Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

Abducted After the Bell

A magical carpet carrying a black djinn and a young Namekian halted from a speedy blitz and hovered above an abandoned patch of sandy land, surrounded by rice fields. The desolate place had a few houses on it, with the largest one reading "Dojo" on it. When the flying carpet stopped and Dende got used to the environment that they found themselves in, he began looking around and sensing the area for a trace of Namekian magic that would have betrayed the location of the Dragon Ball.

"Hmm..." Dende looked troubled when he jumped off of the carpet and approached the dojo building. They've already collected five Dragon Balls by that point. Their quest was nearing its end. Then they would have to conceal the Dragon Balls and keep them away from Baby. By now they've learned to only resurrect people deceased by the current threat to Planet Earth after the threat passes. Baby seemed to have gotten desperate and angry, making him unpredictable. Not to mention, he also carried great pain within him. While that made him more grounded, it also made him even more dangerous. "I think the Dragon Ball is inside that dojo..."

Mr. Popo leaped off the magical carpet with a frontal flip and gracefully landed on the ground with his arms tucked behind his back. With a dull look, he approached the door and slid it open without having to open it with his hands. Dende exclaimed something unintelligible, worried that Mr. Popo's boldness might have gotten them into trouble with the locals. They were still the Earth's guardians, meaning that they shouldn't have harmed or discomforted anyone they came across on their quest for the Dragon Balls.

A handful of men in a white dogi, wearing colored belts, turned to the two strange visitors. In front of them stood a perky teen with messy and short black hair. The martial artists and the owner of the dojo alike both stared at Dende and Mr. Popo, waiting for them to state the purpose for which they'd come here. Almost immediately, an orange marble with one red star positioned at the center caught Dende's attention.

"Ah, the Dragon Ball!" Dende pointed at the marble. "Excuse us, but we direly need this Dragon Ball!"

"Say what?" a muscular martial artist in a white dogi got outraged by this declaration. "That's bold, coming from some sort of fiend and his exotic friend!"

"For your information, this jewel belongs to the dojo! It is its sacred relic!" Another martial artist stepped in front of Mr. Popo and the Dragon Ball that was placed upon a plain wooden pedestal. The rice farmers training in martial arts here lacked even the luxury of a pillow, choosing instead to put the One-Star Dragon Ball on top of a handful of potato sacks to soften its base and prevent it from rolling off the wooden stand.

Mr. Popo looked up at the burly man obstructing his path. Even though Mr. Popo said nothing and there wasn't even a hint of malice in his eyes, the man shook and staggered back, taking up a fighting pose that he intended to use to defend himself if this strange visitor decided to attack and try to take the Dragon Ball by force. The young woman vaulted off of the front of the dojo, soaring across with a flying kick, but Mr. Popo merely leaned back and effortlessly avoided it without having to look at the spunky fighting girl.

"This dojo belonged to my family! They left for the city for food and supplies one day and never returned. The city was destroyed by infernal machines landing from the sky! Ever since that day, it was up to me to manage the dojo. No one wanted to train at a dojo managed by a child. One day, I found this starry jewel in the rice fields and brought it back here. Since that day, more and more martial artists have shown up. It has brought fame and good fortune to this gym and this village!" the perky teen proclaimed, adopting a fighting pose and joining her much taller and burlier pupil in a stand against Mr. Popo.

"This may be so," Dende pleaded. "But if you keep this Dragon Ball, it will attract the same doom that befell the city your parents left for. More aliens are after this Dragon Ball and it is only a matter of time until they find it. In fact, we're in a race against them to collect the Dragon Balls before they can even begin their search. We are emissaries from God and this Dragon Ball is actually the creation of my predecessor!"