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Phantom of the Opera	By : KrazyKat001 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phantom of the Opera

By: KrazyKat001

This is an AU. Gohan is a little older than Goku. Trunks and Goku are around the same age. Gohan and Goku are not related, not even remotely related to Chichi.

Chapter One

Deep inside the massive, overwhelming opera house, you can find glorious details emitting from decorations on the wall, and the breathtaking view 3,000 empty seats spread throughout the vast, open room. Near the stage, there are small partitioned sections of the balcony commonly known as boxes, and they are simply breathtaking to see the balcony decorated in a royalty manner. In the long history of this theatre building, rulers, nobles, and wealthy people who used patronage of the arts to endorse their political ambitions and social positions often financed the opera performances. However, in the recent decades, the culture moved away from its patronage system to a publicly supported system and the culture adapted this way ever since the Saiyans live amongst them over thirty years ago.

We find young males and females dancing across the stage. Music sprung to life with a radiant revenge, thunderous chorus of dancers sing along. The small, obese pig, glowing with pride as he presents his shiny, cheesy costume of a Roman soldier of war. The pig enters the front of the stage, appearing the dominant character of the rehearsal. Other dancers paused momentarily in place, as lights slowly dims on the postures and aims to the main person on stage. The chorus ceases singing, leaving the ecstatic pig, entering as Hannibal, singing in a bold, tenor voice. His voice carries his pride in his duty as Hannibal, the main character of the play:

“Sad to return to find the land we land we love

Threatened once more by Roma’s far-reaching grasp!”

“Stop! Stop!! Hold it this instant!!” Gohan interrupts with demanding hoarse tone, successfully halting the actor from venturing any further into the solo. He is a young man with wild, black hair combed in a professional manner. He sighs exasperatedly at the pig, as his duty as a conductor, he held back with such dire distaste as he corrects Oolong his mistake. He held the bridge of his nose, “Sir… We say ‘Rome,’ not ‘Roma.’ Are you not the ‘great’ Oolong Piangi we all heard of? I don’t care if you speak Italian or use Italian accent, it does not give you the excuse to act like foreign idiot!”

Oolong snorts, like a pig, at the man. He crossed his arms in pout, “How was I suppose to know it’s ‘Rome’ and not ‘Roma?!’ I’d believe Roma sounds a much better name than some boring dull word! Hannibal wouldn’t care much if he didn’t treat the land as a lady, if you know where I’m going with this.” Oolong chuckles lustily, dark pink tints his nose as he visualize the land as a sexual deity.

Gohan looks up with dark eyes hidden in the shadow. Sometimes, he really hates his job. He’ll be damned if he let this impudent bastard tarnish the pride of this Opera House. How he wished he could just slap the perverted pig right there and then, but he couldn’t. It was not worth the risk and he most definitely love his pay grade. After all, the cubby shifter is one of the two most important singers bringing in the people and the money. He spoke tersely, disguising his dark intent to insult the pig, “It’s pronounced ‘Rome,’ not Roma. Unless you rather get publicly humiliated for getting the name wrong. I suggest you get it right.”

Oolong groans. He turns his attention from the conductor and practices getting the name right. “Rome… Rome…” His voice trails off as the dancers rejoins the stage, especially well developed young women practicing and twirling across the stage. “Mmmm…. Mmmm…mmmm!!” He wiggles his brows suggestively at some of the females who dances nearby.

Gohan groans at the display, smacking both palms on his face. He shakes his head in distain. He knew how big of a pervert Oolong is, but this is getting ridiculous! It’s getting in the way with the program. He rests a hand to his cheek and wave his other gloved hand in the air in disgust as he leans forward onto his music stand. He rolls his eyes, reigning in the fact that the pig is impossible to deal with. Ugh…

The conductor notices the manager of the Opera, Roshi, enters the stage with Yajerobe and Chaotzu as he shows them around the place. He trudges with a lean, wooden cane, appearing fragile to his companions but the conductor knew better. The old man had this keen ability to take advantage of his weak appearance but that doesn’t stop him from lifting the two tons of granite each day, Gohan mentally chuckles at this hindsight. The old man grins wide, presenting his missing teeth, chortling as he converse the others of the reputation of the Opera House.

The conductor clears his throat, tapping his thin baton on the music stand. Hence, snatching Oolong’s attention from the girls. Gohan stood with his posture straight and voice strict, eyes scrutinizing at the pig, “Once again, sir, if you please. From the top, ‘Sad to return…’” He waves his baton in the air, music rise to life, growing louder and with emotion and intensity.

Meanwhile, the retiring manager chats with his fellow companions. He regards Chaotzu and Yajerobe, “This way, gentlemen, this way. Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production of Chalumeau’s ‘Hannibal.” Ah… what Roshi didn’t bother to mention the new managers is how the scripts of production came into his hands. Roshi chuckles to himself. If only they knew… His voice trails off as he notices a hiatus in the rehearsal. Several females were huddle together and one chick dances from the flock, passing the old man who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Aaack!!” The dancer blushes, infuriated at inappropriate hand touching her firm bottom. “How dare you?!” She clobbers the perverted manager on the head.

Receiving a huge, red lump on his head, Roshi got up quickly as if this was his daily occurrence. Choatzu and Yajerobe sweatdrops.

The retiring manager loudly clears his throat, capturing everyone’s attention. “Ladies, heh eh eh…” The old man laughs lustfully, red tint spreading his face. Every female dancers hiss at Roshi, several male dancers let out a groan but overall, everyone knew what a kind but perverted man Roshi is. Aside from his constant sexual harassment on the dancers, the manager never went any further besides groping them. Roshi continues, returning to his normal self, “…and gentlemen, some of you may have already met Chaotzu and Yajerobe.”

The two men…uh… chubby man and a boy with pale features both bow politely before their audience.

A panic-stricken conductor pips in, interrupting, “A-ah! My apologies, Master Roshi, we are rehearsing here. If you don’t mind waiting a bit longer?”

The retiring manager respectively approves, grin still on his feature, “Go ahead, Gohan. Proceed, proceed.”

Gohan smiles, “Thank you, Sir.” Turning his attention back to Oolong, he speaks tersely, “’Sad to return…’” He narrows dangerously as music abrupt to life.

Roshi whispers to the new managers, nodding toward the conductor, “Master Gohan, our chief repetieur. I should mention, for a brilliant young man, he also happens to be a demi-saiyan. But don’t mention it to him, unless you are the suicidal sort. He is rather sensitive about this topic. He takes pride in his roles as a repetieur and conductor. Rather a tyrant, I’m afraid. Wouldn’t let anyone have a break for long. If only he let the chorus girls have a break…” His voice broke off, sniffing as he develops a self-pity party. Chaotzu and Yajerobe sweatdrops at his pitiful display.

The rehearsal continues. Dancers step into their place, with body and limbs arch motionless in the air as the crew lights gather attention onto Oolong, playing as Hannibal in his well-composed tenor voice:

“Sad to return to find the land we love

threatened once more by Rome’s far-reaching grasp!

Tomorrow, we shall break the chains of Rome. Tonight,

rejoice – your army has come home!!”

Music dancing in the air. Ballet girls and boys begin their dance. They follow Oolong’s lead, their dancing choreography flow in fluid motion across the stage. Chain of chorus sings radiant, steps thundering across the stage.

The two young managers and Roshi stand in the center of the stage, watching the rehearsal play out. Noticing a bit too late, they are in the way of the rehearsal. Roshi led the two mangers to the side of the stage, respectively allowing the rehearsal continues without further difficulties. The ballet continues, even after Roshi led the two away.

The retiring manager notices the wide eyes of his companions as they watch the pig sings. He chuckles at this, “Don’t be fooled by his looks.” He continues as he indicates Oolong, “Even though he is a Perso-human, he is our principle tenor. Not to mention that he is none other than the famous Oolong Piangi. Oh, don’t look so surprised. Did you really think every famed opera singers are humans? Heh eh eh… He does play the opposite of La Chichi, mind you. Before you remark about Oolong’s physical aspects, I am obligated to inform that he is also a shape-shifter. So when the opera performance plays tonight, Oolong will transform into any figure he feels suitable for the character he plays. Plus, I haven’t lost a single customer, thanks to him.”

The two managers are mixed with surprised and fascinated by this news. Roshi fails to mention that most of the customers are female and a huge fan of Oolong. Should they ever find out Oolong’s true nature… well, he’ll leave that problem onto them. Roshi chuckles wheezy, revealing his missing teeth.

A petite woman with big, curly, blue hair stands behind the managers quickly became exasperated by their presence. She bangs her cane angrily on the stage, startling the frightened managers, “Gentlemen, please! If you would kindly move aside?”

Roshi, terrified of the woman’s fury, laughs uneasily, “My a-apologies. Milady.” He bows as she walks pass them, inspecting the dancers. Roshi leads the two managers aside, completely off the stage. Speaking softly, the old man indicates to the blue-haired woman, “Milady Bulma, our ballet mistress. A once renowned heiress of the Capsule Corporation before the saiyans took over her business. Although, there were rumors that Capsule Corporation ran out of business the instant the saiyans arrived.” Roshi paused for a moment, “I should also mention that she is very ah… still sensitive about Capsule Corps. It is a very sore subject for her. You will do well to not mention saiyans in front of her.”

The retiring manager sighs, “I don’t mind confessing, I shan’t be sorry to be rid of the whole blessed business. Although…” He trails his eyes through his thick sunglasses after the well-developed ballet girls, watching their boobs bounce as they jump each step. His voice breaks as he regains his self-pity party, sniffing “I’ll miss the beautiful bouncy babes…”

Yajerobe stares at him, thinking how lame the old man is acting. “I keep asking you, Roshi, why exactly are you retiring?” He gulps, terror fills in his eyes as he remembers the earlier events in the car, “I-it’s b-b-better n-not be the g-ghost I h-heard about.” Chaotzu laughs at his friend stutters. Yajerobe growls at him.

The old man happily ignores the subject. He watches the ballet as though he is deeply enjoying the performance. He spoke brightly, “We take particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets.”

They watch as a young man with purple hair, the male lead dancer, becomes prominent among the dancers. He moves with strong determination and confidence, allowing his limbs to express this fact.

Chaotzu, impressed with his performance, “Who is that guy, Master Roshi?”

“Eh?” Roshi looks around.

The pale boy sweatdrops, staring at him with an unreadable expression, “The purple one.”

“Oh! Him?” The old man densely realized. He nearly forgot the fact how old Chaotzu really is. The pale boy is much older than any of the dancers here and yet… he never dwell his unusual appearance or origin. “That is Bulma’s son. A promising dancer, Chaotzu, most promising indeed.”

Even as Roshi speaks, they continue watching the ballet until they notices one of the dancers, particularly the one with wild unkept raven hair becomes prominent. The wild, untamed hair made the young man looks startling out of place. He has absent-mindly fallen out-of-step, messing the choreography of the ballet.

Bulma, fumed as she spotted him, bangs her cane again and shouting her wrath, “You! Son Goku!! Concentrate, boy!”

Goku bows his head almost in shyness as he steps back, re-joining the ranks of the other dancers. Trunks speaking quietly to his long-time companion, “Goku… what’s the matter?” It wasn’t like him to be distracted.

Yajerobe watches the scene, muttering the name in confusion, wondering why it’s sounds familiar, “Son?”

“Saiyan.” Roshi muses dramatically.

Both young managers exclaim their shock, “Huh?!” “No way!”

Roshi explain, his feature serious for once, “Originally, his real name is Kakarott. He became an orphan and came here, we call him Goku.” He points to Goku, specifically to an area revealing the tip of the tail, which is barely seen under the shroud, he is currently wearing. The tail slowly flick one side to another as if to avoid detection from what’s really under the shroud. “As you can see, he still have his tail attached hidden in that costume of his.”

Yajerobe sweats and chuckles nervously, “And what if the tail slip out? I mean, won’t the audience notice it?” He expresses his worries, afraid since there are many racists who hated saiyans in general. Some even desire to have the saiyans killed, no matter what price.

“Ah yes. But you need not to worry,” Roshi turns to his companion, “Everyone know what he is and not one person complains about it. In fact, we haven’t had a single refund concerning Goku.”

The pale manager muses quietly as he listens in the conversation while watching Goku dance, “Any relation to the fighter?”

Roshi, knowing whom he was referring to, replies courteously, “His son, I believe. Always had his head in the clouds, I’m afraid. Heh eh eh, that’s why we call him ‘Goku.’ It means ‘sky.’”

Chaotzu appears surprised, “In the clouds? He doesn’t fight?” Yajerobe listens with interest, though to attempted look bored in this conversation.

The retiring manager shakes his head in mock sadness, “Nope. Not a single punch….At least, not to my knowledge.”

They watch as the ballet continues to its climax and ends. The chorus continues, singing in boastful, and growing louder and epic as it rang through the massive opera house. The elephant, a life-sized replica enters the stage. A couple male dancers struggles to lift Oolong onto the elephant’s back and, the plump pig raise his sword in triumph as he sings.

Another opera singer joining the others, striding across the stage and whom the managers look forward at the woman known as La Chichi playing as Elissa. She sings highly radiant in her striking, bright costume, her voice piercing very high on each notes, :

“Once more to my

welcome arms

my love returns

in splendoooour!!!!”

Oolong sings in his deep, tenor voice, appearing intimidating in his costume:

“Once more to those

sweetest of charms

my heart and soul

surrender!!!!”

Chorus joins the opera singers, singing bright, radiant and with pride. They march across the floor, looking intimidating and feet thundering at each step:

“The trumpeting elephants sound,

here, Romans, now and tremble!

Hark to their step on the ground

Hear the drums!!

Hannibal cooooomes!!!!” [1]

The chorus reaches climax and ends. The moment the song ends, Chichi snaps viciously at Oolong of his mistakes and his groping on stage. Oolong biting back at her, snapping that he didn’t do anything wrong. Dancers breaking up, taking rest someplace else. Gohan putting the materials away. Bulma initiates a strict lecture to Goku’s clumsiness. The elephant ‘poof’ into a flying cat known as Puar, shocking the new managers once more. Puar shouts at Oolong for handling her carelessly. The whole stage is filled with noise.

The retiring manager sighs, he bangs his wooden cane for silence. Having successfully grabbing everyone’s attention, he speaks, “Laaaaaadies, Heh eh eh!” A ballet girl had just prance by Roshi, giving him a clear view of her well-developed, bouncy breast. Everyone groans, mutters and rolls their eyes. Roshi clears his throat, “And gentlemen – Milady Bulma, thank you – may I have your attention please?” Bulma bows her head, acknowledging the old man as she gives him her undivided attention. Roshi continues, “As some of you know, for weeks there have been some rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these are all true and it is my pleasure to introduce you these two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, Chaotzu and Yajerobe.”

Yajerobe chews on his chips, looking at his audience lazily. Chaotzu, with his childish appearance, laughs and waves at them.

There is a polite applause, some of them even bowing in respect. Chichi makes her presence known by pushing the others out of her way and waving her fan with her nose high in the air. Bulma rolls her eyes, scoffing at the sight.

The old man looks at her stiff, as if he is uncomfortable around her. The retiring manager indicates the well-known opera singer, “Gentlemen, La Chichi Oxking, our leading soprano for five seasons – or so I’ve been told – has recently come here three weeks ago.” He whispers to Yajerobe, “I highly recommend you don’t do anything inappropriate. I’m still recovering her last attack.” Yajerobe peers at Roshi with a sore mark on his forehead and gulp down the chips, “I’m not like you, old man!”

Chaotzu steps forward, presenting a mysterious smile on his feature, “Oh yes, I’ve heard all about you – and your greatest roles. Please to make an acquaintance.” He bows in respect. Yajerobe grunts, still eating. Chaotzu looks at him sternly. Yajerobe pauses then finish eating, “Pleasure, ma’am.”

Chichi fumes, raising her nose high in the air. “Hmph!”

The young, pale manager mentally groans at his friend’s behavior. He looks at her and grins, “If I remember right, Elissa has a rather fine aria in Act Three of ‘Hannibal.’ Chichi, as a personal favor, would you oblige us with a private rendition? Unless Gohan objects…” Chaotzu smiles at the opera diva.

Chichi blushes, flattered by his request, “If my manager commands… Gohan?” She gives the demi-saiyan a pointed look.

Gohan gives a slight bow, raising his thin baton in the air, “My diva commands.” Gohan ensures that Chichi’s ready and waves the baton in a timely manner. The introduction of the song is played by the piano. Chichi sets herself in the center of the stage and facing the empty rows of chairs, singing:

“Think of me~~

think of me fondly

when we’ve said

gooOOOodbye.

Remember me

once in awhile –

please promise me

You’ll try~~.”

Chichi glances over to Goku as she sings. The wild raven hair teen looks away, heat rising on his cheeks. This made her smile. Even as she sings, Chichi slowly faces Goku and raises her arms in a motionless embrace as she sings the next few lyrics:

“When you find that,

once again, you long

to take your heart—“

“AAAAgh!!” A backdrop crashes on top of the diva, cutting her off from half the cast. The other half of the backdrop hit the wooden stage with a loud thud! Chichi releases an loud outrage but quickly saw this as a perfect opportunity and feign fainting.

People from both ballet and chorus whispers frantically to each other.

“He’s here…!” One of the chorus girls cried out. Several chorus boys eye each nervous.

“The Phantom of the Opera…!!” Trunks utters to his companion.

Goku looks around, “He is with us…”

“It’s the GHOST!!!”

Everyone stops their whispering, staring at the panic-stricken Yajerobe who cried out the previous claim. Chaotzu face-palm himself, embarrassed of his friend.

Oolong looks up, furious, “You idiots!!” He rushes over to Chichi, bending over her and cradling her head, “Chichi! Chichi!! Are you hurt?!” He pats her breast with his other hand, chuckling lustfully to himself. “I believe your heart stop beating, I’d best check it.” He is about to rub his head on diva’s breast when Chichi peek through her eyelids.

SLAP!! She slaps Oolong hard then went back to her fainting mode, hoping her crush would aid her. “

OW!!” Oolong rubs his sore cheek, having fallen onto his bottom.

“Chichi! Are you all right?” Roshi finally showing concern, then quickly turns to rails above. He shouts in anger, “YAMCHA!! Where the hell is Yamcha?!”

Oolong finish rubbing the hurt on his face and found Chichi still out cold. He shouts, angry that no one else paid any attention to her, “Is no one concerned for our prima donna?!”

Roshi ignores the pig, “Get that man down here!” He faces his two shocked managers, seething, “Chief of flies. He’s responsible for this, no doubt. Never trust a bandit to get the job done right!”

The drop starts lifting off Chichi and raises high enough to reveal upstage. A former, scarred bandit, Yamcha, is holding a length of rope which mysteriously looks like a noose.

The old manager scowl, “Yamcha! For Kami’s sake, man, what’s going on up there?!”

Yamcha looks around, inspecting his surrounding, scratching his head in confusion, “Don’t look at me, Master Roshi. As Kami is my witness, I was not at my post. I find no one here and if there is, well then… “ Yamcha chuckles nervous, “It must be a ghost…”

Trunks peers up, both in fear and fascination, “He’s there. The Phantom of the Opera…”

Chaotzu rolls his eyes, not believing in such things, “Stop speaking nonsense! Do you take me for a fool? Ghost is for some make-believe fantasy in some child’s mind. I may appear like a child, but I assure you, I am no child.” He heard chattering noise from his companion.

Yajerobe’s teeth chatters in fear, “P-p-p-purple feller… s-s-stop t-t-t-trying t-t-to s-scare m-me. I-i-it’s d-doing no g-good t-to my p-p-poor n-nerves.” He turns to Chaotzu, “W-w-w-what i-if t-t-t-he r-rumors’ t-t-true.?” The pale manager groans, his friend was not helping the case.

Chichi is infuriated that no one except Oolong bother to paid any attention to her. She slaps the pig again for touching her boobs again and got up from the floor. She walks up to her new managers, letting her anger show.

Chaotzu held his hands up in surrender, sweatdropping as he attempts to assure her, “These things do happen. Backdrops fall all the time!”

“These things do happens?! These things DO happens!!” An angry Chichi is not to be messed with. “Well, until you stop these things happening, this thing does NOT happen!!!” She was referring to the lack of attentions she gets when the backdrops fell on her. With that final protest, she left. Oolong dutifully picks up the massive feathery fans Chichi left behind, praying to Kami he’ll get lucky tonight. Perhaps he can transform into Chichi’s crush. He snorted happily at the thought then he turns to the crowd, defending Chichi’s honor, “Amateurs!!” With that, he left the stage, joining the opera diva.

There was an eerie moment of silence.

Roshi pips up suddenly, “Well! I don’t think there’s much more I can assist you, gentlemen. Good luck! If you need me, I shall be on Kame’s Island doing some soul-searching. Heh eh eh!!” He boastfully stroll across the stage, forgetting his fragile cover-up. Everyone sweatdrops, watching their longtime friend and manager leave the Opera House forever. The company quickly turns their attention to the new managers. Everyone appears anxious.

Chaotzu could only stare open-mouth in horror. Yajerobe chew on his chips, food winning over fear. Chaotzu gulps as the company continues to stare at them. “Don’t worry, La Chichi will be back, (I hope)…” he reassures them. Hell, Choatzu needs someone to reassure him!

Bulma idolizes her cane, the corner of her lips smiles wistfully, “You think so, messieurs? I have a message…” She presents an envelope, tied with a black ribbon, and giving it to the pale manager. Bulma tread lightly but with intensity as she speaks, “…from the Opera Ghost.”

The ballet girls twitters and twirls in fear. Some even prance and hide into the chorus boys’ arms.

Choatzu cried out in anger, “Kami Graceness! You’re all obsessed!!”

Yajerobe’s teeth chatters loud, “Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!”

Bulma grinning mischievous, her blue eyes half-lidded as she address the new managers, “He merely welcomes you to his opera house and commands you to continue to leave Box 5 empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due.”

Chaotzu flushes in anger, “HIS opera house?!”

“His salary?” Yajerobe blinks. He momentarily stops chattering his teeth as a new interest arise from this mysterious ghost.

Bulma chortles behind her hand, “Yes. Master Roshi paid him twenty-thousand Zeni a month. Perhaps you can afford more, with your prima donna as your patron.” She inspect her cane, “Strange, you would choose her of all people – considering that she left, of course. Hm?” She peers back to them, smiling devious.

There were cries of shock coming from the ballet girls. Goku held onto Trunks nervous – unaware that Chichi was the patron all along.

Chaotzu, embarrassed that he got caught in her net, speaks to the blue-haired mistress, “Miss, I was hoping to make that announcement myself. How in the world did you find out?”

Bulma chortles mutely, “You’d be surprised how much gossip one hear in the girl’s dorm. And, with the prima donna’s voice, nothing remains a secret for long.” She turns to Yajerobe, “Will La ChiChi be at the performance tonight, sir?”

Yajerobe moves uneasily, skittish, “Well, after seeing her foul mood, I doubt it. I’m sure she’ll be in our box tonight.” Whispering to himself, “I ought to punch her lights out myself!”

“Not singing?” The ballet mistress is appalled by this change of events, “Talk about neglecting her duty as a prima donna!”

Chaotzu closes the letter, looking up to the blue-haired lady. He has other things to worry about than some silly ghost. “Miss, who is the understudy for this role?” He suddenly grew concern that there might not be one and he hate to see the opera house’s reputation fall in the same day he brought it.

Gohan spoke up sudden, confirming the manager’s fear, “There is no understudy, sir – the production is new.”

“Goku can sing, sir!” Trunks blurt out. Goku elbowed his friend. “Ow!” Trunks rubs the hurt on his arm.

The chubby manager grew wide-eyed at this, “The chorus boy? And a guy at that!” Goku looks away nervous when all eyes were on him.

The purple haired teen attempts to persuade Yajerobe, “He’s been taking lessons from a great teacher.”

Now Chaotzu became interested, “From whom?”

Goku glances at them uneasily, “I don’t know, sir…”

“Oh, not you as well!” Chaotzu turns to the teeth-chattering scaredy cat, “Can you believe it?! A FULL house – and we have to cancel!!”

The ballet mistress steps in, her voice tinged with irritation of her simple-minded managers, “Cast your doubts aside and let him sing for you! He has been well taught.”

Gohan glances at the managers and back to Goku indecisively. After a pause, he sighs soft. He taps his baton on the music stand, directing the young saiyan, “From the beginning of the aria then, Goku…”

The wild raven haired saiyan steps forward as the piano starts playing the introduction. He knew the music, the words, the lyrics from heart. He closes his eyes as his part is within reach. His soft, delicate velvet voice carries the melody, so graceful, so perfect. It was as if the song was made for him and him only:

“Think of me~

think of me fondly

when we’ve said goodbye.

Remember me~

Once in a while –

please promise me

you’ll try~”

Yajerobe whispers harshly, “Chaotzu, this is doing nothing for my nerves! A guy playing a feminine role. It’s outrageous!!”

However, the pale manager seems to think otherwise. Thoroughly enjoying the velvet voice coming from the saiyan. He replies in a calm, enthusiastic tone, “Stop fretting, Yajerobe. Not everyone really cares about this fact. It’s not as though it’s unheard of. Many males has often taken the female roles in the past and it wasn’t until in the late sixth century when the first female taken over the role designed for females.”

Yajerobe growls soft. “Wait ‘til they see the tail…”

“Exactly!” The pale manager explains to his bewildered companion, “You really should learn more about saiyans. Saiyans – especially males are commonly known for taking female roles because there was hardly any females in the general population. So, if they see his tail… there’s a good chance that the audience will calm down and see through the opera performance thoroughly.”

“You know better than anyone that saiyans fight!” The chubby manager is attempting to convince his friend that this is a very bad idea.

“And sing. The proof is right there, in front our eyes.”

Yajerobe growls, getting frustrated, “You know what I mean!”

“Not all saiyans live to fight. Some of them like arts, music or acting. I happen to know a few.” Chaotzu grin wistfully, listening to Goku’s singing.

“… How is it I never heard nor seen any of them?! Do explain that!”

“Well… if you weren’t so busy catching Z’s, you might notice them.” Chaotzu chortles to himself.

Yajerobe didn’t say anything for a while then, “If someone sue us for this, you’re taking the fall!”

Chaotzu ignores the threat, grinning for what it’s worth, “Yes, yes, yes… glad you agree.” With that, they listen to the rest of the song. The silk, velvet voice continues singing:

“When you find that,

once again, you long

to take your heart back

and be free~

If you ever find a moment,

spare a thought

for me~~.”

The whole stage is transformed. Goku is revealed in full, elegant costume as he sings to the crowd of people, filling the seats of the opera house. His costume is a mixture of red robe draped around his waist, his bare chest seen by the audience, hand his golden jewelry decorated on both his right arm and tail. Singing his beautiful velvet, voice to the melody:

“We never said

our love

was evergreen,

or as unchanging

as the sea -

but if~

you can still

remember~

stop and think

of me…”

The velvet melody of his voice carries around the vast, crowded room and into the polished vent where the sound carries down to the sewers, to the underground where a dark figure with flame-like hair listens the song as clear as day.

“Think of all of the things

we’ve shared and seen-

don’t think about the things

which might have been…

Think of me,

Think of me waking,

silent and

resigned.”

Goku relaxes, fully indulge into the song, his tensions eases. He unknowingly allow his tail slip where the full audience can see. His tail gliding in rhythm with the melody.

“Imagine me

trying too hard

to put you

from my mind.”

There were massive rounds of applause and shouts of ‘bravos.’ Though the song’s not yet finished, the height of his Goku’s voice raised to was mighty impressive. Trunks is amazed with his friend in the shadows, behind the curtains, along with his mother who looks mighty pleased. The prominent among the ‘bravos’ were Trunks cheering for him, Bulma, the new managers and those wide-eyes belonging to a shocked prima donna sitting in the manager’s box.

Elsewhere, deep in the cavern underground, the dark figure listens to the finishing applause, silently pleased.

The prima donna stare at Goku in awe, even a sting of jealously peck her. How is it possible that her crush could be better than her! “Could it be? Is that really Goku?” She raises her opera glasses for a better view. “What a transformation! You’re not really that gawkish boy since I last saw you…” She lowers her opera glasses. “Could a few hours make this much change in my love? He might not remember me, but I certainly remember him.” She blushes, smiling at the memory. “His promise… I’ll never forget his promise he made to me.”

“Recall those days

look back

on all those times,

think of the things

we’ll never do –

there will

never be~

a day, when

I won’t think

of you~~”

The prima donna squeals in delight. “Oh! He’s singing for me!” Yajerobe clears his throat, “I thought he doesn’t remember you.” Chichi seethe, “You weren’t supposed to hear that!” She calms down and claps her hands together with a dreamy look in her eyes, “Our love has never gone away. He’s singing subconsciously just for me!” Yajerobe rolls his eyes, he could care less.

“We never said

our love

was evergreen,

or as unchanging as the sea –

but please

promise me,

that sometimes

you will think…”

Even as Goku sings the notes, his velvet voice singing higher and higher with each note. Goku finally reaches the climax of the melody and reaches his high note, an impressive feat even for a saiyan:

“OOooof me!!” [2]

A massive roar of applause filled the opera house. The wild, young saiyan bows before his peers and the applause grew louder as the audience stands from their seats. Flowers being tossed onto his feet, Goku blushes and smiles as he rubs the back of head. The audience has yet to calm their applause and cheering for their new rising star.

[1] Lyrics from "Prologue" - Andrew Lloyd Webber

[2] Lyrics from "Think of Me" - Andrew Lloyd Webber
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