Hi guys and girls, I'm known as Joe, or Dark if you want to refer to me by my username.
This little fanfic I have created is called DBZ SS and yes, for all you Nazi jokers out there, I know it sounds like "thee SS". Anyway, this story is a very different universe from the DBZ cannon we all know and love, mainly because of the events and characters I have added into this story.
I will try to fit with DBZ cannon as much as possible and will be following the chain of events in DBZ. I will be writing a separate piece to cover DBGT when I eventually get there.
Yes many of you think GT is crappy, I think it has potential just that they failed to bring that potential fully out. Which is why when I get to DBGT I will try to make it better than it was, it goes without saying that it will take a LOT of work.
My story revolves around two Saiyan twins who are a bit different from the average Saiyan, these differences will be explained in the story. I plan to start this story near the end of the Saiyan-Tuffle war and go further than GT with my own events(But I'll split it up into two or three different stories at that point.).
Needless to say this will take a long time, but no worries since I fully have planned my first 4 story arcs and will be working on the others after I have written in the first few pages in full detail.(I originally write these in a narrative-like style to organize my thoughts and write particular dialog that pops into my head. Afterward, I write them in story format.)
Since my life is pretty messy right now, I can't guaranty exactly when these pages will be released but I can guaranty that they will be within a few months at the most.
I hope you can enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Here's an Arc tree thing, you'll understand when you see it.
Prologue
- The Saiyan-Tuffle War (p1)
- The Saiyan-Tuffle War (p2)
- Frieza, Lord of the Universe
- Birth of the Immortals
Exile Saga
- Arlian Revolution
- Earth
- Homebound
Uprising Saga
- Battle of Planet Vegeta
- The First Step
- Planning for War
- End of an Era
- The Saiyan Rebellion
- Frieza's Private Army
- Fall of New Arcose
Red Faction Saga
-Opening Act
-Establishment
-Cause and Effect
Turles Saga
-How to Pick a Fight
-Turles: The Renegade Saiyan
-Legend vs Divine
-The Second Super Saiyan
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(More to come!)
Separate stories relating to Double S
Dragon Ball Double S Special: Ajax, Lord of Admirals
Dragon Ball Z SS: Gilgamesh's Exile
Prologue: The Saiyan-Tuffle war, part 1
Age 730
10 years, 10 long years. That's how long we've been at war.
By "we" I mean my race, the Saiyan race. We are a proud warrior race, so it's no wonder why we would have wars from time to time. This time though, were at war with another race, the Tuffles.
The Tuffles are smaller than Saiyans but make up for it in their numbers. They are a rather peaceful race, the opposite of us Saiyans in many ways.
However, they're also a highly technological race, ahead of us by decades if not a few millennia: that's their advantage over us, technology. Without it, they would have been wiped out by us within the first month of our war.
What we're fighting over is the rightful claim of the very planet we now live on, Planet Plant as the Tuffles call it.
We Saiyans are not originally from this planet, our ancestors landed here almost 200 years ago. They were forced to leave the Saiyan homeworld due to a being known as the Legendary Super Saiyan.
Somehow he caused a cataclysmic event to befall upon our homeworld and they had to leave over threat of extermination of our entire race. For those 200 years, our two races rarely came into contact with each other and have been able to live in peace.
However our current king, King Vegeta, as well as most of the current members of our race have shattered that peace.
We Saiyans were beginning to grow tired of living in our filthy primitive villages, in other words: we were jealous of the Tuffles and their technological advantages. Many were also sick of the fact that we were allegedly being treated like slaves by the Tuffles and so our war began.
Through the command of our king, we attacked the Tuffles without warning. Using our great powers and brute strength, we killed many of their race within the first few days, many smaller settlements fell to our surprise attack.
Soon enough though, the Tuffles organized themselves and counterattacked. We have been exchanging blow for blow ever since, as both we Saiyans and the Tuffles have won their fair share of battles.
This is a horrible war that continues to go on with no end in sight, however that might change soon.
King Vegeta and his advisers have come up with a daring plan, and if it works, this war might end within months, if not weeks.
Now my father, Miasma, leads a strike force against one of the most heavily defended Tuffle cities. If we can take this city, not only would we deal a devastating blow to the Tuffles, both physically and physiologically, but we will prove that can take over almost all the other Tuffles' cities.
My brother; Gilgamesh, my best friend; Roy and I; Riddic rush off with our individual crews to help our father on his mission. I take no joy in what I have done through this war, nor will I for what I'm about to do.
I do this for the survival of the Saiyan race, nothing more, nothing less.
Over the skies of Planet Plant, Fourteen Saiyans flew with a purpose, to rendezvous with a larger attack force set to devastate the defensive line of a heavily populated Tuffle city. Eager to take part in such a large-scale attack, they fly as fast as they can to their comrades.
"Hurry up!" said Gilgamesh, who was flying in front "The attack will start any time now and I rather not miss this."
"Those Tuffles wouldn't know what hit them." replied a rather strong built, mullet haired Saiyan named Yarrow, one of Gilgamesh's crew.
"They better, especially with all that we're risking on this attack." said a bald Saiyan named Okkoli, another one from Gilgamesh's crew.
"You worry too much Okkoli." Yarrow replied.
"Besides, our king made sure that the Tuffles will be too busy to notice." A short-haired Saiyan named Undaria, from Riddic's crew, cut in. "That's why he ordered the recent charge on the frontlines: as a diversion."
"Who was in charge of the front again?" asked Tamamnagi, a somewhat fat Saiyan who was another member of Riddic's crew. "Some guy called Nappa?"
"It matters little."said a scar face Saiyan named Arytep, the third member of Gilgamesh's crew. "The end resolute will be the same: the complete annihilation of the Tuffles."
"Don't get ahead of yourself Arytep." replied a female, short-haired Saiyan named Datura, the last member of Gilgamesh's crew. "After all, we have to kill all the Tuffles in this city first."
"Yes, your highness." Arytep muttered.
"And indeed we shall Datura!" Gilgamesh proclaimed, ignoring Arytep's comment like everyone else. "Which is why I want to get there as fast as possible, otherwise the 'old breed' will have all the fun!"
In the back of the group, a very different conversation was going on. "Looks like Riddic's brother riled up for blood, as usual." commented a mushroom haired Saiyan named Ragu, one of Roy's crew.
"Not a surprise at this point." replied Ragu's friend Taivas, another member of Roy's crew. "He'd jump at the chance to spill Tuffle blood."
"Yea, I've accepted this as part of who he is." Riddic said bluntly. "Not that I like it anyway."
"Hey, it's what the ladies like in a Saiyan." joked a long-haired Saiyan named Marcus. "Isn't that right May?"
"Piss off Marcus." replied the long-haired female Saiyan known as May, the last member of Roy's crew. "I'm not in the mood for you jokes."
"You're not in the mood for anything lately." Roy said. "What happened to us May? When did the magic stop?"
May blushed. "I-I have no idea what you talking about!" Everyone in the back of the group laughed, except an older Saiyan named Dapin, the last member of Riddic's crew, and of course May.
"Tsk, you kids and your 'jokes'." Dapin said with a tisk. "You lot ever try being serious for a change?"
"What's wrong with having a little fun?" Taivas asked
"Yea Dapin!" Ragu added. "What's wrong with having fun?"
"Now now guys, Dapin's right." Marcus said with a hint of sarcasm. "After all, we all want to be like Dapin, bald and mate less! Hahahaha."
"You're almost as old as me!" Dapin yelled.
"Oh no, you're right." Marcus said with concern. "Guys I'm gonna be bald!" Ragu, Taivas and Marcus laughed.
Dapin let out a disappointing sign."You guys are hopeless."
'Hard to believe that these guys are the "bloodthirsty warriors" the Tuffles think we Saiyans are.' Riddic thought to himself 'All of us, except Marcus, Dapin, Tamamnagi and Okkoli, are barely out of our teens and we're already thrown into this war. But hey, according to my father that's Saiyan culture.'
Roy pulled up to Riddic's side. "So what's the plan?" asked his best friend.
"Well, assuming that my father hasn't made one yet, I though we go in and blast our way through." Riddic looked at his friend. "Mix things up a little."
"Right, cause we all know how it went the last time we tried that." Roy replied "If it wasn't for Bardock and his team, we all would have died."
"Have a little faith Roy!" Riddic said "Besides, my dad will be there, and he's really strong."
"You really have that much faith in you dad?" Roy asked.
"Of course!" Riddic replied. "After all, he helped me become the warrior I am today."
Roy turned his head to look at Gilgamesh "Yea, but he also helped you brother become what he is." He said.
"I don't blame him for my brother's personality." Riddic replied. "We all have a choice to become what we want to be. Unfortunately, he choose to become a bloodthirsty maniac."
Roy nodded in agreement, he and everyone else who saw Gilgamesh fight before knows how he is. It is normal for Saiyans to love fighting and occasionally killing. However, Gilgamesh only loved killing.
Ssure he would enjoy fighting an opponent he was going to kill, even more so when his opponent realizes this and becomes fearful, but Gilgamesh only looked forward to the part where he would crush the life out of his opponents.
This war with the Tuffles only feeds his desire. In almost every engagement with them that he and his crew have been in, Gilgamesh always finds a way to entertain himself before he kills. He relished in the slaughter, thinking of the most painful ways to kill his opponents.
Just the other day, Roy saw Gilgamesh pretending to be a monster, chasing the surviving Tuffles of some city he and his crew razed, and eating them alive as he caught them one by one. It disgusted Roy.
'If you gonna kill them, then kill them.' Roy thought as he remembered that scene. 'No need to put them through anymore then they should.' Roy looked at Riddic again. 'It's really something, they're twins and yet they are nothing alike. Personality wise anyway.'
Riddic looked back at his friend. "What's on you mind?" Riddic asked, he always knew when Roy was bothered by something.
"Oh nothing." Roy answered "Just listing all the differences between you and your brother."
"Ha, must be a long list." Riddic replied with a smile.
"I can see the others ahead!"Okkoli suddenly said.
Gilgamesh looked back at the group. "Alright guys, hustle! Places to go, Tuffles to kill."
"Let's get this slaughter started." Arytep said unemotionally.
"That's the spirit!" replied Yarrow. Gligamesh and his crew separated from the others as they rushed ahead.
"Fool, father taught you better." muttered Riddic "Alright, Marcus, Dapin, Undaria, Tamamnagi! Get ready to land, we're walking the rest of the way."
Riddic turned at Roy. "You guys mind?"
"Not at all Riddic." replied Roy "Ok guys and girls, were following Riddic and his crew."
Ahead at the Saiyan staging area, the middle-aged Saiyan Miasma was giving commands to his men.
"Nanac! I want you and your men on the left flank."
"Yessir!"
"Pinsrap, report."
"Sir, there is no change in the Tuffles actions. They have no idea that were coming."
"Good, Boko! When the fighting starts, I want you and your men to rush that communication tower we spotted on the way here and disable it. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course sir, just who do you think I am?"
Miasma continued to give orders until he saw 5 flashes of light in the corner of his eye. He turned to look, only to be greeted by the sight of his son Gilgamesh and his crew rushing as fast as they can toward him.
'What does that idiot son of mine think he is doing?!' Miasma thought. 'He'll ruin everything!'
He turned to see his son and his crew as they were landing and began to move toward them.
"I'm here father." said Gilgamesh "We flew here as fast as we could, could have gotten here sooner if it wasn't fo-" Gilgamesh was cut short as Miasma backhanded him.
"You are a fool!" Miasma said angrily. "Do you ever think before you act? What if the Tuffles saw you flying and landing here? That would have giving us away and would have ruined the entire operation!"
"But father-"
"But NOTHING!" Miasma yelled. "I taught you better than this, I'm disappointing in you Gilgamesh."
Gilgamesh felt his emotions wash over him. Shock, sadness and ultimately anger toward his father.
"I HATE you." Gilgamesh muttered loud enough for his father to hear.
"Hate me all you want," Miasma said as he turned to walk away. "It won't change anything."
Yarrow placed his hand on Gilgamesh. "You alright boss?"
Gligamesh smacked Yarrow's hand away. "Don't touch me."
Miasma walked back to his original spot and was about to continue giving out orders.
A few minutes later he saw his other son, Riddic, and Roy, along with their crews, emerge from the ruins of the surrounding Tuffle suburbs.
Riddic looked around, and spotted Miasma. "Father!" Riddic joyfully said as he ran over to his dad.
"My son," Miasma said, he was tempted to say 'my FAVORITE son' due to his current disappointment with his other but thought better of it. "I see you're doing well."
"Yes father," Riddic replied "Where's Gilgamesh? I though he landed ahead of us."
"He did." Miasma pointed toward Gilgamesh. "I had to remind him why NOT to fly head on into enemy territory."
"I see...Well we're here to help you in any way we can father."
Miasma nodded. "I expect much from you today." Miasma looked at Roy, whom had caught up to them a little while ago, followed by both his and Riddic's crew.
"It good to see you Roy. I hope you ready for this." Miasma extended his hand to his son's best friend.
"As ready as I'll ever be sir." Roy replied as he shook Miasma's hand. Miasma nodded at him.
"Good, this battle is going to get rough." Miasma put his hand on Roy's shoulder. "Stay alive, that's an order."
Roy nodded in response.
Miasma walked toward Marcus. "It has been too long Marcus!" Miasma extended his hand to Marcus. "How is my old hunting partner doing?"
"I couldn't complain," Marcus said as he shook Miasma's hand "Except for the fact that I still don't have a mate."
"Hahaha, We'll see what we can do about that when this war is over." Miasma replied then walked toward Dapin. "My old friend, how are you?"
"Better than the beast we hunted to make your clothes."
"Indeed, and I thank you for that. These skins have served me well over the years."
"Be honest with me Miasma, do you really think we can pull this off?"
Miasma put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm not gonna lie, I expect many Saiyans to die today," Miasma said "But I believe- No, I know we can pull this off. All I ask is that you do whatever you can to help."
"For you my friend, I'll march straight into hell if you asked me to."
Miasma nodded at Dapin, turned and walked back to Riddic.
As he did, Ragu inched towards Dapin and began to nudge his shoulder. "So you do have a sense of humor after all Dapin." He said with a smirk.
"Shut up." replied Dapin. "And cut that out!"
"Are you ready for this my son?" Miasma asked once he neared Riddic.
"Yes father, I am prepared."
"Good, I expect you..and your brother to uphold our legacy. We come from a rare bloodline of Saiyans and we must prove that we are strong for our ancestors."
Miasma, Riddic, Gilgamesh, and every other Saiyan from there bloodline have a dominate trait that separates them from other Saiyans: they have silver-colored hair. Saiyans usually have black or sometimes brown colored hair, however there have been cases were some Saiyans have had red, blue, or in this case silver hair.
Miasma, like other Saiyans who have unique traits, thought that he and every one of his bloodline has been chosen by the gods as a "chosen bloodline" to carry out some great deed. Riddic didn't care about such things, but went along with it to please his father.
"Yes father, I won't let you down."
"Good." Miasma said "Make me proud son."
Miasma turned and walked away to continue his preparations for the operation. Roy, who let Miasma have his "father-son" moment privately, walked back to Riddic. "You ready for this my friend?"
"The question is: will you be able to handle this." Riddic countered.
"What?" Roy placed his hands on each side of his waist. "You don't have faith in me?"
"I'm with you all till the end." Riddic extended his arm and locked it with Roy's.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Riddic replied with a smile.
A few minutes later...
A Saiyan came running up to Miasma. "Sir, we are ready."
"Good" Miasma said. "Then let us begin." Miasma extended his hand.
"Commence the attack!"
And that's the end of the 1st page. Hope you enjoyed it. Many character developments and such, not much action yet, but that'll change in the next page.
If any of you have questions I will be more than happy to answer them. I'll post certain ones on this and every other page I post in a little Q&A section.