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.