1: A New Venture! - A Baby Born with the Power of 100K!?
Planet Sadal is home to a proud race of Saiyan warriors each living by their own accord. Their intergalactic patrol unit lead by Battle Commander, Kalion is waiting to see the power level of his newly begotten son.
(PL = Power Level)
PL Examiner 1: Did you check out the power level of the boy?
PL Examiner 2 drinks his cold tea then turns to the monitor finishing up its results.
PL Examiner 2: The monitor says, the second examiner looks at the result and spits out his drink in astonishment, 100,000!
Kalion, disappointed: I thought he was stronger.
Both examiners were confused
PL Examiner 1, reassuring: The boy is still ten times stronger than the average Saiyan, but there are qualms.
Kalion: Qualms?
PL Examiner 1: Yes, are you sure that he's your son?
PL Examiner 2: Yeah, like he has snowy white hair and his irises are purple.
Kalion has his eyes looking at the both of them with an aggressive undertone.
Kalion: I know that, but you rest assured that the boy is my son.
PL Examiner 1: I mean now that you look at it, he does share your robust chocolate pigmentation.
Awkward silence filled the room, Kalion's eyes darted around.
Kalion: Thanks?
PL Examiner 2: Uh… what about the name? What is his name?
Kalion: Daikiri!
PL Examiners: Daikiri?
PL Examiner 2: That's an odd name.
Kalion: That's the name his mother and I chose.
PL Examiner 2: Yeah that's another question, who's the mother?
PL Examiner 1: According to the monitor's findings Daikiri is only 50% Saiyan and the other is unknown to any race that existed in our universe.
Kalion: Or maybe you didn't update the monitor.
PL Examiner 1, to Kalion: No, this is the latest version.
Kalion: Is it K-4.5?
PL Examiner 1: Umm… it's K-4 point… point...
Kalion: Well, answer me!
PL Examiner 1: It's K-4.4.
Kalion: Uh huh. Make sure you it gets updated before tomorrow. Then to PL Examiner 2. Bring me my son.
PL Examiners: Yes sir.
A total of fourteen years has passed. Kalion registered Daikiri at the Dephens School of Combat and Diplomacy. Though it is not that cracked up to be most of their graduates do end up being high ranking officials scattered around the galaxies. The finals just passed and the entire school are looking at their test results… well except for one.
?: What the Hell? We're tied?
Onlookers: (Different Bullet Point = Different Person)
Daikiri and Aarlic got tied for the number one spot; that's nuts.
No, I bet that Aarlic just let Daikiri catch up.
Not in a million years.
Aarlic: Where is he? Raging. Daikiri!
Aarlic searched all around the campus for him. Aarlic continued to get more angry the longer it took to search, but then the right under a tree sleeping.
Aarlic: Get up! Now!
Daikiri, waking up yawning: What do you want?
Aarlic: Did you see test results!?
Daikiri: Lemme guess… we're tied?
Aarlic: Yes!
Daikiri: So, what you didn't get second.
Aarlic: But I'm tied with you instead of Bage, how!?
Daikiri: I don't know maybe I studied bit more, or you're just lazy...
Aarlic, abruptly: That's not it!
Daikiri: How about I actually tried?
Daikiri laughing, looking at his red face
Aarlic: I'm tired of your games! Put'em up!
Daikiri, sarcastically: Naaaaa… okay. Getting excited, Attack first!
Aarlic: Glad to!
How will this fight turn out? Who would win, Daikiri or Aarlic? How does this change their paths forever? Find out in the next chapter Dragon Ball Dominion Trials.