Kakarot: The Saiyan from Earth

Plot: What if Goku (or Kakarot) never hit his head as a baby? How different would things have unfolded? Are you ready to meet a more ruthless, meaner Goku? Then read this fic and let me know what you think about it in the reviews.

Chapter 1: Mysterious stranger at the world tournament

Master Roshi eyed his student Krillin as he made his way up to the ring. The short, bald, monk seemed to be quite nervous, although the old turtle master knew that there was no need for him to be. This was only the first round and judging by the progress the young monk had shown in training, Roshi was confident that he would get through with ease.

Krillin was only thirteen years old but already one of the world's strongest martial artists. Roshi hoped sincerely that this fight would bring his pupil some more confidence in his abilities. Krillin reached the center of the ring and waved awkwardly at the cheering crowds in the stands. The announcer then brought the microphone to his lips.

"And brave young Krillin will be facing the mighty Bacterian!" The announcer shouted in elation as he pointed towards the entrance that led to the ring. In the opening of the door a figure appeared, easily twice as tall as Krillin and a whole lot bulkier. Flies and other insects were swirling around the man. Krillin gulped at the stench coming his way. To his disgust, Bacterian was donned in just some man-pants, that were at least as dirty as the man himself.

Bacterian then entered the ring, laughing loudly as he did. He glanced over at Krillin and burst out in laughter. "You're my opponent? I will snap you in half like the twig you are!" Bacterian shouted out as he pretended to snap a twig in half with his hands. Krillin growled as he slid into his stance. "We'll just see about that!" He snapped back. The announcer then cleared his throat and threw his free hand up into the air to draw the attention of the crowd.

"Without further ado! Let the match begin!" Then, the announcer hurriedly left the ring. One of the marshalls rang the gong loudly. Krillin and Bacterian were now standing face-to-face, opposing each other. Krillin fought back the urge to vomit from the smell coming his way whilst Bacterian continued to laugh like a maniac. The dirty fighter then stalked forward before lashing out with a wild strike.

Krillin reacted swiftly, instantly flipping up into the air and out of the way. Bacterian uttered a cry of surprise as the monk dissapeared from his sight. He then heard two boots touch down. Somehow, the monk had managed to get behind him. Bacterian quickly turned around. "Impressive! See how you stand up to the horror that is my breath!" He roared before opening his mouth up wide and showering the poor Krillin with his monstrous breath.

Krillin tried to fight against the stench, but it quickly overpowered him. He was sent stumbling backwards, his head dizzy and his vision unclear. Bacterian then began franctically rubbing inside his disgusting man-pants. He continued this for a couple of seconds before proudly brandishing his thumb. The smell was so bad that it was almost visible. Bacterian then laughed whilst rushing forward. He then stuck his thumb right into Krillin's face.

The youngster screamed in agony as he was thrown back and struggled to stay conscious. He landed on his back moments later but managed to flip back up onto his feet. Unsure of what to do next, he scurried backwards and threw up a cross-block. Then, suddenly, he heard a voice thunder from out the stands.

"What are you doing, Krillin? You have no need to be affected by his smell! You don't even have a nose!"

Krillin looked over at the stands to see his master shouting at him. He then scratched his head. Roshi was right! Why was he letting the smell affect him? He didn't even have a nose to smell with! With newfound confidence, Krillin struck his stance once more.

Pondering on how to best approach his target, Krillin spotted that Bacterian left an opening in between his legs caused by his wide stance. The monk lowered his head before dashing in.

He had reached the opening underneath his opponent and was about to get through to the other side when Bacterian simply dropped himself onto his behind, pinning Krillin down beneath him. Master Roshi's student cried out in pain and disgust as he now found himself being crushed under Bacterian's weight. To make matters worse, the filthy giant leapt up before immediately coming down again. Krillin cried out again as he struggled to get out from under Bacterian.

He succeeded in getting out from under his disgusting opponent as he bounced up once more. Bacterian came down with a thud again, but the monk had rolled away and was now back on his feet. He then wasted no time as he leapt up horizontally, only stopping when he reached the height of Bacterian's face. A sickening crunch could be heard as Krillin connected his boot straight into Bacterian's jaw.

The larger fighter uttered a cry of shock as the kick sent him spiralling out of the ring. He crashed down in the grass and his smell immediately caused a part of the crowd to disperse in panic. The announcer hurried back into the ring and raised Krillin's hand after grabbing hold of it. "The winner is… Krillin!" He announced before the onlookers burst out in an impressive applause.

Krillin bowed, a blush visible on his cheeks. He then quickly made his way over back to his master, who patted him on the back. "What a kick that was, Krillin. Sent him flying! But you might have overdone it a little…" Roshi said as he glanced over at Bacterian. The filthy brute was still out cold and being hoisted onto a stretcher, something that would have been impossible if the marshalls hadn't worn gas masks against the horrible smell.

Later that day…

Krillin and Roshi were still basking somewhat in the glory of their victory. They had decided to come out and watch the next match. In it was Pamput, one of the tournament's favourites to win against an unknown character called Kakarot that had made his way through the preliminary rounds with ease. Roshi had told Krillin to pay close attention, as chances were that Krillin would face the winner of this fight next.

Pamput was the first to enter the ring. He did so with a gracious flip before landing firmly on his feet. He then started throwing punches and kicks in all directions, dazzling the crowd with his technique and speed. They applauded and cheered loudly. Krillin scratched his head. "Hey, isn't this guy supposed to be some big-shot kickboxing champion? I can track his movements with such ease… Well he sure seems confident." The monk remarked. Roshi chuckled in response. "I told you before Krillin, if you stick to your training, most of the opponents in this tournament should pose no problem at all for you."

The announcer then made his way over to Pamput. "I'm sorry, champ. But it seems you're opponent is running a little late!"

Pamput just smirked. "No worries. It's to be expected, really. I often have that effect on my opponents." He then pounded his fists together in anticipation as the announcer made a quick apology to the crowd, who were starting to boo in impatience. A minute or so passed and the announcer took up the microphone once more. "In accordance to the rules… I must declare this match forfeited, due to Kakarot not showing up!" He shouted.

But he was startled when a small figure suddenly leapt out from the crowd and landed inside the ring. "I'm here."

Into the ring had entered a young boy. He looked quite wild. He was wearing an old, torn up gi and his spiky hair seemed to stick out in every possible direction. There were smudges of dirt on his face and his knuckles were bloodied, seemingly caused by earlier combat. But what was perhaps most striking about the boy's appearance was a thick, bushy tail that was wrapped around his waist.

Roshi let out a gasp. "Pay close attention, Krillin. I don't know who this boy is, but if I'm correct about what I'm sensing, then I'm afraid Pamput won't stand a chance…"

Krillin shot his master a puzzled look. "Pamput? Against that brat? Nah, you must be mistaken…" But then the monk reached out with his own feelings and was shocked at what he felt. This boy had insane power! And there was something about the boy's energy that sent a chill down Krillin's spine.

Pamput wasn't able to sense ki and stood confidently in his stance, the grin on his face widening. "If you were smart, you would have stayed gone!" He taunted. But there was none of the expected response. Instead, Kakarot just stood there, his eyes cold and his hands low. Pamput growled. How was this kid so relaxed? Did he not know who he was up against here?

"The suspense is thicker than my hair-gel! You wouldn't a great fight? Well people, I think we might have that on our hands!" The announcer said as he moved back, preparing to exit the ring.

Pamput then suddenly shot out a jab, but stopped his fist inches away from Kakarot's face. To his surprise, the boy hadn't even flinched. "What's the matter kid? Scared stiff? Or am I just too fast for you?" He taunted. But still, the small, tailed boy gave no response, his hands still relaxed and lowered, the look in his eyes still as cold as before.

A sweat started to break out in Pamput's hair. The look this boy was giving him was somehow giving him, the mighty middleweight kickboxing champion Pamput, the creeps. But Pamput straightened himself out and smirked. "You don't seem to know who you're dealing with! But that's not you're fault, you're just uneducated! That's fine, in fact, I'll bring you up to speed with a little demonstration!"

Pamput then started throwing his combinations in the air, switching between kicking rapidly and punching rapidly. He then flipped over backwards and stopped near one of the walls surrounding the ring. With a mighty scream, he elbowed backwards. His strike crashed into the wall and caused it to crumble instantly.

Cries of shock erupted from the crowd. "Now! You've witnessed my power. And this is just a taste." Pamput boasted confidenty, the smirk now back on his face. Kakarot seemed to respond for the first time now, as a grin appeared on his face. "Pathetic." He said as he balled his small hands into fists.

Pamput's face now became red as anger overcame. "You! You just wait, little brat. I won't be going easy on you!" The two fighters then moved to their respective corners.

The announcer then raised his hand. "Now! The moment you've all been waiting for! Let the match begin!"

"Thrity seconds, kid. You get thirty seconds of Pamput's time before I put you down!" The hot-shot fighter said as the crowd cheered him on franctically. Then the gong was rang by the marshall once more and the match had officialy begun. Pamput wasted no time as he immediately rushed in wit hall of his speed. He loaded up a big right-straight and threw it right at Kakarot's face.

But the boy seemed to dissapear for a moment as he side-stepped with stunning speed. He swatted the incoming arm away with a well-timed block and countered with a right cross of his own that hit Pamput square on the chin. The champion kickboxer growled in pain as he was hurtled through the air before roughly crash landing a few feet away.

Pamput lay on his back for a few seconds, gasping for air. What in the hell had just happened? Never in his time had Pamput seen anybody move so fast, or hit so hard for that matter. Little did he know, that Kakarot had only been using a fraction of his true strenght with that punch.

Pamput forced himself back on his feet, white-hot with rage. His hands trembled as his eyes grew wide. "You! I will-!" He started, but he was suddenly cut off as his opponent closed the distance between them with blinding speed. Pamput desperately tried to defend himself by jumping backwards, but the boy stayed right in front of him the whole time.

Panicked, the kickboxer then struck out with a wild looping hook, but Kakarot simply ducked underneath the attack with ease, his expression still unchanging. Pamput let out a scream of frustration before loading up another one of those wild punches. But he never got the chance to throw his punch as the boy he was facing attacked first. A blindingly fast uppercut hit home into Pamput's gut and doubled him over.

The kickboxer was launched backwards through the air before coming down with a loud crash. He lay there writhing in pain for a while whilst clutching the spot in his gut where he had been hit. Then, he finally recovered enough to hoist himself back up to one knee. He was still in this crouched position when the boy suddenly appeared above him, his foot already drawn back, ready to kick out with.

Pamput tried to throw up a block in panic, but to no avail. The kick hit home on his jaw, which broke with a truly sickening crunch. He was again thrown to the floor and skidded on for a few feet, almost rolling out of the ring. But he managed to stop himself just inches from the edge. He then dragged himself back up, a trickle of blood running out of his now disfigured mouth.

"It seems that you're the one who's getting a taste. By the way, your thirty seconds are up." Kakarot spoke calmly. Then once again, he dissapeared from sight. Pamput let out a cry of shock as the boy showed up right next to him. He tried to move away, but his feet were quickly swept out from under him. He was still in the air, in the process of falling down, when Kakarot smashed his elbow into his torso.

Pamput's fall was accelerated greatly and he was sent crashing into the ring, which dented upon impact. Kakarot then turned around and calmly started to leave the ring, a small smirk etched on his young face. The announcer ran over towards Pamput, who was now a total mess. He was out cold and trembling, blood from his mouth had covered his chest in red. The announcer gulped before clearing his throat and lifting his microphone. "It seems Pamput can no longer continue. The winner is Kakarot!" He announced.

Roshi and Krillin shot eachother some worried looks. "Wow, he made short work of Pamput. Did you see that speed, Master? Unbelievable! And that power…" Krillin exclaimed. Roshi nodded shortly. "Yes, I saw it. But what worries me is not this kid's power. What worries me more is that he was holding back the entire time, dragging the fight out. He was actually enjoying hurting the poor fella. It was a good thing Pamput collapsed when he did, or he would have gotten himself killed in there for sure." Krillin gasped. He realized Roshi was right. "So, how much was he actually holding back?" The monk wondered out loud.

The announcer then took center-stage once more. "Our next fight scheduled was Krillin versus Jackie Chun! But, I'm sorry to say this but… It seems Jackie Chun bailed out of the tournament. He is nowhere to be found! But no worries people! Kakarot will take Jackie Chun's place in the next round as Krillin's opponent!" He announced.

Krillin's eyes widened in shock. He looked over to Roshi, who had a serious expression beneath his ever-present sunglasses. "M-me? Against that monster?" Krillin uttered in fear and disbelief. Roshi then patted him on the shoulder. "You are way stronger than that Pamput guy, Krillin. So don't count yourself out yet. Though the boy was powerful, his technique was quite unrefined. Show him the power of the Turtle School!" Roshi boasted, but Krillin hung his head. The confidence he had gained after beating Bacterian had suddenly melted away like snow…

END OF CHAPTER

Powerlevels :

Kakarot: 75 (surpressed)

Krillin: 150

Master Roshi: 180

Pamput: 25

Bacterian: 20

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