Onward to Pry-Pan Mountain, our heroes adventure continues on! Now, the next morning…
Sairaorg felt a trickle of sweat run down his cheek as he continued to feel more and more freaked out; Rias, Akeno, Sona, and Bulma were all but speechless; and Oolong couldn't even bring up his cup of coffee. The strange boy, Goku, loudy inhaled yet another whole ham, then immediately moved over to whatever was left in the capsule's refrigerator.
"You're up to a month's rations already…" Sona muttered, simply bewildered.
Goku shrugged, swallowing the rest of his breakfest, bone and all. "Really…? But I'm not even full yet…"
"You really are one strange kid… and that tail accessory, getup doesn't help." Bulma informed him, then returned to looking at her handheld mirror. "Unless that's your quirk."
Goku frowned, mid-bite. "Whass a quirk?" He asked before taking a large mouthful of an uncut cantaloupe.
Bulma ignored him, returning her attention to the main group. "Whatever. Listen up, we'll close up this capsule in half-an-hour, then we gotta get to Fry-Pan mountain!"
Everyone, except Goku, nodded. """""Right!"""""
Deep in another realm, unknown to our gang of mischiefs and adventurers…
A handsome man—appearing to be in his early 20's despite his actual, real age—sat at a long desk… brooding. Shoulder length crimson hair ran down the sides of his pale neck, and blue-green eyes stared down the copious amounts of paperwork spread out before him. His natural good looks and traits were inherited from his father, Zeoticus, similar to that of his cute little sister, Rias.
"Sirzechs, you must focus on your duties." A beautiful woman, appearing to be in her early twenties, with silver hair and red eyes, took his side. Her hair featured a long braid on each side with small blue bows at the ends, while the rest dropped down, ending in twin braids. She wore a blue and white French maid outfit with long sleeves and a white maid headband over her head, with red lipstick as a cosmetic accessory.
"Grayfia…" Despite his position, Sirzechs, the current leader of the devils, began to whine like a spoiled child. "Why doesn't Rias-tan wanna spend time with me! Why is she always spending time in the human world with little Sona! It's not fair!"
"…" Also known as the Strongest Queen and the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation, Grayfia could only sigh at her husband's lame antics. Rias, for my sake, please come home to please my annoying husband soon… he's such a dumb siscon…
Millions upon millions of miles away from Earth, deep in the cold, unforgiving reaches of space. Somewhere on the surface of an orange, dry planet, now scorned and barren… nearly every trace of life had been completely and utterly wiped out…
The young saiyan—just turned 19—brutally tore off another chunk of his victim's right limb, ignoring the alien warrior's horrid, bloody screaming. She was a female, a pretty one at that, but none of that mattered to him; and why would it? He exhaled a bored sigh, then simply repositioned his footing and pressed down till… splat…
Carrying the pieces of meat back to camp, Raditz made sure to carefully step over the endless corpses littered across the battlefield, as he wished to keep his armor from getting too grimy. Even for a saiyan, his spiky black hair was considerably long, ending with a prominent widow's peak, much like his commander's. He wore brown and black colored Battle Armor—stained profusely with a mix of foreign blood—in the same style as the rest of Frieza Force's soldiers, with boots, armored gloves, and a blue-tinted power scouter.
As he walked, he took a moment to look over his surroundings. Despite its appearances, this planet was once a home to a wide variety of civilizations… now it was just rubble.
Up ahead, sitting around a makeshift fire, two more saiyans quietly ate at their own cooked meals. Raditz was capable enough of leveling entire cities and even small moons and dwarf planets… but these guys were in a entirely different league.
"Look, Vegeta, the runt's returned!" The bigger saiyan laughed, then tore off a chunk of a victim's cooked, blue flesh with his huge mouth. A tall and muscular man, prior to their planet's destruction, Nappa was the general of the great Saiyan Army and an aid to the young Saiyan Prince, Vegeta. And speaking of…
"Huh, so our proud coward has finally come back. Thought you'd run off on us." Their fireteam leader glanced up from his own morsal, shooting Raditz a condescending glare.
"I'd do no such thing, Vegeta." Raditz objected, piercing chunks of the bodies he had forcefully collected onto the rock pikes, slowly cooking his catches over the yellow fire.
"Sure you would. You're not me." Prince Vegeta—16 years old—was slim and well-built, yet of a below-average stature. His dark, spiky black hair firmly stood upwards with a prominent widow's peak. Like most saiyans, he possessed dark, defined eyes with a near-consistently stern look to them, and like both Nappa and Raditz, he kept his prehensile, brown-furred tail wrapped tightly around his waist like a natural belt. He wore white armor with yellow shoulder pads and also padding at his hips and nether-region.
"No, nobody's like you, Vegeta." Raditz muttered, focused on his slow-roasted meal.
The young prince meanly grinned, then tossed a piece of bone over his shoulder, before lying down on his back. Slowly, he raised an arm up, then aligned his hand into that of a play gun. With little to no effort, the Saiyan Prince fired off a destructive beam of energy into the air, directing it straight for one of the planet's many low-orbit moons. Then, to Raditz's shock, the beam broke off into several streaks… each directed for all five moons.
KLABOOM! The sky erupted in a great, beautiful flame, followed by a soul-shattering shockwave. The very ground beneath them vigorously shook from the destructive event, and Raditz stumbled backwards. When the bright explosions finally fizzled out… there was nothing left but a plain, starry night. Complete and utter annihilation.
"Hot damn, Vegeta!" Nappa laughed, amused at the young saiyan's terrifying strength.
Despite the unbelievably impressive feat, however, Vegeta simply scowled. "To think I have this much power without even demonstrating my true strength, yet I'm still but a puny ant in the shadow of that bastard, Frieza."
"Hah. Don't feel bad. Nobody in this whole universe is on Lord Frieza's level. That guy's a real monster." The bald saiyan shrugged, indifferent.
Vegeta sat up, noticeably madder than usual. "Just you wait. I'll get stronger, definitely." Despite his age, his smile was terrifying. "Once I become the Legendary Super Saiyan, nobody will be even close to my level. Frieza will be nothing but a slab of flesh in the wind."
Nappa laughed. "Whatever you say, Vegeta!"
Quietly, Raditz continued to watch his meal reach edibility. Kakarot, wait for us… it might take a while, even years maybe… but we'll definitely come and get you…
Back on earth, more specifically the human realm, our heroes press on in search of the sixth Dragon Ball. And two days later…
The jeep continued to plug on through the abandoned road, surrounded by an endless matrix of untouched land, forsaken by society long ago. Inside, the group sat in their usual seating, except this time there was a noticeable difference…
"Please, yes… keep going, Goku." Rias exhaled, soaking wet with sweat from the unbelievable heat. Her, Akeno, and Sona, sat together in the corner of the middle seats, while Goku wagged his tail over them like a makeshift fan.
"This good?" He asked, sweating himself. The car was like a literal furnace thanks to their surroundings, and everybody was uncomfortable because of it.
"Yes," Akeno nodded, breathing heavily, "you're such a lifesaver, Goku."
"Geez," whined Bulma, "it's so hot! Why is it so hot this far north anyway!?"
Oolong stuck his sweaty head on over from the backseat, again, glancing over the car's uncomfortable occupants. "It's because of Fry-Pan Mountain. Once upon a time it was 'Pleasant Mountain,' and it lived up to the name. But about ten years ago, a fire spirit fell from the heavens and transformed it into a mountain of eternal flame… so they say."
"What? You're kiddi—AIEEEE!" Bulma screamed as a bright light, suddenly, flashed before them, unveiling an entire mountain coated in unyielding red flame, far off in the distance. Surrounding the blazing fire, right at the tippy top, sat a dark building, perhaps even a castle of some sort. They'd finally arrived at their destination, Fry-Pan Mountain.
The car came to a screeching halt; quicky, everyone got out. Sairaorg was the first to display his amazement. "Wow! No wonder it's so hot! It's like the great Phoenix House!"
"No kiddin'!" Goku shook his head, but paused. "Hey, what's a phoenix?"
"S-So maybe we d-don't have to go, huh? Just leave it to the Ox King!" Oolong stammered.
"The Ox King?" Akeno turned towards the pig. "That's who the old lady, back in the village, referenced, wasn't it?"
Oolong violently nodded his head up-and-down, decked with profuse sweat. "It's said that all who approach his mountain come to horrible ends!" He pointed over to the massive fireball. "Look at the top of the mountain. See that castle in the flames? That's his! It overflows with gold, silver, and other treasures that he's looted from all over the land! Thousands have tried to steal it, but he keeps a constant vigil… and none have returned alive!"
From their standing position, Rias watched the dancing flames attentively, thinking of what to do. Finally, she turned back to the group and said: "Then the sixth Dragon Ball must be there too… looks like we've got no choice but to go."
"Does this so-called, proclaimed Ox King live in the castle, too?" Asked Sona.
"No… he guards the castle from the foot of the mountain! It's all 'cause the mountain first caught fire while he was on a picnic with his kid, see? That blaze is so huge even an Ox from heck like him can't get through it!"
"You seem to know a lot about this." Goku scratched his head.
"Wait," Sairaorg pointed towards the mountain, then whispered in Rias's ear "can't we just teleport in with our magic?"
His cousin shook her head. "It's too unpredictable. We don't know if the inside of that castle is just as hot as the outside. If we just blindly teleport inside, there's a good chance we could fry."
"You're right," Sairaorg admitted, "I didn't think of that."
Suddenly, Akeno spoke. "Then we get closer. We've gotta find a way in, somehow…"
"…Okay, then leave it to me!" Goku grinned, suddenly determined. "Flying Nimbus!"
Heading the boy's beck-and-call, out from the sky coasted down a small, yellow cloud. SHHHH!
"Let's go cloud!" Goku yelled as he jumped onto the fluffy material and took off into the sky.
"We'll be right there, Goku!" Below, Rias deployed a large teleportation circle underneath everyone. "Everyone, don't move!" The group disappeared within the girl's magic, reappearing closer to the burning mountain, where Goku had just arrived.
"Whoa!" Goku beamed with excitement as he looked down at the castle surrounded by endless flame. "This is so cool!" Leaning down, the boy flew right towards Fry-Pan Mountain.
As he drew nearer and nearer, Goku aimed the Flying Nimbus straight for the castle towers. "I might just be able to…!" Suddenly, the insane heat from the flames, down below, got to him. "YEE-OWW!" Goku screamed as he flapped his arms like a bird, while flying back upwards. "Hot, hot, hot!" Even he couldn't get too close to the Ox King's walled off castle.
Watching the boy fly away from the torched mountain, from the ground below, Rias and the others pondered over their possible options. Remnants of an abandoned site surrounded the group, possibly once a village before the great flame's first debut. Visually, there seemed to be 15 buildings in total, a few were oxidized wood frame and a few were stone, some had strange markings, and only one was worthy of a second story.
"Well, if Goku can't get in… now what?" Frowned Sairaorg.
"YARRGH! He's such a wuss!" Loudly whined Bulma.
Rias sighed. "Calm down, twinkle-toes, we'll just—"
BONG! The young devil was immediately, rudely interrupted by the crashing of an oversized axe, thrown from somewhere behind the group. The huge weapon collided with one of the old town walls, shattering the entire structure into tiny bits.
""EEP?!"" Bulma and Oolong shrieked out loud with ear-splitting fear.
Quickly, the group spun around to find themselves face-to-face with an oversized man, built with endless muscle and drab in a ridiculous attire. He wore a strange helmet, with horns, that covered his eyes, and a large, unnecessary cape. With every step he took, the ground would lightly shake from his ridiculous mass… yet somehow, just before, he was still able to sneak up on them.
Picking back up his axe, the man grinned with an impressive jaw-set: "What're yew doin' here on mah lann?" His voice and manner were both equally deep and husky. "Aimin' to swipe my treasure, aren'cha? Well?! Izzat it?!"
"Well, well, well. I assume you're the rumored Ox King." Rias spoke without even a hint of fear. "My name is Ria—"
"Hey, guys!" Suddenly, poor Rias was interrupted. "It's too hot up there to break into the castle!" Following the voice, Goku flew back down to the group, stopping in front of Ox King, midair. "Huh, who's this creep?"
"C'mon, Goku!" Rias turned red with embarrassment. "Let me be the one to act cool, sometimes!"
"I'm cool?"
The Ox King, however, reeled back with shock. "T-That cloud! Is that the Flying Nimbus?! Where did you get it, boy?! Tell me!"
"What?" Goku tilted his head. "Oh, this? From Kame-sen'nin, the ol' turtle guy: Master Roshi!"
Suddenly, the Ox King jumped for joy. "Amazin'! Master Roshi! My invincible old teacher?! Where is he, boy?! D'you know where he lives?!"
"""""""…Huh?!""""""" Everyone, collectively, shouted.
That old freak on the turtle… the master of a big-shot like the Ox King?! What on earth will happen next?! Oh… I'm sure you guys have an idea! Next time on "Gotta Heed The Call Of Magic Dragon Balls!"