The following story is a work of fanfiction. The only thing I own is my OC, everything else Dragon Ball related is owned by Akira Toriyama.
(Age 762)
Planet Namek. A once peaceful planet abundant with life now marred by battle. Its once lush, green plains are nothing but fodder to the all-consuming flames that engulf this dying planet. All of this was a result from the destruction of the planet's core caused by Frieza's hand in a desperate attempt to rid himself from the mighty Goku who he was currently engaged in a grueling fight for survival with.
The Super Saiyan and the musclebound emperor hovered across each other amidst the chaotic flares produced by the planet. Despite their injuries, the two foes ferociously exchanged blows whilst dodging pillars of magma roaring from the planet's depths. It was as if an explosive display of fireworks colored in gold and magenta illuminated the sky bursting with each skirmish.
"FRIEZAAAAAA!" Goku roared channeling his fury in his awakened form. His right fist dealt a powerful blow connecting with the tyrant's face, distorting his arrogant expression to one of pain. Goku's fist sank deep into Frieza's flesh with enough impact that caused him to crash into a mountain that crumbled the moment the alien collided into it.
The Frost Demon rose from the rubble with an amused disposition. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he gave off a condescending chuckle to the golden Saiyan. "Heh heh. I must say, for a lowly monkey, you've far exceeded my expectations!" Frieza praised mockingly. He quickly darted toward Goku who responded in kind, locking in an evenly matched power struggle as they attempted to overpower each other for an advantage.
Goku angrily gritted his teeth while gathering all the strength he had left in his body. Time was running out, the roars of the planet's depths indicated as such. He had to beat Frieza and fast. The white emperor knew that time was on his side and found their close encounter as a perfect moment to boast.
"Hear that? Time's running out, monkey! Haha! I'll commend you on your strength! You've fought well albeit in vain!" Frieza goaded with a sadistic grin. "Much better than that bald Earthling…"
Something inside of the Saiyan hero snapped hearing Frieza's taunt. He quickly delivered a rising knee into the Frost Demon's abdomen and with it, the breath of air that escaped his lungs. "Are you… talking about Krillin!? DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT KRILLIN!" With his fury renewed, Goku unleashed a barrage of rapid melee strikes that scaled from the emperor's body up to his face, finishing it off with a fierce battle cry and a one-handed Kamehameha Wave. As his mortal enemy lied still, Goku saw this as an opportunity to let him suffer the same fate as the planet.
He turned to away to make a break for his ship while he still had time, but suddenly he could feel an ominous power rising behind him. "N-No way!" he exclaimed. The Super Saiyan was bewildered to see Frieza rising with his power still increasing.
The galactic conqueror emitted a deep purple aura and had burning crimson eyes. The empowered Frost Demon immediately closed the distance between them and held the Saiyan up by his throat while his free hand blazed with violet ki. "Die!" he roared hurling the pointblank blast to the struggling warrior.
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Meanwhile in Toki Toki City, Trunks the leader of the Time Patrollers, watched the battle unfold and witnessed the alteration in history. "What!? That's impossible!" he shouted to express his disbelief.
"What's going on, my faithful assistant~?" asked the Supreme Kai of Time cheerfully entering the Time Vault.
Frantically searching for an answer, the lavender-haired warrior motioned for the petite goddess to examine the altered history herself. "Someone or something is rewriting history." he surmised.
The dainty deity puzzled over the possibilities, but her train of thought halted when she noticed another scroll emitting the same malevolent glow as the one Trunks showed her. The Kai's dark eyes widened with terror when she witnessed the continuing changes in history. She laid the scroll back on the desk and spoke with a foreboding tone.
"This is bad, Trunks..." she paused clutching the edge of the desk as a shiver ran down her spine.
Normally Trunks would see his employer as a playful girl who worked him to the bone, but seeing the way she was acting now meant that the situation was dire. "What do you mean?" he dared to ask.
The Kai heaved a sigh to regain her composure before she continued to speak. "If history keeps changing like this… The very fabric of time will unravel… and with it, the whole universe will be destroyed!"
Hearing the impending doom that has yet to come, Trunks managed to keep his cool despite the sweat running down his cheek. He recalled that they had one ace up their sleeve for a situation as dire as this. "Supreme Kai of Time, we have all seven Dragon Balls. Couldn't we just summon Shenron to put the time stream back in its proper place?"
As hopeful as his efforts may seemed, the goddess simply shook her head in refusal, much to her assistant's dismay. "Unfortunately, that's something beyond even Shenron's power. Time is a fragile thing. If you change it too much it's bound to shatter…" she lectured.
The two guardians of time sat deep in thought to weigh over the options of what they could do to save the entire universe. The Kai decided to pitch an idea to her colleague while he still mulled over his thoughts. "Couldn't we send someone to investigate the distortions while we do some digging on our end?"
"We don't have enough manpower to spare a Patroller at the moment, Supreme Kai." Trunks replied evenly.
At that moment, the Saiyan hybrid could've sworn he saw a lightbulb flash over his employer's head when another one of her ideas came to mind. "What if…we use Shenron to summon someone to help us?"
Immediately liking this idea, he agreed. "Someone strong!"
"Well, of course! Somebody's gotta do the fighting while we're looking for answers! I am a god after all. Hard work is not part of my job description!" grinned the Kai.
"Then let's summon the dragon right now! We haven't a moment to lose!" Trunks declared on his way out the vault to make the preparations.
"I admire his enthusiasm~" smiled the Supreme Kai of Time following her eager assistant.
At the heart of Toki Toki City lies an altar dedicated to the dragon Shenron. Trunks planted the seven magical orbs in their proper place as the Kai watched with anticipation. She always found the ancient being's arrival exciting. With the Dragon Balls gathered, they began to emit a golden hue, confirming that the ageless beast was ready to be summoned.
"Oh, great and mighty Shenron! I summon you!" Trunks beckoned.
The glowing spheres heeded his call and flashed a surge of blinding light that pierced the heavens. The light gradually took form of a green, serpentine creature, slowly making his descent to speak with his summoner. "I am the eternal dragon, Shenron! You who have gathered the Dragon Balls, I shall grant you one wish. Speak!" demanded the dragon. He was notoriously known to have short patience.
"We need your help! Please! Send us someone strong! Strong enough to defend the flow of time!" the future swordsman pleaded.
For a moment, the dragon fell silent as his red eyes stared out into the distance. It appeared as if he was searching for someone qualified to fulfill his request. Satisfied with his search, Shenron's crimson orbs were aglow as he called forth the warrior in question. "It is done."
A sudden, intense burst of light reaching from beyond time and space illuminated before the goddess and her assistant, causing them to shield their eyes. When the light withdrew, all that remained was a large azure orb. The Supreme Kai of Time bounced around unable to contain her excitement about meeting her new recruit while Trunks on the other hand, remained patient.
"What kind of person do you think it is?" she asked intruding on her aid's personal space.
"Whoever it is must be strong if Shenron chose them. Still, I can't help but wonder myself." he responded folding his arms.
Chapter 1: The Chosen One
In an alternate dimension lies Planet Vegeta. In this universe, it is a thriving planet full of the proud Saiyan race who liberated themselves from Frieza's tyranny. Beyond the bustling city skylines is a humble, family owned restaurant that prides itself on providing the finest of meats to its patrons. Inside is a young lad no older than sixteen, happily serving the meals that he and his father prepared for the various extraterrestrials inside.
"Kyuri! Pick up for table 4!" the father called from the kitchen. Kyuri's father was a human with unruly brunette hair, hazel eyes, and a tanned complexion. He wore a set of white traditional chef clothing and a red bandana around his forehead. The earthling cook had his hands full feeding the masses of hungry warriors and civilians that enter his restaurant while his wife was away on missions. Fortunately for him, his half-Saiyan son Kyuri was there to lend a helping hand.
"I'm on it, Dad!" the son grinned setting down a tray of hearty entrees. Like his father, Kyuri had a wild, chestnut mane that draped over his face. His Saiyan heritage made his bangs spiked like his mother, whom he also inherited his purple irises. Kyuri was of average height, clothed in a black tunic with grey sleeves, dark armbands, trousers, and a pair of black Saiyan boots. The young cook also wore a white apron tied just above the brown tail wrapped around his waist.
"Thanks for this, kid. Your meals are the best!" smiled a humanoid customer graciously accepting his order.
"Haha, I should be thanking you for your business! You've been coming here almost every day!" laughed the young cook.
"It's not my fault! I can't get enough of your father's cooking and yours!" the alien complimented before taking a large spoonful of beef stew.
"Thank you very much! Please enjoy your meal!" the young chef smiled. A pleasant moan of enjoying a well cooked meal escaped the customer, thus letting Kyuri leave with pride swelling in his chest.
"Don't let it go to your head, kiddo. You've still got a long way to go before you catch up to me!" Kyuri's dad teased when he retrieved the next order.
The Saiyan son sported a cocky smirk to his father with a fire in his violet eyes. "Is that a challenge?"
"I'll beat you anytime, son." he retorted with a smirk of his own. There was an intense stare-down between father and son. They had a longstanding rivalry over the title "best chef" of the restaurant and so far, Kyuri's dear old dad has been undefeated.
"Hope you're ready for an upset!" replied the dauntless son.
The two chefs shared a laugh over their competition, it kept them both sharp and their bouts would draw in more customers. It became a tradition of sorts. Their laughter soon came to an abrupt halt when the sound of broken plates pierced the room.
"Bah, this food sucks!" complained one of the customers.
The father motioned Kyuri to attend to the customer's need after delivering his order to table 4 as requested. The young cook approached the table to see a motely crew of mercenaries with a tower of plates and bowls nearly emptied with the exception of a side order of drumsticks. Seeing this, Kyuri put on his best customer service face and began to appeal to the group of large mercs.
"Excuse me, sir. What seems to be the problem?" he asked sincerely.
The towering Beppa looked down at the petite Saiyan with a scowl on his green face. "Ah!? My crappy food here's the problem!" he shouted. The massive leader was clearly making a scene as the diner quickly grew silent, the customers looked on to watch the conversation unfold.
Anyone who was a regular at Kyuri's diner knew good and well how much the young chef admired his father's cooking skills. An insult to the meals his father so lovingly prepared was an insult to the man he respected. As such, the youth took it upon himself to sample one of the leftover drumsticks, surprising the band of mercenaries.
"The hell do you think you're doing, kid!?" the Beppa hollered.
Kyuri only raised his finger in response while he continued to taste the fried drumstick for any imperfections, eliciting sounds of delight with each bite. "Cooked and spiced to perfection~! Sir, I don't see the problem with your meal here," he politely smiled as he glanced at the towers of empty plates, "Frankly speaking, it looks like you didn't have a problem either. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get a free meal."
"Who do you think you are eating food off of people's plates, huh!?" shouted the green giant as he struck Kyuri with the back of his hand. "Do you know who we are!?"
"I'm just a humble cook, server, and co-owner of this establishment." smiled the boy paying the assault no mind. "You guys maybe mercs but in here, you're paying customers."
"You brat!" The green leader motioned to seize Kyuri by the collar, but the manager came in between them, holding up a blaster.
"Whoa, there! Before things get too physical, why don't you go ahead and make yourself scarce? I'm willing to overlook a dine-n-dash, but I won't stand by when some brute lays his hands on my cute son." the chef warned.
The onlookers continued to watch while murmuring amongst themselves. "For a human, he's got guts! No wonder he's her mate!" said a Plantian. "Yeah! If he wasn't married, I'd go after him myself!" another alien added. "Kyuri's mother sure surprised us all when she brought that human here. I never thought she'd settle down!" a Saiyan laughed as his gaze fell on Kyuri, "But still, look at what they have now."
"D-Dad! I had it handled!" the lad pouted. His father only flashed him a smile and a thumbs up with his free hand before returning to his stern expression.
"Now get outta here before my trigger finger gets itchy." the father threatened with his thumb hovering over the blaster gauntlet's trigger.
"I don't take orders from weaklings!" bellowed the Beppa throwing a straight punch to Kyuri's father at a speed faster than the human eye. This punch held the intent to kill, but it was intercepted by the teenager's palm.
The crowd gasped at the sudden exchange as the sound of impact filled the room. "Here it comes!" a Saiyan grinned with anticipation. The Saiyans that knew Kyuri well could tell what was about to unfold; a shift in the halfling's personality.
The mercenary leader's large fist struggled to push back the petite cook, which infuriated him greatly. "Grrgh…! Bastard!"
"Unpaying customers is one thing…" Kyuri spoke calmly, "But I won't forgive anyone who tries to lay a hand on my father." The boy rolled his right hand forward causing cracking sounds in the leader's wrist as he writhed in agony. The halfling's carefree eyes narrowed with anger as he brought the Beppa to his knees and to his eye level. Kyuri quickly delivered a powerful blow to the green merc's sternum with his left hand, driving him out of the restaurant. This act alone surprised the mercenary party due to the teenager's small stature.
The large Beppa heavily wheezed trying to regain the oxygen that left his body in order to prepare himself for a fight. In an instant, the lad was upon him, raining a flurry of punches on the giant's face. Blood slowly began to cake the Beppa's mouth, dripping into the dirt as Kyuri continued to wail on him, succumbing to his primal instincts with a wicked smile on his face.
Fearing for their boss' life, the remaining four mercenaries scrambled over to his side to intervene. "H-He'll kill him! Stop him at once!" The group surrounded Kyuri as he sat with his left hand pulled back for another punch. The Saiyan halfling took notice of this and released their boss lest he lost himself completely to the euphoric sensation of battle.
"Take your boss and get out of here. I don't ever wanna see your faces again." Kyuri said flatly as he stood up, removing his apron in the process.
There was a heavy silence from the mercs. Possibly from the fear of provoking the cook's wrath any further. The aftermath of Kyuri's confrontation surprised the crowd, save for a few that knew his parents, but they still couldn't help but admire his innate talent for fighting. "Got to hand it to him, the kid's got talent. I wonder why he hasn't signed up for warrior class?" asked one of the Saiyan patrons.
"Heh, as long as this restaurant stands, that kid'll never join the ranks. He loves this job too much." another Saiyan answered. "Just like his mom though, stubborn." The two warriors chuckled finding amusement at the boy's antics. They felt no need to intervene, they knew that Kyuri had it handled.
One of the mercenaries managed to resolve himself to fight instead of heeding the cook's warning. "You brat! You think we'll just let you live after you beat up our boss!?" Hearing his threat roused his comrades to fight. "Y-Yeah! Let's kill him!"
"Kill, huh?" asked a familiar voice that made Kyuri's hair (and his tail) stand on its ends. "Who are you going to kill?" Her tone carried a grim omen for the band of mercenaries.
"M-Mom! You're back!" Kyuri stammered, a complete reversal from his previous personality.
The two Saiyans turned their attention to the warrior clad in battle armor who bore a striking resemblance to her son, except she had wild, ebony hair. Kyuri's mother smirked devilishly as she carried a dinosaur carcass by the tail over to the confrontation before dropping it. There was a collective gasp of surprise at the Saiyan elite's sudden return. "I thought she was on a mission with Bardock's squad!" whispered one of the customers.
Kyuri's dad managed to squeeze through the crowd eager to see his beloved wife after what seemed to be months. "Fasha, honey! You're home early!" he greeted gleefully.
However, Fasha did not seem to be in the mood to reciprocate her husband's love. She was far too livid that someone threatened her child. In fact, she was seething. "I came home early and brought dinner for my dear husband and cute son to cook, yet here I see a gang of punks cornering him." her fists clenched as she stepped forward. "I'll ask again…" she said coolly, "Who are you going to kill?" Her violet eyes burned with an intensity akin to a firestorm.
The group swallowed the fear swelling in their throats before an Appule challenged the powerful woman before him. "We're not afraid of you! There's four of us left and two of you!" A comment that made Kyuri palm his face and his mother laugh. "Quit while you're ahead! It's only going to get worse if you don't!" he warned.
"That's fine with me!" Fasha grinned cracking her knuckles. "I don't want you having all the fun! Now, come at me all at once!"
Kyuri's father watched from the safety of the crowd with a look of pity for his spouse's enemies. He already knew the outcome the moment they rushed in. His son was like his mother in many ways, but the one thing he didn't inherit from her was compassion for his enemies. Fasha was a hardened warrior with a ruthless nature that matched her love for battle. She was especially unforgiving to those who would threaten her family, no matter how strong they were.
As the four closed in with a rallying battle cry, they were greeted by heated embrace of Fasha's Full Power Energy Wave. The large pink orb crashed into them and immediately exploded on impact. Their cries of agony were silenced by their swift demise, leaving their fried corpses behind.
The proud Saiyan proceeded to fetch her mate from the crowd and brought him over to their son. She then draped her arms over them as a sign of protection and possession. "Listen up!" she shouted. "See these two guys? They're mine! Anyone else feeling bold to threaten my family?" The audience's simultaneous refusal was their response. "Good." Fasha's territorial disposition gradually relaxed into a more welcoming demeanor that allowed a small smile to paint her scowling features. Despite the mercenaries' violent end, everything went back to normal after a few cheers of praise.
The only one baffled by the events that transpired was Kyuri himself. "Jeez Mom, that was a little overkill don't you think?"
"What're you talking about? From what I saw, you pulled no punches when you dealt with their boss, right?" Fasha grinned proudly as she pointed to his bloodstained hand.
"T-That was… I was just defending Dad." Kyuri answered sheepishly.
"Face it, kiddo. You've got the knack to be a warrior. Why not embrace it?" the mother smiled tussling her child's unkempt brown locks.
"I get enough excitement helping dad around the diner…" Kyuri politely declined. "It's not that I'm afraid to fight, Mom… I'm afraid that I'll enjoy it…" he thought as he recalled his brutal behavior against the Beppa.
Fasha decided not to press the matter further and decided to turn her attention to her husband who struggled in her grasp.
"H-Honey…! You're choking me…!" wheezed Fasha's mate. Her grip only tightened when she released her son to embrace her human fully.
"Oh, I'm not letting you go that easily. After dinner, we've got a lot of catching up to do." she smirked.
Kyuri cringed at the thought. Any teenager would if they heard their parents talk about love. "Gross. How did you two meet anyway?" A question made with the attempt to ease the awkwardness that was clenching the young halfling's gut.
When asked this question, there were two different reactions. Kyuri's father giddily grinned while Fasha looked away with rosy red cheeks. She muttered something inaudible, but her mate wasn't shy. "Well, son. That's a story for another time. Let's just say when I first saw your mother, I thought she fell from heaven!"
"A-Anyway! Hurry up and bring that meat inside! I'm hungry!" Fasha ordered, clearly an effort to hide her embarrassment. She and her husband went inside the diner while Kyuri went to fulfill his mother's wish only to find himself whisked away by a bright light to a world completely unknown to him!
As the light enveloped Kyuri, a booming voice called out to him beyond the ether. "Brave warrior…come forth!"