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The Misadventures of Goki-Kakaroko (Dragon Ball Z x Fallout 3)

作者: BrolySuper
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She didn't know how or why, but she had ended up in these wastelands and foreign lands of flora ... Besides, the air had a horrible smell to the point of causing shivers in her body because it was a disturbing mixture of death, hatred and much suffering; which made her want to vomit. But she had to leave those things aside because now she had to worry about how to return to her world; and to find a very special Saiyajin who drove her crazy just by looking into his eyes, although the circumstances of the moment and her good heart forced her to stay for a long time in Capital Wasteland to help people in need. Fem Goku!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Dragon Ball Z' anime/manga or 'Fallout 3' and the other games in the saga; and the only thing I own is this alternate/parallel story that I wrote for fun.

The Misadventures of Goki-Kakaroko

Chapter 1: Epic Start!

"Speaking"

"Thinking"

"KameHameHa!" Attacks / Skills / Ki / Techniques

Reading / News / Intercoms

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War. War never changes.

Since the dawn of humanity, when our ancestors discovered they could kill with rocks and bones, blood has been shed in the name of God, justice, or simply psychotic rage.

The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire out of its lust for gold and territory. Hitler turned Germany into an economic superpower.

In the 21st century, war was still being waged over resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also their weapons: oil and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the United States would annex Canada, and the European Community would dissolve in disputes over ... Disputes between states and nations, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.

Many horrors and crimes had occurred throughout history, but few matched the desperate and violent acts that nations would commit in the name of whatever they could claim for themselves. Some optimistic souls thought that wars over these resources would be the turning point for humanity, the crucible that would forge a future of peace. After all, how could things get any worse?

They were wrong.

The end of the world came about almost as we had predicted: too many humans, not enough space or resources for everyone. The details are trivial and useless, the reasons, as always, were purely human.

In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, man's destructive nature had run its course. In just 2 hours, the Earth was almost clean of life ... Not only human, for this great cleansing affected all life on the planet, an atomic spark struck by human hands that quickly spun out of control. Spears of nuclear energy rained down from the skies and the world was plunged into an abyss of fire and nuclear radiation. Continents were swallowed up in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinct, their spirits part of the background radiation that covered the Earth.

But despite what many predicted, it was not the end of the world. The apocalypse was merely the prologue to another bloody chapter in the history of mankind.

Because man had succeeded in destroying the world, but war? War never changes.

The US capital, Washington DC, was before the war a shining example of society. But in the early hours of the Great War, it was reduced to a hollow, radioactive shell of its former self. The Earth was saturated by the fallout from countless nuclear bombs, poisoning its soil and waters. Monuments of the greatest and most inspiring moments in the history of that ancient country were lost or scarred forever. The seat of the U.S. government was almost completely annihilated, and for two centuries the ruins of DC lay abandoned, bleached by the sun and covered with ashes.

For the people of what is now the Capital Wasteland, life is pure suffering. Raiders, mutants and wild animals pick off those who stray from the safe regions of the few civilizations that have risen from the ashes. Food and clean water are commodities that people struggle and die every day trying to find throughout the Capital Wasteland. A race of monstrous, greenish-skinned beings, the Supermutants, feed on humans relentlessly, capturing them and taking them to places unknown. Few are able to combat this great threat.

The Brotherhood of Steel, led by the likeable and noble Elder Owyn Lyons, has fought to protect the people of Capital Wasteland for over 20 years. These knights and paladins, clad in power armor, and wielding technologically advanced weapons, attack the Supermutant menace from their command center: the Citadel, located within the ruins of the Pentagon.

But their efforts, while noble, have met with little success. A portion of their own kind, dissatisfied with Elder Lyons' choices, broke away from the Brotherhood, choosing instead to focus on the Brotherhood's original goals in the region: the acquisition of advanced pre-war technology. These Outlaw soldiers, (As soldiers loyal to Lyons labeled them) have set up shop at Fort Independence. Fiercely searching for technology in the ruins of DC, disregarding anything (AND anyone) as a waste of time.

The brutal Super Mutants, of unknown origin and number, have posed a constant threat to all who inhabit the Capital Wasteland. For years, they have been the nightmares of those they hunt, and have also invaded the ruins of DC. These large, unintelligent Meta-Humans, accompanied by their mutated abominations, have waged a never-ending war for control over the Capital Wasteland.

They have not been successful ... yet.

Capital Wasteland, like so many other places, is home to endless conflict. And yet, beneath its inert and bloodied soil, a different story is told.

At first, thousands of people managed to save themselves from the horrors of the Holocaust by taking refuge in huge subway bunkers known as "bunkers". But when they came to the surface, all they encountered was the hell of the Wasteland. Its inhabitants settled through the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages and form new tribes.

All except the inhabitants of Vault 101, hidden in the center of Capital Wasteland.

For on that fateful day, when flames rained down from the sky, the huge steel door of Vault 101 closed and no one opened it again.

Along its steel corridors, you can see and hear your supervisor's propaganda at every checkpoint. This is where you were born and this is where you will die.

For no one will ever enter the 101st vault ... And neither shall he go out.

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Present Time

A pair of coal-dark eyes slowly opened with considerable difficulty, finding a sizable hole in the ceiling ... Perhaps he had done it with his body? Whatever it was, now his ears picked up several voices followed by footsteps approaching towards his position.

"What the fuck happened!" demanded a rather angry male voice.

The black-eyed person ran a hand through his black spiky hair (similar to a palm tree: with five spikes framing his forehead and four strands behind) and a gray sheen, which was dirty from his previous battle against a very strong guy; added to the fact that his body was very hurt ... Remembering the latter caused her to let out a moan of pain, which did not go unnoticed by one of the people in the place because he had heard the woman's moan of pain.

"I don't know! ... But they destroyed a part of the roof!" replied another male voice just as angry as the previous one.

With gritted teeth, the woman with exotic black hair got up from the floor with considerable difficulty; where she had to lean on a nearby counter so as not to lose her balance and fall back to the floor, for these two reasons her world was spinning.

"Itai!" involuntarily; she let out another groan of pain, as she had inadvertently leaned much of her body weight on her injured right foot.

Suddenly, though, the unknown woman was forcibly brought out of her state when an unknown person entered the place where she was standing and they stood looking at each other in silence for a couple of seconds, until:

"Bastards! Look what I found!" said the new unknown woman loudly to her companions, while at the same time a sadistic smile forms on her lips at the sight of the half-naked and injured woman in front of her; a toy fallen from the sky that they could have fun with for quite a while.

Enduring the pain in her body and ignoring the growing danger that was forming in front of her, the woman with exotic black hair began to look around with a curious gleam in her eyes because she instantly realized that she was in a supermarket where there was surely plenty of food; thinking about the latter caused her stomach to grumble with obvious hunger.

While, the woman with striking black eyes kept looking around; she didn't notice how a group of four men quickly entered through the door ... But they immediately froze in place when they saw the woman in their field of vision; where of course they began to look up and down at the semi-naked body of the stranger until suddenly their eyes were fixed on the latter's very sizeable breasts.

"Woah! ... Look at those tits are-"

"Huge!!!" the looter finished his partner's last word out loud, while his lustful blue eyes were still glued on the mystery sexy woman's K-cup tits.

The woman with exotic black hair ignored the perverted comments of the group of looters (along with the crazy and sadistic woman who was with them) that had very unpleasant intentions with her body, but that didn't matter to her because her attention was focused on a freezer/fridge where she immediately imagined it was full of food ... Although she didn't even take two steps because suddenly one of the guys blocked her way to the fridge with food; and this undoubtedly annoyed her a lot reflecting in her expression leaving behind her curiosity.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, bitch?" demanded the same looter with fury, but also with much bewilderment at the carefree attitude of the voluptuous woman.

That word used as an 'insult' caused the woman with striking black eyes to leave her annoyance behind and instead focus her gaze on the unpleasant people, who at some point drew their bladed weapons and firearms; whereupon they pointed them all at her.

"Bitch?" she asked in a confused and curious tone; where she tilted her head slightly to the side because it was the first time, she heard such a word as an insult.

The group of looters rolled their eyes at the stupidity or innocence of this girl.

"Yes, bitch!" the same looter replied with an annoyed grunt, and at the same time started walking towards the unknown woman with not at all saintly intentions. "Now let me touch those tits-"

{Crack!}

The guy never had the chance to rest his hands on the huge breasts of the unknown woman; because the latter moved at a surprising speed her hand forming a fist, and then gave a strong punch in the stomach to the guy who invaded his personal space; sending him flying to the other side of the store crashing very ugly against some shelves ... And he never moved again.

Meanwhile, the other members of the group of perverse killers watched the strong woman with striking black eyes with disbelief and fear for obvious reasons ... But the looter was the first to come out of her trance and quickly put that strange feeling of fear aside; and instead, the familiar feeling of hatred returned to her soul.

"You killed him, motherfucker!" shouted the only woman in the group of looters in anguish and anger, while at the same time she started running with a baseball bat in her hands towards the woman with exotic black hair to beat the cursed woman to death for murdering her lover.

That other bad word apparently had a different effect on the unknown woman because her eyes watered to the brink of tears, but she managed to hold them back; and instead formed a small sphere of golden energy in the palm of her right hand.

{KABOOM!}

The explosion shook the sediments of the Super-Duper Mart, and some of it even flew through the air in large and small pieces of debris and dust.

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Almost at the Same Time

A blond-haired, blue-eyed young man in armor from certain pre-war subway vaults and with the number '101' on his back stood petrified in place; seeing a part of the Super-Duper Mart suddenly explode before his eyes.

"... Shit," whispered the unknown man in disbelief; upon witnessing such a unique event. "Now what do I tell Moira?" he wondered to himself with a grimace because he knew full well that said woman would be bombarding him with questions.

Although suddenly he had to put those thoughts aside when he saw that from the semi-destroyed place came out a person, more specifically a woman with exotic black hair and a strange and striking orange and blue clothing; without thinking twice in one quick movement he hid behind a nearby car and then peeked his head to see if the unknown woman had seen him, but instead he got another surprise quite pleasant to his eyes.

"... What the hell?" he said to himself in shock, but at the same time he had a blush on his cheeks for the attractive woman; who apparently didn't care that her clothes were semi-destroyed leaving part of her oversized breasts exposed.

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End of Chapter One

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The chapter has 2200 words.

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Uploaded: 17/06/22

Updated (Corrected): 16/11/22

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