I stood before Goku, smirking, my tail looming ominously above me. I could feel his terror, his fear, his... I could kill him right here, right now!
I prepared a ki blast with an evil grin, Goku scooting away from me on the ground. This would be the end of Son Goku! Then, I snapped back to reality.

The ki blast faded away, and my evil grin disappeared, replaced with a shocked expression, followed by a regretful one. What was I turning into? I backed away from Goku, my tail hanging in regret.

"I'm ... I'm sorry."

I mumbled.

"I don't know what I'm doing right now. Sorry about Goten, too."

The Super Saiyan 3 faded from Goku. His hair turned to normal, and his eyebrows regrew.

"I've never been on Earth before."

I said, still mumbling. I technically was telling the truth; I've never been on Earth before-or at least this one.

"Cool!" Goku responded. "Do you want me to give you a tour?"

I shrugged. Why was Goku so trusting? I mean, the world isn't all sunshine and daisies, bro. But I still agreed.

"All right then! Let's go!"

I slowly hovered into the air. Goku looked at me. "Ready to go?" He asked.

I confirmed by nodding my head. "Yes, I am ready." I responded. With that, we flew off into the sky, and I was ready for Goku's tour.

Goten saw his father leave with… That monster. The one with the blood on his shirt, and the suspicious eyes, and the tail that looked just like the one his brother Gohan described to him. In fact, that monster kind of looked like Gohan! But enough about that thing. How could his father join the bad people! No. The Goku he knew would never join evil scum like the other monster. He must have been tricked! Goten knew he had to save his dad. But how? Oh yeah! He and Trunks could fuse together and go Super Saiyan 3! Then they could stop that inhuman/saiyan beast!

Me and Goku had arrived at our first stop: A restaurant called Orange City Diner. It was beautiful, with flashing lights, a beautiful logo, and a great view of Satan City.

It was more modern than most restaurants you'd expect to find in the Dragon Ball universe - the chrome white walls and tinted gray windows were sleek and shiny.

As we landed, Goku explained that his family had a special table. "We're friends with the owner, so we have a special table reserved for us and our guests."

As we entered through the door, the literal generic female AI voice greets us.

"Welcome to the Orange City Diner, Son Goku. Is the guest beside you a friend, or are they getting another seat?"

Goku smiled and said, "They're with me." "Okay." Said the female AI voice.

"What is your name, friend?"

I thought for a moment. Should I use my old name, or another one? I decided to just stick with my old one.

"My name is Dion. Dion Summers."

Hope I didn't regret this choice.

"Okay, Dion. Here is Goku and your ids to identify you and Goku as VIP'S."

At that moment, two cards fell down. They each had a picture of both of us, with the label, VIP, under it. Wait. When did the get that photo?
I guess it was that security camera that saw me. But why do I have to look like I'm scared silly? I looked at the security camera near the door.

Yes, that was the culprit. It must have taken a picture of me when I walked in! I grabbed my id card from the air and followed Goku to the VIP section. It looked… Perfect.

With pearly white chairs and the same shade of table, an amazing recipe, and excellent plating, the restaurant had the best aesthetics that I had seen before.

Suddenly, a waiter walked up to us, dressed in a white suit and white pants, with high heels and a beret on the top of her head.

"Hello, Son Goku and company. What would you like today?" She asked in a crisp tone.

I frowned and looked down at the menu. I contemplated on what to get for a few seconds and finally replied,

"I would like a hamburger with extra cheese and tomatoes with the side of fries. I would also like the classic salad and some medium rare steak."

The waiter, whose name tag read Donna raised an eyebrow at me.

"Medium rare? That's… an interesting choice, young fella. You sure you'll be okay with it?" "Of course." I replied as smoothly as I could. "I'll be perfectly fine. I've had it before." "Really?" Donna's eye quirked up yet again.

"Well then, if you really say so. Who am I to question you? Now-"

Suddenly, a buzz came from Donna's ear, which I realized had a EarPod in there. Donna stopped. "Well, I certainly must be going! I'll come back soon to take your order, Son Goku!

Hang in there!"

And with that, she left. Goku turned to me and asked, "Medium rare, eh?" he said with a smirk on his face.

"You must really like your meat, huh?" I shrugged in response, not quite knowing how to answer that question. "Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that. I've always liked my meat medium rare."

Goku chuckled at my answer. "Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess. Me, I like my steak well done. But to each their own, right?" I nodded in agreement, still feeling a bit out of place.

Goku then leaned back in his chair and looked around the restaurant, taking in the atmosphere. "This place is pretty nice, huh? It's one of my family's favorite restaurants.

My friend Bulma is the owner, and it has delicious food!"

Wait, what! The owner is Bulma? Why would she have a restaurant? Well that wasn't my business to think about.

As Goku talked about the restaurant and its owner with a smile on his face, I couldn't help but notice a few weird faces in the other tables.

There was a group of teenagers in the corner booth, who seemed to be whispering and pointing in our direction. I tried to ignore them and continued listening to Goku, but their stares were making me feel uneasy.

Goku noticed my discomfort and followed my gaze to the group of teenagers.

"Don't mind them, they're just a bunch of nosy kids," he said with a smile.

"They probably recognize me and want an autograph or something." Goku continued, "You know, fame isn't always easy. It comes with a lot of attention, both good and bad."

He chuckled. "But it's all part of the job, I guess."

I nodded in understanding, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the stares from the other tables. I couldn't help but wonder if they were whispering about me, the man with the bloody shirt and giant tail.

I tried to shake off the feeling and focus on Goku and his stories. Then, after a few minutes, Donna the waiter came back, her clothes ruffled, and her shoes stained with mud and grit.

Just what had she gotten herself into? Well, it wasn't my business to ask. "Excuse me for my appearance Son Goku, but I'm here to take your order.

Would you like the usual? "Of course!" Goku replied. I could practically hear his tummy rumbling.

Goku eagerly awaited his usual order while I sat across from him, my plate mostly empty but for a few stray fries. My order had arrived quick, and now, with a mostly Saiyan body, I needed my food!

As Goku's food arrived, Goku's eyes widened at the sight of the mountain of food that was placed in front of him.

He wasted no time in digging in, his fork and knife darting quickly between his mouth and the various plates in front of him.

In between bites, he spoke with his mouth full, "Mmm, this is ... delicious!" In no time, Goku demolished the food to a tiny plate. Then, it was gone. "Mmm!" Goku said. "Now listen, Dion." My eyebrow quirked up.

"I'm listening." I said, putting my attention on Goku.

"So, umm… Lately, my wife Chichi has been pestering about getting a job to pay for the family, but I don't know which steps to take."

I smiled. "I'll handle that for you. In fact, I'll even go to the job!"

"Really?" Goku squealed. "Thank you! Thank you! Thanks so much."

Goku excitedly rambled on. "Do you have a house? If not, then you can come live with us! Me, Chichi, and Goten!"

I gasped. "Really?!" "I can live with you?" "That would be great!" I responded happily, blushing at the thought of living with Goku's family. "Is this a deal?"

Goku asked, holding out his hand. "A deal." I said, shaking my hand with Goku. "A deal."

Rose groaned at the man on the walkie-talkie. "So now, I have to pretend to be a friend with this boy? Tell you what exactly he does and collect DNA specimens from him? Sounds easy enough. But I don't like that kind of stuff. Better pay up another 1 million zeni, or there won't be any mission for me tonight!" She grinned, knowing she had got the man. "Well? Pay up!" Rose said, and there was a sudden cha-ching sound coming from her phone. She checked her bank account, and she saw the increase. "Very well then!" Rose said. "I'm in."

Afterword:

Well, how was that? Dion's fight with Goku ends abruptly, and the two make a deal that each benifits them! And what are Goten and this mysterious girl Rose doing? Find out in the next chapter of Dragon Ball Dilemma.

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