Dragonball RS: A Saiyan Prophet
Ok, before I start I want to let you in on some stuff. The "RS" in the title stands for "Ronoshie's Story". This is in third person view, and the story follows the main character of the story -- Ronoshie. This prologue starts out at the time right before Planet Vegita is blown up by Frieza and ends fifteen years after that. But when the actual story really starts is one year before the Majin Buu Saga.
Throughout this entire fan fiction, communication will go as follows (this will be the only time I post this during the entire story, including other sagas):
Normal speech: "word"
Telepathy, sources (TV, radio, phone, etc), words in another language, something written in a book or other text: "word"
Personal thoughts, words expressing feeling, "slightly exaggerated" words: word
I doubt that will ever change. But if it does I'll let you know on an update notice in my bio page.
Now we can finally begin the story. Happy reading, hope you enjoy it!
This story is under re-construction. If you're reading this message, be aware that the way the story is written could change.
PROLOGUE
"We have two Saiyan babies ready to be launched," says a Saiyan ship launcher. He and another were the only two in an empty control room.
"What are their names and where are they being launched?" askes the second.
"Kakarot, and Ronoshie. Kakarot is being launched to Planet Earth, and Ronoshie to Planet Arzoph."
"Good get them launched, and does anybody know about Ronoshie's launch mission, or will I have to inform Radditz to pick him up after he's destroyed the Arzophians, too?"
"No, nobody knows yet. And last I checked, Radditz isn't on the planet right now."
"Well, remind me to inform him whenever he gets back."
"Launching Kakarot in 5...4...3...2...1." One of them presses a few buttons and pulls a handle, sending a round space pod into the sky. "Launching Ronoshie in 5...4...3...2...1." The second was also successfully thrown into the atmosphere and headed toward it's destination in deep space.
"Whoa, my scouter's picking up a huge powerlevel coming straight for the planet!"
"What do you think it is?"
"I don't know but it looks..."
BOOM
Frieza keeps his arm outstrechted and pointing at the planet as the brightness from the explosion lights up his cold red eyes. He bursts into laughter. He's finally done it! The Saiyans are no longer a threat, and the rise of the Legendary Super Saiyan has been abolished. Nothing could stop him now! Basking in his proud stubborness, he mutters, "Goodbye you no good pile of filthy monkeys!"
15 YEARS LATER: PLANET ARZOPH - NIGHT OF DESTINY
Night was approaching as Ronoshie was finishing his dinner. He could feel tonight was going to be different from any other night. A rare natural happening was about to show itself that the entire planet would watch. Something that only occurs on this planet every twenty years -- a full moon. And even people who have seen it before come out to gaze at it's brilliance. A man in his eighties would've only seen it about four times. It was rare indeed!
Ronoshie was wanting to get outside a little before it was dark so he could experience the whole thing 100 percent.
He finished up his fifteenth serving of dinner and his mother, Srafte, picked them up from the table to wash them. He had a few friends over that night who were still eating along with his father, Hompt, and his many brothers and sisters.
"Okay, I'm off. See you guys out there!" Ronoshie said. It was late evening, and the sun was almost below the horizon. The first few stars had shown themselves.
Everyone gave scattered replies as he walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. He walked outside and took a deep breath of fresh air, looking if the moon was visible yet. People have said that it has to be completely dark before it's actually noticable. Ronoshie took this as fact since he didn't see a trace of anything different in the sky. Infact, the moon is never visible until it's full. People who've seen it before says it looks like a giant round rock covered in scars and has the light of fifty fires. The moon was in Arzophian mythology that anyone who gazed upon it would inherit special powers. Others say only the Chosen Ones get them. Ronoshie would soon find out for himself.
There was a stream near-by, so he ran over to it to take a drink. The water was a nice yellow color, like lemonade. As all the water on Arzoph was.
Ronoshie was getting impatient for the sun to finish setting, so he layed down on his back and closed his eyes. A little rest could do him some good. He was the strongest one on the planet, he was like Arzoph's "superhero" and helped prevent law breaking. He had spent the entire day beating off criminals and felt seeing a rare natural occurance was a decent award. Especially one with so much hype and popularity about it.
After resting for several minutes, everyone else inside still hadn't come out. Man, they're slow eaters, he thought to himself. He didn't want his eyes to get heavy from laying down too long, so he got up and stretched. When he opened up his eyes, it was between evening and deep twilight. A sudden rush of excitment went through him and he couldn't stop moving his tail. He could feel how special this night was going to be. It was in the air. The atmosphere itself was fabricated of it.
His heart was thumping. He had never felt like this before. He felt like he was about to be re-born. He looked up into the unnaturally bizzare clear sky, full of bright twinkling stars declaring the glory of the heavens. And then, he saw it -- the full moon. It's presence put the sky in a whole new light and was the source of why the sky was so unusually clear. It was absolutely beautiful, and he could feel and hear a pulse coming from it that was identical to his own.
Bump, bump. Bump, bump.
His heart was racing faster kindred with the radiating pulse from the moon. It gave him an urge that released his inner beast. He was being born again. Such a satisfying bolt of energy surged through his veins. A relieving rage that had slept deep in his unconscioussness was free at last!
Bump, bump. Bump, bump.
The growing feeling took control of his vocals and he let out a deep growl. His muscles tingled with the urge to flex and twitch. To use for destruction! His teeth was overcome by the sweet temptation to bite. Like a baby growing it's teeth.
Bump, bump. Bump, bump.
The violently growing feeling possessed him and was radiating from him. Time itself seemed to have slown down, and all he could hear was his heart racing faster and faster! His clothing was freakishly getting tighter. He had to break free of this bondage!
Bump, bump. Bump, bump.
A mystical numbness came over him as his sight blurred. His clothes were completely ripped off, as the biggest rush of violence and rage yet had come over him. He was compelled by it and gave a more furious roar. He had lost control. The mystical numbness overcame him and as his inner beast took over and as he faded away...