A/N: DB/Z/GT is owned by Akira Toriyama only.
-I Pray-
The mild blow from the wind gently caressed the plains of the desert land and swept the sand grains away with little force. In the distance, a small village could be seen, the humid sun reflecting its rays off of the small stream that was positioned there. It dried out during the hottest times of the year. Then it was up to the villagers to go in search for water across the deadly deserts and to the city of Toegune, the main city of Korane. But out in the desert, the poorest of people were left, surviving on cattle and living off what food they could find upon the dry hot land.
The village's welcome sign blew slightly in the wind, the many straw houses, standing small and quiet. The village only had a population of fifty, maybe less. But it was a fact, that they were dying out. They were poor, un-wealthy, and un-able to provide many simple things. Money was something they didn't have much of, and though some of them worked in the far off city or others took care of the cattle, most were jobless and moneyless. But it didn't stop many from living their life.
Children, though without toys and decent clothes, still ran about playing games with each other, enjoying their childhood as best they could. The women of the village would sew and make mats and maybe even clothes if they had enough money to buy the material. They would also send such things to the city to be sold at the weekly market. The men were usually out and about with the cattle, some working daily down the city, the others left to find chores or help out with young children. But to the people who lived here, being poor was just a title. It didn't stop them from trying…it didn't stop them from giving up on life. Faith was always there, faith and belief. Well…in one young man's heart there was…
A large stack of wood was perched upon his left shoulder, the sweat pouring down his forehead as he carried them around the side of his small hut. He dumped then thankfully, enjoying the lightness on his shoulders. The winter was coming in, and although the days were quite warm, the nights were unbelievably cold and his job in the neighbourhood was to collect the wood, chop it and store it. That and taking it to some houses. He usually did this for the elders of the village who obviously couldn't do it themselves. But it was a pain having to go out and find the wood. Some days he would be searching for hours for the trees were weak, and there weren't many around.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a sigh. It sure was hot he thought as he ran his large hand through his crazy mane of black hair. He soon grasped his cutting axe, one his grandfather used long ago, and began to cut down the large pieces of timber.
"Goku" came a call. He stopped cutting and turned around with a smile.
"Hey Krillin" he chirped. His face dirty and sweaty yet happy.
"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt but I could really use your help"
"Sure, no problem" Goku told him as he put down the axe and followed Krillin. The small monk like man lead Goku to the main square as they called it, where many villagers stood circling the well.
"What's up?" Goku questioned Krillin.
"The well has dried up slightly again. We need someone big and strong to go down and fix it" Krillin told him. Goku nodded.
"Okay" he said. The two pushed through the crowd, some of the happy to see Goku, the kids cheering at him. He was well known amongst them, especially the children. He would teach them how to hunt and defend themselves, and teach them about many things on the land.
"Yay! Goku are you going to fix it?" asked a small boy with rough brown hair.
"I'll try my best kiddo" he told him. Krillin couldn't help but laugh. Goku was only 18 himself, yet he referred to the boy as kiddo. Goku climbed over the small wall of the well and with the help of the bucket rope he climbed down into it, the bottom only inches away.
It wasn't long after when he reached the bottom and fixed the problem, allowing the small water there was to seep out through the mud. He smiled, the ones above him applauding as he climbed back up the strong rope.
Less than an hour later he found himself back chopping firewood down the side of his house with his large axe. He chopped away, the day's heat not getting to him as he resumed cutting branch after branch.
"Working again" a young woman's voice asked behind him. He stood up and turned around, the axe still in his muscular hand.
"Hey" he chirped with a smile upon his face.
"Do you ever take a break?" she asked walking up to him, her clothes just as torn and poor as his, her hair dark and long, pulled up into a pony half way up her head.
"No rest for the wicked" he told her with a wink. She laughed at him, "So how's your dad these days?" he asked her, chopping another bit of wood.
"Well…he's doing a bit better I guess" she told him. He stood back up and turned to face her.
"Hey, Chi, you shouldn't worry so much about your dad. He's a strong man, and I know he'll get through this. He's just a little under the weather"
"I know but…he's just so not himself in so many ways. I'm just really worried about him and there's not much I can do for him" Goku placed his hand on her small shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Hey, you're bound to be worried. He's your dad after all. You just gotta stay positive and keep your chin up okay" he said playfully punching her soft cheek. She laughed lightly.
"I guess so"
"Good! That's what I want to hear" he said with a smile.
"Hey Chi! You coming or what?" called a blue haired girl, a blonde haired one next to her. Chichi rolled her eyes.
"Sun bathing again?" he questioned.
"I don't know what it is with her, but all she wants to do in her free time is bathe and lounge around in the sun" Her, as in Bulma Briefs…she lived with her mom and dad in probably the biggest hut, being the wealthiest of the village. She was a chatty girl, in a strong relationship with Goku's close friend Yamcha and she was a nice girl…sometimes.
"Darn…if I wasn't so busy I'd gladly come and watch" Chichi hit his arm playfully.
"You wish" she said walking off.
"I do!" he returned. She waved and ran off to catch up with the girls, leaving Goku laughing. She was a great friend, always there for him. She was someone he could always rely on.
He finished up for the day and headed inside to clean up. He entered the small hut, only 3 rooms included, one being the bedroom. He went to his closet and changer his top, the sweat and dirt too obvious as he chucked it to the ground. After pulling on a fresh one he went out into the kitchen area. It was small with just a small table, a counter and a fridge. But it suited him. He took out some cold water he stored from the well and drunk it gratefully. They may have a small stream not so far away, but it wasn't something to rely on. It only worked during December, otherwise it dried up. Luckily the well had some shade so it was more likely to stay shaded to protect the water.
Not long after, he found himself wandering the path that run between the small houses, before it came to the village square where the cattle were and the small water well. He looked around him, little children running about playing hide and seek, the few women hanging out washing from cleaning them at the well. He smiled as he saw a middle aged woman come out of her house, a few month old baby in her arms.
"Hello Goku, how are you today?" she asked him gently, the baby in her arms cooing.
"I'm great Kayshee, how about you?" he asked, poking at the baby making him laugh and squeal, "Getting big now isn't he?"
"He sure is, and he's quite the eater" Goku laughed.
"Nothing wrong with that is there Chai?" he asked the baby. Kayshee only laughed.
"Goku!" called a child's voice. Goku turned around to find a small boy running up to him, a large smile on his dirty grubby face.
"Hey Hector, what's up?" he asked the seven year old, giving him a high five.
"Not much, just been playing hide and seek. They still aint found me yet" he said with a chuckle. Goku ruffled his hair.
"Not for long" he said. Hector turned around and screamed as he saw his friends running to get him and so he ran off. Goku laughed before bidding goodbye to Kayshee and walking off. He thought he would visit Yamcha for a bit, just to see what he was up to. He was probably sleeping. That's what he usually did anyway.
As Goku neared the end of the street way, the sound of rumbling was able to suddenly be heard from behind him. He stopped and turned back around, his eyes scanning the area. He peered up into the blue sky, the rumbling louder, and in the distance, black flying shapes were coming this way.
They were getting closer and louder, the villagers becoming curious as one by one they came out into the open to view the skies. Goku squinted, trying to comprehend what they were.
"Are they helicopters?" asked a nearby man. Goku shrugged.
"I'm not sure. They could be. If they are what are they doing out here?" He asked himself.
"Good question" the taller man said. As they got closer, it was clear they were helicopters, and hell there had to be at least 12 of them. What in Kami's name would 12 helicopters be doing all the way out here? At first he thought they were travelling to the city or maybe to another far off land, but when one suddenly dropped a bomb on them…he wasn't so sure anymore…
Yes! A new story by me! WOOHOO! Lmao, I hope you like it so far. I've had this idea for months now! So I finally began it and posted it. I hope you liked it and I hope you review. I have to know if this is a good idea and whether I should continue it. If it is crap, don't be afraid to tell me so okay
Kami bless XxX