"Okay!" Jazz shouted, attempting to shout louder than the roaring flames. "You can drop me off here!" They were at the very top of the mountain, about 20 feet above the top of the castle.

"Alright! Good luck!" Goku flashed the victory pose. Jazz reflected it and saluted, turning to face the castle top, he landed heavily.

"Oof." Jazz patted his shaky legs. "That was a heavy landing…" He looked around, the castle was made of large, even, shaped slabs of marble. Each stone was surprisingly white despite being exposed to the hot flames. Jazz wrapped the gel-slathered scarf around his face a little tighter as he slid into a window. "Alright, nice, let's get this party started." He began heading down the stairs of the stone tower.

…

Yamcha rushed towards the location where he knocked out the little girl.

"Dammit! I hope she didn't wake up yet!" When Goku was handed the picture of the Ox-King's daughter, Yamcha was able to recognize the girl.

While trailing slowly behind Goku's group by tracking the car he gave them, Yamcha and Puar spied a little girl run from a T-Rex, before decapitating it and setting it on fire. When they approached, the girl attacked them on reflex, and in retaliation, Yamcha knocked her out.

"If Goku finds her and she rats me out…" Yamcha shuddered at what the Ox-King would do to him.

"Yamcha! Look!" Puar called out. They parked near the girl, and Yamcha began to wake her up.

Before they could say anything, Yamcha spied Goku rushing by with the Kintoun.

"Sh-shit!" Yamcha scowled and got into the vehicle with Puar, "you know what, it's alright!" He grumbled to Puar, "we'll just track the dragon balls when they get the 7th one, and I'll get my wish!"

"Yamcha… are you sure?" Puar asked, "I mean, you could be king of the world!"

"I don't need power, and President Furry is a great leader." Yamcha sighed, "I just… I need to overcome my fear of women."

"But you didn't get weird around that girl…"

"Well, that's cause I'm not a pedo," Yamcha growled.

(Author's note: proud of you Yamcha, also, in the original manga, Yamcha did use that excuse as to why he wasn't weird around young Chi-Chi.

…

Chi-Chi slowly opened her eyes, hearing rumbling, she turned to see a vehicle quickly racing away from her. "Huh? Who is that?"

Before she could do anything else, she heard a loud whoosh and turned to see a boy flying towards her. "Wow!"

"Hey!" The boy called, "are you Chi-Chi?"

"How do you know my name?"

"I'm Goku, your dad asked me to pick you up, we'll be asking the Turtle Sage for help."

"Oh! Okay!" The girl looked at Goku's flying nimbus. "Can I get on the cloud?"

"Sure you can try, you need to be pure of heart though."

"I'm as pure as a flushed toilet!" Chichi climbed up the cloud, using Goku's tail as leverage.

Goku weakened, falling off the cloud.

"Huh? Are you okay?!" Chi-Chi asked, concerned.

"My tail, if you grab my tail I get really weak, please don't do that!" Goku hopped unto the Kintoun, and the two rocketed off.

Yamcha and Puar, who had hung back a little after getting a good distance away, smiled slyly at the information.

...

"This place is a sauna." Jazz walked down velvet-carpeted steps and past rows and rows of gossamer carpet. Despite the flames sometimes rising into the rooms through the windows, nothing seemed to catch on fire. In an experimental mood, Jazz found a nearly melted but still lit wax candle and dropped it, flames and all onto the floor. It eventually melted, but the flames never caught on the carpet. "...Interesting." Eventually, he made his way into a luxurious room, covered in pink furniture, and tons of stuffed animals. "...The Ox-King's got odd taste." His face twisted, "no, I can't even say that with a straight face, this is definitely Chi-Chi's room." He spied a journal on a dresser, and walked over to it, opening it to read.

Dear diary, today's been a wonderful day. Well, it started out just awful. But things are better! Daddy hired a Wizard to protect our Mountain! Now bad guys won't take my mom's stuff anymore! We have to step out of the mountain when we do it.

Ps: that wizard sure is a funny-looking guy, he's super tiny and really likes playing with fire.

Pps: I wish a prince charming would come and sweep me off my feet, I want a husband that will treat me like a princess!

"Poor Chi-Chi." Jazz mused. Putting down the diary, he reached to the bottom of the dresser, where he found and pulled out the magic treasure-collecting bag, he stepped out of the room. "Now," he began looking around for the treasure room. The Ox-King had given him a good description of the layout, and of the location of the treasure room. As he got closer to the treasure room it became warmer and warmer. It felt like every time Jazz breathed he was inhaling boiling coffee, but he continued, unperturbed. He reached the entrance to the treasure room, marveling at the giant golden gates embroidered with Bulls. "The entrance to the treasure room was a treasure itself. He reached his hands over to open the door.

"WHO DARES DISTURB MY TREASURE?!"

"What the-" Jazz leaped back instinctually as a pillar of flame fell from the ceiling. The flames coiled on the floor, and instead of dissipating attempted to charge towards the young teen. Jazz countered by taking out his sword and swinging it rapidly, attempting to create a barrier of wind from the rapid sword swings.

His plan of course failed and he was engulfed in flames, which tore through and burned his Jacket and pants, despite it being wreathed in the flame-retardant gel. 'I can't take any more of those!'

"How dare you enter my castle, attempt to open my treasure room, and attempt to protect yourself from my wrath, you dare anger the Ox-King?"

"Bullshit."

"?!"

"The Ox-King is outside, he even asked me to help him and recover the treasures in this room."

"LIAR!" The voice, which was booming at first, now had a slight shrill to it. Another gout of flame rushed towards Jazz. Instead of dodging, or attempting to create a barrier of wind, Jazz lifted the carpet and used it to cloak himself. "WH-WHAT?!"

Jazz smirked and charged towards the treasure room. The door was so hot the carpet began to singe, but he was able to break in.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

Jazz looked on in confusion but chose to close the door anyway. "...Are you the wizard?"

Before him, dancing and playing in the cold coins in the center of the Ox-King's treasury was a squat fairy-like figure. He stood at exactly 6 inches tall, with half of it being his giant head. His most notable feature was his big ears, which seemed to be in the shape of a butterfly's wings. He wore a black robe and had a stereotypical witch's hat, but his skin was a chestnut brown and seemed to glow slightly.

"Geez, how'd you even get in! I thought I set up all the traps!" The Wizard groaned in annoyance.

"Why'd you say you were the Ox-King?" Jazz pointed his sword, which was still slightly red from the heat of the flames.

"MMMM…. I guess you really were sent here by that jerk." The wizard shook his head, "fine, since you made it in, I guess I might as well tell you the whole story."

"I don't really care to listen." Jazz replied.

"W-what?! But… It's been so long since I've had any company!" He whined, "I need to talk to someone…"

"You'll have to agree to some requests of mine in exchange though." Jazz replied evenly.

"Oh?" The wizard glared at Jazz, "fine, if you'll be like that, I'll just not say anything." Jazz turned to open the door to leave. "Wait! Aargh… you put up a good poker face…" The wizard growls. "Fine, I'll listen to your requests."

Jazz nodded, then smiled. "Alright, first request." He looked around, "allow me to return Ox-King's treasures safely, in exchange, I'll help you leave."

"Why do you think I'd need your help?!" The wizard shouted.

"You begged me to close the doors." Jazz pointed to the door. "The flames were hot enough to melt through flame-retardant gel upon close contact, yet they didn't burn the carpets. My best explanation for that, other than really good carpeting, is magic. But the fact you asked me to close the door into this room means that the heat and fire insulating magic either didn't work on the numerous treasures, or you're unable to cast those spells at the moment. Whether because you lack regents or ingredients if that's a thing, or you're simply out of 'magic juice' or power, or whatever it is you wizards do to do magic, you can't leave. If you could leave, wouldn't you? Who remains in the house of the guy they tricked while dancing on the treasures? You don't sound particularly hate-filled so it's not like you're doing this out of spite."

"What if I am?" The Wizard growled, his eyes began to sparkle as he prepared to wave his fingers, as he did, Jazz switched to a bow and arrows and fired several shots in quick succession.

"EEP!" The wizard jumped out of the way as the arrows ricocheted through the air. "Are… are you insane?!" He cried out, "You could have killed me!"

"You did try to set me on fire."

"That wasn't me! I don't have control of the spell anymore-oops…"

Jazz smirked. "So, first request, deal, or no?"

The wizard nodded angrily, but his fingers still twitched in agitation as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched them.

"Good." Jazz held up two fingers, "now, request number 2." He looked at the Wizard straight in the eyes, "this…" he looks gestures to the back door, full of all the fires, that chase, and singe, and remain un-ending until brought to heal with great power. "Teach me this."

…

"Huh?" Goku turned to look at Turtle. "Where is Kame Sennin?"

"He's training with his newest disciple." Turtle replied, "here, I'll point you where to go, it's off on a little island village."

After bidding the turtle goodbye, Goku and Chi-Chi flew towards the island. "Oh wow…" Chi-Chi began, "I wonder who the Sage is training."

"Whoever it is, they must be pretty tough." Goku said, "I wonder if I could fight them!"

They arrived on the remote island, and quickly caught up to Master Roshi.

"Old man!" Goku called out.

"Ahhh! Gohan's grandson!" Roshi called out joyfully. "Are you ready to start training?" He peaked to the side. "Huh, is that the lass who was with you before? She's a little shorter, and, a little less, y-know?" He made huge impressions with his hands around his chest, causing Chi-Chi to cover her chest in indignation.

"Oh no, that's not Bulma, she's Chi-Chi, Ox-King's daughter."

"Oh?" Roshi smiled, "that old rascal finally went and had a kid." He smiled, "but wow, she's named Chi-Chi, but... She could never be a father…" (Chi-Chi can also translate as slang for "father"). The old man turned to the beachfront, and stared out at the ocean, feigning sentimentality.

Chi-Chi cocked her head at the old man. "Is he really the Sage?" She looked to Goku.

"...mmm Yeah." Goku nodded, "and he seems pretty strong sometimes too."

Chi-Chi nodded, then threw a weapon at the sage. As it neared, Roshi turned, batting away the blade in the blink of an eye. "...Are you crazy?!" He shouted angrily, "If I hadn't been keeping up with my training, I'd have killed myself!"

"S-sorry, I wanted to know if you were the real deal!" Chi-Chi answered nervously.

Roshi sighed, "Why didn't you just check my driver's license?" He pulled out a card and showed it to Chi-Chi.

"Oh my goodness… I'm so sorry!"

Roshi shook his head and turned to Goku, "so, child, are you ready to train with me? I did offer it earlier."

"Sorry sir, not yet." Goku bowed lightly, "I actually came because the Ox-King needs your help putting out Frying Pan Mountain. Apparently, you have a magic fan."

"Oh, that brat needs me?" Roshi laughed. "It's true, I do have the Bansho Fan." He smirked, "One whip for strong winds, two for clouds, and three for a massive downpour. Now…" He scratched his head, "I think I left it on the island. Let me get it." He was about to call for baby Gamera (yes, baby Gamera is in the original dragon ball). Only to notice a cloud of dust running towards them.

"Master Roshi, I finished my chores for the day." Goku and Chi-Chi turned to the voice, spying a bald monk boy a little shorter than Goku. He sported six moxibustion marks on his forehead and gave off the impression of a Shaolin monk. He wore a giant turtle shell on his back and had four metallic bands on his arms and legs. He turned to look at Goku, looking the boy up and down. "Oh, Master, is this that boy you were talking about?"

Roshi nodded, "yes, Goku," he turned to Goku and pointed at the monk, "this is my newest disciple, Krillin, he'll be your senior in training by maybe a week if you were to come in today." He turned to Krillin, "Krillin, keep them company, I need to check and see if I still have something back at my home."

They watched as the old man ran forward and took in a deep breath. "BABY GAMERAAAA!" In seconds, a turtle-like creature began to rapidly spin through the air towards them. When it landed, it popped its head out, revealing a head that seemed like that of a snapping turtle, but with two large tusks jutting out.

"Kame Sennin!" Gamera called out, "did you call for me?"

Roshi nodded, "I need to get back to my island, then to FryPan mountain afterward, can you help me out?"

The baby turtle kaiju nodded and began to rapidly spin through the air, carrying Roshi away.

Goku turned to Krillin. "So the old man's teaching you?"

Krillin nodded, "yes, I'm honored to be his first disciple in so long!"

"So you must be pretty strong."

Krillin laughed, "so so, there was a girl way stronger than me a while ago."

"Stronger than you?!" Goku looked interested, which caused Chi-Chi to become cross.

"Yup, she, I, and a third boy trained really hard for 7 months, then I came to the Turtle Hermit's island to be trained."

Goku smiled, "you must be really strong then," he looked at the bands around Krillin's arms and legs, "those remind me of bands a boy I know wears."

"Oh?" Krillin grins, "is his name Jazz?"

"Are you psychic?" Goku asked, surprised.

Krillin shook his head, "Jazz suggested we use these weighted pieces, and when Kame Sennin saw them, he allowed me to wear them in tandem with the weighted turtleback." Krillin pointed to his turtle-shell-like backpack.

"It must be heavy," Goku said.

"Yup, pretty heavy. But I like training, over those 7 months with Jazz and PaoPao, I felt myself get stronger and stronger."

"I don't know, I beat Jazz in a fight though, who's stronger, you or him?" Goku asked.

"Oh?" Krillin laughed, "Jazz was the weakest of us, though he worked the hardest, and was probably the trickiest."

"Do you wanna spar?" Goku asked suddenly.

"Oh?" Krillin raised an eyebrow, "I mean, it's still hard to move in this thing… but sure, if you want."

Goku and Krillin began to face each other down. Krillin's face was contorted into a frown of concentration, Goku on the other hand was all smiles. Despite their differing demeanors, both fighters were completely concentrating, the tension palpable enough to make anyone witnessing the display hold their breath in anticipation.

At a short distance away, a single lonesome leaf on an old, nearly dying tree fell from its branch. It drifted slowly, carried by the wind left and right, slowing its fall considerably, after what felt like an eternity, it rocked softly through the air and landed, signaling the fight.

Goku rushed forward with a flurry of punches and kicks. Krillin blocked each one with expert precision, facing Goku's brute force attack with equal amounts of skill and strength. Goku, upon realizing the impasse, switched tactics. He began to rapidly dash left and right, attempting to strike Krillin from his blind spots. Krillin expertly kept turning to face Goku, but every time he did, Goku would leap over, roll to the side, or dash backward to keep Krillin guessing.

'He's trying to tire me out.' Krillin smirked, 'pretty crafty kid'. He charged forward, moving with enough speed to surprise Goku, who attempted to leap out of the way. Krillin rolled rapidly and caught Goku's leg, catching the boy by surprise. Krillin then proceeded to slam Goku into the ground once then kick him away.

Goku landed with a summersault and leaped back into the fray, attacking with his Jan-Ken counter. Krillin took a blow to the stomach from 'rock', but was able to block Goku's attempt to strike his eyes with 'scissors', and could counter Goku's palm strike with 'paper'.

"...Wow!" Goku shouted in shock and excitement, "I can't believe you could counter that!"

Krillin smiled, "I was a big fan of Son Gohan's martial arts. What's your relationship with him?"

"He's my grandpa!"

Krillin laughed, "no wonder you're so strong!"

Krillin had thought that he was unstoppable, the day before he left to try and find Master Roshi, one of his bullies confronted him, but he had been able to beat them, albeit, after a close fight, the level of vindication he gained allowed him to approach Roshi with the right attitude, and only after a single dirty magazine, Roshi was willing to take him in. When Roshi spoke of Goku and thoughts of recruiting him, Krillin had reacted with warmth over jealousy or spite, he had enjoyed his time with PaoPao and Jazz, and seeing Goku and the mystery girl gave him a similar feeling and impression. In many ways, the feeling felt more profound, sparring with Goku felt correct in some way, as if it was a natural part of life."

Goku was having the time of his life. 'He's so amazing! I don't have weights on, but he's keeping up, and he's so strong, he really trained with Jazz?! This is really fun, I'm glad I went on this journey, and when it's all said and done, I'll be able to train with Krillin and train under Master Roshi, I can't wait!"

Eventually, the two ceased their sparring, not because of anyone getting too hurt, but because neither had the energy to continue.

'This kid's a monster' Krillin thought ruefully, he could feel Goku improving as they fought, even as Krillin fought with all his might, it was the first time he'd ever fought someone like that, but the feeling did not leave him feeling hopeless, like he may have felt over 7 months ago. 'Jazz must have felt a wall whenever he sparred with me or PaoPao, but he still enthusiastically trained.' Krillin grinned widely, extending his hand.

"Let's introduce each other again, I'm Krillin."

Goku mirrored his smile and shook his hand. "I'm Goku."

Chi-Chi laughed, and ran up to join, "I'm Chi-Chi!"

As the trio stared at each other, they heard the sound of something whirring through the air and turned to see Roshi land. As Roshi leaned on the rock to get his bearings, he spoke up. "Ummm… I lost the fan, but don't worry, I'll take care of the fire by myself." He punched his chest in confidence, then turned to Goku, "but… erm, Goku, I need you to come here." He grabbed Goku and the two of them ran out of earshot.

"Yeah, Roshi?" Goku asked.

"Could you maybe…" Roshi blushed, "ask Bulma to let me squeeze her boobies? If she does, I'll get rid of the fire, It's got the dragon balls in it, right?"

Goku thought for a second, "you'll have to ask her."

"You're her friend, why don't you?" Roshi begged.

"You and Oolong are so weird, why do you want to touch some dirty chest butt." Goku sighed, "I'll ask, but Bulma has to say yes." Roshi cheered behind Goku's back, then, making a straight face, returned back to the rest of the group.

"Alright, I'll go and help." He turned to Krillin, "rest up today Krillin. It looks like you had a bit of fun while I was gone."

Krillin smiled embarrassedly.

"So…" Chi-Chi asked, "does this mean you'll help us?"

Roshi nodded, "of course, lead the way." He got back on Baby Gamera.

…

Jazz sized up the wizard. Who peered at him like he was some kind of dangerous animal. Looking outside, he could see the wizard was quite powerful, and while the magic probably took time to prepare, it would still be a little useful. He imagined summoning such a spell to isolate him from everyone else when he used the dragon balls.

"You're crazy." The wizard shook his head, "you want to learn magic? Aren't you a martial artist? Don't you folk frown on magic as cowardly and evil?"

Jazz shrugged, "am I calling you or your magic cowardly and evil?"

The wizard froze, fingers still twitching in irritation, "...no..."

"Good." Jazz smiled. "It looks like we can agree on a similar timeline of events then, I'm not making fun of you, or your magic, and that's my request."

After some deliberation, the wizard finally shrugged, "errm… fine, I'll let you take back the treasure… and I'll teach you magic, but now, hear my story!"

Jazz shrugged, "no problem, it's the least I can do."

"You might want to sit for this one." The wizard said.

"Nope, I prefer standing."

"Fine, but it's long, really long…"

The wizard's story was long but simple. The long and short of it was: the wizard had heard of the Ox-King's great riches but also heard of how he killed anyone who got too close to his village or mountain. The wizard was stuck on what to do, but then as if by a great miracle, someone was selling the corpse of an immortal phoenix. The phoenix had died in one of the only ways that prevented its reincarnation, food poisoning, thus becoming the catalyst for the wizard's transformation. Using the feathers and bones as a regent, the wizard approaches Ox-King, offering to protect the mountain with a magic field of fire that could never go out unless by even greater magic. The Ox-King, blinded by greed and rage, readily agreed and was tricked by the Wizard.

The wizard's plan was relatively full proof too, he would enchant the sea of flames, protect the castle from the flames, for the most part, then sneak inside, enchant the insides and treasure to protect against the flame. Over a few years, he would take all the treasure and enjoy himself out in the world. Unfortunately for the wizard… "...my regents ran out as I entered the treasure room, I can't leave without burning to death, and if I try to sneak any treasure out, it will burn me to death. It's been about half a decade since then."

"So, you're pretty weak physically?"

The wizard shrugged, "I mean, do I look like I hit the gym?"

Jazz shrugged, "alright then." He opened the bag and began to collect the treasures inside. He watched in interest as the wizard seemed to levitate some small treasures into the bag. "I'm curious," he began, "how does magic work? Does it use ki?"

"Pssh…" The wizard laughed, "magic is nothing like ki, anyone can learn ki, but only special people can learn magic."

Jazz nodded, "so you mean I can't learn magic? I guess I shouldn't help you leave."

"No!" The wizard shouted, "don't be a jerk, anyone can learn magic, even if you don't have the aptitude, you can gain it."

"How?" They had finished putting away all treasures in the bag.

The wizard held up fingers as he listed out the ways, "well, you need to consume a magical item, meditate in a place full of magic, unlock the inherent talents in your bloodline, absorb the magic of a naturally magical being."

Jazz raised an eyebrow, "absorb the magic of a naturally magical being?"

"Yup." The wizard nodded, "a magic-user can awaken or gain more power by consuming the remains of another inherently magical being, but there's an incubation time depending on the creature."

"You mean, you eat them?" Jazz shuddered in shock.

The wizard grinned, "you eat a transformer, it takes about a month, you eat a witch, it takes about a year, you eat a mystical beast…"

"It takes 5 years." Jazz guessed, attacking the wizard suddenly. The wizard smirked as his fingers splayed out, blocking the sword with a concentration of flames. As Jazz moved back, the wizard cocked his head, bulbous eyes twinkling in the light of the flames.

"How'd you tell I was lying?"

Jazz shook his head, "I didn't know you were lying, but there were clues…" He pointed to the wizard's fingers. "You twitched those fingers whenever you were levitating the treasure into the bag. And you did nothing but twitch your fingers looking at me, so I assume you were preparing to attack me, maybe."

"Is that it?" The wizard asked, "seem's pretty half-assed."

"It didn't add up, you tricked the Ox-King, whose reputation preceded himself, why would you agree to hand off all the treasure? If you had asked to keep at least half, I wouldn't have doubted you."

"Damn, my generosity ruined me." The wizard grinned as flames burst into the room, forming claws. "Well, kid, here's a little lesson." He smiled, "I lied a little, there's no such time limit to absorbing magic from other creatures, and another way we can get magic is from ki users, especially those who are weakened, whether when sick, or when injured, or after giving birth."

Jazz narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry kid, I lied." The flames rushed towards Jazz, "I have something against the Ox-King, so when I had the chance, I took it, more than once."

…

Bulma narrowed her eyes, the flames surrounding FryPan Mountain seemed to flare up and fluctuate.

"Jazz… hurry your ass out of there, Goku, get here sooner…"

...

…

Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 15 (and 3 months), physical appearance: 15

Hair color: Brown

Skin color: white (slight tan)

Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish decent), Quarter Aisian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)

Height: 5ft 7inches | 170 centimeters

Weight: 154 lbs | 69.8 kilograms (wearing additional weights adding up to a total of 60 pounds, or 27.2 kilograms)

Skills: Decent Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age, basic martial arts skills,below average ki control, decent pain tolerance, trap building, basic weapons mastery, basic boxing, basic mma, street fighting skills

Powerlevel: 13 (injured from spar with Goku, has not fully recovered)

…

Afterword:

DunDunDun! That's it so far, too tired to say anything else lol. Oh, also, farmer with a shotgun had a power level of 5. Umm… also, I'm just explaining magic based mostly on how its explained in dragon ball and dragon ball z, but also adding a bit of taoist lore. Toaist magicians often gained power by meditation, or consuming of ingredients and essence from other people and magical creatures. Since Dragon Ball original is based on Journey to the West, and we can assume that most human magic has an eastern tinge (dragon Ball Super's Yurin, who used witch-craft like Zombie Puppetry (Jiang-Xhi)