Reference: This story takes place sometime after the Buu Saga and the cannon time line may be changed in order to further the development of the story. Most of the errors have been ironed out, but there may still be typos and mishaps. As this is for my own enjoyment, I hope that you forgive the strangeness and mishaps. Thank you.
Dragon Ball Z: Intergalactic Black Market
By: Brain Trama
Prologue: Primordial Pupils
Sitting at a table, sable eyes watch the two visitors. The young guardian of Earth offers his temperate tone as he says, "It really is unusual to receive a request like this."
"Understandable." replies the woman across the short table. The waved tresses in a cherry blossom pink bob and she continues, "But as we are not conquerors. We want to make our presence known and to have your blessing. We do not want to be a problem." The fringe of equally pink lashes cover the striking leaf green color of her iris as she focuses politely on the young guardian.
Settling back, the sentinel presses the tips of his long fingers of each hand against each other, "I am… honored." He utters softly, "I am most venerated that you see Earth as place to help your students develop." He is silent as he strives to express both his delight and intent. A smile turns up his lips, "Please, allow me to offer you a place on the Look Out while you are on Earth."
"It is not our place to ask such a thing!" the woman says quickly the dark red color of blush appearing on her face, "We only want permission allowing us to stay on the planet! Not intrude in your daily life!"
"Do you think I would offer if it would be an intrusion?" he asks the woman with a reassuring benign expression on his young verdant face, "Please, accept. I have many friends who come here for training regularly. From what I gather, your students could benefit from working with adult Saiyans as they are demi-Saiyans."
Her companion, an equally jade Namekian like the guardian, speaks up for the first time. His eyes stay down cast on the floor, but his voice is casual, almost soft-spoken, "They are demi-Saiyans." He agrees. His expression betrays his apprehension, "But unlike the people of Earth, the genetics of other planets has not meshed well with Saiyans. I'm not sure the full-blooded Saiyans of this planet will…" he struggles mouth twitching as he clenches his jaw in agitation, "Take to our students."
"You need not worry." Assures the guardian gently, encouraging the older Namekian to look at him with a hushed tone, "They are good people. I think it will manage well."
The older Namekian's azure eyes flick up. His expression is solitary and assessing, making the black ink upon his skin frame his eyes. Those eyes fall away and a find a place on the burgundy garment resting on the adolescent's shoulders.
"Please," presses the guardian, "I would love to have you all here. It won't be a bother, and this way if there are any problems that arise, you will have the resources to help your students."
Blue eyes vanish behind green lids, "When I went home, Moori said you had become rather diplomatic." Sighs the older Namekian reaching up and rubbing his eyes with his fingers.
The woman looks at him, "Malakai?" she asks worriedly.
"Dende is right." he drops his hand into his lap and the blue in his eyes makes him look almost mournful, "We brought them here to balance and hopefully rejuvenate them. We will, more than likely, need help to do this." At the roseate woman's troubled expression he sighs, "Amilla, this is the only chance we have before their bodies crash. Adolescence, is often, when the body is at its strongest."
Chartreuse eyes down cast, the woman nods.
Malakai finds Dende's gaze up on him and nods consent, "Thank you for your kindness. We promise not be an aberrant."
The Earth's guardian laughs warmly, "Not likely!" he assures, "I'm thrilled to have the Wanderer and the Ambassador here on Earth. Please, let's get your students and I'll call for my friends. They will be more than excited to meet you." He offers his hands to his guests.
His guests nod and take the palms extended to them.
Dende admires the temperature differences; Ambassador Amilla is warm, grip perfectly firm, with soft and smooth skin. Malakai's hand is cold, scored, and there is a slight tremble with his grasp. He holds their hands as they stand in unison and he gives them a reassuring squeeze. They let go of one another.
Politely they allow Dende to lead them from the room back to the open platform of the Look Out.
Sensing the heavy air, Dende motions, "Ambassador Amilla, so which of the three are yours?"
The trio of students stands in a circle facing one another. The pupil's expressions are animated, but they make no sounds. There seems like some sort of silent communication going on as their mouths and eyes keep moving in silent laughter.
Two of them are identical male students with short fuzzy black hair. The pair seem to be young adults with gently shaped features. Their smiles are as different as if they were black and white. One has a broad wide grin, his expression making him seem mischievous and playful. His eyes are a sharp golden hue that sparkles with laughter. His duplicate's smile looks calmer, wise even, but unlike his brother, the crimson in his eyes makes him look precarious. Both boys match in long-sleeved dark blue Saiyan's jumpsuits with white hooded jackets. Jokingly, the backs of the jackets each have, either "Thing 1" or "Thing 2" printed in red.
Opposite of them is the female student. Her eyes are an inky color that stands out in her nearly translucent pale skin. The tar brown color of the tightly coiled dreadlocks appears faux, but judging by the periphery lining her eyes was natural. She too, wore a body suit, but in black and sleeveless. Most of the fabric was hidden under loose-fitting hooded green tunic without sleeves. It falls to her ankles and is cut up to the waist on both sides of her hips and in the front and back.
"The brothers." She sighs, "They're a handful."
Dende grins at her tone, "I bet. Goku's kids are the same." He recalls the many times he has heard Chichi's exasperated tone.
"Goku sounds more and more like what they need." And then under her breath adds, "A solid ass kicking."
Both Namkeians chuckle at her blatant honesty.
Catching the flutter of something white Ambassador Amilla's eyes draw to the side, "Who's that?" she inquires.
Exceeding seven feet with a frown and suspicious gaze came another Namekian. His walk has the confidence of king and is accentuated by the broad-shouldered cape and turban. The gi, in its dark plum coloring, designates him as a warrior.
An uneasy Malakai looks up to find the younger, taller Namekian watching him with predatory unrest. He shifts his gaze away quickly, 'Please don't let this be a body-guard…'
Dende smiles, "Piccolo! Can I introduce you to our guests?" he follows Piccolo's gaze to Malakai. Dende recalls briefly that Wanderers do not have the best people skills.
The abnormally tall Namekian strides forward stopping before them and grunts.
Dende gives half a roll of his eyes, "Piccolo, this is Ambassador Amilla from Orilliline and Malakai. On Namek we call him the Wanderer." Mentally Dende prays that Nail will fill in Piccolo, "They are teachers from Fvine."
"What's Fvine?" inquires Piccolo curiosity drawn from Malakai to Dende.
"It's a haven for demi-Saiyan's. The genetics for Saiyans don't always mingle well with other species throughout the galaxy and it becomes very dangerous. Fvine has taken on the job of caring and training demi-Saiyans as their abilities vary greatly and dangerously." Informs the ambassador in formal tone.
"How many?" presses the tall Namek now examining the woman.
"Three to four million demi-Saiyans. I think there are maybe two to three hundred full-blooded Saiyans who work there now." Nods Amilla from side to side.
Piccolo's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I didn't realize there were quiet that many!" Dende gapes.
Amilla smiles at their reactions.
Malakai offers a tired nod, "Demi-Saiyans are not uncommon in the least. However, having well matching genetics is almost unheard of. That's why Earth does not know about Fvine. They are an excellent match-up. They don't really need out help."
"This is exactly why I'm going to stuff you through a meat grinder!"
The adults look towards the group of students. The irritable dark-haired boy slugs his duplicate in the shoulder. His duplicate takes the blow amiably and then elbows his brother harshly sending him off the platform.
"Why a meat grinder?" asked he asks the remaining student.
"I think he's hungry." Answers the ochre haired figure beside him, "He's always crankier when he hungry."
"Hey, Thing 1, whatcha do to Thing 2?" barks the ambassador shortly.
The boy looks towards them, "You just watched me elbow him." He shakes his head.
"Hey Smartass, I don't need your shit! I will make you do laps from here to Jupiter!" she snarls.
He offers multiple short nods while rolling his eyes and then gets slam into the head by his brother's boot. He bounces several feet before stopping himself, "Hey Jackass! Your kick is half-assed like you!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"They weren't nearly as talkative while you in the meeting." Comments Piccolo.
"Just cause they're silent does not mean they aren't talking." Grouses Malakai, "Amilla and I work together because we're teaching psychic students. Silence is just telepathic talking."
"Goddamn it!" the one who started the scrimmage thumps on the ground rolling.
"Malakai," says the Ambassador looking between the brothers, "Please."
The Namekian turns, blue eyes after the brothers in their squabbling. With the barest twitch of his eye they smack together into a conjoined person, "Save your energy or you can spend sparing time in yoga." He commands crossly.
Shoulders hunch, heads drop low, and the pair pretend to be getting along, if rather stiffly.
"What just happened?" gapes Dende as the two get up, conjoined at the pelvis with three legs. His expression turns to curious as they smoothly return to their watching companion.
"The brothers are part Saiyan, part Geminin. Geminin come from a planet where people rove in pairs. Everyone there is born conjoined. The few who aren't are consider odd. The Saiyan genetics really didn't mesh correctly." The Ambassador sighs, "They pop apart for two or three days, then are forced to conjoin back together."
"The hard thing for them is that while born with tails one could become an oozaru and the other could not. It took tail removal to keep them from injuring one another. Surprisingly that was all it took." Malakai smiles, "But they seem to work just fine other than that."
Piccolo's eyes narrow, "You said you two were together because you were training physic students."
"Primary and Companion are psychic, even beyond telepathy." Frowns the pink haired woman, "It takes both of them to operate their abilities." She waves her hands animatedly, "In other words they have to be together. However, on their own they minor abilities. Primary has the gift of Distortion and Companion has the gift of Interpretation."
"This does get complicated." Frowns Dende looking at Amilla, "So they have to be trained apart and together?"
She nods, "I take care of them as individuals. Malakai takes care of them as one."
All of sudden a flare of energy startles the visitors, but Piccolo's face breaks into a smile, "Looks Like Goku's here and he brought Vegeta."
"Good they got my message!" smiles Dende, and then turns to the pair of teachers, "I asked Goku to come and meet you and your students."
"Oh?" asks Malakai with a neutral tone, "When?"
Dende offers a playful smile that asks silently 'how-would-you-do it', "He is thrilled to help grow fighters. I think he will enjoy helping."
Malakai nods again looking towards the students.
"As I told you before," Amilla says quietly, "We are honored to have help, but we don't want to-"
Dende cut her off, "On Earth, helping one another is a little more natural." He assures, "Sure this planet has some issues with its people, but in general the people here want to help one another."
Amilla nods.
Two pairs of shoes touch down as the owners of the energy arrive; Both are male, both noticeably Saiyan, and both looking like body builders. There is an obvious height difference with the taller of the two's hair splayed out like a giant cowlick. He wears a goofy good-natured grin with surprisingly warm dark eyes. The gi designates him as a warrior, but the bright orange is too cheerful; much like his personality.
To his side is the stereotypical Saiyan, scowls at the group. His hair is long and strands straight up, no doubt accounting for most of his height. His eyes are a hard black with a twisted frown. A sleeveless navy body suit disappears into white boots with matching white gloves hiding between his crossed arms. It is an honest assessment to say, this shorter Saiyan is as hostile as his counter part is effervescent.
"Hey Dende! Hi Piccolo!" calls the one in an orange gi.
"Its been a while Goku." Smiles the turbaned Namek.
"Hasn't it? But Dende said we had visitors from space!"
Dende grins, "We do." and motions to the two unfamiliar faces in the group, "This is Ambassador Amilla," –she gives a bow "And Malakai the Wanderer."
Malakai offers a shorter bow with his arms crossed, "Pleasure." But his eyes never meet Goku's.
"Wow, you're a Namekian too!" grins Goku.
Uncomfortable is the closest definition of his shoulder hunching and violet tinged cheeks. His expression uncertain, Malakai's blue eyes look up and he says, "Uh…Yes?" But he focuses on the navy of Goku's shirt never meeting the Saiyan warrior's.
Goku merely laughs at the confusion on the newcomer's face, and then somewhat politely says, "It's nice to meetcha…." He stops, "I forgot your name."
"Malakai." Respond the teacher eyes finding the tiled surface of the Look Out fascinating.
Goku looks perplexed by the shyness, but choose then grin as he addresses the living cherry blossom, "Sorry I'm crappy with names."
The ambassador smiles, "Amilla. Pleasure to meet you Son, Goku."
"Are you from Earth, er what?" he inquires examining her with confusion, "Coz you could be."
A half-smile show on the pink woman's face, "No, I'm not. I'm a Orilliline." At Goku's blank look she adds, "My people are closely related to the pink dragon millipedes of your planet."
"You hardly look like a bug." Sneers the man in the blue uniform.
She raises a brow and offers an apologetic smile, "I'm hoping that's not a bad thing." She says in a diplomatic tone.
"Amilla is hiding her 'true colors' for when she needs to terrorize her students." Says Malakai indifferently.
"Don't knock it." She shoots back with a grin at her companion, "You try dealing with them every goddamn day."
His eyes glance up to her face, "I do." He reminds her, "But when they have to work together so I suppose it's easier."
Goku looks beyond them to where the conjoined brothers stand, "Whoa! They look like they're always together."
"No." promises Malakai and as if the brothers are listening they pop apart and begin bickering again. Malakai glares as them and suddenly the boys are thrown forcefully at one another again forcing them to stick together, "I'm going to put them in an iceberg."
"They might like that." Grumbles Amilla, then with the malevolent grin of a contender says, "How another round of etiquette training?"
Malakai actually grins, "That is a good one."
Goku laughs nervously, "That sounds like something Chichi would threaten!"
"Whom?" asks a half smiling Amilla.
"My wife." Laughs Goku.
"All women seem to have that gift of terror." Snorts Vegeta.
Dende chuckles, "Ambassador, I would love to meet your students. Maybe we can wear them out before you have to go through with your threats."
"Please and thank you." Nods the ambassador professionally and motions for them to follow over the trio.
Playfully the brothers' joust in commentary until they notice their third companion is watching behind them. They turn in time to greet their teachers and their hosts.
"Hey." Smirks the red-eyed one.
"Hello." Politely nods the other.
"Primary! Companion!" hisses a flustered Amilla.
"Let me guess," smirks Piccolo pointing to the first one who spoke, "Primary," and then to his brother, "Companion."
"Got it in one." Praises Amilla still glaring at the brothers.
"Dear fuck you're tall." Mutters Primary looking at Piccolo, "I'mean Malakai is fucking tall too, but not fuckin seven feet tall." His brother nudges him irritably, "What?"
"Etiquette training might be a need more than a threat." Frowns Piccolo glaring at the dark-haired demi-Saiyan.
"Smartass 2 has been through it seven times. He behaves well for about six months." Amilla glares at him, "But apparently his brain is too small to keep the information."
"HEY!" squawks the noisy brother.
Piccolo grins, "I promise to break him of that habit."
Amilla looks him up and down assessing; "I'll hold you to it."
Goku laughs, cocking his head at the silent observing student, "And who are you?"
Dark eyes the color of coal observe him calculated, "I'm Kandy." She offers, "Pleased to…meet you." There is formidable hesitation in how she speaks, giving her an almost capricious tone.
"Kandy is Malakai's student." Nods Amilla.
"So are you here as a cheerleader?" sneers Vegeta chest thrown out with arms crossed.
Kandy turns her slate gaze to the shorter of the two Saiyan men, "A what?" she asks in the same hesitantly quiet tone.
The brother closest to her, nudges her leg, "He wants to know if you're here to watch." Snorts Primary with grin
Kandy's eyes had followed him from the nudge, but now blink slowly as they find their way up to her antagonist. She seems to contemplate the Saiyan male. Finally in that same hum of a voice says, "And you drew this conclusion from where?"
"No woman, especially one so frail, belongs on the field." He challenges with a smirk on his lips.
She expels the tension she is controlling, then says, "I'm not a woman."
Helpfully, Primary's brother Companion adds, "Caramel are often seen as particularly effeminate, but they do not have a gender unless their partner needs it."
Vegeta's eyes narrow at the creature observing him, "You're a Caramelan?"
She nods.
"A what?" asked Goku blankly.
"A Caramelan." Repeats Malakai he looks sideways at Goku, "A crossbreed between a Caramel and a Saiyan."
"We're kind of like your cnidarian." Kandy notices the blank expressions and says, "Um, think of jellyfish. Caramel are mostly are translucent and soft-bodied, but much more complicated."
"But Kandy looks like a girl, so we call her so. Kinda like Malakai is a guy." Primary interjects.
Vegeta glares at her, "I am not fond of your kind in the least."
"S'okay." She answers, "You only have to tolerate my existence. I make no other requirements."
Companion returns, "That is other than keeping homicidal tendencies to a minimum."
"Or what? Gonna stick me with your mouthy twin?" sneers Vegeta at the more docile of the brothers.
"No, but that would be funny to see how that works out." Chirps Primary.
"Ignore Vegeta." Goku says dismissively, "I'm glad to meet you Kandy." He offers a hand, "I'm Son, Goku."
She examines the offering for a moment before taking it with her thin one, "Pleasure's mine."
Keeping in mind this is the very beginning: What's done well? What's done poorly? Will you read more? Please let me know.