hurt Gohan. That was silly! How could he even think of doing it? He was no Saiya-jin. Sure, maybe in body and power, but never in cruelty or mercilessness. A bump on his head he got as a baby made sure of that. It got clearer to Goku that the whole dream was a lot of hooey. He wasn't a bad guy, and never will be.
Goku pulled the chair away as he stood closer to the bed. His boy lay exposed, the covers tangled between his knees. With a smile, the father pulled the blanket all the way to Gohan's neck.
"Get some sleep, squirt," whispered Goku. "Tomorrow's gonna be a hard day o' training. 'Nother day t' show your stuff."
That was right, Goku thought. For two years, he, Gohan, and Piccolo were training hard in preparation for the appearance of the Androids. The days and months gave them all time to get stronger, faster, and more powerful. Soon they would show those nasty Androids their stuff. Goku would show them his own power.
Power. The word repeated itself countless within Goku's brain. He looked at his large hands, clenched into fists. His eyes froze at this sight, bending with a cooler sense of thought and emotion. He had already achieved it all in power. He had become the Super Saiya-jin, given the peak that all but him had failed to achieve. As much as he didn't like their ways, Goku had to admit that it was some heritage the Saiya-jins came from, a powerful warrior race. A pure race…
Goku's brow shivered, the position of his eyes resuming their softness. The father touched his head, wondering what he'd just been thinking about. Last thing he remembered was saying goodnight to Gohan, then his thoughts just went somewhere. Oh well! Goku gave up on that forgotten thought. Putting his fingers to his forehead once again, Goku teleported back into the bedroom. Chichi was sitting on the bed, awake. "Where d'you go?" she asked.
Goku serenely walked back to the bed, pulling off his robe from his broad shoulders. "Just checked on Gohan," he replied cheerfully. "Nothin's wrong." Pulling up the bed covers, he quickly leaped into bed, sliding his legs and torso right under the blanket.
ChiChi was confused by her husband's sudden joy, a sharp contrast from the panic he showed earlier. "Are you sure? I mean, you were-"
"It's nothin'," Goku replied a little louder, pulling the covers off his pectorals.
Chichi persisted. "It can't be nothin'! You looked scared t' death! How's Gohan? Why d'y-"
Then came a sharp groan. It wasn't from Chichi.
"SHUT UP!" Goku snapped. "I said there ain't a thing wrong! Can't ya just stop naggin' me for once!" His face took on a cruel sneer, shocking the already silent woman. The reaction hit Goku. His expression restored to its friendly habit, Goku apologized, speaking calmly again. "It's nothin', honey. Just had a bad dream 'bout Gohan, but it's only a dream, and there ain't nothin' to worry about."
ChiChi, confused by this sudden change of moods, reluctantly surrendered to Goku's apology. When her husband spread his arms out, she lay down on his bicep. As comfortable as her position was, her eyes showed worry.
Goku was just as confused. He never acted like that usually. He never really shouted at ChiChi before (despite vice versa). Boy, did that dream worry him! Luckily, it would disappear soon, never to bother him or his family ever again.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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This is a prologue to a major storyline. I know this plot device has been done before, but a lack of originality does not mean a lack of quality (That is, I hope not!).
Here is what I've got in store for you readers on what's ahead:
It's a matter of life.
It's a matter of death.
It's a matter of…
A Clash of Different Dimensions!
A Premonition of Death!
A Family Crisis!
A Mind trip!
11 Mutants!
3 Namekian natives!
1 and half Saiya-jins!
1 Techno-Organism!
A 1/8 Juraian Prince!
A British Telepath!
A Native American Valkyrie!
A Southern Cannonball!
A Hot-lava Roman!
A Scottish Werewolf!
A Sun-tempered Brazilian!
A Wise-cracking Linguist!
A Vietnamese Mind-bender!
The Beautiful Sorceress named Magik!
The Schoolmaster of Magnetism!
And an all-too recognizable evil warrior!
All after 7 Dragon Balls!!!
This is only the beginning…
Be ready for…
The Kakarrotto Saga.