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Everyone, be especially careful what you wish for. You just might get it! Set in the Dragon Ball universe.

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He had finally done it. Luckily he had a lot of opposition to get them, but he had to fight Nazis, the Skull, Iron Jaw, and many other villains in order to get them. All seven of them. He remembered the legend, after all, of the Dragon Balls. The Dragon Balls, once collected, had the power to grant a man's deepest desire. For their long history, the Dragon Balls were coveted for this fact. This led Michael to go on and to find them. He had to travel all over the world and fight many villains, including the Skull, and Iron Jaw. He had to trudge through the jungle meeting La of Opar, travel to northeastern lands and face soviets, and even do battle with the Chameleon and a Saiyajin named Lars. He scoured the world, foiling the plots of those who wanted the dragon balls -- some of the deepest, darkest villainy. He thought he was being tested many times, but at last he had them! All seven! At last, he could summon the Great Dragon and have his deepest heart's desire.

He put the dragonballs together, and concentrated on summoning Shen Long. "Shen Long, hear my call!" he called out. "I've gathered the dragon balls, now grant my heart's desire!"

The balls, didn't react. He looked at them, puzzled. He gathered them all, fought the worst of men. Even the deepest conspiracy and even fought a Sayajin. But nothing, nothing at all. He kicked at the dirt. "All I ever desired is a lover," he said. He was beginning to walk away when he felt a breeze in the air.

"A breeze?" he asked. He turned around, wondering what it was. It seemed like nothing. The strange breeze came again, and again he looked. Nothing. "What is going on?" he asked himself. He scanned the sky and all he saw was gathering clouds. "It must be my imagination."

He started to walk away, until he heard the thundering, "Only a fool who has summoned me would walk away." Michael looked up to see a sinewy dragon's face staring him in the eye. The dragon was green, had antlers instead of horns, and was mostly snake. His body was covered in lightning, which would discharge as plasma. "Well, you get two wishes!"

"I . . . I . . ." he said.

"Come on," said Shen Long. "Say your wishes or I'll eat you."

Michael hastily blurted out. "I want a dragon who will be my lover and be with me forever. Also, I wish the dragon only wore bunhuggers and was a slut only for me!" he said.

"Your wishes, Michael of America, is granted!" the Dragon intoned solemnly. "Love is the most powerful force in the world, and everyone deserves love." With that there was a crack of thunder and he was gone. Also, the seven dragon balls had changed from crystal to stone. The scene changed from one that was stormy to one that was calm in a matter of an hour. Michael picked up his stuff and left the scene and the dragon balls of stone. There was no point in having them any longer.

One Year Later . . .

Michael walked into work. A year, after traveling all over the world and fighting powerful villains such as Iron Jaw and the Skull, meeting La of Opar, battling a Saiyajin, and countless other enemies searching for the dragon balls and now he was working in the office. As a graphic designer. He sighed, again. A year passed, and now, working on logos, magazines, and ads were boring work. But he was glad he didn't have adventures. He returned to his humdrum life.

One of his co-workers, Larry, returned. Larry was a Saiyajin, Michael could tell immediately since he had one of those tails growing out of his back. Every time, the light of the full moon, however, turns him into a giant rampaging monkey. He had to fight Larry, who was Lars, while he was in that form. But the fight made them understand each other in a way rivals only could. "Well, Twerp, I have a new assignment for you," he said.

"Larry, it's a year after I kicked your buttocks," said Michael. "When are you going to let that go?"

"We're rivals now," said Larry, getting into his face. Larry was always a drama queen, and he showed it by doing extreme things, his hair was cut wild and he had a scar on his face. He was greatly emotional. In fact, he got so far into Michael's face that he caused him to lean back on his chair at an extreme angle. "I get to do Mountain Cellars Winery!"

"Oh, man, I wanted that account!" cried Michael.

"Yes, it's a promising account. I've already begun to do my research for the winery!" He moved back and looked at Michael, again thrusting into his face. "I was the greatest graphic designer on planet Vegeta, don't you know! I deserve this account! The chief gives you what is left. You get to do what is left." Larry slammed the folder on Michael's desk.

"See you later, roomie!" Larry walked confidently to his desk, his tail swishing around. Michael hated to be reminded that he had to bunk with Larry, his rival. He was the only one that could calm Larry during the light of the full moon, thanks to their deep understanding of one another. Every month, the pair had to move into another apartment building, since Larry always becomes a rampaging giant monkey. Michael hated when he always got the best paying accounts. He looked at the folder, an athlete wanted a personal brand. Seriously?

"Michael, in my office!"

Well, if the Saiyajin Goku got his own personal brand; Goku's Studios of Self Defense for instance; nothing could stop athletes from requesting a personal brand. Michael picked up the folder and headed into the chief's office. If he thought about it, it could turn everything around. If he did well on this, he could really get on top. Maybe even put his days as an "Archaeologist" fully behind him and he could finally work on some good paying accounts. But everyone knew that he put Archaeologist in quotes, he really was an adventurer during that time. Even discovered cities and aboriginal tribes that no one has seen before. He even found the lost city of Opar. The dragon balls were scattered across the earth, and now they were scattered again. He was sure of it. He got his heart's desire, or will soon possess it. He didn't need to adventure again.

"Yes chief?" asked Michael as he walked into the chief's office.

The chief looked at the folder that was left. "Well, I see Larry beat you to the punch yet again and got the Mountain Cellars Winery account," he said. "I wanted that account for you."

"Well, he always seems to get the best accounts," Michael said.

The chief turned around and said, "What's wrong with you boy?!"

"Huh?"

"It's a race to get the best accounts, what happened to your fighting spirit!"

"I left those days behind me, I don't need to compete anymore," said Michael. "Besides, I just want to work quietly at my desk and make sure the bills are paid."

"Yes, and while you do, Larry beats you to the best accounts," said the Chief. "But this one should be the best one for you."

Michael looked at it, "Yeah, an athlete that needs a personal brand for her line of vitamin products."

"It's not just any athlete, boy. It's Jessica Tate," he said. "She's a real dragon lady."

"Oh, one of those types?" asked Michael. He was familiar with them. Every office seemed to have a dragon lady. A lady who is overbearing, always gets what she wants. Often showing strength where she didn't need it. "You mean someone who always gets her way?"

"No, you're not getting it, she's a REAL dragon lady," said the chief. "Didn't you see her run during the World Championships? She's a dragon, with scales of emerald shining forth and piercing blue eyes, and wings like this!" The chief turned around and showed him gesturing that he had wings. "And she has a reptilian snout and sharp teeth, and a long tail with ridges down her back. And also claws on her feet and hands."

"Yeah, right, what are the chances of her actually walking in here and wanting something done?" asked Michael.

"Very good, actually," said a feminine voice behind him. Michael wheeled around and saw a humanoid dragonness. She had a wonderful shape, that rivaling the shape of Chun-Li from Street Fighter II. But that shape betrayed the fact that that she had beautiful defined muscles. As if she worked out, a lot. The strength in her arms was mighty, compared to her legs. She wore a shirt over her ample breasts, but beneath her shirt, she wore only bloomers? "Sorry, I didn't have time to put on a skirt," she said. "Although my running briefs are just so terribly comfortable." She kept her wings folded, so she must be a different dragon than from Shen Long. The way the light bounced off and refracted through her scales, it was like they were really emeralds -- precious crystals made of green beryl.

"Uh-uh," said Michael. "Uh . . . uh. . . ." Michael was dumbfounded. He felt an instant connection to her. A strong connection.

"Whatsa-matter, cat got your tongue?" she asked sweetly.

"Don't mind my employee, he's a great admirer of beauty," his chief said.

"Well, you could at least tell me your name," said the dragonness.

"My name is Michael, Ma'am!" he said. "And I'll be your graphic designer of your personal logo!"

"You don't have to blurt it out," she said, blushing. "Oh, my, why am I blushing here! I haven't blushed since, oh -- dear -- you're just broadcasting a proposal of marriage all over the place. Stop it, I'm so shy. . . "

Michael sat down. How did she know that? He tried to calm his thoughts. It's just business, but somewhere a voice told him in the back of his mind, This is the one.

Skull waited in a nearby building where Michael worked. His face, his entire head, was devoid of eyes or any soft parts. His head was just a skull. But yet, he moved and spoke with a voice that seemed to carry an echo. "Well, did you find them?"

"We can't seem to find a trace of the dragon balls any where," said one of his henchmen. The skullheaded man smashed his fist against the chair. "Fools! Imbeciles! You know when he summoned Shen Long that the balls would be scattered to the four corners of the Earth!"

"Sorry, boss, we've tried!"

"You haven't tried hard enough!" He got up and scanned his big plotting points around the world. "I tried to invent a device that would detect the dragon balls, and now you tell me you can't find them. You are all imbeciles of the lowest order."

"Boss, we've tried."

"Yes, you've tried," Skull turned around. "After all, I hired you to do a job, and you aren't doing it properly." Skull drew a pistol and fired, the energy ray output hit his henchman, vaporizing him. He pulled the barrel to his jaw and simply blew away the smoke without any remorse or guilt.