Rise of the Demon King

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Rise of the Demon King
Tweet Topic Started: Sep 18 2009, 09:00 PM (577 Views)
ryanson209	Sep 18 2009, 09:00 PM Post #1
MAGICAL GIRLS REPRESENT Posts: 2,336 Group: Member Member #4,331 Joined: July 21, 2009 Favourite Anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica	Chapter 1: Prologue Disclaimer: I'm going to write this once. The Dragonball franchise belongs to, as far as my knownledge goes, to FUNimation, TOEI Animation, Fuji TV, Cartoon Network, Viz Media, 20th Century FOX, and Akira Toriyama. This is an unofficial adaptation (or fanfiction) and is not made for anything other than entertainment purposes. Enjoy. Dreams. They're so funny sometimes. Sometimes they can be incredible blurs, rainbows of colors of imagination that seem to make no sense, but are so amazing that one can't help but watch, to try and make out the scenes. And no wonder; they're dreams. Unless you could force yourself awake.. well, you know. Then there are the dreams that are so vivid in detail that while the random stories may make no sense, that you can't help but remember them long after you wake up. People may or may not experience both in a single night. And our hero's story -- no, his legend -- begins not when he's awake but when he's asleep. His dreams aren't usually this abnormal nor are they usually this close to the truth, which is why we're going to try and pay close attention this night instead of any other night. However, because they ARE dreams it would be almost impossible to properly interpret them. Because that is the case, we'll have to do it as best as we can. Blurs of images pass by quickly, so quickly that one might miss them if one blinked. A meteor crashes in empty fields, and out of the wreckage a lone being crawls out barely alive. He clings to life though, and before we can see more it blurs into another image. A robed man, armed with a long red staff yet using a wooden one to walk, stands atop the Earth. He is accompanied by two others, one of which who is pure black, a djinn who seems to be but a servant to this ruler. The other being -- who long long ago was alone in the plains -- is robed in similar robes of his master, complete with the symbol of "God" on his chest. His master calmly, sadly tells the other that in order to become the Guardian he must purge himself of all evil. He must be pure in order to be the Lord. Another blur, and we see the lone being praying. To whom is not made clear, but whatever he prays for is driven from his mind as he lets out painful scream. Within seconds his body seems to split apart, and yet the lone being is still whole; he opens his eyes to find himself staring... at himself. A perfect double, save for the symbol on his chest. Instead of "God," the symbol means "Demon King." Swiftly, the scene shifts to show the lone being raising his hands above round stones as the black djinn -- now his servant -- watches over him. As if by an unseen force or maybe magic, the stones begin to glow orange. Stars fill the seven stones, each stone holding from one to seven stars. The stones rise into the air... and soar off into the four corners of the Earth. Another bur, another image flashes away, and finally images that actually tell a story. 'Tis the heart of the city in the middle of the rainy season, and yet the city is empty. The city had been evacuated only days before, and only a few certain people remain. One of them is a large and well-built man, and he alone stands guard of the building behind him, labeled "the Presidential Palace." The man has in one hand a long red staff, and in the other a small jar. His face is a dreamy blur; all that can be made out are his storm-grey eyes and his thick beard. A boy -- not yet a man the sole reason for being called such -- rushes at the man, screaming "Sensei!" The man is startled but does nothing as the boy and his companion -- a boy in a similar gi -- run towards him. "Mutaito-sensei, why must you do this?!" the boy speaks. The man does not answer immediately but instead places his hands on both the boys' heads, ruffling their hair. "One day, my students, you will understand," he answers in his deep voice. "This is the only way. I am the only one who can do it." "But it will kill you!" the boy replies. He does not cry, but the pain in his face is hard to ignore. "Which is why you two, Roshi, Shen," he gestures towards the boy and his companion, "must continue my legacy. Train as you never have trained before. Teach those who show great strength and those who all others have given up on. Become the Turtle, become the Crane. You are the masters now." "He is coming!" a voice in the distance yells before his voice trails off into a bloody scream. The boy called Shen yells, "Come on Roshi, we have to go!" Roshi shakes his head no, and in his impatience Shen runs off, away to safety. Mutaito smiles at his brave student and for a moment considers on letting the boy stay with him. But he is not as stupid as he looks. "Roshi, you must leave this place. Run and do not look back." Before Roshi could respond, Mutaito shoves the red staff into his hands. Roshi is shocked at his master's sudden action and looks up, not fully understanding. "The ever-extending staff. Nyoi-Bo is yours, my student. You alone have proven yourself the best," he claims happily, "and so you alone are worthy of it, unlike your rival." "But what must I do with it?" Roshi asks. Sure, he'd heard the rumors, the legends -- that God himself gave it away as humanity's lone chance of reaching him, but he wanted his master's interpretation. "This staff is the key." He stared ahead, not at Roshi but instead at the buildings far away as he said this. "God himself gave it to me, long ago, telling me if I -- if we -- truly needed his help, as he knows we do, this staff would be the key to finding him. I don't know how or where, but I'm sure you may figure that out if I fail. Now... go!" Roshi, tears finally in his eyes, follows his master's command. But as his master closes his eyes to calm himself, he hides atop a nearby hill to watch the battle. Suddenly an explosion is heard. Then another. And then another. The houses before him start shattering, flying away, catching fire. Another explosion is heard. Suddenly, a robed being -- human-esque, yes, but TALL and with green skin -- takes a step forward. His face is masked, hidden by the hood of his robe, but on his chest is the symbol "Demon King." The being is flanked by creatures who all look like giant lizards, smirking, drooling, glaring evilly. They may well be his servants, his sons or his brothers. They all shared their master's green skin... and demonic aura. "Step aside, human, or I will end you as well," the tallest being, the leader, spoke in his deep voice. "I will not," Mutatio said calmly, extending his arm in front of him. With a casual flick, he sent one of the lizard creatures flying. With another flick, the creature explodes in a storm of blood. "Another martial artist, huh?" one of the other lizard creatures snarled. He licked his lips. "You guys are so messy. You're no better than us. Heh heh, please let me go after him. Please..." "No," the leader said. "This is the last step before I finally take over this diseased rock. I will handle him myself." The other creatures whined in unison, but when the demon lowered his arms they all disintegrated, turned to ash. "There. Now we have no more distraction," he said simply. Mutaito hid the jar he held in his robes and took a defensive stance. The rain and the wind around them slightly flicked the green being's hood around, revealing an amused smile on his face. Suddenly, the two forces collided. Mutaito punched the demon's face, pushing it back a couple of steps. But the demon was taller than the average human, had a longer reach. With little effort in reach, he elbowed Mutaito in the face. With Mutaito then distracted by pain, he pushed Mutaito away. Mutaito retaliated by attempting a jump kick, but the demon caught the kick in mid-air. As effortlessly as a child with a toy, he swung Mutaito around, scraping up dirt and mud as he casually tossed the martial arts master around. With a casual flick he threw the man into the air and lifted his arms. A blinding flash of light, a surge of electricity, and Mutaito fell to the ground, beaten, broken. The demon chuckled softly, as if enjoying a private joke, and stepped closer to his beaten prey. He was about to end it, he could feel it. But then the man did something the demon did not intend for him to do. He reached into his gi and pulled out the jar he held earlier. Draining much of his physical strength, he tossed it under the demon, then recited the magic words that would seal the demon away... along with his own life. "Ma!" "What human trickery is this?" the demon wondered, looking down at the jar. "Fu!" "Human power has failed before. It will fail again," the demon king said confidently. "Ba!!!" A flash of green and yellow light, a horrified yell in the distance, and more blurs came and went as fast as ever. A huge, beefy man bowed to his rival, recognizable and yet not so. The two charged each other as their kindly old master proudly watched on. The old master, bearded, robed, wearing shades, bowed to the smaller of his students, handing to him the red staff his master had given him so long ago. The young man, many years aged, stumbled upon a baby boy in the wilderness, a boy with porqupine quills for hair. Both aged a dozen more years, now training atop clotheslines in the field outside their hut. An intense fight, despite the age of both competitors, was given. And though the boy was skilled -- able to keep up with the old man, fighting upside down -- the old man had simply to flick his wrist and the boy fell. The old man jumped off the wires and proudly helped the boy up, wiping the dirt from the spikes that were the boy's hair. Satisfied in the lad's growth, the man gave the staff to his grandson, telling him the same story told to him about the "key" and when he'd need it most. The old man then pulled out of his pocket a stone, an orange stone with four stars glowing inside it. A gift, he said, for the boy's coming of age. A moment of happiness was felt, a tender moment that felt as if never to end. Suddenly the image broke. A pair of blood red eyes glowed in the distance. A bloody roar, a primal scream. The moon was eclipsing the sun... And so our hero wakes up. Chapter 2: Bloomers and the Monkey King The boy woke with a start, so much in a daze that he fell out of his bed onto the cold, hard floor. He lay there for a moment, recovering for a moment, before he stood up and placed his hands behind his head. "What a weird dream," he said. "I can't even remember it." He looked up at the ceiling, struggling to remember the vivid blurs that were his dreams. Finally deciding it was best left forgotten, he walked over to the little mirror in the corner of the room. His reflection was just as he remembered it, because he barely changed in all this time. His hair was as spiky as porqupine quills, his eyes almond. His clothes never really changed, and were as messy as they ever were. This didn't bother him at all though because he wasn't like normal boys. As if to prove it, a monkey tail poked itself out from behind him, waving at the reflection. The boy's face lit up and he let out a laugh that could brighten the light in anyone's day. "Well, hi to you too tail!" he exclaimed. He turned around, trying to grab his tail like a dog would do it's. After going in circles for a minute or so he finally grabbed the tail, which sent a shockwave up his back. In pain he let out a yelp and released his tail. That's right. His tail. He recovered from the shock shortly after and started smiling again. He took a long look around his hut, his room. It was small and under furnached, but still had quite the oriental feel due to its structure. In one corner there was a long red staff in a holding case, and in the center of the room was a pedistal. Placed on said pedistal was a pillow holding an orange crystal orb, lit up by the four stars inside of it. "Hey Grampa!" the boy said, bowing to the crystal. Almost in response, the ball seemed to glow. The boy smiled just as his stomach began to rumble in hunger. He hunched over, yelping as his stomach begged for food. "I'm hungry, Grampa... I'll be back after I get some grub!" he said, turning to leave. He grabbed the staff, tied the sheath around his back, and ran out the door. Outside his humble home was a small clearing, surrounded by a huge forest where just beyond the trees lie a cliff. There was a small road leading into the forest, and the outside of the forest had small stumps where trees had been knocked down. A water well was right beside the oriental hut, a bucket ready to be lowered. There was also a small pile of wood in front of the well, with a small fire still going. But the young boy passed all this and headed on the road , his hunger driving him forward. Within moments, he had passed the trees and jumped off the far-away cliff. --------------------------------- At the edge of Mt. Paozu, a blue hybrid, a small and compact care, is swerving wrecklessly along the already limited-sized roads. The driver of this vehicle is a girl, her hair a violent violet. While one hand is gripped to the wheel, her other holds a device that, with just a few beeps and boops, tells her all she needs to know. She clicks it and looks down briefly. "It's getting close. About time too," she laughs. "But I think I'll need to go a little ways west.." With the turn of the wheel, she drives even further down that little road, the one that seemed to head straight into a huge forest. --------------------------------- With a meal to bring home now, the boy climbed back up the mountainside, dragged his freshly-caught fishr on the old dirt road. Great exercise, and plenty of time to think. And there was lots to think about, like that weird dream he had. He still couldn't remember much of the details, but he knew there had to be a reason. He wondered aloud what it could mean. He knew one of the men was his grandfather, but what about the other men? And how about the eclipse? He'd seen only seen it in person once before, and he was forbidden from seeing it. But those red eyes... that creature... was that really...? Suddenly he heard a sound in the distance, a sound he had never heard before. It had a distinct quality, a "vroom" sort of sound. His attention was brought back to the present, and only then did he realize how far he had walked. he turned around to see a blue... thing charge right at him. It made a honking noise, a screech as it slid across the road, and he swore he could have heard a scream in the distance. But he had no time to do anything. He was caught off-guard. The creature hit him, its metal body hitting him right in the face. He fell back several feet, dropping his catch on the way down. He was stunned as he lie there on his back. He wasn't hurt, but it was so sudden he still had to recover. "Hey!" a voice called. It was higher than his own, and had a certain edge of forwardness that he hadn't heard before. Infact, he had never heard a voice like this one before. "Are you alright?" He sat up, rubbing his cheeks from where he was hit, and he looked up to see someone he'd never seen before: a human, or human-esque creature, only softer than he himself. Violent violet hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and looked quite at odds with herself when compared to her blue scarf and pink shirt and dress, seperated by a tacky leather belt with a leather pouch. . "Stay away from me!" he said, trying to scare her away, leaping to his feet and pulling out his staff. "Wait, what are you doing?" the purple-haired one yelped, backing away behind the metallic-blue vehicle with her hands raised into the air. "I'm trying to help you, twerp!" "I know what you are, witch. And I know what you're after. But..." he ran towards the metallic blue monster. "YOU AIN'T GETTING MY FISH!!" Headfirst, he hit the thing, knocking it over. Steam began to leak from the front of it as it crashed on the hard road. "Hey!!" The purple-haired one ducked behind the car and pulled out a metal sort of magic wand, aiming it right at his head. "Don't make me do this, roadblock!" "Hmph," he harumphed confidently, pointing his staff at her head. "Kid, seriously. Don't." The two stared at each other, waiting for the other to do something, anything to provoke a reaction. Two pairs of eyes were locked in unseen combat, one pair blue and one almond... and yet... "What are you?" the boy asked, his attention somewhat distracted. He knew that if it were a witch in front of him, he would have been attacked by now. "I'm a human! Not a witch!" the purple-haired one exclaimed. "Human?" Something in his brain started clicking. He tilted his head to the side. "Really?" The arm holding the metal wand lowered, and the purple-haired being laughed softly. It was a cute sound. "Take a look if you don't believe me!" she told him, brushing off her dress. The boy looked curiously, rushing somewhat yet trying to take in as much detail as required. He began to think out loud, noting "You do seem human. But you seem softer... curvier." It felt funny how he said it, but the situation itself was pretty funny. Sort of. "Well, brainiac, that's because you're a strong he-man type. Me, I'm a cute li'l girl!" And suddenly it all clicked together. "Girl?" His jaw dropped. "You mean... female?!" Silence. "Heh-low? Surely you've seen a girl before!" She giggled nervously as she said this, the headstrong forwardness in her voice long gone. "I've never seen another human before, he admitted, "save for my grampa. And he told me if I ever saw a real girl," he thought carefully, "to make sure and treat her nice." The girl blushed and winked. "Well, can't argue with that, can we?" He felt funny when she said it, but he ignored it. He put his staff in his sheath and began to check her out again, noting there was something odd about her figure. "So... girls don't have tails huh? That's... pretty weird." She looked at him like he was from another planet, when suddenly she felt something fuzzy and furry on her chest. Whatever was rubbing against it tickled, but when she looked down she didn't feel like laughing. A long, brown and hairy tail was rubbing under her breasts. She squealed and fell backwards in shock, crushing the boy as he was right behind her when she did so. "A tail? What the hell?!" she yelped. "I dunno why you're so shocked," he said, crawling out from under her. "You've seen other boys, right?" "Yeah, but boys don't... I mean... the anatomy books I read don't say anything about..." She was mumbling to herself. "Then again... it's not like I've seen a naked guy's butt before, much less a naked guy..." She started to blush as she said this. The boy raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. "But now I think about it, Grampa didn't have a tail." He closed his eyes and smiled. "But he was a real weirdo!" "You're the weirdo, weirdo!" The girl accused him, pointing her delicate fingers at him. The boy ignored this and laughed, his clothes and hair swaying slightly in the light burst of wind that blew to break the tension. The girl couldn't help laughing too, when the boy picked up the catfish he dropped. "Well, you're a girl. Come over to my place, and I'll feed ya!" He seemed to skip with each step he took, and he looked behind him. "Come on!" She followed him, glad to be out of danger and getting a free meal while she was at it. Then she looked at the huge fish he was carrying. "You're pretty strong for a runt, aren't you?" she asked him. He laughed loudly, a laugh that put a smile on her face. "My grampa was a martial arts master. Helped the world a lot long ago." He looked back at her and tilted his head puzzingly. "Where are you from, anyway? "Way out west," she told him. "Back in civilization." Though it was a long walk, they finally left the huge forest and reached the simple, oriental hut. "Not much for home repair, are you?" she asked him. "Wait here just a sec," he told her, ignoring her negative comment. He dropped the fish to the ground and opened the doors. The dimness of the room was the first thing that caught her attention, which at this time of day was too dark. The second thing was that the boy was talking to the orb in the center of the room. The third was the actual orb itself. "Hey Grampa!" the boy yelled happily, bowing to the orb. "Look! It's a female, in our house!" The fact that the boy was calling it "Grampa," when one he'd said his grandfather was dead, and two that it was an inanimate object, was pretty weird. But all this was driven from her mind when she saw the four stars inside the orb. Four stars. An orangish crystal orb with four glowing stars inside. "The Dragon Ball!!" she suddenly exclaimed. She made a grab for the orb, gripping the delicate crystal with both hands so tightly it was a wonder she didn't break it. She may not have broken the ball, but she crossed the boy's line. "Hey! Get your hands off my grampa, get your own!" He tried to take the ball back, but as Bulma was taller than him the ball was out of his reach. "That was his last possession, not even girls are allowed to touch it!" Bulma looked at the boy, then back at the ball in her hands. It's orangish glow twinkled in what little light came through the window. She looked at the boy again, understanding what little he -- or almost anyone -- knew about the object she held in her hands. She sighed and put the ball back down. "Well, I guess I have to let you in on my li'l secret," she said, emphasizing the last three words in a sing-song voice. She reached into the pouch on her hips and pulled out two small crystaline orbs. The orbs had the same orange glow as Goku's ball; the only difference was the number of stars in the middle. "Voilà!" she said theatrically. "Whoa," the boy said, taking a step back in surprise. "You have... two grampas?" The violet-haired girl giggled and shook her head. "No no, these aren't anything like that. They're called Dragon Balls." A moment of silence. The girl could have laughed at how long it lasted; there's only so long a dramatic silence could last before it became silly. "Y'mean," the boy asked, his tail curling up, "some poor dragon...?" "What? No!" The girl laughed nervously. It was funny, the way this boy's mind worked. He may have been primitive, but he certainly wasn't unintelligent; his mind worked fast... with what little he knew. She decided to tell her story. "I found this beauty," she began, looking at the two-star ball in her right hand, "in my cellar. My dad was waiting to experiment on it. Was on his 'list of things to do.' But he had no idea what it was. And neither did I." The boy sat down, crossing his legs as he took a seat. He was ready for a good story. The girl merely continued her tale. "So I did some research everywhere I could; the local library, my dad's personal collection, school. No matter where I went, there was nothing. But then on a field trip to the Land of Karin," she said, drawing a map with her fingers on the floor, "I found a picture on a stone wall. When I asked, the natives told me this old, old, old legend." The boy could picture the image in his head, oddly enough; an old man in Native garb, seated before a fire, telling the tale as the flames flickered and lit the stone wall's carved-out images. "What was it?" She smirked. "The picture had seven orbs with stars, and a giant dragon rising above them. I showed the native my ball, and he told me the tale. The legend stated there were originally seven Dragon Balls, and each of them glows with the light of the tiny stars inside, from one to seven." "Grampa has four stars in it!" the boy interupted again. "Sūshinchū," she recalled, closing her eyes. "The first one I found was Arushinchū, the two-star ball. And after weeks of searching and a nasty encounter with a pig, I finally found Ōshinchū, five stars." "So... you're collecting them?" the boy asked, standing up. He picked up his own ball, the one with four-stars, and held it with both hands. "In a way," she admitted, shrugging. "Why?" He tilted his spiky-haired head to the side, deep in thought. "You wanna make a bead necklace or something? The girl smirked at him, the headstrong look in her eyes. "Oh, but of course, " she winked at him. Sarcasm doesn't work well with those who don't understand it. "I don't think you could," he said looking at the Dragon Ball in his hands. "The beads, the Dragon Balls, are way too big. They'd break your head if you tried." "Listen, you goof. The reason why I'm gathering these balls," she held her balls with the one in the boy's hands. They began to glow. "The reason I'm collecting them, as you put it, is because when you gather all seven and chant just right, you can summon the Eternal Dragon, Shenlong." She pulled her hands back, and immediately the balls stopped glowing. She adjusted the balls so that two balls were in one hand as she continue, "He'll grant you any wish, the perfect wish. But," she put one finger up, "just one." "Wow! That's awesome!" "The last person who collected the Dragon Balls became a great king! But somehow, the balls scattered since then. Leaving it," she stood up and posed dramatically, "to li'l me to bring 'em back together!" He looked back down to his own ball again, then back up at the girl. "I'm betting you know what to wish for, huh?" She winked at him again, confusing the boy. "I guess you should know. I decided long ago that the perfect boyfriend would be a wish best suited for me!" She looked down at the porqupine-headed boy and held out her hand. "So, that's my story. Now, hand over the ball!" Snapped back to reality, away from the stories and legends and the girl telling it, he pulled his hands back and put them, the ball in grasp, behind his back. "No! No way!! This is all of Grampa I have left!" The girl's forwardness and headstrong attitude came back in a flash. "Give it up, you cheapskate!! What're you gonna do with it, huh!?" The boy ran outside, smiling and taunting the girl. "Nyaah!" The girl followed him, running angrily. The boy pulled his staff out of the sheath and used it to jump over the girl, landing on the edge of the well. He stuck his tongue out at her, but the girl did nothing. She was a little tired, clutching the stitch on her side and huffing for air. "What's wrong? Is that all you got?" he laughed. "I was just starting to have fun!" Fun. Something clicked. "Fun, huh?" She winked and stepped forward a bit. "You want a li'l something something in exchange huh?" She lifted up her the bottom of her skirt, revealing a pair of pearl-white panties. They were so clean they seemed to sparkle as she winked at him again. "You sure you won't give it to a cute girl like me?" The boy blinked. His insides felt funny. But still, he felt indifferent. "No." Something un-clicked. The girl dropped her hands to her side in disbelief. "Omigawd!! No fair! That always works in movies!!" He had no idea what had just happened. He leaped off the well and looked up at her. "Sorry, but it's mine." "Well," she said, closing her eyes in thought. She opened them, and the boy saw a beautiful gleam of brilliance shining from those eyes. "How about this. You help me in my quest." Images flickered before his eyes. The dreams he had the night before. The quests, adventures... something inside him was fighting to come out. "Help you with your quest?" was all that he could ask. "Sure!" She twirled around and looked up at the sky, the blue colors of the air reflecting off her eyes. "Your grandpa told you to be nice to girls, right? Besides," she turned back down to him, "you don't have anything better to do!" "I dunno--" "Come on! You're a he-man; you're supposed to love quests!" Well, that logic works. "Okay. Yeah. But I'm not giving you Grampa!" The fire in his eyes showed her that he was set on this decision. "Yeah yeah, okay. I just need to borrow it at the end though, agreed?" She stuck her hand out for him to shake. He thought about it, then smiled up at her. "Yeah, alright!" He took her hand in his and shook. Moments later, the duo walked out of the hut together, the boy with staff and Dragon Ball in hand and the Dragon Ball in a pouch under his belt. The girl walked a few steps behind, thinking to herself, pleased. Perfect. The kid will be the ideal bodyguard, and he doesn't even have to know that when the wish is granted the Dragon Balls fly off to the ends of the Earth!! She giggled. Her dark thoughts were lit up when she looked ahead to the boy. He seemed to be the kind of person to make everyone feel good, no matter what he looked like or said. "Wait," he asked, stopping to put his hands behind his head. "How are we gonna find the other balls? Do you know where they are?" "Ho ho ho, I'm not just a pretty face, you know?" She struck a pose, and added "Though I certainly am that!" She reached into the pouch on her belt and pulled out a circular-shaped device. The grid-interface beeped and booped, showing several orange dots on its screen. "Feast your peepers on this!" "My... peepers?" He looked down at his pants. "No, no!!" Blushing, she grabbed his face and made him look up at the device. "Look at this! It's a Dragon Ball locator! The Dragon Radar! You see, when my dad didn't do any experiments on it, I did and I noticed that they gave off a faint electromagnetic pulse, so I constructed this!" "So... those dots are the Dragon Balls?" he asked. She had to be impressed; he could process information pretty easily when he wasn't being naïve about it. "Right. And the closest one," she read the numbers and symbols on the radar, "is about a thousand miles." She pointed at the orange dot near the bottom of the screen. "I don't get it," he admitted, staring at the device. "I do. And because you wrecked my car," she reached into her pouch, "I'll have to take out a new one." She pulled her hand out, wiping the violent violet hair from her eyes before reaching back in. "By the way, I didn't get your name. Should've gotten it when I kinda ran you over, sorry." "Oh, ha. I'm Goku. Son Goku. My grampa named me after some guy in a book, but I can't read. What's your name?" "Well, um... My name's Bulma..." "What?!" Goku couldn't help but laugh at the name. He started laughing so hard he had to use his staff to hold himself up. "Doesn't that mean 'bloomer'? My grampa told me a story about some late bloomer he once knew long ago," he said between guffaws and hee-haws. "No, it means 'bloomers,' idiot!!" Bulma was liking Goku less and less. "Bloomers!? That's even better!!!" If he could have laughed harder, he would have. "Ugh! Twerp. I hate twerps!!" Bulma pulled out a box from her pouch and opened it, revealing two rows filled with dozens of capsules. "I'll show you, kid!" She picked out a red-colored capsule with the number nine painted on it, clicked it, and threw it at the ground. The moment it touched solid ground, it exploded in a cloud of smoke, knocking a surprised Goku on his back. When Goku sat up, he could see hidden behind the smoke gears transforming and clicking and winding and unwinding. When it cleared, there was a motorcycle with a transparent visor attached. It was white and red and pretty cool, in Goku's opinion. But... "I knew it!! You are a witch!" He leapt to his feet and pulled his staff out, aiming its tip at the machine. "Get over it, monkey king," she scoffed, getting on the bike. "Everyone in the city's got Hoi-Poi capsules -- oh, shoot. Forgot, you're not from the city." She patted the seat behind her. "Come on. Swing your little tail up here." Part of him didn't want to. It was a strange thing to him. But he had made a new friend... and he thought he saw a scene like this in his dream. In the end, he couldn't resist. Adventures awaited. With the turn of a key and the vroom of an engine, the pair zoomed off into the distance. Author's Notes These first two chapters, along with a few of the middle chapters, is/will be the hardest chapters that I have written/to write. After all, this chapter introduces us to the main characters. The inspiration for this version of the story is not only the manga (I'm basically going to condense the first 16 volumes into one fanfiction of AWESOME), but the movies "Path to Power" and "Dragonball: Evolution." Say what you will about the latter; it's probably true. But dang it, FOX promised a live action movie, they gave us one. Didn't say it would be good. Despite that, I enjoyed it and (cue enraged fanboys) will take a few ideas from the movie and place them in my story, because from a cinematic point-of-view... they work. The main reason I chose to start writing this is because despite my enjoyment, it really is one of the worst movies of all time (Wikipedia wasn't lying). This fanfic is what I envision a live-action version of our favorite franchise should be like, and though I won't be surprised if it's not what you want, I do hope you enjoy it a lot more than DB:E. I will use these "author's notes" to talk to you readers about certain aspects of the story, inspiration, why I change some things, or why I use certain names (whether the original, the Americanized, or some form inbetween). Basically, it'll be my story of how I wrote this. I will also answer questions if you have any, whether about this story or about DB in particular. I'm a geek. Whoo! I am a lazy and imperfect writer. My most common mistakes are using commas too much, and switching between past and present verb tenses. In the same sentence. Besides that, I really don't think I'm that bad. However, because I'm lazy it may take forever to finish the story (in my mind, I've planned the majority of it out, though things are subject to change). Please, inspire/convince me that the fruits of my labors are not worthless. Edited by ryanson209, Oct 15 2009, 04:28 PM.
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BattleMetal	Sep 18 2009, 11:09 PM Post #2
Posts: 596 Group: Member Member #3,821 Joined: November 24, 2008	Well chapter 1 lets us know about the events leading Piccolo Damios defeat (Demon King) and chapter 2 is worded version of the DragonBall manga. Seemed fair enough and flowed pretty good. When Goku and Bulma first meet though could you imagine watching that as a movie? it would drag on for too long with too little happening. Its charming but it really slows things down even though its the way the two characters would meet and react/ interact with each other. How do you intend to continue with this story? Are you going to write events as it is seen in the series or are you going to alter it? Its going to be a long time till we see Piccolo Damio and Goku fight if you are just writing up DragonBall in writing form if its on the former. Oh what made you want to start it off talking about dreams then jumping into random scenes? Interested to see how you proceed.
	http://dbzf.co.uk/topic/8040430/1/ Link to my DBZ fan-fic tale: Saiyans, Frieza, the Ginyu Force and other alien races and beings all chucked into the soup-pot for all out action and glory! http://dbzf.co.uk/topic/8129945/1/#new Link to a DBZ inspired story/ battle scenario that i did when i was 16 http://dbzf.co.uk/topic/8071554/1/#new Link to the Marvel/DC tale of the super-powered hereos and villians of both verses. Biggest heavy-hitters square off in an almight-free-for-all brawl!


ryanson209	Sep 18 2009, 11:45 PM Post #3
MAGICAL GIRLS REPRESENT Posts: 2,336 Group: Member Member #4,331 Joined: July 21, 2009 Favourite Anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica	It's condensed, really. I am sorry for the long, LONG version of that 2nd chapter. It's, as you said, a worded version of the first chapter. Even slight editting didn't ruin it. It's not going to be as long as the series (it's going to skip several arcs, forward to Piccolo) and several characters will be erased. I'm debating on removing Pu'ar and Oolong (and Chaozu) from the story, as they're really just there, not super important. I've planned the story either way, but without Oolong I'll need another event to replace him as it's because of him they find a Dragon Ball (although I think I've just thought of a replacement). The thing with jumping around scenes was, funnily enough, a way I though I could shorten it, which I should have just done with the second chapter 2 (and 3, and maybe more). But as this is a "novelization", it's bound to be a little more ("little"!?) in-depth and slower-paced than what the script will be, surely. I'm currently writing chapter 4, as I feel I shouldn't post chapters until I write the NEXT one. Also note that everything I write is subject to change; I may get a different idea and go back. If I do, I'll do the actual editting, but I'll post to keep everyone informed.
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ryanson209	Sep 22 2009, 06:40 AM Post #4
MAGICAL GIRLS REPRESENT Posts: 2,336 Group: Member Member #4,331 Joined: July 21, 2009 Favourite Anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica	I edited chapter 2 a bit. I took out all the really unnecessary things, but i couldn't find a way to condense the left-over dialogue. I did, however, edit some of the action to be more "cinematic," instead of revealing every little detail (the part I remember changing the most was the actual catching of the fish, including a Wizard of Oz joke I sadly had to remove). Also, I added in a reference to a DB character I WON'T be putting in this fanfic, raising it to two total. So far. I watched part 1 of the movie Path to Power as I rewrote it and took some scenes directly from it. I'm willing to take suggestions for how to work the middle of the movie, after the encounter with the Ox-King and the Kamehameha. I'm trying to work Roshi's training, Tien, Piccolo's sons, Piccolo's wish, the initial battle with Piccolo, and Piccolo's rule on Earth all in the story before Goku's training with Kami for the final battle (already planned out Goku's meeting with Kami and parts of Piccolo's rule in, as well as all of the battle; just the dialogue and explanations need work). Edited by ryanson209, Sep 22 2009, 07:00 AM.
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ryanson209	Oct 15 2009, 04:27 PM Post #5
MAGICAL GIRLS REPRESENT Posts: 2,336 Group: Member Member #4,331 Joined: July 21, 2009 Favourite Anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica	(New chapter up!! Any constructive criticism is welcome, as well as any compliments :)) Unexpected Surprises It was several hours of driving, but finally as the sun began to set Bulma slowed the bike to a stop. She set the kickstand and got off the bike, turning to look at Goku. She had to laugh at his face; he seemed to be experiencing a mixture of excitement and joy, which is always easy to read. "That thing went faster than me!!" he yelled, leaping off the side of the vehicle. "I didn't think that was possible!! Had to grab the seat in front of me, scared me so ba--" "Yeah, I think I got the point," she said, rubbing her butt. "By the way, you grab it again, you lose your hands." "Wha?" Goku tilted his head to the side, the spikes on his head bouncing slightly as he did so. "What's wrong with the seat? It was real soft--" He saw Bulma's face turn red, even in the barely lit light. "L-Let's just call it a night," she stammered. "Awright! I get the soft leaves for my bed!" He turned around, looking for some soft leaves with which to rest upon. Bulma just laughed. "As if! Can you really see me, sleeping outside? Especially in this?" She pointed to her pink shirt and skirt. "Well, you can drive in it..." Goku noted, placing his hands behind his head. "Besides, where can we sleep that's not outside? I don't see no houses out here." "Capsule time!" She said, pulling out the box from her pouch. "No way!" Goku dropped his arms to his side and stepped closer to Bulma, glancing at the inside of the box. "You're not gonna pop a house outta those... those whatcha-mah call-its!" "Hoi-Poi capsules, yeah." She pulled out a capsule with the number one on its label and walked away from the road to the grass. She began to kick the ground in the grass, finally settling on a flat area. "Seems level enough. Better clear out, monkey boy." Goku didn't need telling twice. He practically zoomed away when she threw the capsule. An explosion, a whirl of whirring and winding, and where there was once a patch of land was now a huge round house. Bulma smiled at the look on Goku's face; she felt like saying Ta-da!! "Lovely!" She placed her hand on Goku's shoulder. "Still lusting after those leaves?" Goku's eyes met Bulma's. He had never met another person, and was shocked that the first girl he'd ever met was so.. headstrong. Forward. Curvy. His grandfather had told him stories of demons and witches who were like her, leading men and boys and girls to their doom. He had to ask; he could tell by her eyes if she was lying. "Are you sure you're not a witch?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Are you still on that? Trust me, if I was a witch, you'd be the first to know." That didn't help. The moment they went inside, Bulma flipped a switch and suddenly the dark house lit up. That didn't help either. "You are a witch!! You turned night into day!!" He looked out the window, wondering how far this mysticism must have spread. Bulma simply sat down at the table in the next room, taking her scarf off and throwing it on the table. "You don't even know about lights?" She grabbed a remote device. "You've got a long way to go, Tarzan." She pointed the remote at Goku, smiling. "Turn around." She clicked the remote, and suddenly loud music came on from behind Goku. The instruments he couldn't tell though, as he had never heard anything like it before. Nineteen! You're only nineteen for God's sake, oh! You don't need a boyfriend! "Oh, no way! Move it, Goku. I love this song!! Goku turned around, and saw people in a box. It was a weird sight; people were singing and dancing and moving to the tune of the song. But how they got inside the plastic and glass box he had no idea; he had to get them out!! "Hey!" He banged on the side of the box. "Hey, you midgets, get outta that box!" Bulma smirked, humming to the tune of the song. Another week of school won't do you any good And I know how it feels to be your age. But just as the refrain began again, she smelled something she had never smelled before. Did the entire woods come into the house, animals and all? She knew it was Goku; he was the one who'd lived in the woods before this. She thought "Goku, you're stinking up the place. You need a bath!!" Goku looked back at her, curiosity in his eyes. The kind of look, she could tell, when he encountered something he didn't understand. No, she thought. It can't be. "Uh..." he tilted his head, thinking. No, no, no... She was beginning to panic. Surely, surely... "What's a bath?" he asked. No, no no NO NO NO NO!!!!!!! "You're kidding... right? Eww!!!" she pinched her nose and pretended to cry. She didn't really want to help him, but the generous person in her forced her to help. That, and she didn't want the house to stink. She walked him to the bath, gave him the grand tour, and helped him strip naked. She turned the water one and did her best to clean him without looking. "What's that in my hair?! It feels funny!!" Goku complained as she rubbed her shampoo in those porcupine quills he called hair. "Shut it. Do you know how many guys dream of me giving them a bath?" She mumbled something about "waste of my babe-itude" as she turned him around and started on his back. Then she noticed his tail. "WAAAH!!" She jumped back, crawling up on the sink in surprise. "Huh? What?" "Your tail.. I'd forgotten... about..." Bulma stuttered, staring at the long hairy appendage located above Goku's butt. "Oh. Well, it's okay. I can wash myself now," Goku replied, using his tail to pick up the washrag she was using. "What I said before about you being weird," Bulma stammered, "I take it back. Weird doesn't even cut it. Goku laughed. "Oh well." He shook his hair, spreading the water everywhere and spiking his hair back to normal. After putting his clothes back on, he left the room (probably to try and scare the "midgets" out of the TV again). Leaving plenty of time for herself to bathe, to relax in the soothing bubble bath. She washed herself, starting from her long legs. "Seriously," she began thinking aloud about her strange new companion, "is he for real? He acts like I'm some kind of witch when he's something straight out of a horror movie." Then she saw him. She could hear the Psycho violins in her head. She dunked her head, her body underwater. "Goku!! What do ya think you're looking at?!" she yelled. He didn't answer. His eyes were in the same spot any teenager's eyes would be, even though that spot was safely hidden under the bubbles and the water. "So instead of a tail, you've got something to help you balance... on top??" he asked. "Get outta here!!" She started throwing shampoo, soap, toilet paper. Anything to scare Goku into leaving the room. And luckily for him, it did. He'd never seen anything more horrifying; nothing worse than an angry woman. "You try anything like that again," she said when she was finally out of the tub (and dressed), "you're dead." She was now dressed in an over-sized pink and was brushing her violet hair with a thick-bristled comb. "I'm starving," responded Goku. "I forgot to eat that fish earlier." "Don't worry, kid. I got plenty to eat here," Bulma sighed. And that she did. From the moment he asked it, she decided to impress him and pull out food from every corner of the kitchen. Unfortunately, she'd chosen the house that hadn't been re-stocked. All she had was bread and coffee, which Goku didn't really like. "This bread stuff," he tore a chunk from the loaf of bread before him and chewed it, "is all soft and nasty. And that soup," he drank it from the cup, holding on to the handle since the cup was glass and hot, "is bitter." "Well, that soup is coffee, for one thing. Maybe if you'd learned to eat," she scoffed, "you wouldn't be such a shrimp!" "Shrimp" was an overstatement, but Goku was a tad on the small side. Most boys his age were starting to show visible muscle tones. Oh, and most boys his age also lacked tails. "Well I'm gonna go get some real food," Goku told her, grabbing his staff and sheath. After tying it around his back, he looked back at Bulma and told her "I'll be back in a few minutes!" He ran out and closed the door. Bulma sighed and opened up the cover of a magazine. "Hope he comes back." The moment she said it, someone knocked on the door. "I'm ba-a-ack!" "That was fast!" She set aside her most recent copy of Shonen Jump and jumped up to open the door. And boy does she wish she hadn't done that, because on the other side of the door was Goku. With the corpse of a wolf, a real grey wolf, in his hands. "I caught a wolf!" he said, if it weren't obvious enough. "And I got a centipede for flavor!" After a quiet outdoors meal (Bulma wouldn't let him inside), Goku opened the door inside. He knew, as did Bulma, that it was time to get ready for bed. So when he came inside, Bulma was dressed in an over-sized pink shirt and had tied up one side of her hair in a pigtail. Goku could have laughed, but then he laid his eyes on the futon next to her. Well, his animal instincts kicked in. He jumped on it, and jumped, and continued to jump. "Whoa!!" was his first response, as it should be. "This bed is so fun!!" "It's called a futon," Bulma explained, picking out a pink-colored toothbrush from her bag. "Well, this futon thing's gonna be so much fun to sleep on!" He laughed warmly. "And I haven't slept with anyone in so long!" Bulma turned and glared at him, her blue eyes suddenly icy cold. "'Slept with'...? Get real." She opened a closet and pulled out a blanket. "Here's your blanket," she dropped the blanket at her feet, "and here's the floor." Goku didn't care. The house was so cozy, it didn't matter where he slept. This was guaranteed to be a better sleep than he'd ever had back at his humble little hut. But still... "We're sleeping apart?" "Well, duh!" Bulma uncapped a tube and squeezed some of the paste onto her toothbrush. "And if you try anything, you're dead. My gun's still fully loaded." "But I always used Grampa as a pillow. He was so soft and comfy..." he sighed happily, tilting his head as he remembered. "You're not using me as a pillow, freak!" she yelled at him. And all conversation stopped for a few minutes after that. Goku simply lie down on his little blanket pile and hummed to entertain himself as Bulma brushed her teeth. Then... "So, it was just you and your grandfather?" she asked him, her mouth full of toothpaste foam. "Yep. It was just me and him. He taught me a lot, like how to hunt and fish and defend myself. He was shocked I could learn so much so fast!" Goku laughed to himself, then stopped. Bulma turned and saw a sadness enter Goku's eyes. "Until..." "Until what? What happened?" Bulma asked. Goku looked up at Bulma. "My grampa told me that the eclipse doesn't come for very long, but when it does a monster comes out and time seems to slow down. He warned me not to look at it because when you do... the monster comes and attacks you." "So he looked up, you think?" Bulma looked away, into the mirror at her reflection. "Well you're not supposed to look up at a solar eclipse anyway, but I've never heard of a monster that comes out. The only thing I've heard of that could be a monster is some Demon King, years ago." She looked at him again. "So what happened to your parents?" Goku shrugged. "I dunno. I guess they abandoned me in the mountains when I was a baby. Whatever happened, Grampa found me and decided to keep me." He laughed warmly again, in complete contrast to his mood only seconds before. Bulma spat foam into the sink and poured water into a cup. "How can you laugh about that? Maybe they abandoned you because you had a tail." "Were you abandoned because you had a fat chest?' Goku asked, tilting his head to one side. Bulma spat out water in shock and angrily turned to Goku. "Fat chest?! I swear you're saying this on purpose!!" She sighed heavily to keep her anger under control, then began sipping from her cup again. "It just so happens, I'm on summer vacation from school -- and I'm taking advantage of my break! Unlike you, I don't have all year. Just another thirty days, and I have to go back." She turned to Goku, wondering how his farm-boy mentality would process this information. Instead, she found the boy sleeping cozily, happily, on the ground. "If you ask questions, at least stay awake long enough for the answers," she yelled, clapping her hands. The lights turned off instantly, and she walked over to her bed sleepily, angrily. --------------------------------- It's early in the morning. The sun was rising. The birds were singing, the brook was bubbling. And... the monkeys were waking up. At least, the monkey boys were waking up. Goku, who was used to waking up a little later in the day, was too tired to care how dim the light was; his hut was usually that dim anyway. But when he got up to stretch a bit, he saw a sight that unknown to him would lead to a chain reaction. Bulma was deep in sleep, her legs spread wide. She clutched her blanket in her hand, which hung from the side of her bed. Her mouth was wide open, snoring softly as she dreamed pleasant dreams. Her over-sized shirt was slightly lifted up, though, revealing a pair of pearl-white panties. Of course, Goku didn't know what it was, and acted purely on how he knew the world. "Wow." He smiled to himself. "It may not be shaped like Grampa, but I can still use her as a pillow." He laughed to himself as he crawled onto the bed and he lay his head down on her panties. Thought Bulma moaned slightly, Goku himself noted nothing unusual. Nothing, except that it wasn't as good a pillow as his Grampa. He lifted his head up and looked straight into the panties. Something was odd about it; it was all flat, or so he could tell. Like when he undressed himself, he grabbed the underwear and slowly took them off, curiosity slowly taking hold of him. He threw the pair to the side, and looked back to where his eyes were first glued. And that's how Goku learned about female anatomy. But he didn't realize what he had just seen; it scared him so much, he screamed out in horror. Terror seemed to grip him from the inside out. His screaming woke Bulma up, and in her early-morning daze she knocked her shirt back over her otherwise-uncovered crotch. "Wha--!? What's wrong, pipsqueak?" she mumbled. Goku was horrified, staring at her in terror. "Th-They're g-go-gone!! Where've they g-go-gone?!" "Gone?" Bulma rubbed her eyes, thinking. Then suddenly, something clicked. "Oh mah gosh! The Dragon Balls!" She ran off into the other room, off to check on the Dragon Balls. She found out moments later that the Dragon Balls were safe from harm, and begged Goku not to bother her with his nightmares. Goku recovered moments later, finally coming to his own conclusion about what he had seen. And so Bulma sighed in relief, her greatest fear averted... for now. Author's You'll never guess what song is Bulma's favorite (at least, in this fanfic). I thought it would fit; Bulma's supposed to be a beautiful geek, and despite how that's what every one wants, it's an oddity in the real world. Three guesses on the title and artist. Anyone else get the small (miniscule, microscopic) joke, a reference to DBZ: Abridged? I didn't even catch it at first, because I added some stuff I could see her thinking. But let's see if you can catch it. I couldn't decide how to explain about Bulma; should I have her still in school, give her a limit like in the comic, or say she's such a genius she graduated early? Sure it's not important now, but it could be slightly influential of some events in the future. For now, I kept it the similar to the source material, but if I need to change it I'll make note of it in a future chapter. Yeah. I made it an eclipse instead of a full moon. Big deal. At least I didn't turn Bulma into Lara Croft. Or make Piccolo yellow. Zing! Also, this chapter is a bit risque (spelling?) in the final scene. Bulma's a girl; she's sensitive in that area. Though it may be too much, I had Goku remove her panties, I seriously thought about keeping them on. It's not too important; the importance is a future pervert character who would still be a pervert. But then I thought; a movie could still be made PG-13, and controversy could be averted by focusing... NOT on her butt. But then again, this whole story would still have to be cut down a whole lot to be made a movie. Oh yeah, and someone important would have to read it. :P ((from now on, due to the unfathomable amount of time it takes to edit it for the forum, I will simply be posting the website the story is one. Ugh.)) Edited by ryanson209, Oct 15 2009, 04:36 PM.
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