[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
{X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
If he wasn't Goku, I would agree. But since it's Goku, I'm not so sure. We have the advantage, but he's Goku, beating people who are better than him is sorta what he does.
If he wasn't Goku, I would agree. But since it's Goku, I'm not so sure. We have the advantage, but he's Goku, beating people who are better than him is sorta what he does.
Even then, this fight is going to be close and a valuable experience for both Goku and Jin. Plus, loosing is at worst an inconvenience. It may also reveal that Goku has some martial arts training, given that we and the Dragon Knights are expert martial artists ourselves someone may even recognize that he is using the Turtle style.
Plus, It would be interesting for Jin to become a long time rival to Goku.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
Let's thrash Goku and hope we can punch the stupid out of him!
...on second thought, let's not punch said stupid out of him. In fact, let's make sure it stayed in!
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
And getting an explanation from them was pointless.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
TBH, even if he impresses us in the fight I'm not inclined for us to grant his request. The blatant disregard both of them have for the fact the dragonball is essentially our property fills me with disdain.
AN: So ignoring the voice of my common sense in favor of my inner "just do it," I started a second quest called "ROYL," which is a RWBY quest. So uh, feel free to check that out if you're interested!
And since I don't want to take up space here just to plug a different quest, here's an omake. Beware, my mind gets very odd when I'm sleep-deprived, so this probably won't be very good:
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He was doing what he always did – he wandered aimlessly, not caring where his feet took him so long as it wasn't the same place he'd been yesterday. His appearance meant there were few who attempted to get in his way, and his skills meant those few who did quickly regretted it.
It was early in the day when he saw it. A bunch of ugly, unwashed louts accosting a woman. It was truly stunning how often he'd seen that in the years since he'd left home, really. The first few were a welcome break from the drudgery of aimless wandering, but by now it was just another part of the drudgery itself.
Though admittedly, the fair maiden was considerably more fair than usual. She certainly wasn't dressed like your average damsel in distress, either.
And she was neither paralyzed with fear nor screaming and struggling. Three of them were holding her down for their boss, and the only reaction she allowed herself was an icy glare. She noticed his approach and turned to look at him, and her eyes became challenging. "Do you think you can save me?" they seemed to say. "Are you man enough?"
It was strange, that look. It made something stir inside of him, though he couldn't really remember what it might be.
The thugs caught sight of him too, just after that. They started talking, but he didn't listen; he'd heard it far too often to care anymore. Lots of tough talk about how many people they'd killed, as though it was some great feat to slaughter helpless men, women and children when you've got a dozen of your fellow low-lives at your back brandishing weapons. Lots of threats and demands, as though trash like them could possibly lay a finger on him. And of course lots of lewd assertions and terrible attempts at humor, as though dullards like them could think of anything remotely clever.
The leader approached him, still talking tough (well, he assumed he was trying to talk tough, at least). Without speaking or even looking at the bandit, he drew his sword and cut the man's legs out from under him, then sheathed the blade in the very same instant. The man didn't even realize what'd happened until he hit the ground. Then the screaming started.
The others were galvanized into action, spewing what he assumed were more threats. It was always like that. No matter how obvious he made it, they never realized how badly outclassed they were with the first one. It was usually the fourth or fifth that made them realize their mistake, and by then it was always too late for the rest of them.
Usually, he'd draw it out for a bit of sport, or get creative and find ways to test himself. This time, though, he didn't feel like dealing with them a second longer than he had to. His blade was a whirlwind of death; he stepped forward into the charging mass of bodies and they fell to the ground in masses of severed limbs and sprays of blood.
He stood over her prone form, covered in their blood, sword still drawn and dripping. He looked into her eyes, again, searching them with his own. She wasn't afraid, she wasn't angry. She looked at him as though she barely noticed him.
"Did you do that to save me?" she asked, in the sweetest voice she'd ever heard, even though it was as cold as ice. "Or did you just not want to share?"
"Honestly? I don't even remember why I do it anymore," he answered. At first he had known exactly why. It was the right thing to do. He was going to be a hero, after all, going to be just like his father had been, all those years ago, when he had wandered the world doing great deeds and helping those in need. It was all he had ever wanted out of life.
But it hadn't been enough. He'd gone on adventures, sure. He'd fought strong opponents, yes. He'd vanquished great evils, certainly. He'd gotten much stronger, undoubtedly. But it had all worn on him so much… he had failed so often. The first time, it almost tore him apart. The time after that was even worse. But as it happened more and more, little by little, so slowly he didn't even notice, it didn't hurt as much. Now when it happened he only remembered it was supposed to feel terrible. Now he had to try and remember what anything felt like.
Why was he still traveling? Because he was lost. Oh, he could return home anytime he wanted, but for what? He didn't want anything that was there, and there was just enough left of what he'd been that he didn't want the ones he'd left behind to see… this. So he wandered, for lack of anything better to do. And he slaughtered bandits that tried to rape helpless women, for lack of anything better to do.
"You don't remember? What kind of answer is that?" she replied, jolting him from his thoughts.
"An honest one," he replied without thinking.
"A foolish one, you mean," she said back just as quickly. "A foolish answer from a foolish man."
"You're quick to condemn others as foolish, for someone who's lying helpless on the ground while a man with a bloody sword stands over her, and she's insulting him," he said, his lips twitching with the ghost of a smile.
"There's nothing foolish about not fearing death, especially when you've already accepted it. But there is something incredibly foolish about doing things without having the slightest idea of why."
"Such wisdom, from one so young," he said mockingly, sheathing his sword. "You sound like a priest giving a lecture."
"Only fitting, since I was a priestess," she replied, standing up.
"Was?" he repeated.
She looked away, off into the distance. "Once, there was a temple. It was small, but it was beautiful, filled with song and prayer. Surrounding that temple was a village, and in that village was a girl who was born and prophesized as a holy woman.
"She was raised as a savior by the temple, and the people of the village flocked to her for blessings, for healing, for simple advice. To serve the people was all the girl thought about, and all she did. She knew nothing of the world outside the temple and the village, but it was alright, because she was happy.
"One day, evil men came to the village. They burned the houses, salted the fields, slaughtered the men and the children, the sick and the elderly, and they raped the women. And everyone, old and young, strong and feeble, tried to protect the holy maiden. And they failed.
"She became the leader's woman. She bided her time, she gave him what she wanted, and one night he let his guard down, so she took his knife and slit his throat while he slept. She did the same to every man in the camp and left. She wandered aimlessly, with no one to help, no one to give blessings to, no one to heal, no one to advise. All she knew and loved was ash, and she could find no reason to live."
He didn't say anything for a long time, and neither did she. There was nothing left that could be said, until he came up with one.
"Then live for me, and I'll live for you."
She looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Neither of us knows what to live for," he explained. "You lost everything you lived for, and I forgot why I ever lived at all. But when I look at you, I start to remember what it was like. Stay with me… please."
She smiled – it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It was the saddest thing he'd ever seen. He returned that smile, and the look in her eyes was probably much like his own.
"And so that's it? We'll travel together, a man who forgot why he lives and a woman who lost everything but her life? A fool's solution to a fool's problem."
"Then I'm a fool," he said with a shrug. "I've lived with worse."
"Indeed you are a fool, because this tale you propose we tell is all wrong. When two people join together on a journey, it needs to be for some grand treasure, or to right some terrible wrong," she joked.
"Is that so? And do you have any such grand quests that need to be fulfilled?" he asked, also joking.
"In the temple, there was a jewel; an orange orb, with red stars. It was said to have the power to summon a dragon that would grant your heart's desire. When the bandits sacked the temple, they took the jewel, and sold it. Such a treasure should not languish in the hands of evil men, should it?"
"A jewel that summons a dragon that grants your heart's desire?" he asked. "And did it work?" He'd seen so many strange things that nothing surprised him anymore.
"Of course not. The village and the temple were not saved. The people were not saved. And the bandits did not have the suffering they'd visited upon others inflicted on them sevenfold," she replied. "But all the same, it is as good a goal as any, is it not? Certainly better than wandering aimlessly like a pair of fools."
He gave a short, dry chuckle. "I see. So we'll try to hunt down a wish-granting jewel that doesn't grant wishes, and along the way you'll find a reason to live again and I'll remember how to care about my reason to live. Why not? Neither of us has anything better to do."
And that was that. Two strange and broken people set out that day on a journey they both thought was pointless, simply because they had nothing better to do. If they thought – if they hoped – that it would lead to anything more than disappointment, that they kept to themselves.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
And getting an explanation from them was pointless.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
TBH, even if he impresses us in the fight I'm not inclined for us to grant his request. The blatant disregard both of them have for the fact the dragonball is essentially our property fills me with disdain.
To be fair to Goku, he grew up with an old hermit out in the woods and had never met another human being until a few days ago. You can't really expect him to have a solid grasp on the concept of property ownership; the only things he's ever "owned" were the clothes on his back, the Nyoi-Bo/Power Pole (which he inherited from his Grandpa and which he doesn't seem to mind lending to people) and the 4-Star Dragon Ball, which he used to think carried his Grandpa's soul (and after being straightened out on that he's also willing to lend it without a fuss).
Bulma also has little excuse, save perhaps that being able to get whatever she wants because her family is rich as balls made her view on such things rather skewed.
Also, it's not your property: it's your father's.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
[X] "Hmph. Very well, I'll accept your challenge. If you manage to defeat me, I shall bring you before my father to argue your case." There's no way that will happen, obviously. But perhaps you're misjudging this boy's strength, and he'll prove a decent warm-up. Who knows? If he impresses you enough, you might even grant his request. It's not like your father will grant it.
-[x] "Though, before we fight I have to ask, how have you been tracking down these Orb's if most people aren't even aware there is more than one?"
I figure we might as well gain a little more important information while we do this. Save some time, get more done more quickly.
