Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Legends: Silver Saiyan Queen ❯ Introductions ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: MysticRose 
Now we know who the "new"-comer is; and why he's here.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.07.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 401 | Status: Completed
Now we know who the "new"-comer is; and why he's here.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.07.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 401 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Nope, still dun own Dragon ball/Z/GT. ~Sighs~ Sucks don't it? ~Hangs head and shoulders and trudges off somewhere~
Don't have anything to say this go around. Just enjoy.
Introductions
The silence reigned supreme over the room; everyone lost in their own thoughts and/or still in shock that Pan was to become the most powerful warrior in the universe. The silence lasted for seemingly eternal moments until Bulma came in and asked if anyone wanted any breakfast. All the humans, 18, and Piccolo refused, saying they had already eaten, and decided that they were all going to go back to their homes since there was no threat to worry about. All the Saiyans accepted except Vegeta and Pan, who were still very caught up in their thoughts. Bulma frowned at the desolate expression on her husband's face, but decided not to ask about it just yet and went to call the robots that had prepared the enormous meal for her guests.
Shortly after the bots came in and deposited the food and plates, and after all the unoccupied Saiyans were stuffing their faces; Bulma opened her mouth to ask Vegeta what was wrong. She wasn't able to get a word out though, because Goku suddenly stopped stuffing his face and absently looked out a window as if searching for something. All eyes locked on him.
"Do you sense that?" he asked.
All eyes, save Bulma's, turned toward the window as they reached out with their senses.
"Someone's coming," Trunks stated simply.
"Doesn't feel very strong though," Gohan said.
"Yeah, it doesn't even seem like it's strong enough to enable him to fly," Goten agreed.
"He's hiding his power," Vegeta responded coolly.
"Hmmmm, I think he may be a little bit afraid of us. It took him a while before he began to move, and he IS coming at a slow rate," Goku reasoned, looking at Vegeta.
Vegeta smirked, "Then he's smarter than most of the enemies we've faced. He's probably waiting to see how strong we are first and is making himself seem weak so he can get to us."
"Now don't jump to conclusions, Vegeta," Gohan cut in. "We don't know if he's an enemy or not."
"Well, we're about to find out," Trunks got in before Vegeta could retaliate, "he's getting closer."
"Should we go outside to meet him? Or shall we see if he's gonna knock first and let one of the bots lead him in?" Pan asked.
"Why don't one of us go meet him, see if it's safe to let him in, and then lead him up here," Trunks suggested.
"Alright," Goku agreed happily. "Gohan, why don't you and I go meet him? You can talk to him, and I'll be there to back you up in case he tries to start something," he grinned.
Gohan nodded his head, "Alright, lets go greet him then."
They both got up, and went out the balcony door go meet and greet the newcomer.
He was flying through the air slowly when he felt several of the ki's leave the location that they were previously gathered. He paused for a minute, used his senses to see how many were left.
"Fon. At least the odds are a little better now," he said to himself //five(5)//.
He continued in the direction he had been going in when suddenly, a large green, purple and white figure appeared directly in his path. He blinked at the green creature that had to be at least a foot and a half taller than him.
//A/N: anyone know how tall Piccolo really is? And Goku? My characters at 6'3". I dunno why but I think it should be important in the first impressions.//
"Ummmmmm, fallon. Ra coma in Sarrow. Manton in sora?" he asked, looking Piccolo up and down.
Piccolo blinked. "I don't suppose you know basic, do you?" he asked.
He smiled, "Good, you speak a language I know. That's great, I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to communicate with anyone here."
Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest. "Well I'm glad that makes you happy, Saiyan, but that doesn't explain why you're here."
His smile flickered for a moment before coming right back. "I see you know of my species at least," he stopped to think about that for a second. "Though that may not be such a good thing," he pondered over that for a few moments more.
Piccolo growled, growing impatient. "You still haven't told me why you're here," he said forcefully.
"Oh, I'm sorry. What I said earlier was 'Hello. My name is Sarrow. What is yours?'" this time, he gave a full-fledged grin.
Piccolo growled again. "I didn't ask for your name. I asked you why you were here. Tell me, before I decided to force it out of you."
Sarrow frowned, "Now that's not very nice. I very politely ask for your name and you growl at me. Do you have no manners on this planet?" he asked, crossing his own arms over his heavily muscled, armor plated, chest.
With this, Piccolo had finally lost his temper and was about to yell at or beat this strange Saiyan, when Goku and Gohan popped right in between them, startling both.
"Motra doma sor yomas bona tess?" Sarrow asked, thoroughly impressed.
Goku and Gohan blinked at him.
"Huh?" Goku asked.
"How are you people doing this?" Sarrow repeated. "How do you do that...that...suddenly appearing thing? It's awesome!" he grinned. "I'd love to learn how, if you think you could teach it to me."
Goku smiled back at him. "It's called Instant Transmission, and I don't see why I couldn't," he answered. "My name's Goku, and this is my oldest son, Gohan. I see you've met Piccolo."
"Actually," Sarrow replied, shaking their hands, "he had yet to tell me his name. He seemed to think it was better manners on his part to pester me about why I was here." He smiled at them, showing them his good humor.
"Why are you here?" Gohan asked. "I see that you're a Saiyan, but we were under the impression that we were the last ones left."
Sarrow suddenly paled. "Th-the l-last ones?" he asked softly. "You mean, jus-just the two of you?" he asked sadly. "But...but what about the Queen?"
Goku and Gohan looked at him worriedly.
"There's more than just the two of us, but the Queen's been dead since before the planet was destroyed I think. You'll have to ask Vegeta to be sure," Goku answered him.
"More than just the two of you? So, there is a female left then?" he looked at them hopefully.
Now Gohan looked worried. "There's Bra and my daughter, but they're not full-bloods. Bra's half Saiyan, and Pan's just a forth."
Sarrow looked confused. "Demi-Saiyans?" Then he looked relieved, "But there are females. Super Saiyan females by chance?" He looked hopeful again.
Something suddenly clicked in Goku's head. "Oh, PAN!!" he yelled suddenly. "He's looking for Pan!"
"WHAT!? What do you mean he's looking for Pan!? He doesn't even know Pan!!" Gohan rounded on his father.
Goku backed off a little bit, raising his hands in defense. "He's looking for a Super Saiyan Queen, Gohan. Like the one we saw in our dream."
Sarrow startled them all by suddenly yelling out joyfully in Saiyago. He jumped about in the air, before grabbing Goku and firing questions at him, still in Saiyago, one after the other with, seemingly, no breaths in between.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Goku exclaimed, trying to get loose. "I don't understand you. Could you, please calm down?"
"Dana, dana. I mean, sorry," he breathed, trying to catch his breath again. "Could you take me to our Queen? I must speak with her. To explain. And to find out what happened during the centuries I was in stasis lock."
The others blinked. "Centuries?" Gohan asked, then shook his head. "Never mind. Let's just take him back to Capsule Corp. We can all tell our stories there."
Gohan then looked to Piccolo. "Umm, Piccolo, no offense, but I think you should wait this one out. This seems to be a Saiyan thing, and I think it would be a good idea if we figured this out on our own. I promise we'll fill everyone in once we get this straightened out, though."
Piccolo sighed, but agreed and flew off into the distance.
"Alright, Dad. Let's get back to Capsule Corp. before Vegeta gets impatient and comes after us. Sarrow, right?" Sarrow nodded. "Ok, put your hand on Dad's shoulder so that he can Instant transmit us there," he explained putting his own hand on a shoulder.
Sarrow nodded again, and did as he was told.
"Ok, everybody ready?" Goku asked. Both nodded, then all three disappeared.
There!! Yay!! I produced a good chappie despite the writers block that threatened me when I began this chapter. At least, I think it's good, but that's ya'll's decision to make. Oh, this will be a while in coming, but I need a bad character. I don't know whether I want to bring in an old enemy, or two or so on, or if I want to create a new one, or ones. Any suggestions would be appreciated, and I will give credit to whomever's idea I use. Thank ya'll very much. ^_^ Please Review!
Don't have anything to say this go around. Just enjoy.
Introductions
The silence reigned supreme over the room; everyone lost in their own thoughts and/or still in shock that Pan was to become the most powerful warrior in the universe. The silence lasted for seemingly eternal moments until Bulma came in and asked if anyone wanted any breakfast. All the humans, 18, and Piccolo refused, saying they had already eaten, and decided that they were all going to go back to their homes since there was no threat to worry about. All the Saiyans accepted except Vegeta and Pan, who were still very caught up in their thoughts. Bulma frowned at the desolate expression on her husband's face, but decided not to ask about it just yet and went to call the robots that had prepared the enormous meal for her guests.
Shortly after the bots came in and deposited the food and plates, and after all the unoccupied Saiyans were stuffing their faces; Bulma opened her mouth to ask Vegeta what was wrong. She wasn't able to get a word out though, because Goku suddenly stopped stuffing his face and absently looked out a window as if searching for something. All eyes locked on him.
"Do you sense that?" he asked.
All eyes, save Bulma's, turned toward the window as they reached out with their senses.
"Someone's coming," Trunks stated simply.
"Doesn't feel very strong though," Gohan said.
"Yeah, it doesn't even seem like it's strong enough to enable him to fly," Goten agreed.
"He's hiding his power," Vegeta responded coolly.
"Hmmmm, I think he may be a little bit afraid of us. It took him a while before he began to move, and he IS coming at a slow rate," Goku reasoned, looking at Vegeta.
Vegeta smirked, "Then he's smarter than most of the enemies we've faced. He's probably waiting to see how strong we are first and is making himself seem weak so he can get to us."
"Now don't jump to conclusions, Vegeta," Gohan cut in. "We don't know if he's an enemy or not."
"Well, we're about to find out," Trunks got in before Vegeta could retaliate, "he's getting closer."
"Should we go outside to meet him? Or shall we see if he's gonna knock first and let one of the bots lead him in?" Pan asked.
"Why don't one of us go meet him, see if it's safe to let him in, and then lead him up here," Trunks suggested.
"Alright," Goku agreed happily. "Gohan, why don't you and I go meet him? You can talk to him, and I'll be there to back you up in case he tries to start something," he grinned.
Gohan nodded his head, "Alright, lets go greet him then."
They both got up, and went out the balcony door go meet and greet the newcomer.
He was flying through the air slowly when he felt several of the ki's leave the location that they were previously gathered. He paused for a minute, used his senses to see how many were left.
"Fon. At least the odds are a little better now," he said to himself //five(5)//.
He continued in the direction he had been going in when suddenly, a large green, purple and white figure appeared directly in his path. He blinked at the green creature that had to be at least a foot and a half taller than him.
//A/N: anyone know how tall Piccolo really is? And Goku? My characters at 6'3". I dunno why but I think it should be important in the first impressions.//
"Ummmmmm, fallon. Ra coma in Sarrow. Manton in sora?" he asked, looking Piccolo up and down.
Piccolo blinked. "I don't suppose you know basic, do you?" he asked.
He smiled, "Good, you speak a language I know. That's great, I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to communicate with anyone here."
Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest. "Well I'm glad that makes you happy, Saiyan, but that doesn't explain why you're here."
His smile flickered for a moment before coming right back. "I see you know of my species at least," he stopped to think about that for a second. "Though that may not be such a good thing," he pondered over that for a few moments more.
Piccolo growled, growing impatient. "You still haven't told me why you're here," he said forcefully.
"Oh, I'm sorry. What I said earlier was 'Hello. My name is Sarrow. What is yours?'" this time, he gave a full-fledged grin.
Piccolo growled again. "I didn't ask for your name. I asked you why you were here. Tell me, before I decided to force it out of you."
Sarrow frowned, "Now that's not very nice. I very politely ask for your name and you growl at me. Do you have no manners on this planet?" he asked, crossing his own arms over his heavily muscled, armor plated, chest.
With this, Piccolo had finally lost his temper and was about to yell at or beat this strange Saiyan, when Goku and Gohan popped right in between them, startling both.
"Motra doma sor yomas bona tess?" Sarrow asked, thoroughly impressed.
Goku and Gohan blinked at him.
"Huh?" Goku asked.
"How are you people doing this?" Sarrow repeated. "How do you do that...that...suddenly appearing thing? It's awesome!" he grinned. "I'd love to learn how, if you think you could teach it to me."
Goku smiled back at him. "It's called Instant Transmission, and I don't see why I couldn't," he answered. "My name's Goku, and this is my oldest son, Gohan. I see you've met Piccolo."
"Actually," Sarrow replied, shaking their hands, "he had yet to tell me his name. He seemed to think it was better manners on his part to pester me about why I was here." He smiled at them, showing them his good humor.
"Why are you here?" Gohan asked. "I see that you're a Saiyan, but we were under the impression that we were the last ones left."
Sarrow suddenly paled. "Th-the l-last ones?" he asked softly. "You mean, jus-just the two of you?" he asked sadly. "But...but what about the Queen?"
Goku and Gohan looked at him worriedly.
"There's more than just the two of us, but the Queen's been dead since before the planet was destroyed I think. You'll have to ask Vegeta to be sure," Goku answered him.
"More than just the two of you? So, there is a female left then?" he looked at them hopefully.
Now Gohan looked worried. "There's Bra and my daughter, but they're not full-bloods. Bra's half Saiyan, and Pan's just a forth."
Sarrow looked confused. "Demi-Saiyans?" Then he looked relieved, "But there are females. Super Saiyan females by chance?" He looked hopeful again.
Something suddenly clicked in Goku's head. "Oh, PAN!!" he yelled suddenly. "He's looking for Pan!"
"WHAT!? What do you mean he's looking for Pan!? He doesn't even know Pan!!" Gohan rounded on his father.
Goku backed off a little bit, raising his hands in defense. "He's looking for a Super Saiyan Queen, Gohan. Like the one we saw in our dream."
Sarrow startled them all by suddenly yelling out joyfully in Saiyago. He jumped about in the air, before grabbing Goku and firing questions at him, still in Saiyago, one after the other with, seemingly, no breaths in between.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Goku exclaimed, trying to get loose. "I don't understand you. Could you, please calm down?"
"Dana, dana. I mean, sorry," he breathed, trying to catch his breath again. "Could you take me to our Queen? I must speak with her. To explain. And to find out what happened during the centuries I was in stasis lock."
The others blinked. "Centuries?" Gohan asked, then shook his head. "Never mind. Let's just take him back to Capsule Corp. We can all tell our stories there."
Gohan then looked to Piccolo. "Umm, Piccolo, no offense, but I think you should wait this one out. This seems to be a Saiyan thing, and I think it would be a good idea if we figured this out on our own. I promise we'll fill everyone in once we get this straightened out, though."
Piccolo sighed, but agreed and flew off into the distance.
"Alright, Dad. Let's get back to Capsule Corp. before Vegeta gets impatient and comes after us. Sarrow, right?" Sarrow nodded. "Ok, put your hand on Dad's shoulder so that he can Instant transmit us there," he explained putting his own hand on a shoulder.
Sarrow nodded again, and did as he was told.
"Ok, everybody ready?" Goku asked. Both nodded, then all three disappeared.
There!! Yay!! I produced a good chappie despite the writers block that threatened me when I began this chapter. At least, I think it's good, but that's ya'll's decision to make. Oh, this will be a while in coming, but I need a bad character. I don't know whether I want to bring in an old enemy, or two or so on, or if I want to create a new one, or ones. Any suggestions would be appreciated, and I will give credit to whomever's idea I use. Thank ya'll very much. ^_^ Please Review!