Dragon Ball Z: Bloodlines

Introduction
200 years have passed since Goku left the World Tournament in order to train Uub. Now, the Z Fighters are but a name whispered on winds unheard by all except the oldest who walk the Earth. Goku now sits in a grave, but a grave cannot hold his spirit, as he grows ever stronger in the realm of the Kais.

Vegeta, due to his troubled past, was not fully allowed to go along with Goku, but the magnitude of his heroism almost matched the magnitude of his crimes, so he was forced to split his time between training with Goku and sitting in Hell.

The other Z Fighters spend their time with King Kai, and in addition to working on their combat skills, they've picked up some good jokes along the way (not really). Some, however, have not ascended to the next world yet.

Piccolo has not left the Lookout for decades. He watches the world below, meditates, and offers advice to Dende.

Androids 17 and 18 live on. 17 spends his time in the wilds of the world, with his rifle as his companion. Legends grew of an immortal who wanders the wilderness alone, sometimes offering help to passers by, but mostly ignoring them completely.

18 watches her descendants day and night, but never reveals herself to them. She incessantly greaves, wishing she could have accompanied her family to the next life.

Master Roshi and his faithful turtle remain on their island. They have accepted no students.

Goku's family is now manifested in Godom, in the line of Pan, and Nash, in the line of Goten. The two have no knowledge of each other.

Vegeta's family is manifested in Sara, in the line of Trunks, and Nicko, in the line of Bra. The two live in Capsule Corp.

Godom, age 12, lives a lavish life in Satan City. He has notable strength as far as humans go, as he is constantly pushed by his parents to live up to Satan standards. Majin Buu stays as the protector of the family.

Nash, age 5, lives with his parents in the decaying house on Mount Paozu.

Sara and Nicko live in Capsule Corp., as their parents, grandparents, etc. refused the give up their wealth, and as a result, remained together. There are dozens of other descendants, but none show the traits of a Saiyan.

Lightning Beam
Nash awoke to the sounds of his parents arguing.

"We have to move somewhere decent before the roof caves in on us!" Came the voice of his mother.

"And abandon all of my heritage?!" Said the father.

"What heritage? There's nothing here except for mold and rats! We need to make a new heritage, one that our children can live off of!" Replied the mother.

"Do you know what this is? This has stayed with this house for more than a hundred years! My father gave it to me, and his father before him!" Yelled the father.

"You're right. That really is something. We can pawn it when he get to the next town, because we're leaving."

Nash got out of bed. His parents stopped arguing when they saw him. His father held the Four-Star Dragon Ball in his hand. His father put the Dragon Ball in a velvet pouch, then carefully set it down on a table.

He then said, "Son, remember when I promised you I would show you the greatest fishing hole in the world when you were old enough?"

Nash nodded. His father continued, "Well, we may not be around here much longer, so I (He glanced at the mother) decided to take you there today. Let's go."

Nash said, "It better be as good as you say. The fish around here are to small. I can hardly grab them."

The father said, "That's because you're not supposed to grab them, you're supposed to use a fishing rod!"

Nash said, "Nah, my hands work just fine. Well, are we going are not?"

His father shrugged and said, "Alright."



After hours of trekking through the forest, they stumbled out into a large clearing, with a large, perfectly circular pond in the center.

The father said, "Well, here it is."

They walked over to the water's edge. The father sat down and began baiting his line. Nash began stripping down. The father cast his line just as Nash started urinating into the pond.

The father shouted, "What the hell're you doing!? You'll keel off the fish!"

Nash finished up and said, "It's fine, see?"

He dove into the water, right were he peed. He was submerged for about a minute, then came back to the surface, a giant fish in hand. He pulled it on to the shore and said, "Daddy, look what I caught!"

His dad, who had no luck with his line, said, "What did I say about using your hands?! Throw it back!"

"But dad..."

"Throw it back!"

Nash reluctantly threw it back, then accepted the fishing rod his father offered him. Three hours later, neither of them had gotten so much as a nibble.

His father said, "Well, s'pose we best be heading back now."

Nash said, "You should'a let me keep the one I caught. It was huge!"

His father said, "No son. What you have to learn is that there are two ways to go about things. You can do it your way, or you can do it right."



There was a thunder storm that night. Nash sat on his bed, terrified and unable to go to sleep. He thought he heard voices outside.

FLASH

He thought he could see people's shadows moving outside.

FLASH

There was a creaking noise. Was it the wind on the old house or the door?

FLASH

He heard a thunderbolt that sounded much different from the rest, then a scream. He tore out of bed and through the door. The door of the house was ajar. His parents were nowhere to be found. He ran outside into the rain and saw a cluster of shadows in the distance, which were slowly moving away. He ran after them, but stopped when he saw something white lying in the mud.

He stooped down to get a closer look. It was a fresh human hand. Past the hand was a trail of watered-down blood. Nash began following. He soon came upon the stooped figure of his father, who was kneeling over the corpse of his mother, who had a bullet in her head.

Nash ran up and screamed, "MOM!"

The father looked up, but not at Nash. Nash noticed he was missing a hand.

The father shouted, "WHY?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

Lightning flashed, and Nash briefly saw a face. It walked slowly forward until it was in clear view. It was a man, ghostly pale, bald, with yellow eyes and a scar that stretched across his face. In his right hand he held a revolver, and in his left, the Four-Star Ball.

The man pulled the trigger, and the father fell on his side, forever silenced. He turned the barrel on Nash, and before the boy could react, fired. The bullet hit Nash in the chest.

The Start of Something
Nash awoke. The first thing he noticed was that the storm had stopped. Then he felt a throbbing pain in his chest, and he sat up. He was briefly blinded by pain. When he regained his senses, he saw the bodies of his parents. He burst into tears. He mourned over there bodies for a good hour, before finally standing up.