This is a story that I am writing with characters reincarnated , so your gonna have to work with me on this and the names. The names are different because they are suppose to come from a different time and place in the world. Also there are things added into this story, its not straight from the DBZ "realm." This is a world of infinite possibilities. The personality of the characters will be similar too but small things change here and there, no huge changes.
I in no way own the rights or made up any of these characters of this story or any means of DBZ.
Chapter 1
Legend
There is a legend told of a gold warrior and angels that will one day come and save the lives of many. He will come and set them free from the chains of destruction, pain, and evil.
In this story the golden warrior had a group of friends unknown to the world that joined in his quest to keep peace and balance. He was seen as god, an angel, a savior, a beacon of peace and all that is good. They all helped save the world hundreds of years ago all together and the people all knew: knew of all his strength, love, faith, and the loyalty of friendships between them all.
The world was finally at peace for once and it lasted after the dragon balls disappeared. But nothing is forever…..
200 years ago a great darkness of evil wrapped it way into the world and a nightmare came true. A rumor only spoken about. Cryptic signs that were seen by humans and not thought about. The end of the world, the apocalypse, judgment day, and so many more names were used for it but none even began to hold the weight of what really happened. A group of something unknown to the humans infiltrated the world for 300 hundred years, slowly inching their way to their ending goal… the people of earth realizing it was to late when it happened.
His name was Samil, fallen angel, venom of god, "angel of death." For nothing more then greed and self and lust was his pleasure. He didn't blink an eye at the mere thought of feelings for another or what the meaning of life was. For he truly was, the "angel of death."
In the darkness of the room a little light was cracking through the door. Trista rolled over and moan. Downing her t-shirt crinkled up, boyshorts, and hair in a messy bun she slowly sat up in bed. She couldn't begin to process anything yet. It was too early and god damn it she wanted her beauty sleep. She tilted her head over and reach for the clock. Grabbing it she held it up and looked at the current time. 3:37 am Her face tighten up as she squeezed her eyes together.
Fuck me running heather what is wrong that your up at 3:37 again!
She set the clock back down and reached up to lay her forehead in her hand. Should couldn't begin to deal with this, at 3:37 in the morning! Heather was her sister for all meanings, it may have not been by blood but by gods they had known each other since they were 5; all the blood, sweat, and tears they shed together literally, if they were not sisters by now something serious would have been wrong with the both of them. I mean come on with all this rebellion, war, and fighting your family was the only people you could trust.
Heather had been doing this for a while now and it was starting to worry Trista like no other. Yeah she had been having those weird dreams and too…but for some odd reason Heather seemed more effected by them than herself. She just dismissed them after a while because they were just dreams. So what if someone had nightmares or good dreams that seemed too real to be true, literally. In this day, time and age anything else was better than what they had.
….again with this. Why wont you just talk to me. Trista was worried beyond enough for Heather.
Trista threw her legs over the side of the bed. She pushed herself off of the loft and jumped the 9 feet to the ground. She dropped from the bed and landed on the ground in a crouching position like she has done so many times now and not just from jumping off a bed…buildings, bridges, cliffs, and anything else high. It was a normal occurrence for her.
The loft was a cause to help create more space for them in their small room. You took what you could get now in the world and appreciated what you got. Right?
She stood up with swiftness, experience, and grace that someone her age shouldn't know how to move like. She looked around the room really quick to look for her water and stood and thought for a second as she stared at the ground.
The place was a small but ample amount of space. The walls were all white with some dents and scuffs here and there. Something that any ordinary place would look like. The ground was a different story though. Cold and hard, the ground was a black tile floor, it was black for a reason too. If the floor was white or any other color it would be able to write the stories of how many times the two girls had come back to their place injured and wounded. Sometime struggling for their life. They both knew the risks of what they were doing but this was better than sitting around and doing nothing. After the age of 17 they both decided it was time to finally take a stand for the world they were living in. Trista and Heather were both sick of what had become of the world. People scared and hiding, being controlled with no freedom, people dying left and right, never knowing what was going to become of them and if they were safe. They both finally wanted to find a way to take back what rightfully was the humans right of this world…Freedom. With the brains of Trista and the skills of Heather no one could beat them.
Trista looked up then to find her water and found it one of the warped old wood tables. That table held memories too. The table that ran against the entire back wall of the room was cluttered with the parts of their guns. All the magazines loaded and ready to go in a seconds notice. The silencers that had taken them an arm and leg to get literally. It all lay out from cleaning last night and then from reloading. To the right of those were the smooth and sharp knives. All different sizes and shapes, they were some favorites of both girls. Trista was one more for the guns. While Heather took the old approach with hand to hand combat and two beautiful swords.
as far away as you could get right? Trista thought to herself as a small smirk crept up onto her face at the corner of her mouth
A smirk that was all too dark and familiar to her. She had grown accustomed to it, seeing it in her dreams but never being able to place it on a face she knew. That always bothered her but it brought her happiness, that smirk. She thought she was crazy for thinking that a smirk brought her happiness and comfort. She shoved it aside trying not to think about it.
As she walked over and grabbed her water bottle she didn't spare a second glance at the things laid out on the table. Quickly turning around she headed for the door to the living room that Heather most likely sat in with her sketch paid and diary. Her feet crept across the hard and cold black floor with silence as she walked. Once she reach the door she opened it and squinted her eye as the bright light assaulted her eyes, bringing light to her life instead of darkness. She took a deep breath and walked into the room.
The suns rays streaked down onto the face and body of a man lying in a field of tall grass. The dark hair on top of his head was in disarray. The sun shown down onto the sharp lines of his jaw and face. The shadows of the lines of his muscle build were easily seen on his arms that spread open like an eagle. He wore a bright orange shirt with a blue one underneath, dark blue bands on his wrists, orange pants to match the top half of him and boots. This once familiar savior to the world, now only a tale/stories told to children to help them go to sleep at night. To help them know that one day a savior would come and help save them from the world they live in. He lay there making no sound.
An open field of tall grass in a mountainous region, surrounded by tall peaks of mountains, trees of the size and beauty people could only dream of. A forest of trees like the Redwoods in the old Northwest of the United States. You could hear the rustling of the grass swaying in the wind. The birds chirping and an animal scurrying by. The man slowly stirred from darkness and was brought back with warmth covering him. The rays of warmth wrapped around his body and he dared to not open his eyes. This was something he dreamed of feeling for hundreds of years. He didn't want to wake from his dream. A dream of something to real for him but was missing the few people he missed and loved the most. So he kept his eyes shut to not awake from this paradise he was in.
Above in the sky a large figure floated. Long with green scales and eyes bright red floated the dragon of legend, Shenron. Above his head were seven bright orange balls following him with every move he made. Stars encrusting to represent the numbers listed one thru seven. He looked down onto Goku who lay in the field. Goku had done much for people in his past and he deserved his reward but one obstacle was left and then he was to be with what he wished for most.
A large rumble resided in Shenrons chest and was heard in the field below. Shenron spoke in a deep voice that sounded throughout the land that the animals all scurried away from the power and authority held within his voice.
"Goku….Arise Goku"
Goku squinted his eye hearing the voice and being awaken from his dream, but was confused after he heard Shenrons voice. Goku slowly opened his eye to bright light. His hand automatically lifted up over his eyes to shield him from the bright suns light. In a split second he shot up standing in a fighting stance ready for anything, unknown to were he was at. He didn't know where he was or how he got here. Maybe it was some cruel joke? He couldn't have been there….in the place he missed most….the place he left.
"Goku be at ease. You are fine…." Shenron flew down lower to the ground to face Goku. Goku relaxed and stood up looking around in a daze not sure if he was taking in his surroundings correctly. He then lifted his head up to face the sun and closed his eyes. He basked in the sun, feeling its warmth he felt a wave of happiness and grief wash over him.
He took a deep breathe of the air in and then released it facing Shenron the dragon. Goku, already knowing what the answer was, opened his mouth "Where are we Shenron?"
"We are back on Earth Goku, in the forest and mountain of what you used to call home." Goku nodded taking in the answer not knowing what else to think at that second in time. If he did think to many things would of gone thru his head at once and his heart might break.
"Goku, many things have happened since that day 500 years ago they you and myself left on our journey….Earth is the same but not the same at all. Earth is at a cross roads right now. There exists a line in life, ying & yang, good & evil, life and death. You of all people know this very well. There is a struggle going on which only a few people on earth and you can surpass. This struggle has now unbalanced life. Come with me I will show you." Shenron slowly lifted into the sky beckoning Goku to follow him. Not processing what Shenron had mentioned about how much time passed he followed. Goku slowly rose up into the sky as second nature of his life took over. He rose up next to Shenron and face the direction Shenrons sight followed. Goku floated ice cold in the same place. All of his body tightened up and all thought left his mind as he looked upon the land past the mountains and the field in the valley he laid in earlier.
A dark crisp ash of nothing filled the land for as far as you could see. The land held nothing. It was barren all you could see was dirt, ash and red spots of burning embers left to what was once a beauty of mother nature and earth. There was nothing left to it. The land and whomever it held had no chance, everything was obliterated with nothing left to prove or show it past existents. The power that was able to do this was unknown to goku but he didn't care. Anyone who did anything like this was a wretched person with no value toward life or existence of the universe.
Goku whipped his whole body around to face the land that his back was to and saw the luscious land of trees mountains and life. He turned to Shenron and with anger and confusion in his voice. "Shenron what happened here?!" his whole body was ridged as he floated next to shenron. A long silence filled the air as the wind blew thru goku's hair and he waited for the answer.
Goku yelled with rage in his voice now not getting an answer from shenron.
"Shenron tell me what happened here! Now!"
A rumble in shenrons chest was heard and then the intake of shenron's breath was heard as he started to speak. "Goku, I can not tell you much for you must find out on your own, but I will tell you as much as I can permit myself to. This is your journey as it always has been, Destiny. " As Shenron spoke the Orange Dragon balls above his head began to glow a bright white. This brought Goku's attention to them as he listened to Shenron speak.
"There have always been signs of evil or pending doom in the world. You have seen the many sides of good and evil from Frezia, Cell, 17 & 18, and when the evil was released from the dragon balls. This evil is the calumniation of human kind. It is like this all over earth. There is still life left but not how you think it should be. Human evil one that you know, how it can be all to well. Where there is evil, there is good. You Goku are good, you are light in the darkness. I cannot give back to you what has passed directly, but you still will get. The ones you love, fought with, and died for. In the end you will be given your wish"
Goku stood there trying to process everything now because he had not thought of his family and friends yet. Of Vegeta and his never ending want to beat him. Bulma and how somehow she has gotten to that Prince and was handy with fixing anything and everything, their jouneys from when he was a little boy to a man with a family. Krillen his best friend since he was a kid and trained with when they were younger with Master Roshi. Master roshi the pervert, that made goku chuckle a little. Then, Piccolo who he trusted with his life. also trusted his son to, to trained his son when he was not there, when he died the first time and left them. Left them with the promise to come back and help defeat vegeta and to come back to…..Chi Chi.
Right there his heart, he felt it slowly start to break right there at the mere thought of her name, Chi Chi. Goku didn't speak, he couldn't speak.
"Goku…Go to Kama for he can help you and find what you seek."
Goku was brought out of his thoughts when the light emitting from the dragon balls grew brighter and then scattered.
"Goku, it is my time to leave now, for when the dragon balls are summoned again I will be there. Bring balance to the world and life like you always have Goku it is your destiny." Shenron slowly lifted away and disappeared out of sight into thin air with the last sounds of a ragging cry from shenron.
Goku stood there and could feel Shenrons pain in that cry for mother nature, mother earth and her life, peoples lives that have been lost forever.
