Dragon Ball; Sage of Hope

Low-Class Clown

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, or any brands associated with the name. All rights belong to Akira Toriyama.

                                                                                   Chapter 3:

Goku could be seen sat in a corner of the dining hall located in the centre of the low-class settlement. After arriving into the settlement, he had lost all thought about getting a place to live when he had been assaulted by the case of a delicious smell tickling his fancy. However, he couldn't help feeling as if he was put of place from his fellow Saiyans.

With his bright orange and sky-blue garb, he stood out like a sore thumb or maybe a sour apple amongst other apples and that much was obvious considering the amount of looks directed in his general direction. A few were curious although plenty were questioning, their gazes all over him as they roamed over him in a way.

Goku leaned into the table, cheek in his left palm whilst his right fingers were drumming on the table much to the chagrin of everyone around him. His eyes although staring ahead, a closer look would have revealed how out focus they truly were. The Saiyan from the future replayed the past events that had transpired 24 hours prior to make sense of it all. The pain of betrayal was still prevalent, his heart twisting in agony.

He could remember the moment his heart had shattered within his chest, right when he realized Chi-Chi had moved on. However, what made it worse was the fact that it had been going on behind his back whilst he was dead for 7 years to just after the defeat of Zamasu in Trunk's timeline.

All the good memories he had with her began to feel like nothing but lies; facades in an attempt by her to enjoy her side relationship with Yamcha whilst keeping him in the mentally spat the name of his former friend.

However,the earth raised Saiyan still held hope to that it was all a dream, an illusion to test him, to bring him to the edge of his limits however the rational part of him knew it wasn't that simple.

Sighing as he opened his eyes, it was just in time to watch as awaiter moved past his table for the umpteenth time. Puzzled he sat up straight in the seat before calling out to her "Uhm... miss where's my food?" the waitress stopped in her tracks before turning back to face Goku. "Did you call me?"

Goku noted how soft her voice was for a Saiyan, but then again, he had never heard a saiyan female talk before, so he assumed all Saiyans had gruff deep voices akin to his and Vegeta's. "Yes, I do. I was wondering where my food is." questioned Goku, eyes roaming hungrily over other people enjoying their food around him.

"We only serve Saiyans here, so no can do."

Goku raised an eyebrow. He was as much a Saiyan as any of the other people around him. With his keen hearing, he picked up whisperings of others questioning what a non-saiyan was doing in a saiyan only restaurant.

"You must be joking right?"

She shook her head in response.

"Well what makes you think that I'm not a saiyan?" enquired Goku, now with his hands folded on the table, slightly leaning towards the waitress. "I assure you that I'm a Saiyan just like you." continued Goku with a smirk.

The waitress grabbed her tray to her chest nervously, she certainly didn't like the attention she had garnered for herself. "It's just that you have this innocent look about you, like your facial expressions are far more relaxed than any saiyan I've ever seen. Then there's the fact that you're wearing bright orange, something no Saiyan ever does."