Dragon Ball: Space Adventures

Chapter 1

The Long Week I

Uub wandered around the ship's filled with curiosity, even with the sudden change of plans he would still have to get used to the walls of his new home because this mission of his was not one he allowed himself to either leave or fall. His teacher, Son Goku, had requested him his help to go alongside to the stars and beyond, how could he say no? It all happened so fast. He had been training with his teacher like any other day and cleaning the lookout after the mess, then the skies turned dark, and a giant red Dragon appeared. It was so large he occupied the entire skies, embalming the clouds as if it were toys, Uub felt like the eyes of the beast were simply bigger than the lookout itself. It was the legendary Shen-Long, or so he thought. Apparently, he never was red, although he didn't know who the people who summoned him were. Were they his teacher's friends? Old enemies? It didn't really matter, as their intended wish was quickly used by his master to repair the lookout. Nothing seemed wrong, so he left soon after, and it was weird when Son Goku appeared in his home hours later, but then, everything made sense. The Dark Dragon Balls, the ones first made by the old Kami of this world, were a magical object of extreme power, and their limits were beyond comprehension— but there was a massive downside to all of it. In a year, if not returned, the planet would suffer a cataclysm that no one could stop. To travel across the infinite skies of the cosmos was a terrifying thought— but it was necessary, and he was not alone. Accompanied by his teacher, Son Goku, and the technological genius and pilot, Trunks Briefs, the travel promised to be nothing more than a long and adventurous voyage. He had arrived at the C.C. company a bright smile. A new chapter in his life and when he entered the ship, the last thing he saw was an orange bandana.
The dishonor of such thing would be something he'd deal later—preferably never, because now there were major issues at hand, such as; How in the name of Dende would his master save him? Uub had the uttermost trust on his master, he had seen him do countless things he had thought were impossible. He had never thought a man could fly, he would go and do it. He had never thought a man could destroy a mountain, and he had never seen him do it, but he knew it was possible ever since he learned the Kamehameha. Nothing was beyond his teacher reach, but as time passed, he began to worry more and more. After the first fifteen minutes, he decided that maybe he could be having some problem tracking him down in the infinite depths of space, and after thirty minutes, he decided to stretch and do his best in training because for the time being he really couldn't think of anything else. He lowered his arms towards his feet, and as he touched them he counted the seconds as the pressure released from his back and the calves, he then moved to his thighs and back, and after a couple of minutes—and as he ignored all the arguing on the other side which main point seemed to be the black haired boy wanting him chained or gone, he came to the conclusion that all his muscles worked perfectly, there was no pressure or restriction, but the flow of KI seemed stuck in place no different than a rock blocking the current of a river. He tried the same thing as before, pushing slowly but the energy didn't even bother to bulge. It made no sense, so he tried the next, brute force. He inclined his back, clenched his teeth, and pushed the chains side to side as they grinned and screeched and for a moment they stood still as his hands shacked by the effort and the metal chain that united them remained stretched and still without bulging or cracking for a moment. Uub surrendered as he stared at the ground with both eyes open— he couldn't break them.
While the situation didn't improve Uub reasoned that waiting was perhaps the best thing he could do since the other options were not really good, so instead, he'd explore the ship silently praying that his master would appear. First, it'd be the kitchen; The room was compact but with surprisingly plenty of place. It had a small metallic sink where you could wash the dishes, to its left there was a small empty plate rack and above it had a drawer filled with varying sizes of white plates and a few glasses. To the right, a white metal colored oven rested empty and two large drawers to its side horizontally stacked held a couple of plastic boxes and pans and other cooking items, and a small table with three chairs stood still like a T upside down near the entrance of the kitchen, where a small refrigerator was besides the sink, accompanied in the end of the room by a few stacked boxes that were chained. It wasn't his definition of homey, but all things considered it could all be worse. Then it was the bathroom, first, the ceiling and wall were white like cream from a cake, and the floor had this strange tile that was rough like stone but its contexture was softer than a flower from spring, with graying and white lines going back and forth across the ground all the while being extremely slippery when wet. The sink and toilet where white cloud, and below the sink a pair of drawers seem to held a few items. To its side, a rectangular shower with a metal hose stood by menacingly—to make it worse the glass was just that, a glass one can easily see from the other side. Uub thought such thing defeated the point of the privacy of a shower, but he wasn't going to argue the design choices of the bathroom—yet.
At last, he sat down, looking at the clock and realizing that a mere five minutes had passed and he began to wonder in a scale of 1 to 10 how screwed he really was. His master was nowhere to be seen and the odds of him appearing out of thin were getting lower—not zero because he'd be a fool to discount what Son Goku could do, but such thing didn't help him calm the nerves. As he thought, the black haired boy left the room with a cloud of smoke leaving his ears. Quickly, he walked fast towards the kitchen and after he heard the sound of a dozen things falling towards the ground the boy re-emerged with a capsule on his hands and two eyebrows ready to kill everything on sight. Suddenly, the capsule dropped down, and with a pop a dozen plates of all kinds appeared on the ground, a festival of noodles, vegetables, grilled fish, meat, eggs, everything that anyone could ever want or need for a dinner of at least twelve people. Then, it happened, the boy grabbed a fork, and attacked the food. Uub was horrified, it was like watching an army pillage a city, burning everything and consuming every ounce of wine that had survived. He saw how pieces of cow meat disappeared in the mouth of the boy and how with one singular stroke an entire plate of noodles was just gone. Evicerated one by one without mercy, Uub could help but want to vomit at such display.
—STOP!
—Wktat?
—Y-you're eating everything!
—So wkat?
—We have a very long journey ahead of us! We must ration our food.
The boy laughed at such thought like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. With one large gulp, his mouth cleaned again, like the food he inhaled was never there.
—We have thousands of these and we brought even more just in case. Quit bitching.
—N-no! With two like these a day we'll—
—There are 2190 capsules for food per person for a year, the average person eats about 1.100 meals a year, and I'm not counting the other thousands for things like breakfast or if you want ice-cream, fatty. These capsules are filled and thought for our type of food consumption, yours are stacked in the other box with your name in it, with your type of food consumption— we cannot, and hear this one well, run out of food. Are ya happy now?
—Does the response come with a nicer tone or is that just how you live your life?
—The nicer tone is reserved for nice people, you get this tough guy.
—And what have I done to deserve such a welcoming tone?
—Yeah keep acting like you don't remember, it'll do you well.
Uub had no clue what he referred. Besides a minor feeling he had no idea who this child was, the only thing he knew is that this kid was an asshole.
—Do you know what you're doing? This is not some mere game, the fate of our planet is at stake
—This is not your problem anymore, so why don't you sit still and let us do our jobs?
—It's hard to relax when a couple of children are driving a car.
—Listen, dipshit. I'm going to be straightforward since you don't seem to be very smart; You shouldn't be here, you're a mistake that feel down the stairs and now is up to us to deal with your excuse of an existence. I don't like you, there's nothing to like about you, and if allowed, I will throw you from this ship at the first chance I get.
—You sure talk a lot, why don't you free me and let your hands do the talking.
The boy smiled.
—Nice try. You're going to have to try a little bit harder.
—Are fraid?
—Enjoy the shackles, dumbass.
—Chiken.
—Retard.
—Child.
The boy grinned. And instead of replying he clenched his teeth and continued eating, not even daring to raise his eyes from the food he so angrily eaten. Uub though it was hilarious how his puttin face looked even more childish.
—I expected better from you.
The boy kept eating, and Uub got the greatest idea he'd ever thought. He started clucking like a chicken.
—Cluck, cluck!
Uub said, as he began shaking the chains imitating a chicken. He could see a vein appear on the kid's face, and slowly grow and multiple like rats on bis forehead. With each second his anger grew and the sound of teeth being grinned appearred on the room like two saws smashing onto each other. Then, a large contained smile appeared on his face, pure and unadulterated rage. He got up, gathering every dish and walking towards the kitchen. He kept clocking louder and louder, he got up too, and stood a few steps behind gaining a rhythm as he cloked. When the boy washed the dishes he kept on clucking, when he left the room for the bathroom he kept on clucking right outside the door and when he returned towards the living room with a vein the size of the moon he kept on clucking; Cluck, cluck, cluck! Cluck! He even began smashing his feet on the ground. But the boy didn't bulge, instead, he began screaming; lalalala! Suddenly the living room turned into a festival of chickens and screams.
—Enough you tools!
Bulla roared from the door, but she only added to the dance of sound because no one paid attention to her on this endless symphony of violent sounds. Then, Uub and the boy twisted and grinned as a defeaning scratching noise invaded their ears as id someone was scratching chalkboard right besides. Then it stopped, and silence fell on the lounge like a rock being dropped. Slowly, Uub looked up towards Bulla who stared angrily at both with her mouth wide open. He saw a pair of fangs, and he swore she said something, but the violin han returned and he couldn't hear a thing.
It was going to be a long week.