Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Justice League Gets a Monkey ❯ Auditions and Little Pink Destroyers ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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Son Goku, the Legendary Super Saiyan (according to everyone but a certain Prince), and great fighter, is many things.

Easily employable is not one of them.

While Goku's other best friend, Mrs. Bulma Briefs, is happy to provide the Sons with whatever money they need, a lack of world-shattering threat makes the times between sparring sessions painfully dull to the Super Saiyan.

Gohan has moved out, and Uub he isn't scheduled to meet for at least another five years, meaning there's no one for him to spar with and really cut loose.

But something Krillin said when they returned from that alien world he can't get out of his mind…

"I am too fragile for this stuff, Goku. That wasn't something you drag a buddy to, that was something you call up a super team for."

"A super team," Goku wonders out-loud, "Maybe I should try for one of those leagues?"

After all, they get a stipend and full benefits from what Gohan told him. And being able to bring in money would give him a better image, in his eyes and in the eyes of his wife…

His musing is ended by the sounds of a loud knocking on the door.

Bouncing out of his couch, he crosses the distance from the living room to the door in the time it takes for the first knock to end.

Opening the door, he sees no one…until he hears a cough, and looks down.

And he sees a blue skinned, pudgy alien with antennae sprouting from his big-eyed, noseless face, the ends of his ceremonial oriental robe dragging on the ground. And if that wasn't enough of a hint, flanking him is a monkey and a cricket. All of whom are not wearing happy faces.

"King Kai!" Goku exclaims, "Wow! I never knew you'd come to visit!"

"Save it, Goku," the North Kaio growls, "And step aside. We're moving in."

Goku steps aside, as large suitcases manifest out of thin air and fall into Goku's arms. The Lord of Worlds waddles past him, muttering something about ingrate students messing up his world.

"What happened?" Goku asks, his face showing all too characteristic confusion, "I used the dragonballs to bring your world back and restore you to life."

"Oh, sure you did!" Kai shouts, "But then your purple-headed friend comes to it, demanding I teach him the Spirit Bomb!"

"Purple headed…?"

"You lead GALACTUS to my world you…you…you ABSOLUTE IDIOT! When I couldn't give him what he wanted he ATE my world and sent us here! So you're dealing with us now until the Dragonballs are ready again!"

"Oh…I got your world destroyed?"

"AGAIN!"

"…sorry. Gohan's moved out and Goten's visiting him, so I guess you can stay here. I just need to run this by Chi Chi, I guess…"

On cue, Goku's wife, a black haired woman, her beauty evident despite her advancing years, walks from the ever-important kitchen at the sound of her name…and stops, seeing the…thing…talking with her husband.

"Oh, there you are," Goku says, "Chi Chi, this is King Kai. He mentored me when I was dead. The first time."

King Kai turns, waddling over, clearing his throat with a loud rattle before extending his hand upwards towards her…

And Chi Chi screams, bringing her frying pan down with full force on King Kai's head.

The Lord of Worlds, the mentor of the Genki Dama and Kaioken, the deity Kami prayed to…

Collapses like a ton of bricks.

Gregory and Bubbles look over him, King Kai emitting a wet gurgle before going silent.

"Oh my God," Gregory chirps, "She killed Kai!"

They look up at Chi Chi, who looks at them, and the fallen, unconscious sensei.

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" she demands, "I had a tentacle demon coming at me in my living room!"

Goku looks around, looks at his steaming wife, and then at the confused helpers.

"I'm going to look into those auditions now," he says, pressing his fingers to his forehead, and disappears before the situation can worsen anymore.

Silently, Captain America, sentinel of liberty and considered one of the worst people in the world to piss off, reads through the file the Avengers kept on him, the other Avengers sitting by his side at the half-circle audition table.

"Very impressive," he says, "We could definitely use someone with your power level on the team. If you have the time today, we can give you a tour of the Mansion grounds and a walk through of our procedures."

"That'd be great," Goku says with a wide, boyish smile, "Could I get something to eat, first?"

Subsequently, the Avengers leveled four different restraining orders and told him that if he ever came near the Mansion kitchen again, he'd be shot.

This was after Goku told them that Capsule Corp would pay for restocking their entire kitchen. It didn't help much, partially because they were in shock that anything could go through enough food to feed ten people for two weeks.

That put the Avengers out of the running for the superteam he'd be working for.

In the next hour, he got turned down by the Maverick Hunters, Teen Titans, Alpha Flight, and the Sailor Scouts.

The reasons were, in order, 'Too powerful,' 'Too scary/better hair than Nightwing,' 'Not Canadian,' and some reason lost in fits of laughter.

Leaving Goku pacing around the outside of the apartment building where his oldest son now lives, clad in his 'off-duty' outfit of jeans, a white shirt, and a jacket. That and his lost expression in Tokyo makes him a dead giveaway as Son Gohan exits the building, the spiky haired youth stopping in his tracks and smiling, running over to his father.

"Hey, Dad," he yells, waving, "What're you doing here?"

"I've…got a problem," Goku says, holding out his hands in exasperation, "I'm hoping you can help me with it."

"Sure thing, Dad. What's the problem?"

"I'm trying to join a superteam, but I keep getting rejected," Goku says, as the two begin walking in the direction of the school Gohan teaches at, "You're a superhero, and I know you keep trying to get on teams, so is there anyone out there you think I should try for?"

Gohan's expression turns to curious, thoughtful listening to one of confusion…and he points up.

"What does that mean?"

"It means, you should try the moon," Gohan says, "If you ask me, you're perfect material for the JLA."

Moving at invisible speeds so not to interrupt an argument between Chi Chi and King Kai, Goku flips through the papers Gohan kept in the house while he operated from there as the Great Saiyaman.

Finding the information on JLA recruitment he was looking for, he looks back to the papers to find he was moving fast enough to set them on fire via friction.

Them, and the entire file cabinet.

Shrieking in shock, he looks around, still moving fast enough to be invisible to the naked eye…and shrugs, releasing an energy blast against the wall next to it, the concussion smothering the fire…but blasting out the wall.

Which was heard by the entire house, evident by Chi Chi screaming in surprise.

Seizing up when he realizes what Chi Chi will do if he finds out about that, he teleports out before the door to the storage room can open.

"Good, this is the recruitment papers," Gohan says, sitting at the couch of his apartment, hunched over his lap top as Goku looks over his son's shoulder, "That form you got was a copy I kept from when I first tried to get them to take me on."

"You mean two months ago?"

"Yeah…yeah, two months ago."

"If they didn't go for you," Goku says, scratching his head, "Why wouldn't they reject me?"

"It's…a matter of presentation."

Two months earlier.

Clad in his green tunic and black bodysuit, hair hidden with his white long wrap and eyes hidden by shades, Son Gohan, the Great Saiyaman, leaps in front of the half-circle table that the JLA uses for auditions.

"I am the protector of the city!"

Leg up pose, arms out in crane stance.

"The defender of justice!"

Tuck leg in, arms straight forward.

"The warrior of the weak!"

Bend right leg, extend right leg all the way, chamber right hand and extend left arm in half-circle wave.

"I am the Great Saiyaman!"

Superman is struggling to keep a straight face. Aquaman is currently resting his head in his remaining hand. Wonder Woman is consciously wondering if there's any point to saving Man's World at all. Green Lantern and Flash wear matching faces of stark horror and befuddlement.

And Gohan is beaming, seeing them taken aback by his entrance.

I'm so cool, he thinks to himself.

No, you're not, a second thought track thinks, You are not cool. You are an immature young man-child with a serious Oedipus Complex. You seek to become your father, imitating him but to a ridiculous degree, trying to be recognized for what he was instead of your own merits, while romancing a woman with an undeniable resemblance to your mother. You will not seek to join the Justice League, and instead will seek therapy.

Gohan turns, and walks from the audition room.

And Green Lantern smacks Martian Manhunter on the arm.

"That was mean, J'onn."

End flashback.

Flying on his own power to the moon, Goku descends out of Super Saiyan level, landing inside the atmospheric shield of the lunar tower that is the Watchtower, home base of the Justice League, the most prestigious organization of superheroes in the solar system.

Clad in his trademark orange gi, he walks through the metal sliding doors into the lobby of the base.

Metal balls speed towards him and swerve around him, exiting through the doors. He walks past them, past a reception desk fitted with an emerald-green receptionist made out of light, past windows showing an untouched lunar surface.

And past a tall, green man with a pronounced brow and dressed in undies and a set of leather straps leading into a high-collared blue cape.

"It's a flower," he says.

Goku stops, looking around, seeing he's the only person there.

"I-I didn't say anything!"

"You were thinking it," he says, "You were wondering if it was alien bondage gear. It's a flower from Mars. My home planet. You must be Goku, we heard you were coming."

"You did? How?"

"I am an Omnipath. I can simultaneously see the surface-thoughts of every being on the planet Earth. Your thought of coming here to audition for the League stood out quite easily. You are unique. You have no hidden agendas, no shadowy thoughts you attempt to hide away. I can read you better than a book. I can read you like Cliff Notes. I think you'll be a perfect addition."

He walks past Goku, walking to the doorway Goku was heading for and opening it. Gesturing for Goku to follow, he walks through, the Saiyan trailing behind.

"So…what's the procedure for auditioning," Goku asks, "Gohan didn't tell me too much about it."

"I imagine he didn't. How is his therapy going?"

They didn't know it. Not for years.

But a single part of a molecule was left after he was destroyed.

The job wasn't finished, but it was enough to put him in shock for years.

But now, the pain has subsided. Enough energy has been gathered to restore…

And on the world of the Kaioshin, a single speck of pink rises from a long-covered crater. Lightning crackles around it, as a small crowd of lesser Kai gathers at the sight…

And the speck expands. First, into a finger. Then, from that expands a hand, and then an entire arm, all pink, the fingers crowned with angry black claws.

From the arm forms the torso, and then the other arm, legs clad in baggy white pants, feet clad in black and yellow shoes…and a large, oversized belt with a stylized M at its center…

And then, the head forms. With deep sunken black eyes, a flat nose like the air holes of a human skull, a tentacle coming from the top of its bald head…

And a mouth lined with sharp teeth.

A face the lesser Kais know…and fear.

"Buu!" one of them yells, "Call Kaioshin! It's BUU!"

Perhaps in reaction to its name, or simply from sensing living beings in its vicinity, the base, primal form of Majin Buu stirs. Roaring, the hunched over force of nature rises fully…and the Kais teleport away…as does everything else on the world.

Buu does not know it is Kaioshin's gambit, to lead it away.

Buu can only sense there is no prey…nothing to destroy. And rising up, looking up at the sky…it senses where it must go.

Earth.