Chapter 1: Fate's Cruel Gift
"Why… Are… There…So… Many… DAMN… TREES!" said a voice as they smacked every tree during their rapid descent towards the ground. 'OW, OW, OW OWWWWW! ' they roared as branches snapped at their face.
His head hit the ground with a loud thud. With the breath knocked out of him and pain erupting through his entire body, he fell unconscious.
The Saiyan's golden eyes slowly drifted opened. His sleek, black hair was covered in leaves and tree sap. He looked down at his ripped clothing. The gold and black robes he that were given to him from his master were terribly torn. The Saiyan swore under his breath.
The Saiyan stood up and brushed the dirt and leaves from what remained of his clothing. He began to look around. "What happened to the scouter…" the Saiyan said to himself. He looked around where he had landed and to his dismay, found the metal contraption snapped in two pieces.
Horror struck the young Saiyan. 'I can't contact Trunks, Harrouto or Arissa,' he thought, 'I can't go home.' The Saiyan sat down on a tree stump. Fear gripped him. 'They won't be able to find me. They can't track my position because the scouters broken and I didn't use a scroll to get here.' The Saiyan's fear suddenly turned to hunger. 'If I'm stuck here, I might as well make myself at home.'
The Saiyan walked to a nearby lake. A couple fish swam through the crystal clear water. He swiftly undressed until he was only in his boxers and jumped in. The cool water refreshed the Saiyan and calmed him slightly. After floating in the water for a bit, he began catching fish with his hands. After about ten minutes, he had a dozen fish.
The Saiyan climbed out of the lake and laid the fish down on the ground. He laid down on the ground for a little bit. After he dried off, he swiftly got dressed in the clothing that was the least damaged, his shirt, pants, and socks.
The Saiyan left the fish by the shore to get some dried branches and leaves to make a fire. After searching for a couple minutes, he found a sufficient amount. Upon returning, he saw a small child, dragging an enormous fish. The Saiyan looked at the child as they walked over to where his fish were. The child looked at it for a second before sitting down next to them. The Saiyan walked over to the child.
The Saiyan smiled as he walked over to the child. "That's a big fish you got their kid," he said. "Oh thanks," said the little boy. Weirdly enough the child had a tail, just like the Saiyan had. The Saiyan's face whitened. Slowly he asked, "What's your name kid?" "I'm Goku," said the child. All the blood drained from the Saiyan's face. 'Goku. Oh my God. I'm really far back. Too far.'
"What's your name mister?" Goku asked. "Kiron" the Saiyan said, half in his own thoughts. "Nice to meet you mister. What are you doing out here?" the kid asked. "Camping" Kiron lied. "Neat" said Goku. "I was going to cook the fish here if you wanted me to help you." Kiron said. "No thanks," Goku replied, "I can do it when I get home." The older Saiyan nodded. "Well I hope to see you around mister." Goku said. The child waved goodbye and walked away with the giant fish.
After eating half of the fish, Kiron climbed a tree and laid on a large branch. 'What am I going to do? I'm not supposed to be here,' the Saiyan thought, 'I guess I'll talk to Kami tomorrow. Maybe he can help me. If he's even the guardian of Earth in this world.' And with that, the Saiyan fell asleep.