Chapter 1: Pilot.

Less than a week into school and Karlan was already missing summer break.

Sitting in the row furthest from the front of his class was Karlan, a 5'10" lightskin sophomore who always seemed to wear a hoodie regardless of the temperature, with a neat Afro resting atop his head. He was in the last period of the day and more than ready to leave, constantly glancing at his phone and silently counting down the seconds until the bell rang. Fifteen more to go.

"Alright, class." Spoke the teacher in the front; a large, round woman with glasses resting atop of her face. The most noteworthy thing about her was her love for presentations, something that constantly put Karlan and the rest of the class to sleep. "I'll come around and check all of your notes, starting from the back and working my way to the front."

A sweatdrop formed upon the teen's head whilst the teacher started walking toward him; eight more seconds to go.

A smile formed upon her face as she neared his desk, "Karlan.. Do you have any work to sh-"

But before she could finish her question, the bell went off and a literal moment later, Karlan was on his feet and halfway to the door, backpack resting on his bag, a grin on his face, and his headphones over his ears. He started working his way through the crowded hallways, teachers and students alike who were all as eager as he was to leave, and the usual couples hugged up in a corner here and there. Considering the traffic, it was damn near a miracle that he was able to make it from the back of the school to the far west part of it in three minutes. Not because he was in a hurry to leave, but because..-

"Hey, Karlan!"

Her.

Standing just a few yards from the teen was none other than Navion, a junior shorter than he, but able to reduce the teen to a stuttering mess with a simple greeting. Dark brown eye, curly hair, and a smile sweet enough to brighten the darkest of days. As she walked toward him with her signature smile forming upon her face, Karlan couldn't help but grin in return, offering a brief response.. in response.

"Hey, Navion..! How was..-"

He trailed off as he saw her walking past him, offering only a brief response to his unfinished question.

"Sorry, I gotta catch the bus..! We can talk tomorrow!"

And just like that, she was gone. But as he watched her walk away, his grin never faded. It wasn't until she was out of sight that he finally turned and continued on his way, turning down a smaller hallway and pushing through the exit and stepping out into the fall air. It wasn't until then that his grin faded from his face, replaced by a scowl.

His parents hadn't told him until thirty minutes into his last period, but he had to walk home from school - something that'd take three hours, at least. He lived pretty far away - at least ten minutes by car if there was no traffic.

"Geez.." He muttered, setting off with a small groan. An hour later and his was walking down the length of a curving road, staying just outside of the street, occasionally hopping into the ditch to his left in order to avoid any drivers that seemed about it hit him. It wasn't until the fourth time though that the teen was sent tumbling into the dirt, letting loose a string of curses whilst he pushed himself back to his feet. "Son of a..-"

But before he could finish, an orange glint caught his eye.

Left eyebrow raised, Karlan moved toward it, only stopping once he caught sight of what it was and when he did, his face broke out into a huge grin. It was a Dragon Ball; the two star ball if we were being specific, reflecting the setting sun off of it's surface.

He quickly bent down and picked it up, "I thought they only sold these things online.. Who the hell would even drop this out here and not notice that they did?" He thought aloud, rubbing off the dirt from the Dragon Ball onto his pants legs, slipping it into his backpack afterwards. Regardless of the circumstances, it belonged to him now. Whoever had owned it before him was long gone from what he had seen.

"I should ask around school tomorrow.. See if someone had one and dropped theirs.."

But unbeknownst to him, the Dragon Ball resting in his backpack started to do something.. strange. As the sun began to set and twilight began to take over, the sphere in his bag began to pulse, giving off a dim orange glow each time it did. Though not aware of it, Karlan's life was about to perform a complete 180..

And it'd be a lot sooner than he thought.

So if it wasn't clear before, I'll be making it clear now: I haven't really posted on this website or written a story in awhile, so I'm a tad bit rusty with writing, so.. reviews and the like are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think!