Hello all who read this story. This is my first ever attempt at any type of story, so, if you would, please e-mail me any opinion you may have concerning this story. Whether it’s good or bad. I don’t care I just need some feedback. You can contact me at graves07@yahoo.com. As for the story, all you need to know is that it takes place in a world based on the real world. That would be the one you’re in now in case you didn’t know. Also this Logan guy is Goku, although I don’t ever plan on calling him Goku any time in the story. If that bothers you e-mail me. These are just the first five chapters of what will hopefully become a long, epic, saga. More of the plot will be revealed in the next few chapters.

CHAPTER ONE

It was May 31st, 1998 and Logan couldn’t have been more excited. Standing on stage with his cap and gown, only a few minutes away from leaving the pathetic little high school for the last time. He remembered when he first came to the little hick town. For the first thirteen years of his life Logan lived in a rich suburban town just outside Miami. He now lived in a small Idaho farm town. The transition was hell.

The town was as I said, little and pathetic. The town couldn’t have been more than a few miles wide and a few miles long. At the northern end of the town were a general store (which also served as a gas station), a diner, and the town post office. At the southern end were the elementary school, a high school, and a nearby, run down building that once served as a firehouse. Now, three nights a week, it housed a screaming, pumped up class of about ten Tae Kwon Do students. One of which was Logan. And between all this were a few farmhouses and vast fields of potatoes, corn, and various other crops. Also off in the distance, on a big hill was Logan’s house. It was set to the east about a half-mile away. Compared to the small farmhouses below, it looked like a mansion.

Another half-mile to the east was another small town. This town was about the size of one city block. It was more heavily populated than its neighboring town. It had a few gas stations, a public library, a locally owned department store, a grocery store, some housing, and a few other small shops.

The high school was like any high school and the students were like any students. Of course there were groups. This had a lot to do with how Logan started his Tae Kwon Do training. As far as the groups went there were your redneck farm boys that came primarily from the farm town and the next mile to the east. Then there were the preppy kids from the other part of town. Both groups seemed powerful and they usually avoided each other. Between the two fell the nerdy kids. The kids who were accepted by neither group. The rednecks and preps liked to exert their power on these kids. They were easy to push around. This put the nerds at the bottom of the food chain. At the very top were the kids that could play both sides.

In particular was a kid named Eddie Saiyer. When Logan first came Eddie was 13, and had been training in Tae Kwon Do for almost three years. It was nearly time for Eddie to test for his black belt. In addition to Tae Kwon Do Eddie also played sports. He played almost all of them, but he especially shined in football and was expected to be the school’s next great football star. Eddie lived in the farming section of the town, but dressed and acted like the preppy kids. So, he was cool with the kids on both sides.

When Logan came he was something different. He wasn’t a redneck, he wasn’t a prep, and he wasn’t a nerd. He was a rocker. He had long, black hair that stuck up off his head in big thick spikes that looked unmanageable even with hair gel. But surprisingly Logan didn’t use any hair gel. His spikes were somehow natural. On his forehead hung three or four smaller spikes that resembled the bigger ones. At times he had tried to style it with hair gel but it would just automatically go back to its original style. Also he had gotten it cut once, but it grew back almost immediately, so he just left it alone now. As for the rest of his appearance Logan would usually wear baggy, black pants and a black shirt that said something like "Metallica" or "Ozzy" or "The Misfits" or "Danzig" on it. Also he would wear jewelry, but not diamond earrings or gold bracelets. No, Logan would wear chrome chains. Usually one long one around his neck and maybe a few smaller ones on each wrist. And his attitude lived up to his hard appearance. He definitely was not easy to push around, and this didn’t sit well with the preps and rednecks.

The first incident occurred only about a week after Logan started attending his new school. "Looks like these idiots don’t like me," Logan thought to himself as he walked across the baseball field where the others collected during lunch. Why he was out there was beyond him, he didn’t even know anyone and he thought he didn’t want to.

"What you doin’ out here?" came a harsh sounding voice from Logan’s left. He snapped his head around to look at the origin of the voice. Logan saw two boys. One was fairly short, probably three or four inches shorter than Logan. Despite being short the boy was about as wide as a truck He wore faded blue jeans, brown work boots, a camouflage jacket that was also faded, and a black hat that said "caterpillar" on it. The other boy was tall and skinny as a toothpick. He was dressed basically the same but without the hat. They both had yellow bucked teeth that made them look like beavers and red hair.

"They could be brothers," Logan thought to himself.

"Yeah I’m talkin’ to you," said the fat one." What you doin’ out here" he demanded once again as he started to waddle his way towards Logan.

"What’s it to you," Logan said with a calm tone of confidence in his voice.

"Just wonderin’ what you doin city boy," the fat little man said sarcastically with a smile on his face. "Maybe you should go back inside, cause we don’t want you out here".

"I think I’ll stay," Logan retorted with the same confidence remaining in his voice.

"Listen here!" shouted the fat boy with anger. "If I tell you to go inside you do it!"

"I’ll do whatever the hell I want and there’s nothing you can do about it," said Logan, still calm but with a little anger to intimidate his tubby foe.

"Fuck you," said the fat little boy obviously angered at the fact that Logan wasn’t going to let him push him around. Then the chubby little hic promptly put his middle finger in Logan’s face. "What you gonna do about it?" asked the redneck, attempting to provoke his tall, muscular foe.

"Bring it on fat boy," Logan said at a low whisper with an evil looking smile on his face. Logan’s heavyweight opponent started to attack with a right handed punch when he was stopped in mid move as Logan grabbed the finger that was still in his face, snapping it on contact, and simultaneously punched him in the nose, sending blood squirting everywhere. The overweight redneck was out before he hit the ground, but Logan was not done yet. The other boy ran at him quick. "You gonna get it now city boy!" he yelled as he ran toward Logan. Just as his enemy was upon him Logan quickly placed a stiff sidekick under his chin lifting him slightly into the air. Logan looked calmly on at the destruction he had just caused. "These two should switch to decaf," Logan said to himself. "I hope everyone doesn’t fight like them," Logan said aloud. To him fighting wasn’t just a way to settle differences with people he didn’t like. To Logan fighting was a way of life. Logan loved to fight, no, he had to fight. Fighting was as necessary to Logan as breathing.

"I can fight," came a confident voice from behind Logan. Logan turned around to see a black haired boy sitting on a picnic table about ten feet away from him. The boy had a buzz cut hair doo with a prominent widows peak. His eyes were a dark blue that almost glowed. He wore dark kakis with dark brown boots that were almost identical to the ones worn by the two sleeping hics at his feet, only more fashionable. His shirt was white with the words "Abercrombie and Fitch," printed on it. "You wanna try fighting me," he said as he started walking towards Logan. "My name’s Eddie," he said walking closer with a confidant stride.

"My name is Logan,"

"So you wanna fight me?" Eddie asked again.

"Sure. I’d love to," Logan answered as if he were being asked out on a date. Eddie was right in front of Logan now.

"Before we get started I have to warn you, I’m a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, but you look like you have some training as well,"

Actually Logan had none, but he wasn’t going to say that now.

"Lets get started," Eddie said.

"Either one of you lay a finger on the other and you’re both dead!" screamed an angry voice from back at the school. The discipline teacher had come out and seen everything. He quickly put himself between the two and then grabbed Logan. "Come on," said the tall man. "You’re going to the principal’s office,"

"Another time," Eddie yelled as Logan was escorted back into the building.

"Yeah another time," Logan yelled back.

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