Disclaimer: I do not own the anime/manga "DBZ-DBS" or the "Fallout" video game saga. The only thing I own is this alternate/parallel story that I have written for fun.
The Misadventures of Goki-Kakaroko
Part 1: W-Where Am I?
"Talking"
"Thinking"
"KameHameHa!" Attacks / Abilities / 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 spilled in the name of God, justice, or simply out of psychotic rage.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler turned Germany into an economic superpower.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: petroleum and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into bickering... Bickering 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 the resource wars 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 occurred pretty much as we had predicted: Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless; the reasons, as always, were purely human.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. In a mere two hours, the Earth was nearly wiped clean of life... Not just human life, as that great cleansing affected all life on the planet, an atomic spark struck by human hands that quickly spiraled out of control. Spears of nuclear energy rained from the skies, and the world plunged into an abyss of fire and nuclear radiation. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the Earth.
But despite what many predicted, that did not bring about the end of the world. The apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter in human history.
For man had succeeded in destroying the world, but war? War never changes.
The US capital, Washington DC, was a shining example of society before the war. 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 of countless nuclear bombs, poisoning its soil and waters. The monuments of the greatest and most inspiring moments in that old country's history were lost or forever scarred. The seat of the American government was almost entirely annihilated, and for two centuries, the ruins of DC lay abandoned, bleached by the sun and covered in ashes.
For the people of what is now the Capital Wasteland, life is pure suffering. Raiders, mutants, and wild animals pick off those who wander too far from the safe regions of the few civilizations that have risen from the ashes. Food and clean water are precious commodities that people fight and die for every day while scavenging across the Capital Wasteland. A race of monstrous, green-skinned beings, the Super Mutants, relentlessly feed on humans, capturing them and taking them to unknown locations. Few are capable of fighting this great threat.
The Brotherhood of Steel, led by the sympathetic and noble Elder Owyn Lyons, has fought to protect the people of the Capital Wasteland for over 20 years. These knights and paladins, clad in power armor and wielding technologically advanced weapons, strike at the Super Mutant threat from their command center: the Citadel, located within the ruins of the Pentagon.
But their efforts, however noble, have met with little success. A faction of their own, dissatisfied with Elder Lyons' choices, split from the Brotherhood, choosing instead to focus on the Brotherhood's original goals in the region: the acquisition of advanced pre-war technology. These Outcast soldiers (as the soldiers loyal to Lyons labeled them) have established themselves at Fort Independence, fiercely scavenging for technology in the DC ruins, disregarding anything (and anyone) else as a waste of time.
The brutal Super Mutants, of unknown origin and numbers, have posed a constant threat to all who inhabit the Capital Wasteland. For years, they have been the nightmares of those who hunt, and they have also invaded the DC ruins. These large, unintelligent Meta-Humans, accompanied by their mutated abominations, have waged an endless war for control over the Capital Wasteland.
They haven't succeeded... Yet.
The Capital Wasteland, like so many other places, is home to an endless conflict. And yet, beneath its lifeless, blood-soaked soil, a different story is told.
In the beginning, thousands of people managed to save themselves from the horrors of the holocaust by taking shelter in massive underground bunkers known as "Vaults." But when they emerged to the surface, the only thing they found was the hell of the Wasteland. Its inhabitants settled across the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new towns, and form new tribes.
Everyone, except the inhabitants of Vault 101, hidden in the center of the Capital Wasteland.
Because on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid shut, and no one ever opened it again.
Throughout its steel corridors, the Overseer's propaganda can be seen and heard on every terminal. It was here you were born, and it is here you will die.
Because no one ever enters Vault 101... And no one ever leaves.
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Present Time
A pair of coal-black eyes slowly opened with considerable difficulty, meeting a sizable hole in the ceiling... Had she perhaps made it with her own body? Whatever the case, her ears now picked up several voices followed by footsteps approaching her position, putting her on high alert.
"What the fuck happened!?"
A male voice demanded with obvious anger.
The black-eyed person ran a hand through her spiky black hair (shaped like a palm tree: with five spikes framing her forehead and four locks in the back) and brushed off a gray shimmer of dust, dirty from her previous battle against a very strong guy who had left her body badly battered... Remembering that last part caused her to let out a groan of pain, which did not go unnoticed by one of the people in the room because they had heard the woman's pained whimper.
"I don't fucking know! ... But they destroyed part of the roof!"
Another male voice replied, just as angry as the first.
Through gritted teeth, the woman with the exotic black hair lifted herself off the ground with considerable effort, having to lean on a nearby counter so as not to lose her balance and fall back down; for those two reasons, her world was spinning.
"Itai!"
Involuntarily, she let out another groan of pain, having accidentally put a large part of her body weight on her injured right foot.
Suddenly, though, the unknown woman was forcefully snapped out of her daze when an unknown person entered the area where she was standing and stared at her in silence for a couple of seconds, until:
"Assholes! Look what I found!"
The new unknown woman called out loudly to her companions, a sadistic smile forming on her lips at the sight of the half-naked, injured woman in front of her; a toy fallen from the sky that they could have fun with for a good while.
Enduring the pain in her body and ignoring the growing danger forming in front of her, the woman with the exotic black hair began to look around with a curious glint in her eyes because she instantly realized she was in a supermarket where there was surely a lot of food. Thinking about the latter caused her stomach to rumble with obvious hunger.
While the striking black-eyed woman continued to look around, she didn't notice a group of four men rushing through the door... But they immediately froze in their tracks when they saw the woman in their line of sight. Naturally, they began to look the mysterious stranger's half-naked body up and down until their eyes suddenly locked onto her very considerably sized breasts.
"Woah! ... Look at those tits, they're—"
"Huge!!!"
The raider finished his companion's sentence out loud, his lustful blue eyes still glued to the mysterious and sexy woman's K-cup tits.
The woman with the exotic black hair ignored the perverted comments from the group of raiders (along with the crazy, sadistic woman who was with them) who had very nasty intentions for her body. It didn't matter to her, because her attention was focused on a freezer/fridge where she immediately imagined there was plenty of food... However, she didn't even manage to take two steps before one of the guys blocked her path to the fridge full of food. This undoubtedly annoyed her greatly, reflecting in her expression and leaving her curiosity behind.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going, bitch?"
The same raider demanded furiously, but also with a lot of bewilderment at the voluptuous woman's carefree attitude.
That word used as an 'insult' caused the striking black-eyed woman to drop her annoyance. Instead, she focused her gaze on the unpleasant people, who at some point had pulled out their melee weapons and firearms, all aiming right at her.
"Bitch?"
She asked with a confused and curious tone, tilting her head slightly to the side because it was the first time she had heard that word used to identify someone.
The group of raiders rolled their eyes at the stupidity or innocence of this woman.
"Yeah, bitch!"
The same raider replied with an annoyed grunt, simultaneously starting to walk toward the unknown woman with less-than-holy intentions.
"Now let me touch those tits—"
{Crack!}
The guy never got the chance to lay his hands on the unknown woman's enormous breasts. She moved her hand at an astonishing speed, forming a fist, and delivered a powerful punch to the stomach of the guy who had invaded her personal space; sending him flying across the store to crash nastily into some shelves... And he didn't move from that spot again.
Meanwhile, the other members of the perverse group of killers watched the strong, striking black-eyed woman in disbelief and fear for obvious reasons... But the female raider was the first to snap out of her trance. She quickly pushed that strange feeling of fear aside, and the familiar feeling of hatred returned to her soul.
"Peter! NOOOO! You killed him, you son of a bitch!"
The only woman in the raider group screamed in anguish and rage, charging toward the woman with exotic black hair with a baseball bat in her hands, intent on beating the bitch to death for killing her lover.
That other bad word apparently had a different effect on the unknown woman. Her eyes welled up on the verge of tears, but she managed to hold them back; instead, she formed a small sphere of golden energy in the palm of her right hand.
{KABOOM!}
The explosion rocked the foundations of the Super Duper Mart, blowing a section of it high into the air in large and small pieces of rubble and dust.
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Almost at the Same Time
A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing armor from a certain pre-war underground vault with the number '101' on his back, stood petrified in place; watching as a section of the Super Duper Mart suddenly exploded right before his eyes.
"... Holy shit."
The unknown man said in disbelief upon witnessing such a unique event.
"And now what do I tell Moira?"
He asked himself with a grimace, knowing perfectly well that the woman would bombard him with questions.
He suddenly had to push those thoughts aside, however, when he saw a person emerge from the half-destroyed building—more specifically, a woman with exotic black hair wearing a strange, eye-catching orange and blue outfit. Without thinking twice, in one swift movement, he hid behind a nearby car and then peeked out to see if the unknown woman had spotted him. Instead, he received a rather pleasant surprise for his eyes.
"... What the hell?"
He said to himself in shock, but at the same time, a blush crept onto his cheeks because of the attractive woman, who didn't seem to care that her clothes were half-destroyed, exposing part of her massive breasts.
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A Moment Later
A certain woman with exotic black hair slowly climbed out of the rubble of what was once a section of the Super Duper Mart with a wince of pain. A couple of tears escaped her eyes and slid down her cheeks. For the moment, she forgot she was hungry because her thoughts were elsewhere, or rather, on someone very important to her.
"Broly..."
She sadly murmured the name of a certain Legendary Saiyan. He was the first man who had caused that feeling of 'butterflies in the stomach' (a phrase humans used when they fell in love with someone), along with that particular sensation of her heart racing whenever he got too close to her.
Suddenly, the unknown woman was pulled from her thoughts when she heard someone's footsteps rapidly approaching her position.
"Help, please!"
The woman with striking black eyes quickly wiped her face with her right forearm, drying her tears.
"Huh?"
She said in surprise upon hearing the unknown voice, focusing her gaze on a boy, approximately 7 or 8 years old, running quickly toward her.
The woman with exotic black hair curiously observed the boy's features: brown hair and light blue eyes.
"Please, miss! Help me!"
The boy repeated desperately once he was in front of the unknown woman, his only hope. He took a moment to rest and breathe normally after running for a long time from the danger stalking him.
The striking black-eyed woman put her curiosity aside, her expression changing to a very attentive one.
"What's wrong, kid? Are you hurt?"
She asked with obvious concern, kneeling in front of the boy.
The boy was truly captivated by the woman's dark eyes, but quickly shook his head to snap out of his trance. The feeling of fear immediately rushed back into his being.
"T-Those THINGS... They... They're g-gonna kill me..."
He stammered out an answer. It was obvious he was terrified, his eyes darting everywhere, looking for any sign that whatever was chasing him had followed him here.
The woman with exotic black hair tilted her head slightly to the side in a rather kawaii manner.
"...'Things'? What do you mean by that?"
She asked with a confused expression, though a hint of curiosity flooded her mind. Perhaps there were strong monsters around here she could fight, too.
The brown-haired boy gulped as he remembered how 'those things' had surprisingly attacked the town where he lived with his father and the other residents... It had all happened so fast that for a moment he thought he was in a damn nightmare or something.
"Yes! ... The monsters! They're scary! Make them stop, please!"
The terrified boy pleaded to the unknown woman, who looked at him with obvious concern.
The woman in the striking orange and blue outfit widened her coal-black eyes at hearing the word 'monsters' come out of the boy's mouth, springing up from her kneeling position.
"Monsters?! Where!?"
She exclaimed with an excited glint in her striking black eyes, looking all around for these supposed 'monsters'.
The blue-eyed boy watched the woman in surprise, as it was the first time he had seen an adult act that way.
"Everything's going to be okay, little guy. I'll defeat those 'monsters'! I promise."
She said with a bright smile.
Once again, the exotic black-haired woman's words surprised the brown-haired boy, but that smile brought a lot of peace to his soul.
"R-Really...? You won't abandon me like the other adults? Can you... Can you really help me?"
The boy asked almost in a whisper, since adults weren't usually very kind to others; much less to a child.
An almost maternal smile formed on the striking black-eyed woman's lips upon hearing the child's questions.
"Of course I'll help you!"
She replied positively out loud, giving him a thumbs-up with her right hand; the boy was undoubtedly a bit baffled by the unfamiliar gesture.
"But first tell me, who are these 'monsters'?"
She said with the same hint of curiosity as before, slipping her left hand into the pocket of her eye-catching orange and blue outfit and pulling out a small light brown pouch.
The boy's light eyes carefully watched the pouch the unknown woman pulled from the pocket of her strangely half-destroyed orange and blue clothes. She then opened the pouch and pulled out a... Bean? That left him somewhat confused, but he didn't give it much thought and instead decided to answer the question:
"Those... Things... They're giant ants... They've taken over Grayditch and killed everyone!"
The boy explained loudly as he remembered how his friends were killed by those insects.
"Please, miss. Find my dad; maybe he's still alive."
He added, quite distressed at the idea of becoming a total orphan in such a hostile world.
The woman with the exotic black hair listened carefully to the boy's words while looking at the Senzu Bean in her right hand, which would heal her internal and external wounds.
"I see..."
She said to herself with a thoughtful expression. She then popped the bean into her mouth, chewing it for a few seconds before swallowing. The result was a massive change.
The brown-haired boy's blue eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the wounds of the woman in the exotic orange and blue outfit begin to heal at an incredibly rapid pace. He couldn't even say anything because her next words immediately snapped him out of his shocked state.
"Alright, let's go find your dad and kick those ants' butts while we're at it!"
She promised out loud, clenching her right fist in front of her smiling face.
The brown-haired boy's expression lit up with the familiar emotion of happiness.
"Really!? A million thanks... Miss—"
The boy paused, realizing that the woman with the spiky black hair had never told him her name. Instead, he stared at her, waiting patiently for her to give him a name or a nickname.
Meanwhile, the woman's striking black eyes widened to comical proportions upon realizing she had never told the brown-haired boy her name.
"I almost forgot!"
She exclaimed with a very surprised expression.
"My name is Goki, but people also call me Kakaroko."
She introduced herself, this time with a wide, cute smile on her lips.
Profile: The woman (30) known as 'Goki-Kakaroko' has fair skin and is 1.70m (5'7") tall. She has a voluptuous body (huge breasts, a flat stomach with visible abs accompanied by a slim waist, wide hips, and a massive rear). Measurements: 120-64-96 (bust, waist, hips, respectively). She has spiky, palm tree-shaped black hair and eyes as dark as coal. Her outfit consists of an orange and blue Gi along with boots, which was damaged from a previous battle.
The blue-eyed boy was undoubtedly captivated by the smile of the young woman now known as 'Goki' or 'Kakaroko'.
"... B-Bryan, Bryan Wilks."
The boy introduced himself with a small stutter at the beginning, but managed to shake it off as he extended his right hand toward his possible savior, intending to shake her hand.
Profile: The boy (8) known as 'Bryan Wilks' has tanned skin and is 1.50m (4'11") tall. He has brown hair and light (blue) eyes. His outfit consists of a ragamuffin outfit.
The smile on the coal-black-eyed woman's face transformed into a very friendly and happy one at having a new friend in this new world.
"Nice to meet you, Bryan!"
Goki said out loud, extending her right hand and enthusiastically (but controlling her incredible superhuman strength) shaking the boy's hand. He remained surprised by her demeanor.
Once they broke the handshake, they both stood in silence, looking into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds until the palm-tree-haired woman broke eye contact. Instead, she began looking toward the ruined town near their location.
"By the way... Where is your house, Bryan?"
Goki asked with interest, as there were many things that caught her attention regarding the technological differences (Cars, infrastructure, among other things) between her world and other places she'd seen on other planets in her universe.
Even the animals were somewhat strange, like the odd rodent with sharp claws and even sharper incisors that was lazily walking toward her and the boy. Curiously, upon noticing the female Saiyan's presence, the animal fled in terror to its burrow, not wanting to become a meal for the apex predator at the top of the food chain.
The boy's blue eyes widened in surprise upon realizing he had been staring intently at the coal-black-eyed woman for quite a while.
"Um... Oh, right!"
Bryan exclaimed with a pink tint on his cheeks.
"My house is the closest one to the marquee and the old diner. Follow me, Goki!"
The boy gestured with his head, then started jogging toward Grayditch, keeping his gaze straight ahead to hide his embarrassed expression from his savior.
The coal-black eyes of the woman in the exotic orange and blue outfit lit up at the prospect of the next exciting adventure, where she hoped there would be strong monsters to fight.
"Okey Dokey!"
Goki accepted without a problem, throwing up a peace sign with the fingers of her left hand before catching up with the boy.
After this, both the female Saiyan and the human boy began jogging toward Grayditch with the intention of finding the latter's father... Although Bryan already had a sinking feeling that his dad was already dead because of certain fire-breathing monsters.
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Goki-Kakaroko's S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Strength: Error 404. (?)
Perception: 10.
Endurance: Error 404. (?)
Charisma: 5.
Intelligence: 3.
Agility: Error 404. (?)
Luck: 10.
Goki-Kakaroko's Power Levels
Goki-Kakaroko (Injured): 1,000,000
Goki-Kakaroko (Base State: Senzu Bean + Zenkai): 16,000,000
Goki-Kakaroko (Super Saiyan): 800,000,000
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Very Close to Bryan and Goki-Kakaroko
A certain blond-haired young man frowned in disbelief and confusion at the SPECIAL stats of the woman in the exotic, half-destroyed orange and blue outfit; logically, those numbers shouldn't be possible.
"... Is my Pip-Boy glitching?"
He muttered, even giving the device a small smack with his right fist, hoping the numbers he had seen would magically fix themselves. Surprisingly, it didn't work like he had seen in a movie years ago when he still lived in Vault 101. Those were good times.
Seeing that the numbers didn't change, the blond sighed and looked back toward the boy and the peculiar super-powered woman as they began jogging toward Grayditch... He admitted that he had been following the striking black-eyed woman for quite a while now, and it made him feel bad because it made him look like some kind of damn pervert.
...
..
.
But it was impossible to take his eyes off her, and he didn't know how to explain it in words!
If Amata saw him, or by some twist of fate found out about this... she'd probably kill him. But first, she'd torture him in the cruelest way possible for a man, then kill him, then revive him and do it all over again... the thought made the young man shudder with obvious fear.
"Curiosity's going to kill you someday, David..."
He muttered with a grimace as he stood up from the bushy rocks where he had been hiding to watch the woman in the orange and blue outfit through his binoculars.
Profile: The young man (19) known as 'David' (Nickname: 'Lone Wanderer') has semi-tanned skin and is 1.83m (6'0") tall; his body is athletic and very well-endowed. He has blond hair and blue eyes. His outfit consists of an armored Vault 101 jumpsuit.
After this, the Lone Wanderer began to walk quickly and stealthily toward the town, intending to follow the duo simply out of curiosity to see how the spiky-haired woman had managed to emerge 'unscathed' from that explosion... and, of course, to keep admiring her from a safe distance.
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End of Part 1
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Uploaded: 03/15/25
Updated (Corrected): ?/?/?
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Omake 1
"Phew... That was delicious! Thanks for the food, Bulma!"
Goki exclaimed with a massive smile, gently rubbing her flat stomach despite having devoured a mountain of plates that would bankrupt an army. Her exotic, spiky black hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze at Capsule Corporation.
A few steps away from her, a young man with long black hair and scars on his face gulped nervously. His hands were sweating profusely as he hid a small velvet box behind his back.
"Calm down, Yamcha... You're the Lone Wolf, you can do this. This is your moment!"
Yamcha thought to himself, giving himself a mental pep talk as he approached the voluptuous woman in the striking orange and blue outfit.
"U-Um... Goki?"
Yamcha called for her attention, his voice trembling slightly.
"Huh? Is something wrong, Yamcha? Are you gonna eat that last leftover meat bun?"
Goki asked, tilting her head to the side in a kawaii manner, her striking black eyes fixated on the martial artist's hands, desperately looking for anything edible.
"I-It's not food!"
Yamcha exclaimed quickly, waving his hands before taking a deep breath. He gathered his courage, dropped to one knee, and pulled out the small box, opening it to reveal a sparkling diamond-encrusted ring.
"Goki... for a long time I've admired your incredible strength and... well, everything about you. I... Would you do me the honor of marrying me?!"
A deathly silence fell over the courtyard. From a nearby window, Bulma and Krillin held their breath, watching the scene with wide eyes.
Goki blinked once, twice, three times. Her coal-black eyes locked onto the small, shiny object in the box, and then onto Yamcha's completely flushed face. Her relaxed expression changed to one of deep, analytical concentration.
"Marrying...?"
Goki repeated the word slowly, tasting the syllables as if trying to decipher an alien language.
"Yes! Marriage. Being together, sharing our lives, supporting each other..." Yamcha smiled in relief, feeling hope bloom in his chest. She was seriously considering it!
Suddenly, Goki's eyes lit up to comical levels with indescribable excitement, and a giant smile formed on her lips as a small trail of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"Ah! I get it! 'Marriage' must be a super special, delicious dish! Is it sweet or salty? That little shiny circle must be the appetizer! It looks pretty hard to chew... but I bet it has a good crunch."
Goki exclaimed enthusiastically, bringing her face close to the box with the clear intention of taking a bite out of the engagement ring with her strong teeth.
"W-WHAT?! NO, GOKI, IT'S NOT FOOD!"
Yamcha screamed in horror, snatching the box away just in time before the female Saiyan's teeth could destroy the jewel that had cost him his entire life savings.
In the distance, a loud Thud! echoed as Bulma and Krillin fell flat on their backs with their legs in the air, true anime style, completely defeated by the warrior's unyielding innocence.
"Huh? It's not food...?" Goki made an adorable, disappointed pout, crossing her arms (which only highlighted her massive assets even more) and instantly losing interest in the proposal. "Aw... how boring. I don't want any 'Marriage', then. I'm going to go find Krillin to spar for a bit, that food gave me a lot of energy!"
Yamcha remained on his knees, a dark, purple cloud of depression floating over his head, the ring still in his hand, as he watched the woman of his dreams skip carelessly away.
"My heart... my poor, poor heart..."
Yamcha cried waterfalls of tears, curling up into a ball on the grass as the wind blew by, carrying his dignity away with it.
End of Omake 1