Rory wrote:Holy shortcake I did NOT see Mr. Announcer's work!
Those pictures are amazing!!
I know, ain't they? Toriyama-sensei would be proud.
Anyhoo, I finally got started on my long-promised GT Rewrite fanfic. I figured I might as well put up an "excerpt" from the first chapter. So here it is, a short exchange between Goku and Chi-Chi while "backstage" at the Tenka'ich Budokai (
which I've placed at the beginning of the story).
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Little did anyone know, that in one of the arena’s luxury rooms reserved for its contestants, a disastrous discovery of epic proportion was being made.
“Chi-Chiiii...” A pathetic voice called from within the bathroom.
The woman in the main room sighed at the pitiful sounding of her name, and replied exhasperated.
“Be right there, honey...”
She crouched down to the infant who had been crawling around at her feet. “C’mon, Gosan,” She said, as she hefted her grandson into her arms. “Let’s go an’ save your Grandpa...”
“Bwah ” Gosan replied happily, as grandma picked him up.
Chi-Chi walked into the bathroom, to see Son Goku, her husband of almost fifty years. He was only half-dressed, having been in the bathroom freshening up before his match. But now, he was simply looking into the mirror and pouting. He turned to face her dejectedly.
“Chi-Chi...” He whined. “They’re startin’ to sag...”
“Welcome to my world,” she absent-mindedly replied, paying more attention to Gosan. A second later, though, she realized what he had just said.
“Wait... what?”
Goku tilted his head down, and pointed to his hair.
She looked, and was that he was right. His spikes of hair, almost as much his trademark as his massively inhuman strength, were indeed beginning to lose the firm, jagged edge that they had always had.
“See?” Goku said sadly. “It’s happening t’ Vegeta, too. Our hair’s saggin’, and we’re growin’ hair places we didn’t before. Vegeta had a little beard for a while, but Bra made ‘I'm get rid of it...”
“Well,” Chi-Chi said, moving closer to Goku. “I guess even Saiyans have to get old eventually...”
“Well, gettin’ old sucks.” Goku said, folding his arms and pouting further. “Vegeta’s gettin’ wrinkles, too.
Wrinkles!”
Chi-Chi glowered playfully, and raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, not that there’s anything wrong with a few wrinkles, Chi...” Goku said, correcting his mistake. “I mean, they look good on
you...”
“Quit while you’re ahead,” she said, angling her face up to give Goku a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, I still love you.”
Goku smiled and returned the kiss. “I love you too... but still, aging like this, Vegeta and I are startin’ to lose our power a bit, too...”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s not much of a problem, yet, but we can each feel our power slowly startin’ to deteriorate...” He made a fist, and lightly pounded it into his hand. “That’s why we both signed up for the Budokai this year. For one last match while we’re still pretty much even...”
“Come t’ think of it, hon,” Chi-Chi said. “Your match is soon, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Goku replied, scratching his head. “I forget, when does it start...?”
“
IT STARTED FIVE MINUTES AGO!”
Surprised by the sudden outburst, Goku and Chi-Chi both dashed back out into the main room to find it’s source. There in the doorway stood Pan, their fourteen-year-old granddaughter. She was panting slightly, having apparently rushed here at top speed.
“Pan? ” Goku and Chi-Chi remarked simultaneously.
“Paaa ” Little Gosan exclaimed at his big sister’s appearance.
“Grandpa ” Pan yelled, annoyed. “What are you doing? Vegeta and everyone else are waiting for you! You’re gonna get disqualified if you don’t hurry ”
“What? ” Goku said, worried. He hopped back into the bathroom, and reemerged a second later struggling to quickly put on his dark blue gi top. Once that was accomplished, he sat on the bed and began hurriedly donning his boots.
“C’mon, Grandpa, hurry up!” Pan egged him on. “You gotta get out there and get Vegeta back for me!” Indeed, Vegeta had been matched up with Pan earlier in the tournament, and had opted to prolong the match by teasing and evading her for a good ten minutes, before quickly winning with a ring-out. Pan had been left kind of bitter.
“Okay ” Goku said, standing up fully dressed and prepared. “I better get over there. Pan, get your grandma to her seat quick, so she can see the fight, okay?”
“Okay, Grandpa, just go!” Pan barked.
Goku raised his hand to his faced, and touched his index and middle fingers to his forehead. Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished, homing in on Vegeta’s ki to teleport to the arena.
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A "sneak peak," so to speak. Just for you guys. Once I get about 3 or 4 chapters done, I'll probably put 'em up on FF.net and provide a link...
Anyhoo, I'm trying to work on some FanArt, I might get it up tomorrow.
