This story is set in present day Japan; hence a lot of Japanese lingo will be used (and some others). In this universe, Goku is younger than Vegeta and Trunks makes an appearance, but only as a little kid. The use of the supernatural will be in place, so if you don't like that, you have been warned. The Super Saiyan mode will be used here, but will be called something else, only Goku can achieve this. In fact, only Goku is allowed to use Super Powers or magic in this story. ^_^

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PROLOGUE:

The Old Master stared at his deshi with warm eyes. A rarity in itself as he being the keeper of one of the oldest shrines in all of Japan, the temple of O-Kuni-Nushi, the god of all medicine and sorcery, was not known to be the gentlest of all beings. A contradiction, since he was required to heal and protect the many visitors that poured into the shrine. He had been the keeper of the shrine for over eighty years and was a well-established sorcerer in his own right. His methods and knowledge of both the Dark and Light Arts was renowned and revered, studied and imitated around the world. It was also a rarity that the Old Master ever accepted students to learn his craft. He prided himself in the ability to produce the very best temple priests. All those who were willing to go through the strains of physical and mental torture, were duly rewarded, as they would have had the chance to be trained under the best.

Although many students had left his care with goodness in their hearts, others had left to become harbingers of evil intent. Using their magic and powers to do things that would have put their gods to shame. He had nearly given up on teaching or accepting any more students, when the Boy had been brought to him. He could still remember it like it was yesterday. The boy had been placed in a hamper and had been left at his doorstep, with a simple note placed inside that said,

"Onegai shimasu [I humbly beg you]

 Botchan Ki O tsukete kudasai." [Please be gentle with the little boy].

That had not been the first time that he had received abandoned babies at his doorstep. His first action had always been to send them to the local village orphanage. However, there had been something different about this botchan. Whether it was the wild shock of blond hair or the teal colored eyes that seemed to gaze knowingly at him, he would never know. All the Master knew was that he had felt the need to raise the boy as his own, leaving the rest up to Fate. Naming the boy Kakarrotto, which meant "the Wise One", he began to train him.

Kakarrotto proved himself to be a quick and attentive learner and by the time he was eleven, he could practically hold his own against his sensei. The Master not only taught him the Dark and Light Arts, but also expanded the boy’s mind into the wonders of philosophy, music, arts, science, mathematics and the Martial Arts. So not only was Kakarrotto an amazing sorcerer and medicine man, he was also a brilliant scholar.

He was proud of his adopted son and loved him to death. However, the boy was now a man, and as all those before him, his time had come. Kakarrotto was now to take his place amongst the real world, to fulfill his mission in the path of healing.

The Old Master watched as the young man stepped up to him and knelt in reverence. Kakarrotto was now in his normal earth mode, the disguise he was to use to complete his mission. The sensei gently placed withered, magic worn hands on his prized pupil and with a voice as calm as the tranquil ocean, he said,

"It is time, Kakarrotto."

"Hai sensei."