(Disclaimer: Children and teens normally shouldn't drink)
"JAAASPERRR!" His best friend tackled him, then bounced off him. "Oof, what, do you eat bricks or some shit?!"
Jazz laughed at his friend's attempt to knock him over. "Nope, you're just too small."
Bart was a short, scrawny kid, 5ft exactly and 100 lbs. He had a mess of red hair arranged in tight curls and hundreds of freckles that dotted his pale, blue-eyed face. He was a huge nerd, terrible at the gym, had a girly face, and wore large Harry Potter-style glasses. All in all a kid who'd normally be pegged as easy to bully in the high school they attended. "Please, I just didn't get a head start, you used too much ki."
Jazz rolled his eye. If Bart's looks weren't enough to stereotype him, he'd constantly nerd out about anime, video games, and movies. He even got in trouble once for reading a dirty magazine in the library. Of course, no one touched Bart for several reasons. The greatest reason being, Bart could be a psychopath when he needed to be. The last person to mess with him was a jerkoff by the name of Bradley, whose dad was a police officer.
Bradley got away with most things since his dad was friends with the Principal, and since their town was pretty small, as long as Bradley didn't break the law too obviously and there weren't any adult witnesses, his dad would cover his butt.
His harassment of Bart ranged from name-calling to light punches and shoves, Bart exchanged these with pranks, set-ups, and one time, giving a fake confession letter to Bradley gotten from the class babe, Cindy. The crazy part being, Bart had somehow gotten Cindy to sign the note. Bradley had made a fool of himself but Bart got suspended for impersonating another student and left school to see someone had dropped some bricks on his dad's old Ford Pickup. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize who did it, that and Bradley would brag at the lunchroom.
Jazz shuddered whenever he thought of the vengeance Bart pulled off on Bradley, his dad, and the principal.
"So, Jazz, you ready to go crazy?"
Jazz smirked, "you know it."
"Right on," a third friend, a black teen by the name of Troy laughed. "I hope you guys appreciate what I've got here for you all."
"Hey! Guys! Remember! Drinking is illegal!" Bart yelled.
The friends looked at each other silently, then burst into laughter.
Jazz woke up suddenly with a pounding headache. He looked around the room, and upon seeing the white walls of the farmer's guest bedroom, he relaxed slightly.
'Alright, let's… review what we know.' He began making the bed. 'I went to Bart's house to hang out, we brought out drinks' (Disclaimer, children shouldn't drink) 'then… I woke up here, somehow, in the world of Dragon Ball, 7 months before Bulma meets Goku, but… on the opposite side of the continent, and in the house of the farmer that gets merked on the first episode by… of all people, Raditz.'
"Hey… Jazz?" He turned to see the girl. "Breakfast is ready, would you like to come in?"
'Oh, and there's her, Miguel... That's a familiar name too, but I don't remember where I heard it, a weird name for a girl though.' "Thanks, I'll be right out!" Jazz nodded slightly.
"Okay!" Jazz waited for her to leave, then breathed out a sigh of relief.
'First things first, we're heading to East City, so I don't have to be super worried, just, head to a police station, see if I can get the phone charged, who knows. I might be able to meet Krillin, I think, the monk dojo is in East City… right?'
Jasper walked out of the guest bedroom, dressed in jeans, a white tee, and a red windbreaker. Breakfast was a huge pile of eggs and a washed salad. "Where is your dad?" Jazz asked in between mouthfuls.
"He's out in the field, he tends to the cabbages then the Ostrich-Chickens."
"Ostrich-Chickens" Jazz mumbled back, he shrugged.
"Ermm…" Miguel began, embarrassed, "what city are you from?"
"Hmm?"
"You know," Miguel continued, "are you from a city? You're a little too well dressed for a village boy, your clothes use a special fabric, even your jacket is different, it feels really light." She reached out and pet his jacket sleeve gently.
Jazz raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I… I actually don't know what city I'm from."
"What?" Miguel asked, incredulous.
"No, no really, I don't remember."
"Oh my goodness, you have amnesia!" She held her hands to her face, "how mysterious!"
Jazz scratched his head, embarrassed. "Let… let me help your dad." He ran out.
The farmer, whose name was Gabriel, was busy inspecting a large amount of produce. "Ah, Jasper, right on time, hop in and we'll get you to the city."
The trip was silent for the most part, Miguel would ask the occasional question on city life, and what Jazz did. When they found out Jazz at least thought he was a high schooler, they were impressed.
"Aren't you only 14?"
"Actually I am 14 and 8 months." Jazz sighed, "I skipped one grade in elementary school."
"Still, you are very tall, taller than my dad!" Miguel gushed.
"I'm not that tall, my older brother Mark is huge, he's over 6ft 2inches, and he's only a year older than me."
"Wow! He must be really strong!"
"Hah!" Jazz laughed, "No, he's got two left feet and terrible hand-eye coordination when it comes to sports, but he's really amazing!" He smiled, "he can play the cello, violin, piano, flute, picc...clarinet. I couldn't play a musical instrument to save my life." Jazz sighed.
"But… you still don't know what city you lived in? What about the school?" Miguel asked.
"Miguel, everyone has their circumstances." The farmer said sternly, "give the boy some time, he should be able to sort things out, and even then, the police would probably be able to help."
Jazz sighed in relief. Eventually, they passed into East City. On the outskirts were normal brick and mortar buildings, but the closer they got to the center, the more buildings seemed to be made of chrome and glass, eventually, they stopped by a large marketplace.
"Alright, we've arrived, I'll go make my trade." The farmer turned to his daughter, "Miguel, take Jazz to the police station."
The trip was easy enough, but Miguel insisted on holding Jazz's hand and asked him to talk more about his brother.
"Wow! He sounds really cool! I love music!"
"Oh? Really?"
"Yup! I wanna become a singer one day!" She sighed, "but we don't have the money, dad's saving up but we're still 5,000 Zeni short.
"Oh, nice." Jazz said absentmindedly. They walked up to a police officer, a humanoid with a dog face. Jazz hid his smile as he stared at the man with a beagle face. "H-hello o-officer." He stuttered, holding back chuckles, "I-i-i-i…" he covered his face.
"Is… this kid alright?" The cop asked, scratching a floppy ear.
"No! He's lost!" Miguel said, "He doesn't remember what city he's from, we found him on the side of the road, and thought that the police could help!"
"Oh!" The officer made a sad face, "poor kid, let's take you to the station, you have a phone on you?"
"Y-yeah."
"Okay, then follow me."
They made their way to a station, where the kids were offered some fries and ice cream. A police officer made his way over.
"Now, kid, what's your name."
"Oh, um… Jasper Duncan."
"Alright, can I call you Jasper?"
"Yes, officer."
"Hahaha! You can just call me Sunny." The officer, a human-looking black man with ears like a Doberman smiled. "We're here to help, Jasper."
"Thanks, Mr. Sunny."
"Alright, now, I was told you have a phone?" Jasper nodded, taking out his phone and its charger.
"Oh, that's a weird-looking phone, where'd you get it?"
Jasper flinched. "Uh, my mom did."
"Ooh, it's pretty fancy, Capsule Corp make? It's awfully small, and there's no logo, oh wait, there's, a robot lookin' thing? Would this be something made by Gero-tech?"
"Gero-tech. They're one of Capsule Corps' only competitors in the tech market." Sunny chuckled, "but with the advent of the Capsule they got blown out by the competition, maybe they're trying to make a resurgence?"
"M-maybe."
"Hmmm, let's see if we can call your mom, what's her number?"
Jasper gave the office his mother's number, but, unfortunately, as he thought, the number was dead.
"Hmm…" The officer looked at Jasper's morose face. "Unfortunately, there's not much I can do, I can have your phone before, or that charger, I can ask around, where do you plan to stay?"
"He can stay with us!" Miguel shouted excitedly.
"Are… are you sure?" Jazz asked, "I don't want to be trouble."
"Yeah! Dad's alright with it!" Miguel insisted.
"Alright, if you're okay with it." Sunny gave Jazz a brick and a fanny pack. "Here's a phone."
Jazz stared at the brick for a few seconds and eventually recognized the buttons as phone buttons. He looked at Sunny, who winked.
"So, any luck?" The farmer's face fell at Jazz's sad smile.
"No, nothing yet." Jasper shook the brick phone, "But I have a phone now, I can try and call the police, or anyone else who might help."
"It would take a genius to fix my ph…" Jasper paused. The farmer and girl turned to follow his gaze, and caught sight of a pretty teen girl with light purple-blue hair and deep blue eyes, she had her hair hanging freely down to her shoulders except for a bit of hair tied to the side. Her clothes were all clean and fresh looking, stylish and expensive looking with brand names on her bag, the most unique object however was the Capsule Corp jacket she was wearing.
The farmer blinked then grinned wryly, "is that girl catching your eye Jasper?"
Miguel harrumphed. "She's not that pretty."
"No, it's not that…" Jazz began quietly, the girl turned to look at them, flipped her hair, and smirked at Jazz. Along with a red face, Jazz responded by calling out, "hey! Wait! You're Bulma, right?"
The girl flinched, then looked at Jazz with surprise. "How do you know my name?" She said suspiciously, "I've never seen you before."
Jazz shook his head, "You haven't, and you don't really know me, but I know you're after the dr-" Bulma gripped his mouth shut, then looked left and right, before turning to the farmer and Miguel.
"Sorry, this is an old friend, I need to catch up with him."
"But… didn't you say you didn't know him?" The farmer asked, confused.
"No! I just didn't recognize him at first, it's been a lot of years since West City, right?" She turned to Jazz and growled, "RIGHT?!"
"Uhh…"
"I'm sorry young lady, the young man lost his memories, he remembers his mom and parents, but not what school he went to or the city he grew up in."
Bulma turned to Jazz, who looked away. "I see…" She muttered, smiling. "Well, he's my friend."
"Oh yeah, then what's his name?!" Miguel said hotly.
"Oh, that's easy, he's... Jasper!" Bulma recalled. Seeing Miguel's distraught appearance, Bulma smirked mischievously, "oh, Jasper it's been so long! I'm so sorry, your family must be worried sick about you!" She shook Jasper's shoulders left and right, hugging him tightly. After a few seconds, she peaked at the farmer and Miguel. "Thanks for taking care of him, do you want a reward or something? How about a thousand Zeni."
"No, but I couldn't." The farmer shook his head profusely.
"No, please." Jazz said, "you helped me, and Miguel was telling me about her dream. It's the least I can do for your hospitality."
Bulma's smile tightened, "well, aren't you generous Jasper!" She turned to the farmer, "you might as well take the money."
The farmer sighed, nodded, and took the money. "Thank you very much, Jasper, if you need anything, or just want to visit, you know where I am."
Jasper smiled, shaking the man's hand. "Thank you very much, Mr. Gabriel, thank you so much, Miguel."
Miguel hugged him. "Visit lots!" She stuck he tongue out at Bulma, who returned the gesture and pulled on her eyelid.
After the two left, Bulma turned to Jazz. "Now, who the hell are you?"
Jazz looked at Bulma for a few seconds, "I promise you, you probably won't believe me."
"Really? Try me." Bulma smirked, "I've already gotten my bachelor's of science, and I'm not even 18. Of course, I still have to finish high school, but that doesn't matter, there's little you can say that will surprise me, also, you better not hide what you know about the Dragon Balls brat!"
Jazz rolled his eyes but answered. "So, I know you have two dragon balls." He shook his head, "and I know you made a radar to find the rest, you need all 7 to cast a wish, and the next one you're after is far south near Mount Paozu."
"Oh? Do you mean to say you know where all the dragon balls are?" Bulma asked, eyes gleaming, "is it some special power?"
"...Not all of them." Jazz's mind raced for a believable excuse. "I...I sometimes have...visions of the future."
"Visions." Bulma frowned as she replied dryly. "So you're a fortune-teller? Okay then Mr. Fortune Teller, what's my wish?"
"A boyfriend, or a ton of chocolate."
Bulma snorted, "lucky guess." She looked over to the side, "alright, alright, jokes over, spill, why do you know about the Dragon Balls, and why do you know my name?" At this point, they reached the outskirts of the city.
Jazz sighed, "you won't believe me."
"Oh please, like it's weirder than that fortune-telling-"
"I come from an alternate reality." Jazz stared straight at Bulma, who burst out laughing.
"Oh wow, that's even better." Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes. "So, in this alternate reality," she said, curling her fingers like bunny ears, "are we like, a manga or something, oh, let me guess, we're an anime too, that plays at prime family time 6:00 pm right?"
"I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"At least you're not so insane you'd assume anyone would believe such BS."
"Look." Jazz sighed, "can you just take me with you, I know of the and about its cities, but I have no money, no family, nothing."
"What about that nice farming couple? They wanted to take you in, and the girl seems to like you."
"What? No! She's just a kid, and besides, she's gonna be a famous musician, I don't wanna bother them."
"And you can bother me?"
"Well, you're rich, are on summer break, and are a world-renowned super genius who comes from a family of geniuses."
Bulma took a smug grin, "oh, you know I'm a super genius too? Well, thanks, at least you can recognize my amazingness." She sighed, "Alright, I still think you're crazy, but you're probably harmless enough, and if you know about the dragon balls, you'll probably be helpful." She reached into her pocket and handed Jazz a huge bundle. "Here's 10,000 Zeni, get yourself a hotel room and give me your phone number."
Jazz took the number, and after a few minutes of fiddling, Bulma huffed in annoyance, took his brick phone, and paired it with her much sleeker capsule corp phone.
"...Thanks, are you heading to Dr. Omori's home?"
"Oh wow, you even know Dr. Omori?" Bulma shook her head, "maybe you are clairvoyant, anyways, I'll be back in the city tomorrow, I was heading out earlier, but you messed up my schedule, I'll have to stay the night." Bulma threw down a capsule, which turned into a car. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Jazz, keep your phone on."
Jazz nodded, waving her off. He turned to head back to the city. "I was able to get Bulma on my side, at least sorta, now, I just need to convince her and Goku I'm on their side, then, I'll get the dragon balls to grant me my wish." He couldn't believe his luck, he had believed he would need to eventually find a way to earn Zeni and make his way eventually to West City, then hope that he somehow caught Bulma or Mr. Briefs in a good mood. But with this, he could hope to find them way quicker. "Just a few months and I could maybe make it home." He would aim to help them get the dragon balls, stop the Pilaf Gang, and get the wish, as Goku had nothing he needed, and the first wish was just for panties.
He made his way to a hotel before he reached the door to the building. He saw a girl wearing an outfit similar to Chun Li's get tossed out of the hotel.
"And stay out! You don't have money, you can't take our food. Don't grab my garbage!" The girl landed heavily on the street, coughing and shivering. Jazz walked gingerly by her, then looked her in the eyes, he barely saw movement in them, then breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her cough.
"Are… are you" Before he could finish, an audible growling sound filled his ears. The girl turned away from him and gripped her stomach. Jazz walked into the hotel.
…
The girl ignored the boy who had looked down upon her. He looked around her age, if not a little older or younger, but by the rosiness in his cheeks and the callous level in his palms, he wasn't a martial artist. From a cursory glance, she could tell he was reasonably fit, having the build of a casual jogger, or someone who played sports, but other than that he was nothing special. Her stomach rumbled again, causing her to clench her teeth tightly. Her mind wandered back to her family. Her father sent her out to challenge the masters of the Orin Temple, but she failed. Her father, in a rage, sent her out to fend for herself in the city for a few months, whether she tried East City or Bamboo forest, he did not care, all that mattered was that if she did not stay for the three months, she would not be allowed to return home in the west.
She closed her eyes in exhaustion, right now, she was just tired. After a few minutes, she felt the area around her darken. Thinking about the sunset, she opened her eyes to see the same boy, looking at her now and holding a box of fried chicken before her. She looked at him incredulously.
"You seem a bit hungry." He said.
She swiped the box and ravenously tore into the chicken, glaring at the boy. The food was greasy and unhealthy, but it filled her empty stomach and filled her with warmth. After her second drumstick, her throat began to constrict. The boy wordlessly handed her a bottle of water. She chugged down the beverage with great gusto, burping as she turned towards the chicken again. Finally, after only a minute, she was left with one half-eaten chicken wing, with the rest of the drumsticks and wings both stripped to the bone and cracked open for their marrow. The girl licked her grease-laden fingers, about to wipe the remains on her smock.
"Uhh…" The boy then handed her napkins. The girl glared at him, eyes narrowing as she released a killing intent as she grabbed the napkins. She watched in satisfaction as the boy's breathing quickened and rose a pitch and sweat began to drip from his face. "It's just…" he stuttered out, "you looked kinda hungry, and it's a shame that a...cute girl like you is just stuck out here."
The girl blinked in shock. "C-cute?!" She said indignantly, speaking with a thick Asian accent. "PaoPao isn't cute!"
…
Jazz blinked in surprise, "erm… I think you're cute." He had just said that to get her to calm down, Bart had told him it worked on ladies when they were riled up.
"PaoPao isn't cute! You're lying!" The girl, evidently named PaoPao, angrily retorted.
"Well, I mean, to be fair, your hands are covered in grease, and you smell like…you were dumpster diving." Jazz eyed the piece of banana peel sticking from her hair, "anyways, you looked hungry, and grease sticks to you and attracts flies, so you should at least wipe your hands and wash up. Do you have a home to return to?"
PaoPao grumbled, "no, PaoPao… failed her mission, she needs to train some more."
"Oh?" Jazz asked with curiosity, "what was the mission?" PaoPao turned away angrily. "Uhh…" he began.
"Leave PaoPao alone, she didn't need your help!" The girl sneered.
"Okay okay, you don't need to be so-"
"There's that brat who lost to master!" A voice interrupted Jazz, and he turned to see 3 muscular men, clean-shaven, and wearing yellow-and-red uniforms, their most discerning features however were their bald heads and pronounced foreheads, which were marked with 6 rings in the same formation as Krillin's.
Jazz looked at the Orin Temple monks and turned to look at PaoPao. She for her part simply glared at the men, then stood up shakily.
"Oh?" One of them, a man with an especially long forehead and buck teeth sneered. "The brat thinks she can handle us? Our master folded you like an origami." The others laughed at this, causing the girl to redden in anger, before she could approach them, Jazz stepped in.
"Hey, we don't need to fight. Obviously, you're saying she lost to your master, so it's okay, right? How about I get you guys dinner or something?" Jazz asked, preparing to take out some Zeni he had saved up.
"PaoPao didn't tell you to interfere." The girl said, pushing Jazz to the side.
Jazz fell on his butt, gaping at the sight before him.
The girl charged towards the monks, the first leaped backward, but the other two charged forward. When they clashed with the girl, instead of being bowled over, the girl started overpowering the two. Then, quick as lightning, she rolled out of the way, avoiding the third monk's flying kick. The monks looked up to see three daggers rapidly rushing towards them, and dodged out of the way, barely avoiding a lethal attack. As they leaped to the air, PaoPao jumped up, kicking the lead monk in the jaw and knocking him out. She landed down lightly on one leg, then smashed her fist into the second monk, releasing a massive burst of air.
Jazz's heart began to beat rapidly as his face rushed with excitement. "Woah…" In all his confusion and worry over not being home, he forgot that this was the world of Dragon Ball. "Fights, prestige, speed, amazing skills." He smiled in excitement. Then felt a chill down his spine. Turning around, he saw the lead monk, nursing a bruised jaw. The monk watched as PaoPao handled the other two monks with relative ease, and turned his bloodshot eyes towards Jazz. The monk however flinched in surprise, Jazz had already started sprinting away.
PaoPao was seething in rage when the monks began to insult her, but unlike their master, they were weaklings barely above human ability. She knocked out their leader and went after the other two, taking her time to beat them down. She glanced to the side and saw the boy who gave her food watching her in awe and smirked as she saw his face flush with excitement.
'If that's what you think is impressive, you've not seen what PaoPao can do yet!'
She began to prepare and gather her ki, her father had drilled the technique into her mind and body countless times over, and she was finally capable of using it with some skill. Of course, she was still very slow and weak compared to her father and elder sister, but if not for the Orin Temple master's cheating, she should have beaten him handily, her father said that her elder sister was about as strong as the Crane School's greatest pupil, Tienshinhan, so for her to lose to the Orin Temple's master was too dishonorable.
'With this, you'll see you shouldn't be looking down on and making fun of PaoPao, you want to trick her with your lies that she's pretty? PaoPao is too strong to be tr...eh?'
She broke concentration as she saw the lead monk rise from the ground and turn to look at the boy. If those monks were weaklings, the boy was a gnat. While she distrusted him and thought he was a waste, he did feed her, and even if he lied, she liked being called cute. Just as she prepared to intercept, she was surprised to see the boy sprint away from the steadily rising monk, as if he had gotten a premonition. The monk began to sprint after the boy and was gaining on him quickly, but even then, the boy wasn't too unimpressive for someone so soft-looking.
'He has a good form.' She thought, turning to the two monks, "Sorry, PaoPao can't play with you anymore." She struck them both with heavy gutshots, knocking them out and giving chase to the monk and Jazz.
She smirked, they were both slow to her, and she quickly caught up, the monk glanced behind him and shouted in terror, causing PaoPao to laugh. "You still think PaoPao's weak?" She prepared to fire a ki blast, her hand glowing. Before she could react, however, the monk pulled out a can of something and began to spray it in her face.
The girl's shriek caused Jazz to turn around, the monk had used him as bait, and when PaoPao chased after them, he must have hit her with a spray of mace.
The monk laughed, grabbing. PaoPao by one of her buns. "You moron, that's how you lost to master, isn't it? In the Orin Temple, the motto is victory by whatever means! Of course, it's insulting that I even had to use my secret concoction!" He stuck out his tongue. "It's made out of pepper spray, ghost pepper juice, and sand!" He swung a heavy fist into PaoPao's gut, causing her to groan in pain. She retaliated by kicking him in the groin, causing him to drop her and fall to his knees.
PaoPao's vision was beyond blurry, and her face felt both extreme pain and extreme heat like she was melting. As tears freely dripped down she held her fists up in defiance, then groaned as a blow struck her from behind.
"Hahaha! This brat thought she could keep the Orin Temple down?" One of the monks she swore she should have knocked out had struck her from behind. How did she not sense him?" At the same time, the monk who struck her with pepper spray began to pummel her with ease. She got a few strikes in, but since she was both blinded and in pain, she wasn't able to land any decisive blows. Every time she was able to wipe her eyes just enough to barely see, another spritz of the spray would hit her.
She retreated into an alleyway, where, hopefully, with her back to a wall, she'd be able to avoid being surrounded. She covered her eyes with her sleeve, not letting go as she attacked with reckless abandon. She felt her fists and feet strike the two monks, but it seemed like as soon as she knocked them back, one of them would rush right back in. Eventually, she was knocked to the ground, but attempted to get back up, shaking from exhaustion as she moved.
"Pshh, the last squirms of a dying animal, give it up brat, maybe if you apologize nicely, I'll end this with a couple hundred Zeni and a broken arm."
Another monk snorted, "she's even more pitiful than Krillin y'know? Ooh, maybe we should recruit her, shave off her head."
PaoPao's stomach dropped, as much as she was jealous of her sister, she at least prided herself in her buns and long braids. Gritting her teeth, she began to attempt to gather her ki again, her mind was in a mess but she might be able to bruise at least one of them, but before she could release her attack, the lead monk screamed out in pain as the sound of rocks shattering filled the air.
The monks and blinded girl flinched, the monks, at least, the 2 who were still conscious, turned to see Jaxx hurling broken bricks at them.
"W-wait, stop, owe! Yeowch! You stupid brat, I'll I-i'll! Aah!"
They were too tired from trying to knockout PaoPao to notice that he had been inching close enough to get clear shots at them.
Jaxx didn't hold back at all as he threw the bricks, putting all of his baseball experience into his assault on the two monks, who were both too exhausted and too dumbfounded to retaliate.
Eventually, the men collapsed unconscious, one from a lucky shot to the temple, and the other when some shrapnel hit his groin. Jaxx began to breathe again, just realizing he'd been holding his breath in concentration. He turned to PaoPao, who was still in a martial stance, but with a quizzical look on her face. Her eyes were still closed shut, so he took out a water bottle to help wash out the stuff.
"Umm…" The boy began, "you were pretty amazing PaoPao, the monks called like 10 of their members over, but you knocked each one out in one or two hits, it was amazing." He reached over towards her. She smacked his hand hard enough to knock away the bottle of water in it." She scowled when she heard the sound.
"What do you want?! To make fun of me?! To call me weak too? You can just leave PaoPao alone!" She swung a punch out in random, feeling it impact soft flesh.
The boy's reply was a 2-liter bottle of water splashed into her face. She sputtered in a rage, then felt a soft, cool towel caress her eyelids. After a few moments, the soft pressure eased off, and the majority of the pain she felt went away. After a few hesitant seconds, she opened her eyes to see the boy, nursing a black eye, glaring at her. Nostrils flared as he shouted.
"Are you stupid?! I'm trying to help you?! Cute this, cute that?! Fine, you want me to say you're ugly or something?! Does that matter? I don't have a friggen clue as to whether you're super pretty or ugly, average, I guess? But that doesn't even matter."
"If it doesn't matter why did you give PaoPao food?!" She yelled back, "what did you want?"
Jaxx rubbed his head in irritation. "Youuuu!" He then shook his head, "get over yourself!"
PaoPao glared in disbelief at his words.
"You think you're somehow special?!" Jaxx continued. "I saw someone just get kicked out of a hotel for rifling through trash, and they were starving on the street, why wouldn't I give them at least a little food? We've all got problems, you aren't some special case."
"But… PaoPao passed by other people, and they didn't look at me at all…" The girl's tone was still hostile, but somewhat subdued.
"So?" Jaxx released his pent-up frustration with his situation, Bulma's sass, and the monks' aggression toward the shocked girl. "So they didn't look at you at all, does that mean every single person is an ass?"
PaoPao looked away indignantly. "You're weaker than PaoPao, why should she listen to you?"
"It was people weaker than you who did this to you." He pointed behind him, revealing 10 monks. "They ganged up on you, outsmarted you, and surrounded you. And then it was this really weak one that helped you." He pointed at himself. "Also, have you heard yourself? When the heck did I make fun of you?"
"You just called PaoPao ugly!" She retaliated quietly.
Jaxx's face froze, "you actual bitch." She responded by smacking him hard, knocking him into a wall, and bruising his forehead, he gripped it in pain, holding back tears, then he glared at PaoPao, who looked at him like she was the one about to cry. He sat down, laughing. "You know what, fuck you." PaoPao didn't respond to his second provocation, instead choosing to douse her face in more water and gingerly dabbed her eyes, which still stung a bit, with the towel the boy gave her.
"Damnit, why am I even trying to help you, who the hell even are you that it matters to me?" Jaxx mumbled angrily, "I can't even fight, it's not like I'm Goku or anything, and I don't have any dragon balls…"
PaoPao shook her head at the boy's rambling, but then froze as she saw the tears in his eyes.
"Will I even be able to see you again mom?" Jaxx said to himself. After a few moments of silence, he got up, then flinched as he saw PaoPao stare at him.
"You boy." She said, pointing at him.
"What? Was that not apparent?" Jaxx retorted, "Are you st-"
"Why cry? Men don't cry, just like warriors do not cry." PaoPao narrowed her eyes.
"Crying?!" Jaxx snorted, turning away, "I'm not friggen crying!" He got up quickly, "anyways, I don't care anymore, you clearly didn't need my help, so I'll leave, just like you want." He grumbled angrily.
PaoPao looked at him go, then called out to him hesitantly. She remembered one of the sparring matches she had been forced into having with her sister.
...
Mei Lin was a genius, she was able to use ki, swordplay, and martial arts at the level of a master by the time PaoPao could be considered proficient. Her father adored the elder sister for this reason and always looked down on PaoPao. For PaoPao, the worst part was her sister's attitude, in front of father or other people, she would act kind, decisive, and brave, and treat PaoPao like she was a precious family member, but outside of prying eyes…
PaoPao fell to the ground, her left shoulder and collarbone stung. She looked up at her sister, who smacked her.
"Hey." Mei Lin said, smirking, "who said you could look at me? Huh?" She spat on PaoPao's hair.
PaoPao trembled but didn't speak.
"Hah… this coward, so scared she can't even make a peep."
"Si-"
THWACK
PaoPao was interrupted by her sister smacking her again, "Hey, who said you could speak?" Mei Lin chuckled as she knocked on PaoPao's head. "Hey, stupid bitch," she smacked PaoPao a little around, "you remember what I told you?"
PaoPao grit her teeth.
Mei Lin rolled her eyes, then struck PaoPao hard enough to bruise her nose and cause bleeding. "Hey, remember what I told you?"
PaoPao finally spoke, trembling. "P-PaoPao is ugly, a-and stupid…" she trembled, "a-and she's sub-h-human." Tears fell down her face, causing Mei Lin's sneer to widen.
"And?" The devil that called itself PaoPao's older sister asked, shaking PaoPao to continue.
"B-because sh-she's s-so pit-pit-pit…" PaoPao couldn't speak, she was beginning to break down.
"PaoPao." Mei Lin began, almost teasingly, "I'll break your arm if you can't continue."
"B-because, PaoPao is so pitiful, she shouldn't ever speak in f-f-first p-person, sh-she's no b-better than a dog."
"That's right PaoPao." Mei Lin dropped her sister, allowing her to collapse on the rough but inviting forest floor. "You're my hunting dog, loyal only to me. Once father passes all the teaching to me, you'll rely on me to live, you'll owe me, and in exchange, I'll do you the favor of owning you." She smiled brightly, "now, you remember what to say, right?"
"Th-thank you." PaoPao trembled.
"Thank you for what?"
"F-for t-teaching the u-u-useless PaoPao."
"Good girl." Mei Lin laughed, "ayaiih, look at how ugly you are." She sighed, "if a boy gives you anything? He's only after your body." She burst out into a fit of giggles and turned to leave her sister on the cold forest floor. "But…" She paused, "if you happen to find a boy who's nice to you, and even tries to protect you? Well, it's impossible, but that boy should probably be as ugly as you are, maybe the two of you should grow up, marry, and have ugly babies together." Her laughter echoed in PaoPao's ears. The girl trembled, holding back her sobs as she slowly got up. She didn't walk back home to get treated, instead, she made her way back to East City, where her father exiled her, telling her to remain for 3 months.
…
PaoPao stared at the lonely boy's back and finally spoke.
"Th-thankyou." She began, "PaoPao wants to say thanks, you gave her food, and water, and a towel for her eyes."
Jaxx didn't respond at first. He looked around, then sighed. "Damnit." He looked back at the girl helplessly.
PaoPao looked at the boy with bated breath, thinking to herself that whatever he answered would change the trajectory of her life forever.
"...I'm lost." He announced meekly.
PaoPao just stared back dumbly.
…
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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan
Age: 14 (and 8 months), physical appearance, 14
Hair color: Brown
Skin color: white
Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish decent), Quarter Aisian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)
Height: 5ft 6inches | 167 centimeters
Weight: 140 lbs | 63.5 kilograms
Skills: Average Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age.
Powerlevel: 3
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Afterword:
Hello, thanks for sticking around to chapter 2, pretty weird, I know lol. PaoPao isn't fully an original character, rather, she is from one of the dbz video games. The video game Dragon Ball Z: Attack of the Saiyans, where she attacks the Orin Temple a little bit before the Saiyans Arrival. She fights against Krillin but is easily defeated, but the game puts her powerlevel at 1250, which means that she's been training like crazy while being a normal human. In the game, she runs away, trains, and targets Orin Temple in order to prove her worth to her sister and father. There are other dojos in the world of Dragon Ball, like the Satan Dojo, and of course there is also the world famous Turtle School and equal but oppositely infamous Crane School, so targeting either would likely earn more prestige, so I thought, perhaps her attacking the school when she was younger would make sense.
Now, given how strong Tien was, I'll say she has a current powerlevel of maybe… 30-40, and the monks had powerlevels somewhere between 15-20. I only say that because in the dragon ball manga, I explicitly remember Krillin not being too much slower and weaker than Goku, who still had a powerlevel of 10, when they were first being trained by master Roshi. So for the monks to bully him so badly, they had to have regarded him as a super duper weakling. Of course, she's still a video game character, so it isn't cannon, but this is still fanfiction lol. Jazz has 7 months before he can meet Goku if he wants to try and keep the storyline stable.