Dragon Ball X

Chapter 3: Children of the Atom

*Apologies for not updating this story in the past few months. This chapter turned out to be a bit shorter than the other two, but I hope you enjoy it!

Somewhere in the South American country of Peru, three shady individuals found themselves looking for a mysterious artifact of untold magical power. Various rumors claim that it had been kept hidden within Machu Picchu, a lost Incan city, so they didn't hesitate to scour its abandoned temples and catacombs for it.

After a few hours of constant inspection and hiking, the legendary Dragon Ball they had been searching for was found. This ball, which included only a single red star in its center, rested in front of a large black suit of armor. Six other armors with bone-tipped spears in their hands seemed to be keeping guard on either side. They, strangely enough, seemed more alien in nature than Incan, but neither of the three really paid much attention to notice. All they cared about was grabbing the Dragon Ball and getting the hell out of there.

Such thoughts especially applied to the group's leader, Emperor Pilaf. He was strange-looking even by the standards of other mutants like himself, having light blue skin, pointed ears, and a small body. He wore a green, red, and black tunic with a white frill wrapped around his neck, and blue pants. In the center of his tunic was a red-white emblem with Japanese kanji that roughly translated to "fried rice" in English.

Despite his unintimidating appearance, Pilaf was, by no means, a complete joke. He was a technological genius that could certainly make his goals for world domination come to fruition. He just needed the Dragon Balls' wish-granting abilities to ensure his reign.

After that point, no one would look down at him for his mutant heritage or significant lack of muscles mass ever again.

"Ah! There it is, you two." Pilaf said with a conniving grin on his face.

One of his subordinates nervously gulped. He was a mutant ninja that resembled an orange Shiba Inu dog and wore a purple uniform that covered his two, pointy ears.

"It's... uh... awfully dark in there, sire..."

The impish emperor scowled at his minion's cowardice. "Shut up, Shu!"

All of them then approached the One-Star Ball, including Pilaf's more competent follower, Mai. She was a tall, beautiful Russian woman with long black hair, blue eyes, and red lipstick. She wore a blue trench coat with a red star insignia on each shoulder and a brown belt that kept it tightly secured around her waist.

This woman, a former KGB agent for the now-defunct Soviet Union, appeared to be normal physically, but still had mutant powers to call her own. Depending on the situation, she could shapeshift into any person, animal, or thing, making her quite successful at both assassination missions and murder in general.

However, these powers only came about during rather intense situations. Mai could, unfortunately, be just as goofy and borderline incompetent as her two comrades, but she still didn't make it as noticeable.

She darted her eyes from left to ear suspiciously as Pilaf grabbed the Dragon Ball.

"Come to Emperor Pilaf, my precious! Yes!" He shouted. "Now, I'm ready to finally make my wish!"

"Wait, sir." Mai interjected in a calm, yet stern tone.

"Wait?! What do you mean wait?"

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you can't make a wish with just one ball. You have to gather the others as well."

Emperor Pilaf gasped. "Others?!"

"According to legend, there are seven Dragon Balls, sire. You have to unite all seven of them before the dragon will appear and grant your wish." She explained.