A/N: Thanks for the reviews on the previous chapter. When it comes to Broly, I will reveal more about his back story soon. As for his appearance and personality? He's kind of a mix between his DBZ and DBS self. According to the DBZ movie he was in the south galaxy (Or at least he destroyed it which implies proximity.) His Power level is closer to the Z version, mostly because I didn't want him so over powered that there was no possible way to fight him without pulling some major power of friendship, heart of the cards' shenanigans. I understand that DBZ does that a lot with the SSJ transformations, but since that is an established phenomenon, I don't feel like it's a problem if I utilize that. Everything else about Broly is more like the super version because, I too like the gentle giant. There are still some major differences in his backstory but, once again, that will be revealed in the story. One last note before I start. I do not hate Hercule. Piccolo does not necessarily share my opinions though… Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Anything resembling Sesame Street is purely coincidental.
Chapter 10
The Paozu mountain range was a beautiful wilderness. It was filled with wide swathes of forests and an abundance of wildlife. The background was nothing but majestic mountain peaks and open skies. Speckled with pristine lakes, teeming with fish of all shapes and sizes, this was the ideal vacation spot for any lover of the great outdoors. Or it would be if it weren't infested with hungry dinosaurs.
Hercule didn't know how long he had been running, but he knew his legs would give out eventually. The T-Rex was right behind him and he really didn't want to be dino-chow. There seemed to be a pattern with this duo. The Dinosaur would catch up to its prey just enough so it could try taking a bite. Every time it would chomp down, Hercule would jump a little ahead to avoid it. This cycle had continued for some time and probably would have gone longer, if an inconvenient rock hadn't tripped him up.
Hercule fell face first into the ground. He curled up like a beetle, his hands over his head.
This is it! Goodbye world, goodbye fortune, goodbye Videl.
But just as he was bidding his farewells, he heard the voice of a young man.
"Hey, Rex!" Gohan had had enough of watching from the sidelines and decided to intervene. At the sound of his saviors' voice, Hercule took a peek to see what was going on. Gohan was floating right in front of the T-Rex with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face.
The Dinosaur was angry and annoyed that his hunt had been spoiled, but realized two was better than one. He glared at Gohan and opened his jaws wide, ready to swallow him whole.
"Don't you remember me? I guess it's been a while, but I figured your tail should have been a reminder." Gohans' words made the Dinosaur snap his mouth shut. Dinosaurs are not generally known for their intelligence, but having your tail sliced off by a toddler isn't something you forget. The T-Rex looked at Gohan as if trying to verify something in his own mind. He moved just close enough to sniff the smaller human, who had not moved the entire time.
When the dinosaur registered the scent, his eyes popped and he sprinted off in the opposite direction as fast as he could. Gohan laughed lightheartedly as he said "Well looks like he remembers. Too bad he left though. I do like tail steak."
Hercule was too shocked and worn out to stand. The world champ did not look his best. His hair was matted down with dirt and grime and half his mustache was missing. His sweatpants were torn at the knees and frayed at the ankles. The wife beater he wore was in tatters and he looked like he hadn't eaten in days. Gohan could only feel pity for the guy.
"Mr. Satan, What happened? How did you get like this?" Gohan asked with genuine concern. Zangya and Piccolo touched down beside him and at the sight of the Green man, Hercule Yelled in panic.
"GYAAH! GET THAT MONSTER AWAY FROM ME! PLEASE!" He was crawling as fast as he could to get away from Piccolo. Piccolo showed no sign of emotion, stretched out his arm and grabbed Hercule by his shirt, before reeling him back in. "Not so fast Champ." He held a struggling Hercule up with his arm straight out.
"NOO! LET ME GO! I-I-I DON'T EVEN WANNA FLY ANYMORE!" He thrashed about but to no avail.
Zangya was laughing while Gohan was trying to calm the hysterical man down. "Mr. Satan, calm down! Just tell me what happened!"
"What Happened!?" said an indignant and frightened Hercule. "WHAT HAPPENED!?"
What happened
Day 1 of the "make Hercule Fly" project.
It was 0300 in Orange city, the day after he begged for flying lessons, and Hercule was sound asleep in his luxurious king-sized bed. There was a cool gentle breeze flowing through the room because he liked to sleep with the windows and door to his balcony open. That was one mistake he would never make again after tonight.
In through the balcony door came a tall shadowy figure. You could barely see his outline but it was apparent that he was wearing a cape with shoulder pads and he had pointy ears. The shadow floated silently to the side of the bed and his hands rose to his face with his elbows flared out. The shadow inhaled and then yelled at the top of his lungs.
"LIGHTS! LIGHTS, LIGHTS, LIGHTS, LIGHTS!"
Startled and dazed Hercule sat up "Huh? Uwha?" he said as he looked around.
"SOLAR FLARE!"
Suddenly there was an unearthly bright light that filled the room, blinding Hercule and causing him indescribable pain.
"GYOOOOWWW!" he said clutching his eyes and writhing about, falling off the bed.
"ON YOUR FEET YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH!" Yelled the intruder.
"Wha!? Whozat!? Whose there!?" He was getting the sight back in his eyes and when he looked through his fingers, what he saw horrified him. "P-P-P-PICOLLO!?" he yelled in terror.
"That's "Sir" to you!" Piccolo growled. "Now ears open, because I'm only gonna say this once. If you EVER make me have to repeat myself, it will be the last stupid thing you ever do!"
Hercule snapped to attention and stood stiff as aboard, not daring to look at Pico…Sir.
"Good, Gohan asked me to train you in the art of flying. Why The runt concerns himself with you at all is beyond me, but, as a favor to him I will train you." Piccolo paused, daring Hercule to interrupt.
"You may think your tough, you may think you're a good martial artist, but this training won't be ANYTHING like that Pansy training your used to." Hercule bristled at this.
"Hey, now wait just a minute! I…"
"DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK!?" Piccolo looked ready to kill.
"NO SIR!" Yelled Hercule at the top of his lungs.
"As I was saying," Piccolo continued. "You will do everything I say, when I say it and you will do it without question. AM I CLEAR!?"
Hercule cowered and closed his eyes "SIR, YES SIR!"
Piccolo smiled evilly. "Good, then let's begin." He grabbed Hercule by the back of his neck and dragged him out the window and took off.
"GGAAAAAAHHHH!" Hercule screamed in terror as they flew higher and Piccolo let go. Hercule plummeted to the ground causing him to scream even louder. "AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
About a foot from the ground piccolo caught him by the ankle. "If you don't stop screaming, I won't bother catching you next time." Hercule didn't have any trouble doubting the green mans threat. He gulped and covered his mouth with his hands.
It had taken about 30 minutes for piccolo to reach Mt. Paozu and Hercule was beginning to doze off. Piccolo saw this and decided to drop him into a lake they were just passing over.
"AAAAAHHHH-" SPLAAAASSHHH!
Hercule felt like a thousand needles were poking him and he swam with all his might to break the surface of the ice-cold lake, where he gasped for a breath of fresh air. He tread the water and looked around. Piccolo was floating right in front of him. "You only sleep when I tell you to. Got that!?"
"Yes sir!" Hercule tried to salute but sunk down, making him struggle to tread water again.
"Good, meet me at the shore." Piccolo flew off in the direction of the furthest shore.
"Oh, what did I get myself into?" He moaned as he swam after Piccolo.
Day two.
"CLIMB FASTER MAGGOT!" Piccolo yelled to his student from the ground.
Hercule was rock climbing half way up a small plateau, about 50 yards high, trying desperately not to fall. "I'm going as fast as I can." Hercule whined quietly, hoping his tormentor wouldn't hear him.
"You have 5 minutes to make it to the top or I'm bringing that rock down!" Piccolo was starting to enjoy himself. "4 minutes remaining!"
Hercule blanched "Wait there ain't no way that was a minute already!"
"3 minutes!"
Hercule scrambled up the the rock formation as fast as he could all the while piccolo was counting down out loud. He wasn't using no Mississippi count neither. "2 minutes and 30292827262524232221" Each number blurred into the next. The world champ was moving double time up the rock and was just about to reach the top. "Yes! With 30 seconds to spare!"
"Times up!" Piccolo yelled and shot the plateau with a small amount of energy. The rock exploded and the shock-wave sent Hercule flying. Piccolo didn't mean for it to happen, but the trajectory of his pupil was so perfect that he landed right in front of Piccolo. Granted he landed on his head but still, Piccolo thought that was pretty impressive shooting on his part.
Somehow, Hercule was still alive. He got up, clutching his head, tried to stand up and promptly fell back down.
Piccolo looked at the man appraisingly "Well color me impressed! You're tougher than I gave you credit for." Hercule sat up, the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You can impress me some more by actually getting up the next rock in the time limit I SET FOR YOU! NOW MOVE IT!" Hercule whimpered, but did as he was told.
Day 4.
"Alright maggot, Today were going to try something a bit different." Piccolo stated seriously. "Today, I'm going to teach you about Ki." Hercule could hardly believe it. No more death traps? No more abuse? Could piccolo really be about to actually teach him something?
"You mean, I get to learn how to blow stuff up like you guys!?" Hercule asked excitedly.
"Did I say you could ask questions!?" Piccolo glared and Hercule recoiled.
"Gyeee! No sir!"
Satisfied, Piccolo Began his lecture. "Ki, or spirit energy, is the force that flows through all living things. If harnessed properly, there are a myriad of applications for such power. Creating energy blasts is a more common use, as is strength enhancement. You can also use it to manipulate matter and, for our purposes in this training, it can be used to fly."
Hercule was hanging on every word. He had known about Ki, of course. What martial artist hadn't? But he had always thought it was a philosophical, spirit mumbo jumbo, thing rather than a practical part of martial arts. To learn that it was not just a metaphysical idea, but a real power, gave him goose bumps. He was receiving an opportunity many martial artists dream of. He suddenly felt shame for having called the z fighters charlatans.
"There are a few requirements for a person to be able to harness their Ki." Piccolo went on. "The first is that they need to have a strong body. If a person hasn't properly trained their physical power, then tapping into their spiritual power may overwhelm and destroy them." Hercule gulped at this prospect.
"Despite your stupidity, or maybe because of it, you have the body required for such training. The fact that you survived my training so far is proof of that. Not to mention you survived a hit from Cell, though he wasn't even trying." Hercule wasn't sure to be offended or flattered by Piccolos assessment.
"The second requirement is much harder. The person needs to be able to sense their own energy in order to even begin exercising control over it." Hercule raised his hand and Piccolo rolled his eyes. "What?"
"Well, sir, I was just wonderin'. What if a person can't sense their own energy? Is there a way ta, ya know, Jump start it?"
Piccolo nodded. "There are a few different ways. The first way is to just be naturally gifted. People like me and Gohan are born with an innate ability to sense and utilize energy so we just have to learn control. Another way is to study, train and meditate for many years." Hercule didn't care too much for that option. He needed to learn to fly before school let out. "Many masters do just that, but only a handful are able to attain the power they seek. Since neither way seems suited to you, we are going to try something a little different." He held up his hand and a ball of energy formed. "First hand experience." He hurled the ball of energy at Hercule who jumped out of the way but the blast singed half his mustache off.
"Hey, wait a minute! Can't we talk about this?" Hercule pleaded. He danced to the left to dodge another ball of light.
"Your task is to sense the balls as they come at you and dodge them. Your physical eyes will only guide you so much. If you can sense my energy, you should be able to sense your own. NOW DODGE!" he threw another Ki ball and Hercule scurried out of the way.
"Wait! This seems a bit unfair!" Hercule complained while another ball shaved off part of his afro.
"Don't worry maggot, I'm obviously going easy on you. It wouldn't be any fun for me otherwise." Piccolo smirked and sent several more balls towards his target, er, student.
The two continued this drill till sundown. Hercule was able to dodge most of them at first, but as time went on, he took more and more hits. By the end of the day Hercule was a toasted mess.
Piccolo looked over his student and asked. "Can you sense your energy yet?" Hercule didn't have the strength to speak so he just shook his head.
"Hmm, too bad. We'll try again tomorrow." And Piccolo left his victim to tend to his wounds.
Day 7.
Three days of Ki sensing drills and Piccolo wasn't seeing as much progress as he had hoped. Sure, it was fun tormenting him but Piccolo really was trying to teach him to fly. Hercule was getting better at dodging but he still wasn't able to sense his own Ki. He decided it was time for a change of tactics.
Hercule stood before him for his morning instructions. "It's time to take your training to the next level." Said Piccolo.
Hercule was surprised. He didn't think he was doing that well but maybe he was better than he thought. He puffed out his chest a little with pride.
Piccolo held out his hand and a sheathed long-sword materialized out of thin air. Hercule would have been impressed, if not for the fact that the blade made him nervous. Fortunately, instead of cutting the world champ to pieces, Piccolo tossed the weapon to him.
"You're getting closer, so for the next several days you will be on your own. During that time, I want you to meditate. Commune with nature. Focus on the way you resonate with the living things around you. You'll have to reach deep down and really want this. If you don't, there is no amount of training I can give you that will help you."
It took a minute for Hercule register what Piccolo was saying. "Wait, you're leavin' me? All by myself?"
"That's right. I'm giving you that sword for protection and this mountain is filled with edible plants and animals. Remember this training is about you looking inwards. You already have the power. You just have to reveal it." Piccolo turned around and left Hercule all by himself.
Hercule watched him go till he couldn't see the green man anymore. As soon as he was out off sight Hercule shouted.
"YAHOOOOOO!" he jumped and started dancing around "HE'S GONE! I'M FINALLY FREEHEEEHEEEE!"
When he finally calmed down, Hercule picked up the sword and started walking towards the woods. "This is great. Meditatin' ain't so hard, and these mountains make the perfect camping spot."
Hercule was feeling pretty good when his stomach started growling. "I guess it's time for breakfast." He said excitedly. "Let's see, Should I go back to the lake and try to catch a fish? Oh wait, I don't got a pole." As he was thinking about it, he saw a plant with bright red berries all over it. "Heheh, jackpot!" Hercule went over to the shrubbery and began eating the berries one by one till he had picked the whole plant clean.
About an hour later Hercule was in some serious pain from the holly berries he unwittingly ate.
"Goohh, my stomach!" he moaned in agony he could barely move from the pain. "Maybe survivin' ain't so easy after all." He lamented.
Day 9.
Hercule had decided not to eat anymore wild plants and, after nearly being eaten by a large fish, decided seafood was off the menu for now as well. He had spied a beehive and tried to extract some honey, but the bees had something to say about that. This only left the land animals. He had now idea how to set traps so small game was out and he hadn't seen any large game around at all. So now covered in bee stings, fish bites and nearing starvation, he decided to just bear with it and he tried to meditate.
He sat down cross legged and tried to relax "Ok, breathe in." *Inhale* "Breathe out." *Exhale*
He continued this and at the same time tried to visualize what he thought his energy would look like. His fighting style was a hard style so maybe something hard would fit, like a rock. He began to imagine a rock an in his mind formed a boulder with a Hercule style afro and mustache. 'Good looking rock' he thought. Now how to access the energy. He pictured the rock cracking open and light flowing out of it. The more solid his image, the warmer he felt. Hercule may have had a breakthrough, except for the fact that he was focusing too much on the rock and not at all on breathing. He gasped for air and opened his eyes.
"Rats, I was this close too." Hercule snapped his fingers in frustration. He was about to start over until he heard a rustle of leaves. He looked over to see what it was. His stomach growled when he saw the 4-point buck. He stared at the deer and it stared right back. As slowly as possible, he got up and started inching his way toward the beast.
"Hey there big fella." Hercule coaxed as he reached for his sword slung across his back. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna turn you into delicious venison." As soon as he said this the dear shot off into the woods.
"YOU GET BACK HERE!" Hercule yelled, drawing his sword and chased after the deer for all he was worth.
The deer leaped and zigzagged between the trees but Hercule somehow managed to not loose sight of it. Up ahead he could see he was chasing the deer towards a cliff side. "AHAH! Nowhere to run now ya tasty morsel!" Hercule jumped out of the trees ready to pounce on his cornered prey. He saw the deer alright. Unfortunately, it was in the jaws of a giant dinosaur. Hercule paled when the T-Rex looked at him.
The T-Rex was chewing his latest kill but upon seeing yet another meal in front of him, he quickly swallowed and licked his lips. To his credit, Hercule, however shakily, stood his ground. "I-I ain't scared of you!" He brandished his sword in front of him, not believing it would do any good. The dinosaur moved its head closer to Hercule and stared him down. Then it grabbed Hercules' sword with its teeth, yanked it out of his hands and flung it far into the distance.
"Uh-oh." Then Hercule ran.
So, that's what happened.
After hearing his tale, Gohan couldn't help but sympathize with Hercule. On the face of it, it did seem like Piccolo was just tormenting him. Gohan knew his mentors' methods, though, and saw the purpose of every action he took. Explaining that to Mr. Satan was going to take some work though.
"Mr. Satan, I'm sorry that you had a bad time, but everything you did really did make you stronger." Gohan explained as gently as he could.
Hercule looked highly skeptical and just snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm no closer to flying than I was 10 days ago."
"Don't be so sure about that." Piccolo chimed in causing Hercule to flinch. "You said that you were close to a break through when you meditated, right?"
Hercule had forgotten that since he was focusing on not being eaten and only mentioned it to explain why he was being chased by the dinosaur. "Well, yeah. I suppose I was close to something. I don't know if I would call it a breakthrough though."
"Mr. Satan, that's huge! The fact that you were able to even come close to sensing your energy in such a short time is incredible! I've never heard of a normal human doing it."
"R-really?" Hercule was starting to calm down and feel a little better. "Are you saying I'm talented?"
"Hmf, more like I'm an amazing teacher." Piccolo corrected. "But you aren't totally hopeless. So, are you going to quit on me, "champ"?"
Hercule thought about this for a moment. "Well, I guess I've already come this far. Just, please, no more trying to kill me."
Piccolo smiled. "If I was trying to kill you, you'd be dead."
Gohan and Hercule both sweatdropped.
Break
Zangya was flying to nowhere in particular. She and Gohan had stayed with Piccolo and Hercule to observe his training. Hercule had tried several more times to bring out his energy. He even nearly succeeded on the final attempt before finally passing out.
Something was puzzling Zangya about this whole situation. Gohan was the most powerful warrior in the world and probably the galaxy, at least from what she had seen of it. On the other hand, Hercule was a bumbling oaf, with the fighting potential of a chipmunk. Why was Gohan concerning himself with this clown. The way he cared for his family made sense to her of course. So did his relationship to Piccolo since, in a way, he was his family. But the boy had a habit of helping strangers for no reason. She first noticed it with herself. Saving her was the first decent thing anyone had done for her in she couldn't remember how long, and it was the first thing he did when they met. Then there was his Gold fighter thing and now this business with Hercule. It made no sense to Her.
At first, she thought Gohan was just letting Piccolo train Hercule for the amusement factor but that didn't match up with what she knew about the kind-hearted boy.
While flying back with Gohan she asked him why he was helping the buffoon. He had to think about it for a moment.
"I don't know. Helping just feels right, you know?" He had said. "I mean, wouldn't it be a shame if Hercules' relationship with his daughter was ruined and we could have prevented that? Maybe it's wrong to let him lie and I know he has his faults, but he really is a good guy." Then he grinned. "Besides, helping others makes me happy."
That had really stuck with Zangya. She was mulling that over in her mind and trying to reconcile it with the life she had led thus far. She did feel good when she helped Chichi with Goten and anytime she was with Gohan. On the other hand, when she was with Bojacks crew, there wasn't much to feel good about at all.
She flew over a small town and something caught her eye so she decided to go lower. In the middle of the village, there was a group of men in blue clothes and hats with badges. All of them had guns and were surrounding a girl with short blonde hair, wearing a black vest and jeans. She had her back against the wall of a building and, from what Zangya could tell, was just standing there with an apathetic look on her face as the men were yelling at her.
Zangya may not have had a firm grasp on all of earths customs, but one thing she understood clearly was the concept of a fair fight.
I guess I can put Gohans theory to the test.
She flew closer to the girl and landed between her and the men. The men jumped back a little and lowered their weapons, as they were not used to beautiful women falling from the sky. Even the girl was a little shocked at this new development. Ok, now what would Gohan say?
"What's the matter with you people? You think ganging up on a single girl makes you tough?" She demanded. Should I do a pose? No, I'll wait till I win.
One of the braver policemen, for police they were, trained his gun on this new girl.
"Listen girly, This ain't no business of yours. Unless you want to be known as an accomplice, you better get lost and fast." The other policemen took courage from his confidence and raised their weapons, some pointing at the blonde, others at the blue girl.
Ooh, wait a minute, large bird from sunflower seed street had a great line that would totally work here. "When someone's being bullied, it's everyone's business!" Then she raised her hand and moved it in a sweeping motion towards the guard. As her hand passed, the guns the police were holding exploded. As Zangya placed her hand on her hip in triumph one of the cops spoke. "Screw this! They don't pay me enough!" and he ran. The others seemed to share his opinion as they all fled from the two women.
"Hey wait!" cried Zangya. "I didn't get to do my victory pose!" Then she sighed in disappointment as she turned to the girl she "saved". "Ahem. Are you alright?"
The Blonde girl just looked at the strange blue person in front of her. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Zangya, I'm trying this new thing where I help people in need. I gotta say, it doesn't feel too bad." Zangya was normally calm and collected, but she was feeling giddy from her act of heroism.
"Riiight… You're not from around here, are you?" The girl asked, still with an apathetic expression on her face.
"No, I'm from… out of town." Zangya wasn't sure she should say she was a reformed space pirate to a stranger.
"Huh, you don't say?" The girl replied with a hint of a smile on her face. "Well, Zangya, My names 18. Wanna hang out a while?"
Zangya thought about it for a moment. She didn't really have a home to go back to and she didn't have any plans for the rest of the day. "Sure."
With that 18 took to the skies. "Hey wait you can fly?" Zangya questioned as she followed the Blonde. She didn't think most earthlings could fly.
"Yeah, I'm not exactly from around here either." 18 stated with a touch of irony. "Anyway, thanks for your help back there."
"Not a problem. So, where are we going?" Zangya asked. She hadn't really hung out before now, unless you count training with Gohan, which you probably don't.
"There's a fair going on not far from here that I was going to check out. They're actually a lot of fun." 18 responded, she had alternative reasons for going there than just to have fun though.
Break
In no time at all they landed in the fairgrounds shocking several of the patrons in the process. Zangya looked around her. There was all kinds of stalls and rides and she had never seen anything like it before.
"So, Zangya, what do you wan't to try first?" 18 asked slightly amused at the alien girls' reaction.
"I don't know. I've never been to a fair before. What do you think we should try?"
"How about the shooting booth? That's always fun." The two walked around a little before finally finding the shooting booth at the end of a row all by itself. It was a wide booth with toy rifles at the front of it and several rows of wooden ducks with targets painted on them at the back. Stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes were hanging from the booth, including a large stuffed purple dragon almost as big as Zangya. The stall was tended by a young man in his twenties wearing glasses and a carnie hat.
"Step right up ladies and test your skill. Everyone's a winner here, everyone gets a prize. Only 1000 zeni to play. But for two lovely ladies such as yourselves I might just knock it down to 500 zeni" The young man was doing his best to lure the pretty girls to his stall. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could get one of their numbers.
Zangya turned to 18 "How do you play?" She asked.
"Well it's pretty simple. You have a set time limit and you have to shoot all the ducks down within that time limit. The more you get the bigger the prize is." 18 explained.
Zangya looked at the prizes "Excuse me?" she asked the man in glasses "How many ducks would I need to shoot in order to get the big dragon?"
"Well miss, for our grand prize, you would have to hit every single duck within the time limit. But never fear, even if you get no ducks, we still have this adorable little stuffed penguin as a consolation prize." He held up a little penguin with big creepy eyes.
Zangya focused on the dragon and thought of how cute and happy little Goten would be snuggling with it. "Alright I want the dragon, Lets do this!" Zangya was now super pumped.
The stall attendant smiled. "Very good, my dear. For you, that will be 500 zeni."
Zangya sweat dropped. "Uh, well I don't actually have any money."
18 pulled a 500 zeni bill out of her pocket. "Don't worry Zangya, my treat."
"Wonderful!" said the young man as he started the ducks moving. "Fire whenever your ready, the time starts now."
The one thing that both 18 and the young man in glasses forgot to tell Zangya, was that she needed to use the toy rifle to shoot the ducks. Lacking this information, Zangya raised her hand, charged a beam and completely incinerated not only the ducks, but the entire back wall of the booth.
The man running the stall's glasses were askew and he was trembling.
18 laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHA, OH MY GOSH ZANGYA! THAT WAS CLASSIC!" she said doubled over in laughter.
Zangya, who was very proud of herself, walked up to the stuffed dragon, took it down from the wall it hung from and walked straight past the stall keeper saying her thanks. 18 was right behind her still laughing and patting herself on the back mentally for inviting this chick.
Zangya and 18 spent the rest of the evening visiting the different game stalls. 18 would purposefully only explain part of the games, while leaving just enough out for Zangya to unknowingly cheat, using her powers. Of course, they didn't cheat in everything. The ring the bell game and the punching machine were both won fair and square. The result being that, by the time the sun went down, both Zangya and 18 were carrying armloads of prizes and treats. Well, that and almost every stall was destroyed.
Zangya was having the time of her life as she ate her cotton candy. She was about to say so when she saw her new friends' expression. It wasn't the joyful smile she had seen all night while they were playing games, nor was it the passive face from when the first met. The look in her eyes was…Dissapointment?
"Hey what's the matter 18?"
"He wasn't here." 18 replied looking quite downcast.
"Who wasn't here?" Zangya was feeling rather confused.
"My brother. I've been trying to find him. He used to love places like this before… well, before some stuff happened. I've been going to every fair, carnival and amusement park I could, but no sign of him."
"Oh…" Zangya didn't know what else to say. Sorry seemed kind of lame. She was saved from saying anything, though, as 18 continued.
"We've been through a lot together, my brother and I." she said as she pushed a strand of hair from her face. "We used to do everything together." A small smile graced her lips as she remembered the good times she and her brother shared. "But about a year ago we got… Separated. I've been trying to find him ever since. I just want to make sure he's ok, you know?"
Zangya felt truly sorry for 18. She was such a nice girl, and it must be horrible to not know where your brother is. Zangya definitely knew all about that. She wanted to help 18 whatever way she could.
Wow, Gohan was right. Even just thinking of helping someone makes me feel good… Wait a minute, that's it!
"18!" Zangya practically shouted, startling the blonde. "I don't know where your brother is, but I think I know someone who can help."
Break
Gohan had just gotten to bed when he heard a loud banging on his window. He heaved a sigh. Don't Namekians ever sleep? After this thought he rolled out of bed and opened the window.
"What is it Mr. Piccol… Zangya?" Gohan was fully expecting it to be Piccolo. After all, he was the only one Gohan could think of who would be up and near his home this late. He looked at the blue girl and saw what she was holding. "Zangya, why do you have a stuffed dragon?"
"Hi Gohan. The dragon is kind of a long story. It's for Goten. His name is Icarus. I won it shooting ducks." She held up her dragon with pride. Gohan took in her explanation, but only grew more confused.
"More importantly I met somebody who needs our help." Zangya stepped out of the way revealing someone who Gohan recognized very well indeed.
"Android 18!?"
"Gohan!?"
To be continued.
A/N: So? Don't 18 and Zangya make great friends? And before anyone says anything, no they will not be a couple. The stuffed dragon is meant to resemble Icarus from the movies. (As far as I remember he isn't in the anime.). For those of you who are wondering what "Sunflower seed street" is, it is Gotens favorite program. It features puppets and has songs about numbers and letters and there is a character named 'Large bird'. Zangya sometimes watches it when she babysits Goten. It's how she is learning about earth culture. BTW, I reread this 7 times to make sure every ones name was correct and capitalized. Sorry if I missed any, or made other grammatical errors.