The Rummage

This day started as always, except with an unforeseen consequence.

Goku, Vegeta and Krillin flew high into the sky carefree. They enroute over to Dende’s for breaking news he wanted to share with them in person.

As the three grew closer to the elevated tower that viewed the earth. Behind them the setting sun glowed a mixture of orange, pink and yellow.

Suddenly, a glint from an element caught Goku’s attention.

“Hey! What’s that?” Goku inquired, as he mid stop from flight and dived groundward to the geosphere.

“Kakarot!”

“Goku!” Krillin attested, as the duo followed their comrade.

Precedently, the three reached where the gem was located. Goku bent down to pick it up.

“Goku, I wouldn’t touch that!” Krillin advised.

“The bald man has a point, Kakarot!” Vegeta stated.

“I don’t sense anything evil about it.” Goku expressed, as he continued to inspect the stone object.

Instantly, a flashed occurred taking them to another abode. Goku, Krillin and Vegeta were in a place that they had never seen before. The site seemed to be an antiquated kitchen.

“Where are we?” Vegeta challenged.

“Good question!” Krillin vocalized.

The auditory arguing got their awareness. In doing so, they inched towards the scene that took forth.

As they passed several shiny objects, Krillin noticed his aspects on a clean metal bowl.

“Hey guys! Check this out!” Krillin imparted and laughed.

At that moment, Goku walked to the same mirror. As the identical individual that had his appearance mocked Goku’s movements, he asked.

“Is that me?”

Vegeta rendered a disgusted face and maneuver as his so-called twin did the same.

As they looked on, the triad saw a tall stranger with lengthy brown hair that wore a flannel green plaid shirt with blue jeans and boots. The contrastive man beside him with much shorter hair had on the same style of shirt, except it was a red shade, plus denim, boots as well. The third mortal, a petite woman. She was dressed in blue jeans, the same type of shirt. However, the difference is she wore a tank top underneath hers and had on hiking footwear. Her long hair was situated in a neat bun, with a few fallen strands of hair in her face. With dark circles around her eyes that showed how tired she was. She spoke to them in a vital tone.

This is contentious towards Goku, Krillin and Vegeta on what they had entered into.

“Dean, please! If I don’t get out of this bunker! I am so stirred crazy, and I have the urge to slay something!”

This remark made Sam chuckle. Of how these two were so much alike. The opposite of attraction didn’t affect them.

“Zeta, it’s not safe!”

“Safe?! Seriously Dean? You’re going to pull that card?!”

“If I have to keep you from harm’s path. Then, yes!”

“Dean, did you forget how this all commenced? You came to me!”

“I wouldn’t actually say-”

Suddenly in the background, an item fell off the shelves and crashed into the concrete floor.

“KAKAROT!”

“Oops, sorry about that.” The fella with raven gravity hair contended. Thereupon, he gave an innocent giggle and positioned his arm behind his noggin.

In a swift action, the three in flannel-wear extracted their guns and aimed them at the intruders.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Dean demanded.

“Hi there! We come in peace! Please!” The male with coal uneven wavy hair blurted, as he put his hands up to show he was unarmed.

This enactment had the three disarm their weapons to listen conscientiously at what these trespassers have to enounce.

The diminutive lad next to them with the underlying hairline turned up his nose and formed the reply, “Hmmp.”

Finally, the triennial seemed shaken but tried to remain calm in this situation. The gleam would bounce off his glossy glabrous head and he quizzed.

“Maybe we got off the wrong foot here?”

“Yeah. I’m Goku. This is my best friend, Krillin.” Goku uttered, as he spotlighted the minuscule guy that wore his similar attire. After that, he obtained his contemplation to the sole fellow who was in a peevish disposition.

“And this is Vegeta. You’ll get used to his mood. Somehow, we arrived here.”

The sound of a flap from a wing-like creature man in a tan slicker materialized before them.

“CAS!” The variant trio yelled.

“You all aren’t from around here?” Cas exhorted, as his focus went to the lurkers.

“That’s oblivious, Cas!” Dean clarified.

“Dean!”

“I could feel a strange power as I approached the bunker.” Cas proclaimed and added. “How did you all get here?”

“This!” Goku responded, as he revealed the jewel in his palm.

“May I see it?” Cas requested.

“Sure.”

Cas plucked it from Goku’s hand to examine it.

“Hi. My name is Zeta.” The lady disclosed, as she twisted to her right and said. “This is Sam and the other one is Dean. The figure in the trench coat is Cas. We hunt monsters, save people, the family business.”

“Monsters are not real!”

“Krillin, what do you call that lizard breath-Frieza!” Vegeta related.

“Oh!”

“So, you kill them?” Goku pressed.

“Yes,” Sam replied.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Vegeta cited, riveted.

“We have only let a limited number of them free,” Sam affirmed.

“I detect a certain energy, it’s angelic. ” Goku commented, as he wasn’t trying to change the topic.

“That’s because of him. Cas. He’s an angel.” Sam mentioned.

“OH! I thought so. The aura is similar to Whis’s. Don’t ya think, Vegeta?”

“Yes, Kakarot.”

Castiel spoke again to get their advertency, for this was a crucial matter.

“Zeta, is this hers?”

Zeta stepped near Cas to get an exceptional look at the glass trinket that he held from the visitors.

“Yes.”

“Where did you find this?” Cas beseech the guest.

“In our world. Far from here,” Goku riposted.

“This is bad!” Cas exclaimed, as he glanced at Zeta.

“That’s what I am afraid of!” Zeta declared.

“What is her plan?” Cas queried, vehemently.

“Wait! Who’s her?” Krillin inquisitioned.

“The wicked witch, ‘Lash’ we have been tracking her for months now.” Cas answered.

“Could we help?” Goku probed, eagerly.

“We need all the hands we can get.”

“Just don’t get in my way!” Vegeta voiced.

“He’s kidding right!?” Dean alleged.

“Nope,” Krillin replied.

“Newbies!” Dean mumbled.

“Alright let’s do this!” Goku implied, as he punched his fist into the palm of his alternative hand.