#28 – Wish



Zim examined the amazing orb he held. It was rather small, no larger than an earth apple, round, and it shined a bit in the sunlight. The ball was orange and four yellow stars shimmered upon its surface. It was hard to believe the power that it could unleash. Well, it and its six brethren. All he needed to do was convince the warrior in front of him to let him have this last one.

“Now, you’re sure that you aren’t going to do anything evil with the dragonballs right?” The man who stood before Zim was reluctant to just hand the four-star ball over to a stranger. Especially since it held such a sentimental attachment to him. “No offense, it’s just these things have a habit of attracting the wrong sort of people.”

Zim looked the man, Goku he’d called himself, wearily in the eye. “I just want to go home.”

“Yeah, you’re a little too green to be from Earth. So where are you from?”

Though every instinct he had screamed at him not to respond, the Irken did. “Irk. I was sent here many years ago, on what I thought was a mission to take over the planet. But I found out later that it was all a lie. I’ve been exiled here. It’s been too long... I just... I just want to go home.”

Goku nodded in sympathy. “Well you don’t really need the dragonballs if it’s a matter of travel. Bulma could make you up a spaceship in no ti-”

“It’s not that!” Zim shrieked. At the shocked look on the man’s face Zim deflated. “Sorry. It’s not that I can’t get home. It’s that I’m not allowed home. The only way I can return is if I’m tall enough to override the Tallests’ orders of banishment. I need to be the Tallest.”

“How long have you been here?”

“One hundred and sixty of your Earth years.”

“That’s horrible!”

Zim looked away. He didn’t like the sympathy.

“Well Zim, as long as you promise not to hurt people with whatever power you’ll gain at home... you can use my dragonball to summon Shenron for your wish.”