The director stumbled out of his office, trying to hold onto the wall. "A-are we under attack by some devil?!"
Not even bothering on giving the pathetic man a reply, Makima took off towards the sounds of fighting, using her chains to shove away anyone in her way.
Eventually she found the clerk from earlier huddled in a corner. Makima shoved a chain into the woman's brain without hesitation. "Explain."
"T-there's some small Monkey Devil rampaging through the building. All of the hunters present have all gathered to deal with him, but somehow the child was beating them easily, so they resorted to using their devil contracts…"
"Tch!" Makima ripped the chain out of her brain, not caring for whatever side effects happen to her.
This was by far the WORST thing that could've happened, and she honestly didn't think anyone would be dumb enough to challenge an entire base of devil hunters to a fight!
Unfortunately, her new 'pet' was dumb enough.
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Goku dodged several rapid fired shots from the female hunter that had a contract with the Thorn Devil.
Her ammunition morphed into razor sharp thorns you'd see on roses and were being shot out much faster than regular bullets.
He deflected some with his staff, then charged forward with his staff still spinning to deflect the oncoming attacks.
"Take this, devil brat!" A deep voice came from behind him. The little monkey slid to the left and avoided the heavy anvil that almost crushed him. The other devil hunter apparently had a contract with the Anvil Devil.
"Man…these are some weird devils." Goku muttered, scratching his head. Once the Devil Hunters had decided to up the difficulty of the fight, Goku's been forced to constantly adapt to each of these weird abilities.
Honestly, he was having a blast fighting these guys! With each one he took out another would appear with an even weirder power!
But the biggest issue were the hunters themselves, who weren't very strong without their contracts. "But you're not gonna beat me with them!"
"Oh yeah?! And what makes you say that?!" The female hunter growled.
"It's just that you guys are pretty weak. If you trained some more instead of relying on these devil contracts, then you guys would be a lot stronger!" Goku advised.
He motioned towards the mountain of unconscious Devil Hunters that littered the grounds of the destroyed headquarters.
"Shut up, devil brat! I don't need to be getting lectured by some damn Sun Wukong wannabe Devil!" The woman hissed with hatred.
"Sun Wukong? My name's Son Goku!" He corrected her.
"I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT YOUR NAME!" She screamed.
"That's it! Let's finally kill this brat!" The male hunter cried.
"Yeah, let's-" Two separate chains entered their brains before they could finish, causing their devils to disappear.
Their bodies dropped to the ground with a loud thud, confusing Goku. He looked over to see who had done that and smiled.
"Makima!" He was happy to see his friend.
"Goku." She was NOT happy, but the boy was too dense to realize the anger seeping from underneath her smile.
She slowly walked towards him and was growing even more infuriated by the way he refused to fear her wrath. "What did I tell you?"
"Tell me?"
"Before I entered the office."
"Oh! To sit in the chair!"
"And what did you not do?"
He genuinely looked confused and scratched his head in thought. Whatever hamster was turning that tiny brain of his was trying to solve the issue that Makima had. "Uh… I talked to someone?"
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Later that day, after Makima wiped all of the Devil Hunters' and employee's minds of their battle with Goku, she would be eternally grateful that nobody other than that idiotic monkey was around to see the look of pure befuddlement on her face.
It would be almost a week later that Makima would return to work with her stupid monkey assistant to tackle some mission in the bustling place called West City.
"West City?! Hey, my friend Bulma lives there!"
"Bulma…" She hadn't thought too much about it at the time, but now that they were heading towards the city on a train ride, Makima felt some familiarity with the name. "Bulma…as in Bulma Briefs?"
"Yup! She's my friend!"
For some weird reason that honestly didn't surprise her.
"Makima, can we stop for some food?"
"No."
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"Mommy, can I have some food?" Goten once again interrupted her story, his stomach grumbling.
Makima sighed, but decided it was alright to pause here. "Go tell your sister and brother to get ready for dinner. They should be doing their homework as you should've been."
If that little jab had registered in his head at all, the boy didn't show it. "Yes, Mommy!" Goten raced towards the stairs leading to the second floor of their home. "GOHAN! NAYUTA! MOMMY SAYS GET READY FOR DINNER!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT, GOTEN! WE CAN HEAR YOU!" A female voice shouted, followed by a loud slam.
"Nayuta! What did Mom say about throwing Goten through a wall?" A softer, but stern masculine voice scolded the yo
"But, Gohan, Goten was being annoying again!" She stomped her feet.
"No, I wasn't!"
"Yes, you were!"
Makima sighed, smiling at the sounds of her children. She didn't mind them having their arguments, but if they end up breaking into another fight that ends up almost wrecking the house again then she'll have to get involved.
Maybe telling them ALL the story during dinner will help keep them behaved.
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Son Gohan, dressed in a tattered purple GI and orange shoes, watched helplessly as his father and friends were getting utterly decimated by seven miniature versions of the bio-android Cell.
After his father had shockingly given up the battle against Cell, relinquishing the responsibility onto him, Gohan had been pushed physically by the monstrous android, all in an effort to make him lose his temper.
he Devil Saiyan hybrid tried to reach into his anger, thinking back to all of the times he had lost his temper against his enemies.
But each one of those were spur of the moment, unpredictable and uncontrollable. He didn't know…he wasn't sure if forcing out this dormant power was even possible!