"Hey, guys! Sailor Dragonball 87 here! Happy Valentine's Day! This is my VERY FIRST STORY! AHHHH! So PLEASE be gentle! Anyway, intro time! Some months ago, I was reading "2 Arrivals" by lionhead and realized how versatile the story of Goku is and that he didn't have to be adopted by Grandpa Gohan. So that night, I had an epiphany. I began getting VERY excited as I was lying in bed and thinking about what would happen if Kakarot was adopt by the Winchesters. That's when this story started to form in my head. Any pairings you'd like to see? Tell me in the comments! Don't forget to tell you friends!

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Chapter 1: The New Arrival

June 14, 1983, Lawrence, Kansas

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In the early evening, John and Mary Winchester were on their way home from taking one-month-old Sam to the doctor for a checkup, who was asleep in his car seat in the back seat of his parents' black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, traveling on a country dirt road in Lawrence, Kansas. His four-year-old big brother Dean sat to his left. He was staring solemnly out the window, as if searching for something. All of a sudden, he saw something in the sky. He pointed toward it and said "Wook! Was dat?" ("Look! What's that?").

Only Mary looked at the object, because John was driving. Now what could that be? she wondered. "I don't know, but it sure is pretty" she remarked. At first, mother and son could only marvel at the sight. Then, realizing it was heading straight for them, she said with worry, "You know, it would be prettier if it wasn't HEADING STRAIGHT FOR US! SLOW DOWN!" She knew that it wouldn't hit them if her husband would decrease his speed.

No sooner had John took his foot of the gas than the object hit the left side of the road. "WOAH, JEEZ!" He swerved and jammed on the breaks. Somewhere between the sharp swerving of the car and the screeching of the brakes, poor Sammy woke up and started wailing. The object skipped like stone on the water, disturbing the fence posts upon its initial impact before coming to a stop on the other side of the road. On the opposite side of the road was another fence, which the object promptly crashed into. It created a 15-foot gouge in the earth and came to rest in a cow field. What was that? John asked himself.

Unknown to the Winchesters, what they thought was a meteorite was actually a spherical spaceship about five and a half feet tall. It was carrying a single passenger; a male infant with a unique hairstyle that defied gravity was strapped inside the pod. Even though the boy was properly secured in his booster seat, whoever strapped the booster seat into the pilot's seat had made an error. When the ship skipped upon landing, it flipped so that the top of the door was pointing downwards at a 42-degree angle. As a result, the baby's booster was hanging off to the side, pulled down to the Earth by gravity.

"What the hell?" John said breathlessly, staring at the crash site with a mixture of disbelief and relief that the object didn't hit them. This moment made him realize how precious his family really is.

Mary playfully slapped his arm. "John Winchester, I believe you owe a nickel to the swear jar. Now, if you keep talking like that, the boys are gonna pick up on it. I don't wanna be stuck in a house with three potty mouths." John let out a tired sigh and put on an expression of annoyance. He hated it when she chewed him out on the issue of his language, but he still loved her.

Aw man, not that again. John rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Alright, sorry. I'll be more careful." That promise wouldn't last as long as Mary hoped. She wouldn't be around in three months to remind him to keep his language in check.

As the dust from the impact settled, John and Mary realized that the object wasn't a meteorite, but a spherical spaceship. The couple faced each other with puzzled looks. "What do you suppose that is?" Mary asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"Hell if I know, but I'm sure gonna find out!" He replied with a determined voice. He got out of the car before his wife could bring up the issue of his language. "John-" she began but he had already gotten out of the car and started to walk toward the crash site. "I'll just wait here, then." She said out loud to nobody in particular. What else am I gonna do? she remarked to herself. She climbed in the back seat, which was a bench seat, with the boys, who were both crying heavily by now. Sammy was in the middle and Dean was on the left.

He hadn't taken three steps past the trunk before he realized that he didn't have a weapon, and Mary didn't let him keep guns around. John swiftly turned around and jaunted to the trunk of the Impala to get a tool that could also be used as a weapon. First he grabbed a tire iron, but he quickly imagined the flaw in that plan. If the pod contained an evil, monstrous alien and it got the tire iron away from him, the creature might try to throw it at him, and it would spin like ninja throwing star. If John was going to be hit, he'd rather be hit once instead of twice from the spinning protrusions of the tire iron. Ooo…not a good idea, he scolded himself as he winced at the possible outcome. So he decided on a crowbar.

This is insanely stupid, insanely dangerous, and insanely exciting all at the same time! he mused in his head. He approached the spaceship with great trepidation. It times like this that made him wish he'd appreciated his marriage more. He might live or die tonight, depending on whether the passenger of the metal sphere was malevolent or benevolent. Please don't be a bad alien, please don't be a bad alien, please don't be a bad alien! he pled silently. As he came closer to the spacecraft and the remaining haze lifted, he could just make out a human figure holding a rifle at the spacecraft.

What do you think? PLEASE tell me! Just a heads up, there'll be a four month time skip to November 1, 1983 and a flashback in the next chapter. That will make it a LOT longer than this one. Do you think I should've made this the Prologue? Don't forget to read and review! Sailor Dragonball 87 says! ;D