Saiyan Castaway
By MorePlus
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"Italics" other language
Authors Note: Hi all! This is my very first fanfiction and crossover for this fandom, Young Justice. I've been reading a lot of these fanfictions for years and I decided to give it a try with a story of my own. This will be a crossover with Dragon Ball Z, though the main Saiyan character will be an OC. I have decided to tweak the traditional way DBZ-Young Justice Crossovers are done in that they feature the canon characters from DBZ adapting to the world of Young Justice, and I haven't seen nearly enough good OC stories. Please note that the Saiyans/DBZ lore in this fanfiction is modified a little for creative license, though some main plot points will be maintained (like the destruction of Planet Vegeta and some of the enemies) This chapter is mostly just introduction. I do not own Young Justice nor Dragon Ball Z, and only own my OCs.
Chapter Begin
He woke up with a start. Panting, eyes examining every inch of the room for the danger he had just extirpated himself from, he took stock of his surroundings. Orange tinted walls with a few of the coats of paint unraveling, myriad posters of his favorite bands, a grade school mosaic project of St. Luke he made for his surgeon father staring back at him, he immediately recognized his surroundings as his room: he was in no danger. Quickly composing himself, he swept a hand through his matted hair and breathed a sigh: another nightmare.
It had started the way they always start, him in a strange hall, walking down a corridor of some strange steel. Being confronted by a man with some sort of device on his left eye and unnaturally long, onyx black hair and a strange attire, some type of armor. This is where it got really strange, however, for at that point the man would exclaim something in a language he could not remember when he invariably woke up, and aim his hand from which a glowing beam of light emitted towards him. Right before his dreamy demise, he would wake up with a start just as he had moments ago.
'Third time this week...' Alejandro "Alex" Matías Cabrera sighed, recomposing himself on the bed and getting to his feet. He spared a glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand, the goofy stylized Batman symbol signaling to the eleven-year-old sixth grader that it was a quarter past five AM: he had school in three hours. Knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, he made his way down the hall from his room to the living room of the three bedroom apartment he shared with his family in Gotham City, dragging his feet ever so slowly across the linoleum floor. 'Mom and Dad are gonna be worried sick. First these changes and now nightmares, he thought to himself.'
When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw his forty-nine-year-old mother dressed in her hospital scrubs, making an omelete for herself, her prematurely gray hair put up in a professional ponytail. So today she's teaching residents, surmised Alex. She didn't notice him until he sat down, and when she looked at him from her cooking she audibly sighed.
"Another nightmare, son?", she asked pointedly, a slight accent dotting her words, noticing his bloodshot eyes for the first time. "Is it that recurrent one again? Maybe I should call Dr. Vogel, maybe he can prescribe something…"
"No! No, mom, I'm fine, I don't need any more medication, honest." Alex had already been prescribed medicine for his attention deficit disorder, and the process leading up to his diagnosis didn't sit well with him at all. He had been especially keen on avoiding any more of the aforementioned psychiatrist, Dr. Vogel's, attention.
"I'm just…I just need to figure out why I'm having these dreams" he finished weakly, eyeing the leftover omelete that was left over. Seeing his gaze on the food, his mother served him some.
"Thanks", he mumbled, taking a tentative bite. It may have been the after-effects of the nightmare, but it tasted bland to him.
"So here's an idea Alex. Your father and I were thinking that maybe this weekend we should go up to the Gotham mountains, you know, where we keep the camping house. Maybe a change of scenery will do you some good".
Alex groaned. He did not think he should be camping, what with the other issues hounding him at school. Namely, those issues. He decided to voice his disapproval with the aforementioned plan.
"Mom it's not just the nightmares…we still haven't talked about what happened last week at school.
His mother's grin vanished. In all of her life, Eugenia (Gene as she was called by her colleagues) Cabrera had never once believed she would be faced with such a difficult situation in her life. Ever since becoming an attending urologist at Gotham University Hospital since moving from Puerto Rico in the late 1980s, she had seen her fair share of horrible, dehumanizing, and frankly weird things. Shooting victims, drug addicts, all manner of medical emergencies paled in comparison to what happened last week to her son at Gotham North Middle School. That event being the catalyst for her son's current condition, she was also worried that an issue in his past would come up. Last week, when Alex was locked into his locker by one of his many bullies (they had taken a habit of picking on him due to him excelling in both sports-he was deemed to be a natural athlete by his gym coach-though Alex doesn't remember himself actively participating in physical activity to explain his fitness-and academics) he had waited for hours until one of the teachers tried to get him out. He doesn't remember much about what happened afterwards, but he distinctly remembers him being so angry, that when he looked at the shaking locker door, the next thing he knew he felt a burning sensation in his eyes and the lock had melted. The teacher hadn't noticed until after the fact when he saw the oozing metal, but needless to say, when word got out to his parents, he was immediately picked up from school, driven home, and treated to two and a half hours of his parents muffled arguments about "that day" and his past.
"Honey", said his mom, considering whether to admit that she did know why that had happened to him-finally relenting, "you need to understand that whatever happens, you are and will always be our son", she finished as she cupped his cheek. Alex was thoroughly confused-he had expected his mother to bat away the issue like she and his father had done for the past week, but this was an unexpected change in demeanor. He decided to play along with this change, hoping to get answers.
"I've talked with your father, and we might know why everything-the issues, the nightmares-maybe happening to you. We decided it would be better to explain in the cabin. Trust us, you'll understand why. But it has to be this weekend, alright?".
Alex was at a loss for words. Finally, he would get answers. Answers to why the onyx-haired man was haunting his dreams, why he had melted the locks off of his lockers, why he had been physically fit enough to excel in his soccer team the first time he set foot on a field without a single day of practice. All these questions now had a tentative answer, but he would have to wait two more days to find out. It was so tantalizing it almost hurt.
"Alright Mom…I'll wait until then, he sighed. He didn't like it, but if he had to wait to get his answers, he would. He had waited all his life with questions, he could wait two more days.
His mother smiled at him, letting go of his cheek. She checked the time, saw that it was 6:00 AM, and immediately grabbed her keys to go to work. Duty called at Gotham University Hospital. "I promise, we'll explain everything dear. Get ready for school, and say goodbye to your father!", she exclaimed as she left.
As Alex went to his father's room to say good bye and go to the bus stop, he couldn't help but focus on his dozing dad's parting words as he left for the street corner to wait for the bus.
"Goodbye..M'ijo"
His son. For the first time in Alex Matias's life, an unexpected feeling of unease racked him at the notion. Just what did his parents have planned to tell him?
Chapter End
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