RIKTOR: THE LONE SAIYAN
Hi. I'm not really new to this site cause I've had a seperate account before, but its been nearly two years since I've been on here so I decided to try it out again. I got the idea for this fanfic the other day and I just wanted to put it out there and see what people think. If you enjoyed let me know via private message or review. P.S. Constructive Critiscism is encouraged.
The asteroid bar, Cosmos Drinks, was like any normal bar you can think of. Except it was built on an asteroid that orbited a nearby planet. The bar had a force field around it that kept the devastating vacuum of space from depriving the bar goers of oxygen. Within the bar itself rest a plethora of alien life forms. Some with green skin and some with blue. An orange skinned alien with a single horn jutting out the top of his head sat behind the bar cleaning a glass. As the aliens sat at their tables, drank their beverages, and played their cards the door to the Cosmos Drinks slammed open as a shady character covered in a dark cloak blew in. The character closed the door and stood still for a moment. Every eye in the bar laid eyes upon the figure. This new being walked casually across the floor and sat at the bar.
The orange alien bartender leaned in and asked the boy if he wanted a drink. The simply replied, "Water."
A glass was poured and handed to the stranger. He sipped slowly as the bartender watched him. The tender studied this boy's features. The character had extremely dark hair, almost pitch black. It was short and spiky with spikes leaning more towards the front of his head. He also looked young and fit, however, his eyes showed age and weariness, but determination at the same time. The cloak he wore covered his mouth and nose, but his pail skin was prevalent. The cloak covered his entire body but his toned muscles were still prominent. The one feature not really that intimidating was his height. Judging from how he looked from across the room the bartender estimated him to be about 1.7 meters. Other than that the character was quite intimidating. This guy radiated power... Literally.
It wasn't much, but it definitely made the majority of the creatures in the bar cautious of this stranger. However, the minority, one drunk alien who had just stepped out of the restroom came back to the bar to find his seat taken by a guy half his size.
This alien, who stood at twice the height of the stranger, had ripped muscles, red skin, a horn growing out of his chin, and was wearing only a cloth skirt around his waist.
He staggered toward the stranger at the bar. The bartender saw him coming and tried to stop him from advancing. "Killmar, don't start anything!" he shouted.
Killmar ignored him. He stood behind the cloaked figure and spoke in a deep gruff voice. "You're in my seat, small fry."
The stranger didn't even look up from his drink. He merely shifted to the next seat over and sipped his water. Killmar wasn't satisfied though. "That's my seat, too."
The stranger once again shifted to the next seat over and sipped his water. Again without even a glance at the menacing brute. Killmar became irritated that he was being dismissed so easily. He slammed his fist down on the table and got close to the stranger's face. The horn on his chin getting ever close to touching the stranger's temple. "These are all my seats, small fry!"
The stranger sipped his water. Killmar grew more infuriated and slapped the glass out the character's hand. "You think you're tough, small fry!?"
The character looked at his broken glass that had shattered against a wall and then looked up at Killmar. Killmar flinched when he looked into the eyes of the stranger. He saw something iceberg cold. The character opened his mouth and spoke in a mature voice, "I don't like people that destroy for no reason. Nor do I enjoy the company of bastards that claim things that aren't theirs just because they're strong."
Killmar regained his arrogance. "Bastards?! You punk! I'm gonna grind your bones into dust for calling me that!"
Killmar raised his massive fist and threw it down on the stranger. But instead of crushing the character, Killmar's fist was caught by him. "What the..?!"
The stranger threw the fist away and Killmar tumbled into a table, breaking glasses and crashing into other aliens that were in awe of the stranger's strength. The stranger then got up from his seat at the bar, pulled a coin from the inside of his cloak and tossed it to the bartender.
"Thanks for the drink," he said.
Killmar lunged at the figure from the ground he fell to and raised both of his fists over his head, but before he could drop them down the stranger punched him hard in the stomach. Killmar fell to his knees and coughed up blood. He gasped eagerly for air. The stranger placed his boot on his Killmar's face and gave what looked like a small push with his foot really sent Killmar flying through a wall. The character pulled what little money he had left out from his cloak and tossed it to the bartender. "Sorry about the damage," he said sincerely. He then proceeded to casually walk out of the bar.
Alright there's the first chapter. It's short I know, but this whole fanfic is still a concept. Remember to let me know how you felt about it and thanks for reading!