Makafushigi Adventure
By: RisanF
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball and all characters within are the property of Akira Toriyama, TOEI ANIMATION, and various other companies. I am using them without permission, and I am making no money off of them.
Legend:
( ) Denotes thoughts.
Tale 2: The Adventure Begins!
*****
The open sea was torn to shreds as the tight little air-coupe rushed over the waters, splitting them into jagged blades. The clear blue sky welcomed its approach as it zoomed towards the horizon, where their adventure would begin.
"I still can't believe it!" Yamcha exclaimed as he guided the car's path over the ocean. "After all this time, we're finally going on another hunt."
"It's been a long time," Goku agreed somewhat distractedly, staring at the sea behind him. "A long time…"
The talk he had with Chichi had been awkward and confusing. She had been bothered by something, that he was sure of. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't pinpoint the cause. He tried his best to think about what was bothering her, but he realized he didn't have a clue.
The thought train turning futile, he dropped it altogether. "Wonder how everyone's been doin'?" he said instead, opting for more pleasant talk.
"Search me," Yamcha shrugged nonchalantly. "I just told them to meet us at Kame- House, so I really don't have any idea myself."
"We considered ourselves lucky just to get a hold of them," Puar, the shape-shifting cat, popped up from the back. "We didn't bother with too much small-talk."
"Right," Yamcha nodded his head, keeping his eyes on the sea before them.
After crossing a few more leagues, he made a small turn, taking the coupe southeastwards. In a few minutes, they would reach the lower hemisphere and the small patch of islands within.
"I spent the last week getting in touch with all our old group." Yamcha continued. "It got real tough sometimes, especially when you had reach places like Kame House.
"Wow," Goku's eyes widened "I guess you guys have been busy, huh?"
"Yamcha and I've been real busy!" Puar piped up, coming up from behind Goku's seat. "We weren't even sure we'd be able to go, what with Yamcha's pro baseball and all!"
"Yeah, you never explained how you got away from that," Goku said, his eyes questioning. "It must've been tough, seeing as the season ain't over yet."
"Yeah well, it helps if you have help in the right places…" Yamcha winked, then turned behind him briefly. "Puar! Show 'em!"
"Right!" The cat-creature hopped up a bit from his seat. "MANAGER!" he called out, and a small burst of smoke filled the cruiser. When it was over, a seedy, 30ish baseball manager stood in place of Puar.
"I'm not going to have my best player worn out!" Puar/Manager growled out, doing his best to emulate a manager's snarling snap. "If Yamcha wants vacation time, Yamcha gets vacation time!" He spat in a cup for good measure.
Goku burst out laughing, snorting like a hyena. "Man, you guys are too much!" he managed to get out, before being taken over with mirth once again. Yamcha joined in, adding his odd chortles to Goku's.
"What's so funny?" Puar demanded, his pride wounded. "I thought my impression was right on!" However, Puar was desperately trying to contain his own laughter. When he viewed the expressions on Goku and Yamcha's face, he started to let out small chuckles.
Goku saw this, and morphed his face into an exaggerated scowl. "If Yamcha wants vacation time, Yamcha gets vacation time!" Goku hooted, imitating Puar's squeaky chirp.
That was it for Puar. Giving up his front, he let out a fit of giggles, right before he burst into loud guffaws. He had no idea what he was a laughing at now: himself, Goku's ridiculous attempt at a scowl, or the entire situation. And neither did Goku or Yamcha.
So the three of them continued laughing, as their craft headed to their destination.
*****
On a tiny island in the middle of nowhere, the threesome headed to a tiny house in the center.
Yamcha knocked on the door lightly, and waited a moment. When he got no response, he knocked again.
"That old geezer," Yamcha muttered. "I'll bet he's watchin' the aerobics channel again."
"You know how hard it is to get his attention when he's 'busy.' Puar reminded Yamcha sternly.
"Let me try," Goku said, walking up to the door. He clenched his fist as if to knock, then proceeded to pound on the door.
"HEY OLD TIMER!!!" he screamed, slamming his fist again and again. "IT'S US! WE'RE HERE!!!" The door was starting to weaken with the pressure of the blows. Splinters of wood sprayed from the growing impression into the air.
Just as the door was about to collapse, Kame Sennin. "All right, ALL RIGHT!" he hollered out at Goku. "What IS it?"
"Hey, old timer!" he greeted him casually, as if nothing was wrong whatsoever.
"For Kami's sake Goku, can't you leave a dying man in peace?" the Turtle Hermit complained to the unrepentant man before him. "The nerve of you young' uns, interrupting me in the middle of my 'workout!'"
"Sorry!" Goku apologized as he followed the old man in. Behind them, Yamcha and Puar stood transfixed in shock.
"Well, that'll work…" Yamcha sweatdropped. Puar just stared on, transfixed in shock. When they recovered a moment later, they headed on in.
The floor of Kame House was littered with various articles, including hentai magazines, women's lingerie catalogs, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, and just about anything featuring a hot girl in little or no clothing.
In front of the TV was a small pig-like creature, watching the images intently. Upon taking a second look, Goku could see that this was the aerobics program that Roshi mentioned earlier. (I wonder why Oolong's watching this?) He thought to himself. I mean, it's not like he works out or anything…
Oolong turned to the others and favored them with a scowl. "About time you slow pokes got here!" he barked out. "I'm getting stir crazy in this hut!"
"Give us a break!" Yamcha retorted. " We got here as fast as we could!"
"Sure, whatever," he mumbled, turning back to the screen. "Oh, well." Oolong said, his spirits brightening. At least I had the ladies to keep me company!" The pig let out a cackling laugh as be bounced up and down with the aerobics instructor.
"Yeach!" Puar muttered under his breath. He then took Yamcha aside. "I can't believe you invited that dope, Yamcha!" he whispered harshly as soon he was out of earshot.
"Hey, he was one of the guys!" Yamcha defended himself, taking an offended air. "I can't just ditch him. Besides, it just wouldn't be the same without him!"
"Yeah, we wouldn't have the police chasing us down for those panties he stole," Puar sneered.
"Actually, I'm kinda wondering why he wanted to go at all," Goku entered in. "Doesn't he hate traveling?"
"Hah!" Yamcha let out a rough laugh. "Once he heard that Bulma was coming, the leach was off like a rocket!"
"That perv!" Puar growled, clenching his tiny paws.
"What would he want with Bulma?" Goku asked, scratching his head. "I thought he didn't like her."
"Never mind," Yamcha sighed, turning away from his dense friend. Goku just stood there, blinking, then decided that he would head to the fridge for a snack. Opening its door, he took out a dish of salami, a leaf of lettuce, a loaf of bread, some salt and pepper, a quart of Mayo…
9"Well, aren't you going to say 'hi?'" A woman's voice sounded from behind him.
"Bulma!" Goku dropped the condiments and turned around to greet his friend.
"I see you're already into the fridge." Bulma quipped, walking up to him. "Can't you wait for anything?"
"Well, you know me," Goku chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Always like to get a head start on things," She laughed at that, and Goku smiled.
He took a closer look at her. Bulma really hadn't changed much since he last saw her. She had taken to wearing her hair at about shoulder length. But, other than that, she looked pretty much the same as she always did.
"Look's like your friends are having a good time," Bulma pointed at the group watching the TV. Yamcha, in spite of himself, had managed to get hooked into the workout program. His eyes bounced in time to the aerobics instructor's squats, as if hypnotized. Puar was desperately trying to drag him away, to no avail.
"Allow me," she pushed him aside gently, and cupped her hands to her mouth. "HEY PERVERTS!!! LET'S GO!!!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs.
The entire room was silent as they stared at her. Slowly, one by one, they all got up from their seats and, in single file, they went out the door.
"See?" Bulma winked as she walked out of the hut. "Nothing to it!"
Goku stood there a moment, watching her go. Then a small smile appeared on his face as he followed her.
(Nope, hasn't changed a bit.)
*****
The group of four stood alongside the house as Bulma prepped up their ride. Each had a different expression on their face, but the general feeling was the same. Goku's face was lit with a cheerful grin that as he looked on.
Yamcha crossed his arms in an I'm-too-cool-to-be-excited manner, but the light in his eyes shone through the façade. Oolong was snorting with anticipation of the awaiting spoils. And Puar was jumping up and down, slightly hyper with eagerness.
Soon, a vehicle swooped in from the left, hovering over the beach. It was a standard Capsule Corp jet, capable of seating 5 to 6 persons. It was small, but Bulma had assured them that it would seat them all comfortably.
"Everyone ready to go?" she called out to the gang.
"Yup!" Goku said.
"Set!" Yamcha smirked.
"Sure," Oolong snorted.
"Yeah!" Puar squealed.
They all raced toward the vehicle.
"Mind if I join you?" A voice suddenly called from the blue, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of burning ki. All of them turned their head in the direction, and were witness to the arrival of a young boy in his late teens. Due to the amount of ki that radiated from him, the boy had obviously been flying at a high speed. His blue cardigan rustled in the wind, as did the lavender hair that framed his sharp features. Sapphire green eyes beheld the subtle wisdom of one twice his age. But his most unmistakable feature was the shining sword that lie pinned to his backside, waiting inside its sheath for the day it would be used again.
Mirai Trunks.
"Trunks!" Bulma rushed forward and hugged her son from the future, who embraced her with equal affection. "What are you doing here?" she asked once she released him.
"I thought I'd visit my friends in the past," Trunks explained, settling into a relaxed position. "Since defeating the Androids, I've had a bit of free time. And since our timelines no longer affect each other, I thought I'd spend my vacation hanging out with you guys.
"That's great, Trunks!" Goku said, walking up to his pal. "Hey listen, we're heading on a big adventure…"
"Dragon Ball hunt, I know." Trunk's interrupted deftly. "I heard about it from Grandma."
"So, you want to come along?" Bulma said, "I'm sure we can squeeze you in."
"Sounds cool," Trunks responded calmly. "If no one cares, I'm in."
"What do you think, guys?" Bulma asked the group. "Can Trunks come with us?"
"That's cool with me," Yamcha shrugged.
"I guess I can't complain." Oolong harrumphed.
"Sure, no problem!" Puar jumped up, smiling.
"All right!" she nodded, then waved her hand to the jet. "Then let's pack in!"
One moment later the six adventurers were tucked inside the vehicle. With the new addition it was a bit cramped, but no one was too uncomfortable.
At the helm, Bulma flicked the starter, and the jet's motor started humming. The sound of hydraulics resounded through the island. And a moment later, a burst of blue fire propelled the vessel outwards into the air.
"Let's go!" she cried out to the open skies.
And the hunt began.
Authors Notes: Oh, and by the way, I'll be referring to Puar as a 'he.' I'm doing this because, quite frankly, I have no idea what 'his' sex is.
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