The Story of Santa, a Dragon Ball: Xenoverse fanfiction
DISCLAIMER: Dragon Ball: Xenoverse is owned by Bandai Namco and others. The only
original content is the backstory of my character.
Chapter 1: Origins
In a land far away a boy named Klaus is looking out of a window, watching the rain for there was
nothing else to do. He wouldn't speak to his parents, because there was nothing to say, other
than, of course, complaining about their conditions. While he looked outside Klaus thought to
himself 'What if we were rich?' and 'Why me?' From the kitchen the boy's mother called "Dinner!"
The food was the same as usual, a gritty piece of bread, near rotten meat, and milk from the
single cow their family owned.
After dinner, there was a knock on the door. Klaus's father opened the door to see a military officer who said "It's collection day." Klaus and his family knew that they would likely never see each other again. Collection day happens once every ten years, where all boys fifteen years or older are taken from home to be tested. Klaus, as a farmer, was stronger than most citizens of Dakterria. This would be a test of physical ability as well as strategic testing for military positions. Those who failed both tests were sent home, and, the rest would begin military training.
Klaus stepped into the cart that would bring him and other Saiyans around his age to the
testing facility. The Saiyans of Dakterria were descended from the Saiyans of planet Vegeta.
Most Saiyans of planet Vegeta were born with black hair. Those born with silver or white hair
were exiled to Dakterria. The Dakterrian Saiyans thrived on their planets. Separate from the
Saiyans of Vegeta, they developed their own society.
Klaus and his new "friends" arrived at the testing facility and were escorted to an auditorium. Standing on stage was King Alexander VII who was ready to deliver a speech. The auditorium was completely filled with young Saiyans.
"I, King Alexander of Dakterria, am proud to announce the beginning of the seventh National Military Placement Program. Tomorrow you will begin testing. Your physical abilities will be tested along with strategic capabilities to see who will become great heroes, and who will go home. Those who do not pass are free to pursue whichever career they want. Those who pass will serve a minimum of 10 years. I hope you all do well and make friends along the way. Thus I end my speech, and say 'Goodnight.'"