Dragon Ball Alternate Dimension - Generation Z

A Dragonball Z Fanfiction by Aoikami Sarah

Chapter Two

Tuesday, Present Day

Adonai came out of the club and pulled on a jacket made of silver poly-vinyl-chloride. The sky was partly cloudy and although the spring night was cold, rain didn't seem to threaten. A perfect night to fly home. He began walking to the nearest dark alley.

"Hey! Hey you, muscle boy!" a woman's voice called after him. It sounded friendly, so he turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you." The woman who had come out of the same club was maybe a year older than he; no more than twenty-one or so. She had a dark complexion and long, white dreadlocks. "Headin' home so soon?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"Need a lift?" She smiled in a semi-seductive way.

Ado thought for about two seconds before answering. "Sure."

Her car was a small sort of beat up and dirty late model Capsule coup. A pair of tiny white-on-black fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror. "So, do you come to the Cog often?" she popped in a CD by Iris and started in with the small talk. "I'm kinda new to the area."

"Nah. Not that much. Just when I feel like it." The music was almost too loud but Adonai didn't mind.

"Have I lost my mind? Yes and no, but Annie would I lie to you..."

"You musta felt like it tonight, boy. I watched you stomp for like two hours solid without a single break! Must be because you work out, huh?"

"Something like that."

"So, Mr. Talkative, what's your name?"

"It's Adonai."

"Mine's Tasha." She made a bit of face when he clammed up. "So, Adonai. What do you do for a living?"

"A living?" he asked.

"Yeah, what's your job?"

"I don't have one."

"Oh, so you're a student?"

"I'm in school, if that's what you mean."

Tasha made a more confused face. "Ok..."

Adonai felt the pressure to say something. "So, uh, what do you do, Tasha?"

"Nothing yet. I just moved here."

"Oh."

"I live by myself. The place is kind of a shithole, but it's cheap and it's close to Capsule. Wow, if I could get a job there! But I don't even have a high school diploma."

His eyebrow lifted, but he decided to keep his identity secret. Most people who found out that he was the heir to the richest corporation on Earth just used his friendship for their own gains. "You live alone?" Adonai wondered if this had been a pick-up line.

"Yeah. I'm an orphan."

"Oh. That sucks, sorry." He was about to ask her some more questions when she growled. "What is it?"

"Look at this guy, you'd think it was Sunday!" she pointed to the vehicle in front of them. He was going a solid fifteen kilometers below the speed limit and Tasha had been traveling at twenty above. "Damn it, come on!"

"Hey, it's not like you have to be anywhere..." Adonai tried to calm her.

"HEY BUDDY! WANNA GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD?!" Her eyes widened and her hands gripped the wheel tighter. "That's it!" she cried and turned the wheel abruptly to the right.

The little compact zoomed around the old man in front of them as Tasha stomped down on the accelerator, but the right margin was at an upward thirty-five-degree angle. The car jerked up and came crashing down on the little wheels far in front of the offending octogenarian.

"ASSHOOOOOLE!" Tasha shouted out the window as they passed.

Adonai's face was ashen. He reluctantly pried his hands off the dashboard. "You know what? Right here's just fine."

Sirens from behind made Tasha's eyes glaze over. Rather than slowing down and pulling to the side, she gunned the engine and two hidden booster rockets engaged and propelled the car away from the police at speeds of nearly two-hundred kilometers-per-hour.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Adonai shouted.

"Oh just sit back and enjoy the ride!!"

Although he knew he couldn't possibly be hurt in a crash and could most probably save this insane girl before an impact, he was fairly terrified by her driving. She used scaffolding as ramps, turned ninety degree corners at breakneck speeds leaving rubber all over the downtown streets. Finally they got out onto the highway and headed for the business district.

"Which exit do you take to get to your house?!" She looked over at him and asked wildly ignoring the fleet of police sirens that wailed behind them.

"Uh, Tasha..." Adonai pointed ahead of them. Three rows of police cars blocked their way.

Tasha cursed and veered left onto an exit ramp which was also blocked. Adonai screamed and got ready to grab her and get the hell out of there but just then she swerved right and accelerated. The car went flying off the ramp and over the rows of cop cars. It was a brilliant move but Tasha hadn't quite accounted for the overpass. She cried out in alarm but kept her hands on the wheel. The car slammed into the side of the overpass and exploded in a ball of flame.

Adonai set her down on the ground a hundred yards from the crash site and held her arms. "Hey, you ok?"

Tasha pulled her hands away from her face and blinked at the wreckage. "Am I dead?"

"No, but you are stupid. Why the hell were you driving like that?"

"I dunno. Sometimes I just go nuts. I like to push the vehicle to its extreme, see what I can make it do..." She was still on her adrenaline high. Her eyes gleamed.

The cops by this time had run over to arrest them. They seemed surprised when Adonai refused medical treatment.

"Ok, Tasha, that's it. We gotcha now," one of the policemen said as he took handcuffs off his belt.

Adonai squinted at her. "You're a wanted criminal?"

"She's got the worst driving record we've ever seen! Her license was revoked six months ago! This is the last straw."

"Sir," Adonai said quietly and sidled up to the officer. "Please reconsider her predicament. She's an orphan and there won't be anyone to bail her out." Tasha smiled, surprised that this stranger was looking out for her.

"Buddy, do you have any idea how many vehicles and pieces of private and public property this girl's driving has destroyed?"

"No," he said calmly and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "But I'm sure we can take care of whatever she owes."

"Was'sis?" The cop took the card and squinted to read it. "Oh?" he looked up and recognized the face. "Oh! Sure thing Mr. Oujisama. Thanks a lot!"

The cops waved them off and Adonai turned to face Tasha.

"Oujisama as in Capsule Corporation CEO Trunks Oujisama?"

Adonai shrugged. "He's my dad."

"Wow." Tasha blinked some more, then frowned. "But how do we get home now?"

"We walk!"

Wednesday

The teacher droned on about particles and prepositions as the clock on the wall ticked painfully slowly towards 2:45. Kashtan Son lowered his hand off his desk and touched the guard on his football helmet. 'Three... two...'

The bell rang at last and he jumped out of his seat and raced for the door.

The teacher stood with his fists on his hips and frowned at Kashtan. "Not so fast, Mr. Son."

"But, Teacher, I got a game in an hour an' coach says..."

"You have a game in an hour."

Kashtan nodded. "Yeah, that's what I said."

Sitting down on the edge of his desk, the poor teacher sighed. "Kashtan. You're doing rather poorly in Language Skills and from what I hear in a few other subjects as well." The teen tapped his foot nervously. "If you don't improve this semester, I'm going to have to fail you."

"Fail me?! But, if I fail I can't play!" He held up the helmet to emphasize his point.

"I know. Perhaps this will sufficiently motivate you, hm?" He rose and opened the classroom door. "Have a good game, Kashtan."

The teen slung his bag on his back and grumbled out into the hallway. His cousin spotted him and ran to catch up. "Kash! What's up?" Okano Hoshi, Orange Star High School's BMOC called.

"I'm failing Language." They walked down the hall towards the locker rooms.

Okano rolled his eyes. "That too? Ever thought it might help to do your homework once in a while?"

"I do!"

"You do not." Kashtan frowned at him even more. "Well, we got a game so just forget about it for now."

"Have a game," Kashtan muttered.

"What?"

"Never mind."

Suddenly Okano stopped dead in his tracks. "I think I just found a solution!" He jogged down the hall toward a short, aqua-haired girl who was just opening her locker, leaving Kashtan puzzled.

"Korosette! Wait up!"

"Oh, hey Okano," Korosette Du Nord folded her glasses up and took two fuzzy hair elastics out of her bag. "What's up?"

"I have a teency favor to ask of you."

The short girl looked up at him as she put her aqua hair up into two pony tails. "Why do I get the feeling my answer's gonna be no?"

"Koro, it's really small! Could you please tutor Kashtan?" Down the hall a bit, Kashtan turned bright red and cursed Okano under his breath.

"Mmmmmmmno."

"Aw, come on Korosette! You didn't even think about it!" Okano smiled and turned on the charm.

"Ew. Okano. We're almost related, knock that off," she said and brushed him aside.

"Only by marriage, but that's beside the point. Puh-leeeeze!?"

"No! Anyway, I have a huge bio-physics project coming up that's going to take up all my time."

"How 'bout afterwards?"

Kashtan stomped by, grabbed Okano around the middle and carried him away.

"How bout after that?!"

Kashtan finally put Okano down when they had gotten to the school's front entrance. "What the hell was that all about?!"

He dusted himself and grinned. "What was what all about? I thought it'd be a good idea for you to have a tutor, that's all."

Kashtan growled a bit. "You know damn well that I like her!"

"Really?" Okano asked innocently then grinned wider

"I oughta wipe that stupid grin off your face, you freak."

Okano laughed out loud and back pedaled away from him. His travel was interrupted as he crashed into someone.

"Whoa, I'm sorry!" he laughed and turned around. His easy-going demeanor fell and he panicked. "Soma!"

The pink haired girl crouched down in her mini skirt and started collecting the books he had spilled. "Hello, Cousin Okano."

"I-I, that is, I, er, I'm so sorry. I..." terribly flustered by her appearance, he tried to reply and clumsily help her.

"It's all right, it was an accident." Soma Oujisama smiled and stood up.

"No, really, I'm sorry. I was being a total retard."

"As per usual," a deep familiar voice growled from behind him. All the hairs stood up on Okano's neck. "Are you all right, Sister?"

"Yes, Adonai." She bowed her head and smoothed her skirt down.

Kashtan bit his lip and stood next to Okano, wondering if there would be a fight. Adonai Oujisama was usually so calm that it was hard to tell when he would lash out. He realized that he had been concentrating on Adonai so much that he didn't notice that there was someone standing beside him.

"For pity's sake Ado, are you seriously contemplating fighting over something this stupid?" Korosette folded her arms and sighed. "Let's just go home. I seriously can't believe we're related sometimes," she continued to yammer as she walked over to Soma, "This is all Grandfather's influence, you know. If you hung out with normal people every once in a while you probably wouldn't be such a jerk." Adonai ignored her as Korosette laced her arm through Soma's and they walked away.

"Good-bye Kashtan, Good-bye Okano. See you tomorrow!" Soma called cheerfully.

"Bye, Soma!" Kashtan waved back. "Bye Korosette..."

Okano and Adonai were still in a staring contest until Adonai snorted, sneered and turned his back on them. His long, blue-black hair swished over his silver PVC jacket as he followed the girls.

"Well, that was interesting. That creep just doesn't quit, does he?" Kashtan made a face.

Okano shook it off. "He's just got a superiority complex."

"Che," Kashtan snorted. "He's definitely got some serious issues. Come on, we're gonna be late."

To be continued…