AN - Greetings from your friendly neighborhood storyteller! Uh- so, this is more or less just a re-write to the DBXV2 and portions of the first DBXV game. It's got OC's, of course, and other stuff, with a touch of drama and my spin to it. I've got ideas for it, just like every other thing I've done- but this is my first dip into the Dragon Ball Section of , so...we'll see how it turns out.
Anyways, for now, Unto the Xenoverse we stride together!
Chapter 1 - Once More, with Feeling!
"Hey! You've been selected for that special mission! Get back here, quickly, you've got a job to do," the voice from Ragnai's communicator exclaimed. Allowing himself a momentary fist-pump of celebration, he flew off from Hercule's Manor with a wide grin and a burst of aura.
Ragnai was an Earthling, born and raised in the Temporally Allocated world of the former Toki-Toki city, now Conton City. After the world had been revamped by the Supreme Kai of Time, he had found himself missing the old world- the only thing that gave him excitement anymore being the sensation and pride he took from being able to train and further raise his power, in the hopes that he would be selected for the T.P. Program.
The T.P. Program was selective- only the best of the best who applied would be accepted, and the Elder Kai- despite being fond of perversion, he seemed to gravitate in mood to the young Human, and on his visits would oversee training- oversee, mind you, not specifically train him. They had formed a bond, of sorts, of a Grandfather and a Grandson- though, admittedly, they rarely talked due to the growing matters regarding the Elder Kai.
But last they had talked, the old man had pressured the Earthling into signing up for the 'Time Patrol' program. He did it without an inkling of assurance that he would actually be accepted, of course- and yet, here the old man was, now, shouting at him through his Scouter to hurry and meet up- he had been accepted!
He landed in the square with a laugh and a smile, looking around. The earthling was the average height, and albeit a bit thin- he made up for it with the fascination he took the both manipulating and controlling the mysterious strength that was 'Ki'. It was in everything, but learning how to access it was difficult (for him, it had taken first for him to feel someone else's ki boosting through him so he found the sensation, so that he could dig within himself to then access it). However, he found it rewarding- it could do so much, from manipulating physical appearance and strength, to disintegrating even the strongest of metals. It was something...enthralling, to be able to manipulate it at his fingertips.
The dirty-blonded human looked around, eyes finally fixing on a hunched figure over at the top portal. Preparing once more to ascend using his aura, he felt a tug on his mock-turtle-hermit Gi that he had fashioned (without symbols) on his own.
"Hey! No flying without a licence, remember?" The high voice was female, almost- *Almost* sweet.
He looked down at the Supreme Kai of Time, rubbing the back of his head with a momentary grin. Landing, he bowed hastily. "Apologies, Supreme Kai of Time."
Man, that was a handful to say every time he addressed her. He severely wished she had some variant of a nickname.
She raised an eyebrow, her scournful frown momentarily lifting before she broke into a look of realization. "Oh, you must be the one we got into the Program." "Yeah!" "Well, for your sake, I hope you're lucky," she replied with a raised eyebrow. Fear tagged at the back of his head, blinking. "What?"
"BAHAHAHAHA. Joking, I'm joking! You'll be fine, your power is at a decent level, so you'll be more than prepared." She pointed up at the portal. "See you up there, newbie!"
With so much as a nod and a grin, he went on his way
Ascending the stairs, he felt something wash over him- he felt new.
Approaching the portal, he felt butterflies go rampant in his stomach.
And as he entered, he could only smile at the thought of the things to come.
Ragnai looked around the large inner sanctum of the 'Time Vault'. It was large, colored with shades of white and purple with intricate designs of gold that he didn't care to identify at the moment. What mattered were the two people beside him- the SKoT (he debated attempting to call her Skot), and Elder Kai. They both stood at a table, a single scroll sitting between the three which seemed to glow with a malevolent violet.
"This is the Time Vault- where we keep all records of history stored. It contains every waking moment that shaped our universe, every moment in the past of you or I- and as a Time Patroller, it's your job to maintain the balance of the Time Vault. Very little happens here, usually- but the majority of the Time Patrollers are off doing Parallel quests, which you'll learn about at a later date. For now, we need you to go in and correct something simple- but something crucial to everything."
He nodded, looking over at the scroll. "...well. Go ahead and open it, watch what happens."
Unrolling it, he took a deep breath and gazed onto the scene...
Raditz leaped to the side of Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon, leaving Goku alone to take the shot. Laughing as he retaliated with a bursting Double Sunday at Piccolo, the Namekian could only watch with exhausted fury as the energy wave neared forth.
The Saiyan began to laugh and laugh, black and purple energy wreathing around his form in decaying ribbons that spiraled up into the air, leaving a foul aftertrail. And Ragnai could have sworn that the Saiyan looked at the scroll one last time before it faded.
He blinked. "That was Goku, right? The one from the old stories?" "Yeah." "So the green one must be...a namekian, he must be Piccolo!" "Mhm." "And the Long-Haired Saiyan, that was Raditz, right? This is the beginning of the Saiyan Saga!"
Skot grinned. "Someone was keeping track of their history lessons." Elder Kai rubbed a finger casually under his moustache, grinning. "Yep. And guess what- you get to go back and correct that! Your power matches theirs at the time, more or less, so this should prove not only to help us, but as a sort of training for you to tackle too, Ragn- ah, Rookie!" The Old Man corrected himself, keeping it formal as he turned back to the scroll to hide his face.
Skot shrugged, handing him the scroll. "Showtime. Show us what you're made of, newbie! We'll be watching from here, for back-up."
Ragnai nodded, taking the scroll in a hand and closing his eyes. Energies and forms circled around him- before he felt like he was moving very fast, suddenly, moving very far away.
Elder Kai sighed. "Hope the youngin' can manage this mission. If he can, he might be suited to work out with Siif and Trunks." Skot shrugged, smiling. "I've got a good feeling. You seem to have made a good choice this time, Old Man. You haven't unlocked his potential any, have you?" "No, no, why would you think that," the elder laughed nerviously. "I couldn't if I tried, he won't sit still for long enough."
Skot shrugged, turning back. "As this progresses, he'll likely need some aid getting himself started, to compete with the enemies down the road. If you haven't unlocked his potential, then he might need another method..."
"But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Come on, let's see what we can do."
Goku chucked off the remainder of his weighted clothing, turning to face his adversary alongside Piccolo. "Ready to get this on with?" "Hmph. Let's just get it OVER with."
The battle went onwards, fierce-fought before they came up with a ploy. Suddenly, Piccolo fired a special beam cannon at the Invading Saiyan, which would have hit, if it weren't for the mysterious, dark aura that took him over and allowed him the catlike reflexes to dodge the attack. Lifting his hands as his palms crawled with his magenta ki, he aimed a beam for both his brother and the Namekian- both dodged it, just barely.
Suddenly, a loud, siren-like noise filled the air as a figure, clad in a Turtle-Hermit Gi with dirty-blonde hair and narrow, green eyes appeared. He surveyed the area with a raised eyebrow before his leg twitched. Glancing down, he fell to his face.
The three fighters just watched as he got back up and struck a fighting pose against the invader.
And the three sprung into battle against him, almost unanimously. They launched attacks at lightning speeds, faster than the regular eye might follow-
Goku was struck in the stomach and sent spiraling backwards, followed by Piccolo who recieved a twirling roundhouse. That left just Ragnai.
He focused all that he could into defending against the Saiyan's attacks. He seemed overwhelming in every meaning of the word, strikes like a dancer's and poses like an actor's. Each move had purpose, flowed into being.
"Relax your shoulders, let your energy flow through you," a voice sounded through his scouter. -His Ki!
"Right," the human exclaimed to himself. Almost immediately, his body began to feel tingly as his physical and energetic capabilities melded into one, his inner energy powering his movements. The blocks came more naturally, it became easier to see in the fast-paced speed.
Holding his ground against the oncoming Saiyan, he began to launch attacks of his own- they traded blows, for what seemed like an eternity, before both met in a clash. Again, both mirrored each other as they preformed backflips, Raditz launching a Double Sunday as Ragnai sent forth an Energy Beam.
They met in a clash, the weaving and fury of energies attacking each other and striving fiercely to press further, to reach the opposing enemy, held together purely by the power of the two enemies. He could feel his muscles tiring, his breath laboring as he powered his energy into the beam- it was taxing him, and if he didn't end it fast it wouldn't end at all.
"Remember how this ends. Goku has to die in order to learn the Kaioken- so don't kill him outright. They're planning to do the manuever as we speak- you know how it works, we just need you to take care of Raditz's sudden burst. Tire him out, leave him open. Then, as History's Correcting Itself, slip away- we'll bring you back." Skot's words rang through his scouter, eyes focusing on the beam in front of him.
He had to win, then. Or at least occupy him.
"Hah! Your feeble earthling energy is wavering- you fought well, but when it comes to raw strength, the mighty Saiyan Race beats all!" Raditz laughed, funneling more and more Ki into his twin beams, slowly allowing them to grow into a single pair of large beams, clashing against a regular one- a 'Weekend', Ragnai believed it was called.
Struck with an idea, he maintained the beam with one hand, dividing a sliver of his Ki into an orb in his left hand.
This had to work.
He launched the orb at a curved angle at the Saiyan, dart arcing forward to slam into the Saiyan's side and interrupt his channeling of the beam-
"Wha-"
He was interrupted by the shattering of his chestpiece as the Earthling's energy bore into him, extinguishing after a moment and sending him stumbling.
Goku appeared from nowhere, grappling his brother. "Piccolo! Now! DO IIIIIIT!"
"Special Beam Cannon!" A spiraling laser shot out from the extended Namekian's fingertips, penetrating the Saiyans and leaving them on the ground.
Piccolo huffed and puffed, grabbing his chest. Turning to the side, he spoke. "...hey. Ar-"
"Where did- what-"
And he was already gone.
Ragnai collapsed on the floor, sweating profusely. His Turtle-Hermit Gi had been torn and scuffed during the fight, dirt and dust blown all over him as scratches lined his exposed skin.
Standing, finally, he looked at the Elder Kai- he was smiling wide.
"Yes! You did it! Yippeeeee!"
Skot laughed. "For someone you met casually, you seem pretty happy that the new guy's not dead." "Bah! It's- uh- the value for life, of all things, yeah! Any less bloodshed than nescessary is a good thing, right?" She rolled her eyes, turning to face the Earthling. "Go rest up and take it easy- you're in. We'll call you in for your next big assignment, when it pops up- otherwise, keep training, and check in with the Time Machine Station to see if there's any Parallel Quests you can clean up for extra training, and pay, if you're up for it."
Laughing tiredly, Ragnai rubbed the back of his head. "So. I'm one of 'em now?"
"Mhm! Welcome to the Time Patrol!"
Trunks approached a female Majin, clad in black spandex with hearts imprinted here and there, as sorts of crests. Her skin itself was pink- a base color, for the goop-demon race, but it worked out in her favor- she was buried in a magazine, lolipop hanging out of the corner of her mouth. The eyes themselves were completely black with red circles to represent the irises- similar to Super Buu's and Kid Buu's.
"Siif! We got a new one, looks like this one is taking over our old Job." "Hmn. Lemme see the kid," the Majin looked over and offered a hand in wait for the file.
The Half-Saiyan withdrew something from his trenchcoat- a file, and handed it to the Majin. "Yeah."
"'Ragnai Terochi'? 'Class Levels- Superior in Intellect, undecided in Power'. Hmn- kid's got his work cut out for him, won't be easy, but it'll be a hell of a journey."
Trunks shrugged, pocketing the File. "Yeah. And, there's also a chance that we might get to work together with him, if he can encounter Towa or Mira out on the field eventually."
"I'd like to meet 'im, Cute Kid," she commented as she stood, stretching and yawning. "I'm hungry. Can we get something before we head out?"
"Siif. You're always hungry." "Girl's gotta eat, right?" "Siif..." "...please?" "Siif." "But I-" "SIIF."
She sighed. "Fine, fine. Off we go."
Towa laughed, a replay of the battle flickering before her gaze in a conjured sphere of crimson energies. "So, the Supreme Kai's got another lapdog to clean up my little experiments. Quaint- dedicated and endearing, I must say."
Mira crossed his arms and huffed. "He is weak- not even a Saiyan, but a Mere Earthling. The likelihood of him progressing past the Saiyan Saga is unlikely- he would not have the power to match."
"Time is a fickle thing, Mira. We can only end this when we decide to- and I'd rather not, yet. He looks like he could be such a good friend to play with- wouldn't you say, Bardock?"
The Masked Saiyan did not respond from his corner in the shadows.
"Heh~. Anyways, it seems we have work to do." She lifted her staff with a smile, azure skin colliding against the night sky. "The Revival of the Demon Realm is soon!"