OK. First thing's first: RIP Akira Toriyama. I don't know what possessed me to this after we found out he died. But...here we are. I thank him for every great thing he has given to this world. And man does it suck that we lost him, the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh, and Miura one after another.
Second: No, this is not my story. This is a story by a user that used to be on FIMfiction named Epizestro. They're not there anymore. Don't know if they got banned or something. However, because of that, this story got removed from Fimfiction. And, being honest, I thought that was a crime. Because while this story ain't perfect or the best, it's still a pretty good and funny little fic in my opinion. So, rather than let it just sit on FIMFetch forever, I decided I'd reupload it here for posterity and so other people can enjoy it.
Why am I not reuploaded it to FIMFiction? Cause they don't allow people to reupload fics that have been taken down.
Third: To explain a bit about the timeline, this story seems to take place after the end of Dragon Ball GT where Goku fused with the Dragon Balls. However, in a future chapter the author adds in the events from Battle Of Gods when Beerus first showed up. So, assume this story takes place in a timeline where Dragon Ball Super happened before Dragon Ball GT.
Fourth: THIS IS NOT COMPLETE AND IS NOT MY STORY! THIS IS SOMEONE ELSE'S STORY THAT I AM JUST REUPLOADING! I DON'T PLAN TO CONTINUE IT, I DON'T PLAN TO WRITE ANYMORE OF IT ONCE I GET ALL 12 CHAPTERS POSTED, AND I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR ANY OF IT! IF THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE AND SAYS THEY WANT ME TO TAKE THIS DOWN, I WILL! JUST PM ME OR SOMETHING!
With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy.
"What are they?" asked Scootaloo, "I've never seen anything like them."
"They might be rare gems! We should ask my sister," Sweetie Belle prodded one of the balls with her hoof.
"Those ain't no gems like I've ever seen. Look at 'em glow, maybe they're some sorta magic thing?" added Applebloom, "Either way, we should take them to Twilight, she knows everything!"
The three fillies known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders were huddled in a clearing in the Everfree, all 6 eyes set on the strange objects. There were seven glowing balls in a small crater, each with a different number of stars seemingly floating inside, ranging from one to seven. The sap-covered faces of the foals glowed with wonder, quickly replaced by disgust as a particularly unpleasant stench wafted under their muzzles.
"Euch! Who let one off?" the three asked in unison, scrunching their noses at the smell while shooting accusing glances at their fellow crusaders. A deep growl drew the fillies attention towards a nearby bush.
"Ah don't think that was one of us," Applebloom trembled a little, "that sounded a might like a timberwolf."
As if on cue, a pair of green eyes opened through the leaves, quickly followed by many others. A bright yellow glow illuminated their wooden features. The crusaders slowly backed up into the crater, eyes darting around as another growl was heard behind them. More of the wolves features became visible as the glow increased gradually.
The wolves turned away, the light soon becoming too bright to look at before dimming again. Instead of three fillies, they saw three fillies and a tall monkey-like creature with black hair spiked at seemingly impossible angles. The creatures' head span around, its eyes showing confusion that was mirrored in the wolves'.
Growling resuming, the wolves recovered and reformed their circle as the crusaders continued to back up, completely oblivious to the creature standing behind them, their eyes locked with the wolves'.
"Timberwolf! Help!" shouted Scootaloo, hopping three feet in the air as her flank touched the creature, whose curious glances were now directed towards the fillies at his feet. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle turned around in cautious fear, their gaze slowly travelling up towards the creatures eyes.
The crusaders fell to the floor of the crater, curling up together and shivering. Their eyes quickly darted between both the creature and the timberwolves. They shuddered as the creature reached out one of his forelegs towards them.
"Well, it was fun girls. we had a good run." Scootaloo said, patting the manes of her fellow crusaders.
"I don't wanna die without my cutie mark!" cried Sweetie Belle as tears flowed from her eyes.
"Maybe we'll get our cutie marks in being monster food?" Applebloom joked, a shaking grin being betrayed by her fearful eyes.
"Hey, are you three okay?" asked a new voice, clearly male, "No-one's getting eaten today, not while I'm around!"
This new voice calmed the three considerably. They covered their eyes.
"Please, help us whoever you are!" Applebloom screamed, "Did ya hear that? Somepony's come to save us!"
The wolves' growling was interrupted as another timberwolf advanced from the underbrush. This new wolf was at least twice the size of the others. It glanced around the circle before pouncing.
Sounds of splintering wood filled the crusaders' ears as they looked up. Their already large eyes widened to an impossible degree as they all saw what they could have sworn was the creature landing a punch on the alpha wolf, leaving nothing but a pile of splintered wood and sawdust more than twenty feet away.
Seeing their leader defeated with such ease, the wolves pounced all at once in a rage. Watching in amazement, the crusaders saw the creature defeat each wolf in quick succession - a barrage of strikes defeated every wolf in one hit, never allowing one near the crusaders.
"Your pack has lost, leave now - " the creature turned towards a cowering wolf, fixing it with a stare " - unless you want to try your luck too?" Considering its' options for a second, the final wolf backed up slowly into the darkness of the forest, whimpering the whole time. The creature then turned its' eyes to the crusaders with a grin bordering on Pinkie Pie levels, "You can stop crying now, the danger's gone."
Sweetie Belle was the first to recover, "A-are you going to eat us?" she asked between fits of shaking, "D-did you only save us to eat us?"
The creature squatted down, chuckling lightly, "Didn't I already say that no-one's getting eaten while I'm around?"
"What are you?" blurted Applebloom, "What kinda monster can kill an entire pack a timberwolves like that?"
"Who cares? THAT WAS AWESOME!" blurted Scootaloo, her wings flapping like a hummingbird, "It was like POW and WHAM and KAPOW," she emphasized each blow by striking her front hooves against the air, "and then all the timberwolves are running scared! It must be nearly as cool as Rainbow Dash, because nopony's as cool as Rainbow Dash!"
"Rainbow Dash? Never heard of 'em," mused the creature, "and to answer -"
"You've never heard of Rainbow Dash?" exclaimed Scootaloo in shock, jumping into the creatures' lightly tanned face, "You been living under a rock? Rainbow Dash is only the fastest flier in Equestria, not to mention the only pegasus in history to pull of the legendary sonic rainboom! I'm gonna be just like her some day!"
"Ah think it gets the idea, Scoots. Y'all can calm down now, you're confusing it"
"Spoilsport," said a dejected Scootaloo.
"What are you wearing?" asked Sweetie Belle, eyes focused on the creatures' strange blue vest and yellow trouser combination, "I've never seen anything like it."
"Oh this? This is just my training gi. I wear it pretty much all the time." The creatures' eyes popped open for a second before slamming its' fist against an open palm, "I forgot we never had a proper introduction! I'm Son Goku, but my friends just call me Goku, and I'm a saiyan. What about you three?"
"My name's Scootaloo, second most awesome pony in Ponyville, after the one and only Rainbow Dash of course."
"I'm Sweetie Belle. I live with my sister Rarity. She's the number one dressmaker in Ponyville! Nice to meet you Goku!" her voice cracked a little when saying Gokus' name.
"And ah'm Applebloom. I live on Sweet Apple Acres and help mah family on the farm. Ah ain't never heard of a 'say-an' before, though," she added, a skeptical look covering her face, "are ya sure that's what ya are? Ya look more like a shaved monkey with that tail an' all."
Goku gave a cheerful laugh at that last comment, "So I take it that this place doesn't have any humans either?" he said, a smile covering his flat face when he saw the confused looks from each filly, "Like me, but without the tail," he added quickly, "Where is this place, anyway?"
"Yer in the Everfree Forest, it's pretty much the scariest place in all Equestria."
"Scary, huh? Well why are you three here?"
"We're gonna be CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS FOREST EXPLORERS! YAY!" the crusaders shouted, the suddenness shocking Goku.
"Cutie mark... crusaders?" quizzed the saiyan, "What's that?"
"We go crusadin' fer our cutie marks, of course." stated Applebloom as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Say, what's you're cutie mark? I'd bet it's timberwolf beating or filly saving or something awesome!" interjected Scootaloo, a giant grin etched on her face, "Can I see it?"
"I'm afraid you lost me, I don't even know what a 'cutie mark' is." Goku asked, nervously laughing and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
"It's only the most important thing ever! It tells everypony what their special talent is." - Sweetie Belle looked down at the ground - "We're the only three in class without ours."
"Which is why it's so important we get 'em as soon as possible!" added Applebloom.
Goku rubbed his chin, humming a little, "I don't think I have a mark that tells me what I'm good at."
"WHAT?!" all three fillies bellowed simultaneously, "How can y'all not have a cutie mark? Y'all're, like, old"
"How old are you anyway?" asked Sweetie Belle.
Goku rubbed under his nose sheepishly, "63, last time I checked."
"Wow, that's half as old as Granny Smith and y'all still don't have yer cutie mark?"
"What if we never get ours, girls?" said a dejected Scootaloo.
"Woah, woah, woah. I don't think saiyans get cutie marks."
"Imagine that girls, a lifetime without cutie marks." the crusaders shuddered with the mental image, "That's horrible."
Goku looked up at the setting sun, "Well we'd better get you back to your families -" he jumped up, "- they must be worried sick."