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Dragonball Z: What If It Was Real?
Another Fan Fiction by Alex Tucker (Shaelasche)

“DO YOU HAVE RENT THIS WEEK, PEARSE!?!?” a muscular man, around fifty years old, yelled through the apartment with a thick, salivated Russian accent as he waddled into the dining area. The apartment was small, without many occupants, so almost everyone ate their meals together at the same time, with the tenants cooking in shifts. The dining area was a large room, the largest in the complex, situated in the middle of the first floor. There were only three floors to the apartment complex, so it was never a big trek to get there.
Danté looked down at his plate, as if the scrambled eggs could hide him from the ex-mob boss/landlord. This happened every week. Danté was late with payment (only by a day or two!) and every Wednesday at breakfast, that shockingly loud voice echoed through the halls into the dining chamber. Everyone in the room knew that it was coming, but that didn't stop them all from jumping each time they heard it.
“PEARSE!!! DID YOU NOT HEAR MY VOICE? SHOULD I DICTATE LOUDER?!?” the man screamed into Danté’s ear. “I WANT MY MONEY! AND I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL IT ARRIVES!”
Danté looked up and stared into Nikolai Kushkinov’s icy blue eyes. “Good,” he said, probably too calmly when dealing with an ex-mob boss, “then you can stay here, because I AM going somewhere! I’ll, uh, have the payment when I get back…I promise.”
“You promise, do you?” Nikolai said, his voice almost a whisper, a frightening change from his usual fervor. He stepped closer to Danté and put his arm around him gently, patting his shoulder, then sliding his hand up Danté’s face. Danté caught a whiff of the old man’s odor. It was quite unpleasant; obviously Nikolai did not believe in deodorant. “You know what happen to comrades who do not keep promises, da?” he asked, all the while playing with the knife on his side pocket. He always kept a knife there, probably for protection…or intimidation. Who knows? It could have very well been for both. He was still heavily affiliated with the Russian Mafia, after all.
At this point, he slid the knife out of the sheath slightly, so Danté caught the shine in the corner of his eye. Then, Danté felt the man’s finger dig into his temple forcefully.
Nikolai removed his hand from Danté’s face and smiled, pushing the knife back into the sheath on his belt loop. With that, he walked out of the dining area, leaving the other tenants staring at Danté in shock. They had always seen tensions between the two, but never had Nikolai threatened Danté in such a way.
As soon as he heard Nikolai’s door slam, Danté exhaled, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He looked at the others in the dining area, sharing their expressions of surprise.
“Ok, anybody know what the hell crawled up his butt today?” he asked, trying to shake off his astonishment at Nikolai’ s “extreme” reaction. The other tenants refused to speak. How could they? They were still just as shocked as Danté was, perhaps even more so. They lived in the apartment much longer than he had, and had never seen such actions for a mere week’s rent.
Danté was well known for not paying his rent on time. In fact, in the three years that he resided in the apartment building on 21st street, he never paid a week’s rent on time. He had always been at least a day or two late. But he always paid…
He was a young man, or at least young to live on his own in an apartment building in a whole different town from where he grew up. He moved in on his nineteenth birthday, and had been living stressfully for the following three years. He was a handsome man, but not stunningly so. Devout to heavy metal and the anime DragonBall Z, he grew his unusually white hair to just past his shoulders. It was parted in the middle, so that it flowed beautifully down the sides of his face.
As exquisite as his hair was, it merely paled in comparison to his most stunning facial feature: his eyes, which were truly unique. They were not one color, but two. His left eye was a bright green, while the right was an icy blue. As different as his eyes were, they seemed somehow to accentuate each other, making them his most precious attribute.
Danté was a man of average height and weight, both proportionate to each other. He played basketball and wrestling in high school, and was also heavily involved in the martial arts of Hapkido and Tai Chi Chuan. With this combat experience, his body had hardened and toned over the years, giving him a slim, but muscular, build, of which he was personally proud. His skin had a very slight tan, but not much due to his hesitancy to bask in the sun. Danté was called on a number of occasions a “very handsome young man,” but nothing further. But then, he was never one to complain, or even care about his looks. He liked the way he looked, he liked the way he acted, he liked the person that he was, and that was all that really mattered to him. There wasn’t a damn thing in the world stopping him from just being him.
And besides…he already found six of…them… his search was almost complete…

“YOU THERE! ARE YOU PEARSE’S BOY?”
The young boy looked up at the towering military officer who called his name. He shifted a little in the bright lime leather hospital chair. He brushed his white hair out of his face nervously with a petite, white, trembling hand.
“Y-yes, I am,” he stuttered slowly and quietly. He felt incredibly uncomfortable and intimidated by the surly figure clad in brown and green camouflage.
“You may go in now, their condition has stabilized.” He held out a meaty, callused hand the size of a thanksgiving turkey. “Come on, it’s gonna be alright. He smiled slightly, and then a warmth filled the man’s face and body. He wasn’t as scary now, Danté thought. He’s not here to hurt me.
He’s here to protect me…
Danté reached out and took the General’s hand. He felt the hot dog fingers tighten around his own child-sized hand. But he didn't want to think that this power in the man’s hand was bad power. It was a power for good.
Danté didn't know what to expect when he walked into that hospital room. He did not want to be taken from the comfortable green chair. He did not want to be ripped from that solace. He did not want to know what they looked like, all red and raw…they were his parents, after all. Who would want to see their own flesh and blood in such a condition? He did not want to be at the mercy of this brute General, he did not want to feel the grip on his own hand, crushing his child hand. He felt it though. He felt the power in the man’s hand, the power to crush the life out of any living being. Such enormous power…
…Power for good, power for good, Danté kept telling himself. He had to keep telling himself that. Everything was going to turn out all right, this will all eventually fade into nothingness. This will turn out all the better tomorrow. His parents will be fine. He will walk out of this room that he was now walking into, and he will walk out with them. He will laugh wholeheartedly with them later about how they now were saying goodbye to him. He will be able to give them back these two strange glowing orange orbs that they just handed him. He will be able to see them again, he was sure of it. Why shouldn’t he be? “Power for good,” he muttered softly to himself.
Power for good…

HEARING THAT AWEFUL SIREN ROAR down the street always made Danté cringe. He hated the sound of sirens, especially when they were so close. It almost seemed as if the siren hit its highest pitch just as it passed him.
Danté gathered himself as a black Mercedes, following the ambulance closely, slowed and turned. It stopped about halfway down the alleyway, just behind Danté’s black Mustang. Out of the car stepped world renowned scientist and Danté’s close friend, Jihn Kuroso.
Danté looked up as Jihn slammed his car door. He lowered his pitch black, box-rimmed sunglasses, and said in a low, calm growl, “Why were you following that ambulance so closely?”
Jihn shrugged. “I don't know! It was the fastest way here, I suppose.” He grinned broadly at this statement, and stared straight into Danté’s eyes. After a few moments, Danté smiled as well.
“I shouldn’t have expected any less of you, Jihn. It’s typical of you, you know that.” At this, Jihn shrugged again and his grin broadened, and Danté chuckled slightly, unable to maintain his serious demeanor.
Jihn was a slim man, but had enough meat on him to survive. His father was a soldier for the Japanese military, and his blood line ran back to the samurai era. His ancestors were the first samurai. The art of war was in his blood. So naturally, he was pushed by his father to enlist in the marines when their family moved to America. However, instead of following in his family’s footsteps, he signed up for the military’s scientific division. He became one of the world’s best mechanical engineers at the age of twenty-four.
Jihn loved his hair, possibly even more than Danté loved his. He kept it in the best condition, so it was always pitch black, smooth and shiny. His hair was also long, but hung over one side of his face, instead of actually styled. It seemed to naturally cover half of his face, which didn't seem to bother him. All in all, Jihn’s hair was his distinguishing feature.
Danté shook his head as he chuckled, and stepped forward. The two embraced, like brothers who had not met in years. As the two pulled close, Jihn lowered his head into Danté’s shoulder gently. “It’s good to see you, Danté,” he muttered softly. Danté smiled at this.
“Same, brother,” he replied. “It’s been a while.” His smile slowly faded as he met Jihn’s gaze. His dual-colored eyes drove like lasers into Jihn’s own eyes. “So, what’s the story on the last one? Have you found it?”
Jihn smiled his usual broad, happy smile. “There’s no need to worry, my friend. I've finally figured it out. It’s somewhere in the city, apparently. We should be able to find it in a couple of weeks, a month at the latest!”
Danté looked up to the sky, a certain distance engulfing his face, lighting up softly in his eyes. “So finally, it has come to an end, this seemingly eternal search,” he said softly, mostly to himself than anyone else. “After all these years, I have finally found the priceless treasures, and I will finally have what I have dreamed of for all my life…”
He turned to Jihn again and smiled, “Jihn, you’ve helped me immensely in all of these years. I could not have done this without you. For that, I thank you.”
Jihn merely smiled. “Hey, man. Don't worry about it, not at all…as long as I get part of the wish, it’s all good! You can’t be the only one in on this!” With that, he walked to his car and opened the back door. He pulled a green duffel bag, and handed it to Danté. “Oh, yeah, and I have to be there when you do it. There is NO way that I am going to be missing this!”
Danté smiled as he opened the bag, “of course…”
As soon as the bag was open, the alleyway was flooded in a bright orange light. Six pulsating orbs sat comfortably in the cushion within the bag, six invaluable treasures…
The Dragon Balls…

AS THEY WALKED UP THE STAIRS INTO the apartment complex, Danté and Jihn heard the familiar sepulchral growl of “Do you have rent now, Pearse?” Danté turned around, and there stood Nikolai, like a boulder ready to crush the two young men.
Jihn stepped forward, smiling broadly as he handed the bulky man a large duffel bag of money. “Yes he does, sir! Don't forget, he ALWAYS pays!” he exclaimed giddily.
Nikolai scoffed “He always pays LATE!” he shouted back in response. Jihn’s smile faded rather quickly, and he stiffened up a little as Nikolai brushed past them both, storming into his room and shutting the door with a slam.
Jihn turned to Danté slowly and winced, saying with only his eyes “oops!” Danté smiled nervously. Jihn had always been able to lighten a situation, sometimes too well. It seemed as if nothing could get to him for very long. Danté had never known Jihn to be in a depressed mood, even for a few minutes. Any pain or anguish he might have felt would always disappear within seconds, and the lighthearted, happy Jihn would smile and laugh it off, whatever it was.
After a few seconds of silence between the two, Jihn sighed, then suddenly perked up again, as he always did.
“Well, looks like I'm out, man!” he exclaimed. “I’ll talk to you later.” Danté nodded slightly, and Jihn smiled and started to walk down the steps.
“Jihn…” Danté suddenly muttered, and Jihn stopped abruptly and turned again to face his brother.
“I know, I know,” Jihn sighed as he noticed the look on Danté’s face. “Keep lookin’ for the seventh ball. You don't need to worry about it, man! We’ve been looking for years, we’re not gonna stop now.” He smiled his naturally happy smile. “It’ll all be fine, dude! Trust me on this.” Danté nodded solemnly at this, and beckoned for Jihn to continue down the steps.

To Be Continued...

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DBZ Dimension
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DBZ Dimension is your source for all things Dragonball Z! Whether you love drawing the characters from episodes of the Dragon Ball Z DVDs like I do, collect DBZ Action Figures, or if you like to play DragonBall Z videogames for the PS2, Nintendo Wii, Gamecube, Gameboy SP and Gameboy Advance, you'll find something you like here. We even have Animated Avatars, a huge selection of DBZ Buddy Icons, DBZ Banners and Fan Art, including My Drawings. If you enjoy reading or writing DBZ Fanfics, if you're a fan of the Dragonball Z Card Game, if you wonder what the DBZ Voice Actors look like, or if you want to join a DBZ RPG in our DBZ Forums... even if you simply enjoy talking about Dragon Ball Z, or the upcoming Dragonball live action movie, we're here to help you satisify your DBZ needs.

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