So I had this dream, and in this dream, I'm watchin TV and I see Goku in
super Sayjin from, walk out of some colored smoke, and go "Gohan, we need to
find some more Sayjins." Then I wake up and see myself in my chair readin
fanfics. Then I wake up for real.
So I am just laying there, thinking about this dream, and it occurs to me
that I should try my hand at a Dragonball fic. That's when this idea came to
me. At first I ignored it.
Then it moved in, put its feet up on the expensive coffee table and demanded
a beer. Still, I ignored it.
When it started yellin for a five course steak dinner I figured I'd better
write it. So, here's the prolouge of a Dragonball fic. . .with a Komodo
twist.
I call it: Goku's Journey
Compliments warm the heart......
Criticism Strengthens the Soul.....
Flames Shall Be Used As Target Practice
-Komodo
It's worse then that, its physics Jim!"
-Star Trekkin
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The male mind is a complex thing. Much of it is devoted to such profound
things as sleep, eat, and following the local sports team. To be certain,
this does not apply to all males, but one truth that seems to be universal is
that the word "marriage" rings like a thunderclap of doom.
Goku, he had no real last name or any need of one, was experiencing just such
a thunderclap.
To be sure, very little scared Goku, he was a healthy specimen of male, close
to six feet tall, thick black hair, and a tightly muscled, athletic build
which spoke of fifteen years worth of training in the martial arts.
He had never quite understood all the comments that had been made about how
his martial art skills would do him no good when Chi-chi got "that look" in
her eye.
That is, until now. He also now knew the meaning behind the phrase;
"ignorance is bliss."
Now, being the sort of person that he was, Goku immediately came up with a
well thought out adult sounding response.
"M-marriage?"
"Yes, Goku, Marriage." Chi-chi was a slender woman, with dark black hair and
luminous eyes. She was not a subtle sort of person and tended to speak her
mind, a quality Goku, a plain spoken sort himself, appreciated.
The downside to this was. . .well, that's where we came in.
"B-but. . ."
"But what? We've both graduated from school, you're doing good with the dojo,
and we practically live together as it is. Why not?"
"It's just. . .I. . .I mean. . ."
"Don't you dare give me that old 'I need to find myself' routine!" Chi-chi
snapped, gripping his arm. "All that means is two words: 'Cold Feet'!"
"Look hon," Goku said, removing her hand from his arm and enclosing it in his
own. Like always, he was amazed at how perfectly it seemed to fit there. "its
not that I don't want to, its just that I'm not ready." The look that flashed
across her face quite blatantly told Goku that he had just said the wrong
thing.
"'Not. . .ready'?" She asked quietly.
"Uh. . .that is, wait-let me-" Chi-chi jerked her hand out of his and then
slapped him across the face.
"Don't bother," she said icily. "Good-bye Goku."
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A few hours later, Goku sat by himself in a tavern staring moodily at a glass
of honey mixed with lemon juice. Alcohol didn't affect him, he could drink it
like water. Honey and lemon juice mixed together on the other hand, gave him
a pleasant buzz.
Sighing, he took out the picture of Chi-chi he kept inside his shirt. The
buzz wasn't helping.
"Pretty lady," said a voice behind him. Looking up, Goku saw an older man
with short white hair dressed in a hand tailored black suit. A glass of wine
was in one hand. "May I?" he asked, indicating the chair across the small
table from Goku.
"Sure," Goku replied, shrugging.
"Thank you," said the man, sitting down in the chair. "You look like a man
with something on his mind and I've been told I'm an excellent listener."
For a moment, Goku hesitated and then began the story. He told the man all
about the Dragonballs, Chi-chi, his grandfather, everything.
". . .And I just wish I could get away somewhere and figure out how I'm
supposed to handle all this."
"An interesting story my friend," he said as Goku became aware that his
internal alarms were going off, screaming that the man across the table
wasn't human. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to read the man's astral pattern.
Color exploded across his vision as raw power smacked him across the face.
"Are you okay?" The man asked, when Goku's vision cleared.
"Astral pattern. . .not human. . ." Goku groaned and raised his head only to
look into the man's eyes. Something ageless, powerful, and most assuredly not
human looked back. "What are you?" Goku whispered.
"A simple businessman is all," was the reply. "And I owe you a favor."
"A favor? What for?"
"Two years ago, you broke up a mugging in the park. I was the target. You
saved me from having to give that street gang a messy lesson in manners and
thus late for an appointment. I'm in the bisnuess of granting wishes and
fulfilling fantasies you see." He paused and took a sip of the wine. "So as a
way of saying thank you, I'll grant that wish you told me about."
"How?"
"Very simple, just go out through the back door into the alley and you'll be
where you need to be."
For a moment, Goku locked eyes with the whatever it was, who simply smiled
and made a go on gesture with his hand.
Figuring he had nothing to lose, Goku stood and walked out the back door,
emerging into a narrow alley. It was blocked off at one end and lined with
trash cans, bags, and rotten cardboard boxes. Figuring he might as well go
the distance, he walked to the mouth of the alley and stepped out.
He then had to duck and roll out of the way as a car landed right where he
had been. Turning to look, he saw a massive metal figure with glowing green
hands confronting a man dressed in a blue, form-fitting costume with a long
red cape.
"This ends here, Son of Krypton!" The metal figure roared. "At last your foul
race will be destroyed!"
"Not while I'm still standing!" The man in blue shouted back. "Your genocidal
plan ends here!"
For a moment, Goku was torn and then figuring anyone against genocide was
probably one of the good guys, summoned up his chi and gave the metal figure
both barrels.
"So you have and ally do you?" The metal figure roared as he turned to face
Goku who dropped into fighting stance even as he wondered just what he had
gotten himself in to.