Hey everyone, don't worry I'm still working on TAKEN. Just had some major inspiration for a dbz fic. Goku x OC. This story is a little AU and still playing with some ideas. Here is test chapter number 1, hope you all enjoy :) Thanks for reading!
Warnings: n/a
PRIMAL
CH.1
Silence. It seemed to eerily coat Earth's atmosphere until when from across space, three small space pod whirled through the vastness of space, heading straight toward Earth's atmosphere. Gravity pulled the pods closer. The rate at which the red and white space pods fell closely resembled that of an asteroid falling from space.
Bright, white, and short-lived. As expected, the two pods collided with the Earth's crust, burying themselves deep into the ground. The sound heard upon impact was audible for a few miles around and sent a small quake rippling through the surrounding area.
Animals panicked and ran blindly to any source of safety they could find, never looking back all the while. The heat outside was now at its peak, ninety-five degrees and even the water seemed to be standing still.
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Down within the craters, there was action taking place. Dark, cool, and small, was the interior of the space vessel. The pod window was situated on the only door, tinted with a red tone. The creature within wrapped a tail around it's taught waist out of nerves. To venture forth? Or Return with no help?
Sitting in his own thoughts, the foreigner clenched his fist as he cast a sideways glance at the control panel. Doing this several times in a row, the glossy button was taunting him. Almost begging him to press it. To open the door and search for help?
Left foot tapping in a furious fashion, crimson began to flow freely from his lip, as a sharp canine bit down onto soft flesh. Was he really this nervous? Removing the blood with his forearm, the stranger let out a large sigh and then inhaled deeply. Pressing the button, he hoped help was on its way.
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Descending silently the tall Namekian landed on a rocky outcrop, weighted cloak billowing in the desert breeze. Arms crossed, eyes closed, completely focused on the low energy felt from the lifeforms below, The green alien stood perfectly still letting nature have it's way with him.
The clouds continued to pass overhead at a steady rate, moving wherever the wind carried them. The birds sang their songs, chirping back and forth as they twirled and twisted over the other mind flight. The fish jumped, breaking the surface of the clear lakes that littered the ever changing terrain.
However, there was something odd about the arrival of the space pods for, unlike past times, the Earth wasn't reacting in a defensive a manner. The sky stayed the same bright blue as it had been when Earth's warrior's gathered for the banquet he was currently missing.
However, with Earth's guardian back on Planet Namek, Piccolo felt he had no choice but to pick up the slack. Concentrating harder, the Namek concluded there to be no more than one passenger in each vessel. Piccolo's eyes popped open; Saiyans.
Repressing his energy level, he gravitated closer to the world's newest invaders as he tried to get a better view of who was navigating those pods; pods that weren't exactly a welcomed sight in the past.
Gritting his sharp teeth, Saiyans had only ever meant one thing for Earth; Trouble. Three times Earth had survived the ravenous attacks from scavenging Saiyans, and each time the precious planet held on only by a thread. Inhaling deeply, Piccolo intently watched the first pod open.
Without hesitation, the green alien pounced. Assuming the worst, the Namek decided fast action would be the best course of action. However, as Piccolo raised his fist to strike the spiky haired newcomer, the Saiyan turned to face him, causing Piccolo's actions to come to a sudden halt.
"There's..no...way..." He stammered.
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Back at the grand opening banquet, the scene wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Yamcha and Oolong still sat together, while everyone else tried to ignore Goku and Vegeta's current competition; Eating.
Ceramic plate after ceramic plate, the food was literally almost flying out of the kitchen in hopes of finally satisfying the hunger of two adult Saiyans. Eyes bigger than his own stomach, Goku shoveled noodles and a bowl of rice into his mouth while quickly grabbing for the rest of the Ebi.
Lowering his large, calloused hand on the shrimp, Goku's eyes bulged when his fingers came in contact with another's. Looking up slowly from the bowl of rice before him, Goku's black eyes found Vegeta's staring right back at him.
However, before Goku could make a move, the Saiyan prince snatched the sushi, shoving it into his large mouth. Narrowing his eyes, Goku jumped from his seat, angrily pushing his face into Vegeta's.
"HEY! I WAS SAVING THAT!"
"Then you should have kept an eye on it!"
Lower his head just a bit more, Goku let out a low growl before taking a swing at his rival. His fist surged forward faster than most human eyes could follow, only to have his attack countered by one of Vegeta's thick forearms.
While most common folk would surely not sense his approaching attack, Vegeta was just as antsy as his arch rival. And until now, there had been no real excuse to spar. The sushi was the catalysis.
Both males looked intensely at each other, ready to pummel the other. With their energy level continuing to rise, small flickers of yellow light soon began to dance across the top of the table, before trickling down to the concrete floor, snaking its way around everyone's feet.
Chewing on her food more rapidly, the blue haired woman had settled her brightly colored eyes upon the two Saiyan warriors. Bulma Briefs found herself shoveling food in closer to a Saiyan's rate. She was mad. They had been invited to a wonderfully prepared and long overdue meal for the true heroes who defeated Majin Buu...and this was how the two showoffs expressed their gratitude?
Fighting over food? While the two had always competed, the tension between Goku and Vegeta had worsened when Chi-Chi could not be wished back from the other side. Ever since Goku had been a little bit more of a loose canon with no wife to keep him in check. Vegeta often prided himself by egging Goku on. He found it easy to take advantage of Goku and his short fuse. But, things had gone just far enough.
Slamming down the crumpled up napkin Bulma Briefs rose from her chair and began to stomp her way over to her power hungry husband and her lonely best friend. However, before she could intervene, it became apparent that something had caught the two Saiyan's attention.
Everyone was looking in their direction as the commotion between them since their actions had successfully distracted every guest and waiter. This seemed to be a very common occurrence as the days passed by. However, before Bulma could ask what was wrong, a large tremor tickled the surface of the ground, sending vibrations through all the drinks.
Narrowing his eyes, Goku looked down at his half-empty water glass, watching as the ripples steadily spread. Glancing back up, he found that the Saiyan prince was doing the same. In the pit of his stomach, Goku felt something twist.
Anxious to find out just what was happening, he hoped that whatever it was, Earth wasn't on the list for complete annihilation. Unable to be sure, Goku closed his eyes and began to focus. His left hand steadily made its way up to his forehead but was brought out of his trance like state when a two voices yelled at the same time.
"Goku!"
"Kakarotto!"
Opening his dark eyes, Goku found Bulma first. Standing with her hands on her hips, the older woman greeting him with a look that almost made him cringe. While he had heard Vegeta's rough warning tone, the younger Saiyan chose to ignore it, focusing on the tiny creature that was Bulma.
Raising a thick brow, Goku merely stared at her, waiting for her to speak. Yet, Bulma was predictable and as Goku expected, the blue-haired minx poked him with all her might before lower her own defenses. While she had been furious at him due to his lack of manners, Bulma let her shoulder's fall and spoke softly.
"What is going on? You had to have felt that..."
"You have just as much of an idea as I do, Bulma..." He replied softly, matching her tone.
He watched as her brilliant eyes lower to gaze upon the floor. She became submissive and concerned for, like the rest of the group, all Bulma wanted for a while was peace. Seeing this, Goku extended a large hand, placing it upon Bulma's right shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
"Take it easy Bulma. Whatever it was, I won't let it get far without getting information for myself. Besides, it seems as though someone has already gone to investigate. Piccolo is missing. I'd bet he's already come into contact-"
"Oh shut it Kakarotto. Let's go." Speaking up, Vegeta growled as he turned on his heels to exit the banquet.
Looking over his shoulder Vegeta saw that Goku was still planted firmly at a table of food. Rolling his eyes and scoffing, the alien prince spoke.
"What's the matter, clown? Think you could rid of me that easily? Come now, we haven't got all day."
With that, Goku and his friends watched as the reclusive Saiyan lifted himself into the air and then disappear into the distance. Gritting his sharp teeth, Goku glared after him before launching himself into the air, following in hot pursuit.
While he felt bad for leaving Bulma and the banquet, the desire the Saiyan felt to check out the new arrivals was simply too overwhelming. He couldn't be stopped. It was in his Saiyan nature to protect his territory, and that's what he was going to do.
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The green Namek Piccolo sat on a large boulder while he watched who he thought was for sure an enemy awkwardly shift about. Feeling very foolish, Piccolo picked himself up from the rock and extended a hand to the weak Saiyan sitting in the dirt.
The pleas of mercy and peace that the Saiyan chanted over and over when had Piccolo rushed at him was a reason he initially ceased his attack. This Saiyan did not come here to pick a fight nor to destroy Earth. No, instead, to Piccolo's surprise, the small , forgotten, Saiyan, had come for help.
"Enlighten me, How is it that you alive? It's widely known that Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta and most of its inhabitants. Where do you come from?"
The small Saiyan that stood before Piccolo looking around sheepishly as he struggled to face the large Namek. Intimidated was one way to describe the feeling the young Saiyan felt, and it was clear who the most uncomfortable was.
The small male Saiyan was clad in blue spandex and armor, the same material in which Vegeta had when he first arrived on Earth. However, there was something off about this Saiyan. A small symbol upon the armor of his breastplate provided more insight as to who this little creature was.
The symbol that Piccolo assumed was that of Saiyan royalty. Namely, that of the most recent king of the forgotten planet.
"I come from a distant galaxy, one in which I was deported too upon birth. And yes, I agree that my existence is a strange occurrence, however, I must admit that I am not alone either." He said rather wearily.
"What do you mean by that?" Piccolo question, huffing before grabbing the Saiyan by the front of his armor.
"Don't worry, please! I'll explain everything! First, I must find my brother!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Next chapter up soon. Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Kind of a test chapter for now.