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Prologue

Caliwone lifted off the ground, leaving the Xavier Institute one last time. No friends came to wish him off, no Kitty, no Charles. The X-Men had gotten use to his presence at the Institute, and he had gotten too comfortable with them.

Silver light bathed the unshakable Saiyan and his single black backpack from the full moon overhead as he left the grounds, the familiar building. Of course, none of this bothered Caliwone. He was a Saiyan and had no time for friends or alien allies. At least, that is what he told himself.

His tail swayed one last time before the trees eclipsed his view of the Xavier Manor. In true Saiyan form, his midnight blue aura burst into place around him and he streaked off into the night sky toward Japan. Eight months ago, he had met an interesting group of people who may hold answers to his questions. If he remembered correctly, the guys name was Kurosaki Ichigo...

Chapter 01: Arrival

Wind ruffled Caliwone's already wild hair as he plowed his way towardsthe rising sun, a sun that would not be seen in the United States for some hours yet. His departure had been unannounced yet the grouped seemed to already know that it was coming.

Caliwone spat to the side, his concern for them going with it as he past casually over the sea and across the next body of land. He remembered when he had raced across this distance to fight Apocalypse and the Dark Phoenix, how hard he had pushed himself to arrive in time to save the X-Men.

It took him the better part of an hour to reach his destination this time, casual though his flight was. Touching down on ground near a small creek bordered by lush green grass. Caliwone took in a deep breath and looked around. Caliwone's sharp black eyes took in the prevailing calmthat seemed absent in the States, the clarity all around. In the distance, mountains could be seen standing regal in the mid afternoon sun like silent sentries standing guard over this place.

He looked around. There had been a surprisingly unexpected surge of power that had called him to a stop somewhere around here. Whatever it was, it was drawing closer. His tail swung itself to the side one before wrapping itself around his waist, looking like a simple, furrybelt.

"Hey," a voice shouted up to him. "You're that Saiyan jerk." The languagewas Japanese, one of the several Earth languages he understood and spoke thanks to his ships translation device, though this one seemed a bit rougher. The pronunciations of a couple of the words seemed more street slang than proper Japanese.

Caliwone turned to cast his frosty eyes over the human walking determinedly over to him from the water. Caliwone sneered slightly at the greasy haired kid coming closer. His dark brown eyes glared hard at Caliwone from under his slicked back black hair.

"I am looking for someone," Caliwone said, his eyes narrowing warningly at this human. There was something about this human that didn't seem quite right. His energy levels were unexpectedly high for such a pitiful specimen of the human race. It was clear, however, that this was indeed the source of the energy he had sensed on his flight path. What kept Caliwone's interest was the feeling that this kid was doing his best to hold his powers at bay.

"Maybe you didn't get the memo but the Justice League and North America may have forgiven you but the rest of the world certainly has not." The boy lifted his hand, pointing his finger at Caliwone as if it was some kind of weapon. "Here is a gift, courtesy of the Earth!"

Energy shocked Caliwone's senses as this boy broke his constraints, no longer hiding his energy from those who could see in the sixth sense. It was mind boggling to think that a mere Earthling could ever produce such power Caliwone reflexively did the same, his golden aura appearing around him, his black hair spiking and bleaching themselves blonde.

An astounding amount of energy gathered around his finger tip, casting the area in a faint blue aura. "SPIRIT GUN!"

A ball of energy erupted from this boys finger tip, carving a path out of the ground as it rushed forward, spinning slightly. The blast sailed wide, right past the stunned Caliwone and collided into one of the distant mountains in a beautiful display of explosions and thunderous calamity. The mountain disintegrated as the attack released its energy on contact and vanished completely as if it had never been there in the first place.

Caliwone turned to look back at the kid in shock, dropping his Super Saiyan state that he had taken on reflex and straightenedto eye this young man.

"Darn it," the boy said, looking curiously at the tip of his finger, seeming to have forgotten about Caliwone temporarily. "Still off. What the Hell?" The boy looked back at the Saiyan, hatred still infused in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Caliwone asked, his eyes growing colder. This boy may have power, enough to demolish a mountain, but at a mere twenty feet he couldn't even shoot straight enough to hit a stationary target.

"The names Urameshi Yusuke," the boy said, taking aim again. "That's Urameshi to you. Not that you will live long enough for it to matter." Energy began collecting at the tip of Urameshi's finger again. Caliwone moved, his intention to grab his hand and point it away. It quickly became clear that Caliwone had underestimated this boy.

As Caliwone reappeared in front of Urameshi, the boy dropped to the ground and swept Caliwone's feet. Surprised by the reflexes of this human though he may have been, Caliwone was still far too experienced a warrior to be duped so easily. Hopping the sweep, he propelled himself sideways, avoided the surprisingly crisp movement.

Not fooled, Urameshi cocked back his right fist,decided to takea different approach this agile fighter. "SHOT GUN!" With a sound like a gunshot, energy pellets rained from his fist, obscuring the form of his deadly foe.

Urameshi squinted, trying to see through the cloud, his senses next to useless since his own energy was still bouncing around, cloaking the Saiyan's sense. Silence pervaded the clearing as the smoke slowly dispersed.

"Are you finished, human?" came Caliwone's cold voice, the mocking in his tone clear even to those who had never met him.

"Not quite," Urameshi shouted, reaching back and readying another Spirit Gun.

Caliwone walked out of the cloud of smoke, his hand raised to stop Urameshi's attack. "I am looking for someone named Kurosaki Ichigo," Caliwone said calmly, slowly losing patience with this irritant. "Do you know where he is?"

The energy around Yusuke's finger faded as his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why do you want to see him? You planning on adding him to your kill count?"

Caliwone snorted. "If you don't know then I will seek him out on my own. If given enough time, I will pick up on his Shinigami energy."

"Hey, Yusuke," a female voice called out. "I know you didn't just blow up a mountain, did you?" she sounded exasperated, like she already knew the answer.

"Uh, well," Urameshi said, a bit sheepishly, doing his best to holster his finger from view. "Keiko, I need you to stay there."

"Why?" A woman with long straight brown hair walked up the grassy hill from the smooth flowing river bank whereshe and Urameshi had no doubt been lounging not minutes before. She stopped dead at the sight of Caliwone, the terror of the Saiyan race, standing face to face with her husband.

Caliwone shifted his gaze to her, taking in her stance and fear. Not surprisingly her fear was for her own safety, obviously knowing that Urameshi could handle himself in most cases. His sharp mind barely had time to note this before Urameshi swung into action. His fist, moving surprisingly fast, even when compared to his experience with this world's best,and sank into Caliwone's face. "LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU MONSTER!"

Instinctively throwing his body into a back hand spring to reduce damage by Urameshi's attack and gaining distance, Caliwone came up into a fighting stance just in time to see his opponent rushing at him.Urameshi was on him even as Keiko's scream split the air in two. Caliwone growled softly, not really in the mood for this kind of dance. "Enough, Urameshi," he snarled. "Stop this immediately."

Blocking one incoming fist to his outside, Caliwone swung his right foot in a round house kick, which Urameshi swiftly avoided by leaping backwards to land twenty feet away. Raising his arms to fire his Spirit Gun once more, Urameshi took aim.

Caliwone leapt forward, not willing to let Urameshi have a second chance to regain his aim. As Keiko screamed again, Caliwone appeared next to Urameshi on his right side. Grabbing the raised right hand in his own right fist, Caliwone slide his left arm over Urameshi's right shoulder and across his throat. Shifting his feet accordingly, Caliwone spun Urameshi to the ground backwards, crashing into the grassy ground with his hand still held firmly in Caliwone's own.

Settling one foot onto Urameshi's back, Caliwone eased Urameshi's arm into a rather painful submission, threatening to yank his arm out of his socket in a somewhat unnatural manner. Caliwone smirked slightly at the snarl Urameshi spat, a rather animalistic sound, and tweaked his arm a mere sliver more.

"Stop it!"

Caliwone turned slightly to look back. A hand, a female hand, seemed to come out of nowhere to slap him hard across his face with almost as much force as Shayera Hol of the Justice League.

He stumbled back, not out of pain so much asshock as this ordinary human girl shook her hand slightly, then her head as if coming out of a slight daze. She looked up at Caliwone, covering her mouth in surprise and fear at what she had just done before scamperingback with a squeal to cower behind Urameshi.

Caliwone touched his face. It stung slightly but he hardly noticed. The women on this planet... He made a mental note to remember that, whether it be on one side of this planet or the other, women never changed.

"Alright tall, dark and gruesome," Urameshi called, now back up on his feet. If the creases deepening in his brow were anything to go by, he was more pissed off than Batman or Wolverine. "Play time's over."

Caliwone stood upright and sniffed. "Hn. Go home and cry to your mother. I am not here to fight you, or anyone else, so if you insist on attacking me then I will find the Shinigami on my own." He glanced northward, the flash of purity and of white flitting across Caliwone's memories of his time in the Soul Society.

Urameshi's eyes narrowed even as Keiko peeked fearfully over his shoulder. Caliwone could see the gears grinding inside Urameshi's head, slow and cobwebbed though they may be, and knew the words Urameshi was going to say before the sounds of speech ever left his lips. "Fine, I'll take you there," Urameshi said, his demon-like anger fading away. "Keiko, get home. I'll see you later tonight." She nodded fearfully and jogged out of sight.

Caliwone sneered slightly. No doubt this Urameshi had sensed the Shinigami energy too, and instead of sending Caliwone off, he had decided to accompany him, probablyto keep an eye on him. "Fine," Caliwone said, gesturing Urameshi forward. "Lead the way."

Urameshi sneered slightly right back and vanished in a wink of blue light. Caliwone smirked in response and leapt forward, easily keeping up with Urameshi's pace. They leapt across rooftops, over buildings and across parks and forests, both moving faster than normal humans could follow. Caliwone watched Urameshi closely, taking in his casual movementsand practiced grace.

He was no ordinary human punk with a bad case of more-power-than-should-be-allowed. He moved with confidence, power and ease. His mannerisms, the way he held himself, the placement of his feet, all came from long experience. If Caliwone was any judge, and he was sure that he was, this kid had more fighting experience, and had faced more danger, than most in the entire Justice League.

Urameshi glanced back. "So, you can keep up," he shouted back, smiling slightly. "Maybe I won't have to go at such a slow pace for you."

"Hn," Caliwone snorted. "Don't strain yourself on my account. It wouldn't be worth the humiliation for you."

They both picked up speed. It was clear to Caliwone, if none other, that Urameshi was honestly not reaching his maximum. That wasn't to say he wasn't at least giving some effort to lose Caliwone. The Saiyan paced him, loving the sight of Urameshi struggling with uncertainty.

After a short eternity, Caliwone was ready to call it quits with this little game. With one subtle burst of speed, Caliwone came to a stop in front of Urameshi. Yusuke, his only other option being to simply bowl Caliwone over,came to a somewhat skidding halt.

"Enough games, kid," Caliwone growled, folding his arms across his chest, flexing his impressive muscles. "Where is this place?"

Urameshi pointed over Caliwone's shoulder. "Another couple of blocks. Think you might be able to hold on to your impatience?" Without waiting for an answer, Urameshi shouldered past him. Caliwone allowed him to pass, not concerned with any sort of dominance plays here. Urameshi was already nervous and trigger happy as it was. No need to create more of an unnecessary conflict.

Kurosaki Ichigo ran his hand through his orange colored hair, glad at the chance to finally be able to sit down and take a break. Whether it be a new problem with the Shinigami or gym class in high school, there never seemed to be any break from the endless onslaught of systematic destruction of his already sporadic social life.

"Ichigo," Urahara Kisuke greeted his Shinigami friend. "How did your little side trip into the Soul Society go this time?"

Ichigo sighed deeply. "More of the same. They still can't figure out why the Hollows are behaving the way that they are. It's like they're being organized by someone." He shook his head.

"Well, you could always go take a look," Kisuke suggested.

"I'll pass," Ichigo said, waving on hand casually over his plain-clothed shoulder. "Besides, I'm already failing most of my classes as it is."

Kisuke smiled slightly under his green and white striped hat. "I suppose we all have to have our priorities. Glad to know what yours are." Ichigo looked at Kisuke, the words behind the eyes spelling out rather rude conceptions. "Not that I am saying they are bad or anything," Kisuke was quick to correct. "Your schooling is very important. I should know."

There was a soft tinkling sound from the front of the Urahara shop that drifted into the small room in an almost impossible clarity. "You're on Mr. Hat-and-clogs," Ichigo said, relieved, if only slightly, that he would be able lean back in the quiet for a while.

"Actually, Ichigo," Kisuke said, his eyes glimmering under his hat. "I think they are here for you."

Ichigo frowned. "What do you mean?" Ichigo questioned, standing reluctantly up and following Urahara toward the front. "Who wants to see me?" He stopped as he saw two men standing in the doorway of the sliding door. He recognized them both. Urameshi Yusuke and the Super Saiyan Caliwone.

To be continued...

Holy crap guys! Dragon Sagas is back with a whole new cast of characters!

Not to worry, though, our favorite heroes and mutants will be back in a major way with major villains and the final conclusion to Slade's ultimate plan.

With the conclusion to Mission X: Revival (a great lead in for me to get use to writing with Yusuke and team).

Anyway, welcome back to the shared universe of Dragon Sagas! Hope to see some positive reviews as I get back into the swing of things here and start to redevelop my ideas.

I will try to update twice a week as I did on Book Two (Mondays and Fridays) but my work schedule has gotten a little chaotic recently so I will do my best.

Until Monday, guys...

The Dark Prince