Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Gaiden: The Search for Goku ❯ Start! A New Story Unfolds! ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
The following is a fan fiction based off of Akira Toriyama's Dragonball series. None of the characters are mine nor do I hold claim to any of their copyrights. Now, on with the show!
The following events take place just a few months after the initial storyline events that make up the bulk of Dragonball GT. Note: Not after the final episode which is a look into the future. This is just a forewarning as to the possible existence of spoilers for those who are unversed in the ways of GT.
Damn it. The sun is slowly rising over treetops on a slightly cold March morning. The Saiyan known as Vegeta stands near the edge of a cliff overlooking the forest below. His breath can be seen rising like steam from his mouth every time he exhales. A look of frustration adorns his face as he turns his head to spit. The warmth of the sun creeps across his head and torso, making him realize how cold the rest of his body was. Almost automatically, he zips his leather jacket all the way up and thrusts his hands into the pockets. Where the hell are you, Kakarot? This makes no sense! The confusion that befuddles him every morning once again finds its way into his mind as he turns to head inside.
Once there, he takes off the coat and sits down on the living room couch, allowing his mind to settle a bit before flicking on the television. Usually he has to get up and make his own coffee, but today he is surprised by a cup of coffee finding its way to his hands without him having to move. “Aaah, Bulma… you're up. I didn't wake you, did I?” A smirk twists his lips upwards as he asks, knowing that the answer is pretty obvious. “Well, as a matter of fact…” her hand, now free of the coffee cup it was once holding, falls back onto the mass of raven-black spiked hair on top of Vegetas head. Before she can finish her statement, the Saiyan reaches around to meet her, and as they do, they engage in a kiss. After the heartfelt sentiment, the middle-aged blue haired woman starts to walk around the couch; her robe shuffling across the floor as she makes it onto the carpeted surface in front of the couch. After sitting down, she stares in quiet at her beloved. With her usual feminine intuition she knows there's something troubling her husband and normally would just leave him alone about it because Vegeta is not known for his abilities to understand, appreciate, or accept help or concern in any way, shape or form. However this time is different and she cannot help herself… “Sweetie…” she looks meek as she gazes at the mass of muscle that is her partner “… you've been getting up early every morning and going outside. I don't like to butt my nose in, but I can't help but feel that something's wrong. Is everything okay?”
Vegeta lets out an exasperated sigh. His shoulders slump slightly as he puts his cup of coffee down on the table. He looks over to his wife and begins to speak, “I've been avoiding this topic for a while, because it brings out feelings in me I didn't know I had. It's sort of troubling…” He moves his massive frame closer to her and turns to face her. “It's Kakarot. I can't sense him. I know he's dead, but even in the otherworld a persons ki can be sensed. I mean, I can even sense Piccolo's ki in hell as we speak. I don't know if he's hiding it purposely or what…” Vegetas thoughts trail off as he begins pondering the situation but once again hits the roadblock of confusion and gives in to a headache. Seeing him rubbing his temples in frustration, Bulma quickly hops up and gets her love some aspirin, offering her apologies the whole time. “I'm sorry honey, I knew I shouldn't have brought it up, it's just…”
“Heh,” Vegeta lets out amidst squinted eyes. “It's quite alright Bulma. I'm just at the end of my rope in figuring out what to do. The only option I even think might help would be to go see King Kai; however I have no ship to get to his planet with.” With this, Bulmas eyes lit up. “I can get you a ship!” She almost drops the pills on her way back into the living room. “I…” is all she manages to get out before the Saiyan cuts her off. “Bulma,” he spoke with a stern tone, “Capsule Corp. is already in the red this year due to dwindling profits from last year. Sure, Baby trying to take over Earth caused the Corporation some problems, but let's be honest. The Corp is really in the red because of-““-of the spaceship we made for Goku, Trunks and Pan.” Bulma speaks up and finishes her spouses' sentence. “I know, I know… but…” she begins futilely, knowing Vegeta has made his mind up. A glance from him was all she needed and she quickly stopped pleading.
Placing his now empty coffee cup on the table, Vegeta stands up and stretches a bit then turns to Bulma. “I'm gonna take a shower and head out for a while. Will you be OK here with Bra?” Bulma half rolled her eyes. She knew no matter what the truth was Vegeta was going to do what he wanted to do anyway, so arguing was pointless. “Yeah, I'll be fine here.” With that, Vegeta heads up the stairs to their bedroom. As soon as the Saiyan is out of sight, the crafty housewife places a call to her office. After a password and voice recognition check to verify that she is indeed Bulma Briefs, the former president of Capsule Corporation, she is put on the line with the current president; which happens to be none other then her son Trunks. A few moments later, she hangs the phone up and goes about the day with a rather pleased smile across her face.
~*~TWO WEEKS LATER~*~
The sun is hanging high in the midday sky; the rocky landscape is perfectly bathed in its golden rays. Birds are singing and a river is flowing nearby with some wildlife drinking from it. It appears as if nothing can break the serenity which encompasses this pristine locale, nothing except maybe the crumbling and near total destruction of just one of the many stony cliffs that ornament the area. A young man, about twenty-one years old, stands in the center of a clearing facing in the direction of the rock pillar that just collapsed. He is sweating profusely, and his legs tremble under his own weight. His darkened skin seems to glisten in the rays of the sun as his black Mohawk rustles in the gentle breeze. With arms placed before him at the ready, his quickened breathing begins to slow down and assume a normal repetition. After a moment, his brow quirks and his arms lower to his sides. “NOW!” a voice calls out from the rock-strewn debris as a pillar of golden light emanates from its center. Taken aback, the young man begins to assume his defensive stance, but to no avail. A young girl, no more then sixteen, appears before him throwing a flurry of punches and kicks. With a few nimble movements and a lot of experienced blocks, the male manages to avoid any serious damage. He then executes a few hand-to-hand techniques of his own to put distance between the two. The young woman, visibly frustrated, hovers in the air a few feet and places her arms behind and above her head. Her golden locks barely contained within the blue bandanna she sports, and her clothing rustling in the force of the energy her body is giving off. Two orbs of light appear in the palms of each of her hands, as she begins to speak: “Flash…”
“That is enough, Pan.” The young male states as he pulls a small capsule out from his pocket. “What? Why?” The teen shrieks as she drops to the ground. The orbs of energy dissipate in her hands, and her hair color changes to black. “I was just getting started! Why are we stopping now? Am I too much for you?” “Overexertion is the downfall of many warriors, remember that.” was the circuitous response, given over the “BOM!” sound the capsule made upon pressing the button on the top. “Overexertion?!” the expected retort, “I was barely breaking a sweat. What're you talking about, Uub?” She was confident she knew exactly what was going on: She was more powerful then he imagined, and he was unprepared for this battle. She just wanted to hear him say it out loud. “Come on, Pan.” The youth dodged the line of questioning, “Let's eat.” After the dust settled from the capsule BOMing there was a picnic table complete with food waiting for them. She certainly IS his granddaughter. He thinks to himself as he walks next to her to the table. I had no idea it would be THIS tough. Pan takes her seat and then looks up at Uub as he crosses to the other side. He's got a bit of an ego, but he still reminds me a lot of grandpa. Am I just coming here to train with him in a vain attempt at seeing gramps again? Seeing gramps in his one and only pupil?
The two eat their lunch in veritable silence, occasionally glancing at the other, but never making eye contact. When their eyes did meet, one or the other; or sometimes both; would quickly turn away. Just before they finished, they were interrupted by a third party appearing next to the table. This man had short black hair, semi-spiked and wore glasses. He looked down at the young girl. “Pan, there you are!” He then looked at the table and at Uub on the other side and quickly let out a nervous chuckle while scratching his head. “I guess I better stop just barging in like this, huh? I might wind up seeing something I don't want to see!” Both the youngsters began blushing uncontrollably and Uub quickly gathered all of the belongings before stating: “Uhhh… I gotta go! Seeya later Pan! Goodbye Mr. Gohan!” and flew off into the distance, his ki trail acting as a dotted line to show the path of his flight which was rather crooked due to his fevered state. Gohan looked a bit shocked as he watched the young boy fly off and then glanced back down at Pan. “DAD!!” the young girl screamed, “That was like, SUPER embarrassing!” Her cheeks were still red from the blushing. The response was once again just a nervous chuckle and a scratching of the back of the head.