"According to legend, the last Super Saiyan could only maintain his status in the transformed state. His power was extraordinary, he had no equal in the universe. But he was too primitive to control it, his rage burned so intensely that it eventually consumed him. In the end, he was destroyed by his own power." -Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans
"Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it." -Rotto Valogna, 11th Century
Chapter 1
A Vital Alliance
Perhaps the best way to describe this world isn't how one would expect. I have read what one would consider the lost archives of my species; what has happened to us since then and up to this moment, however, is a mystery.
Now, had I been speaking these words to you under the iron grip of Frieza, much less King Vegeta of the newly formed saiyan home world, then you could expect to never hear of me the morning after, nor days later, and soon forget that such an individual as myself ever existed. No, I am not a weak-willed Saiyan, who can not fathom embracing the ways of my culture... it was a pity that the so called king had exiled the second-born prince, over the mere charge of being born with an inferior battle power.
Strength. You either had it, dominating your ways up the ranks and living a dull, crude life- or you'd let it throw you under the bus. It was never a state of means in the modern age of my species. Which reminded me...
My relatives, or rather, the caretaker who had looked after me. I can't recall a day when he would smile at all. It's always 'missions' and 'rank' that comes first to address in the new culture, but never the family which he stated was priority in the old days. Granted, when the Tuffles were finally defeated during the long, overdue war from several centuries back, that general named "Vegeta" had his men let all know that it was he who led them to victory, he who saved them from the misdeeds the Tuffles would do. He even renamed the planet after himself, just to make everyone acknowledge that if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have any freedoms.
Pfft. I spit at that bastard's face; what does he know of freedoms?
Look at our race. The man signed a contract that binded us as tools of labor for technology and intelligence. The Tuffles weren't even hostile from what I heard some say. In fact, for a race that had superior minds and numbers, they placed a lot of trust sticking around 6 ft tall giants, when they themselves averaged around the lower 4 ft 10. So why was Vegeta so convincing in getting what little of our species to commit mass genocide?
How did we even get to planet Plant in the first place?
"A guardian," was what my caretaker would repeat, knowing over and over the origin from his father, who in turn knew from his father, and so on until the generation where said "guardian" was from.
It's confusing, I will admit, but our species had once thrived on a planet known as Eudora, which would resemble a bit of the human culture as I've come to know of by my refuge on Earth. In many ways, it could be said that Eudora and Earth are sibling planets, with the two worlds having once had the means to interstellar travel. Likewise, that means became lost, so no Saiyan has ever successfully made refuge on Earth during the crisis that destroyed the home world.
At least, no known saiyan...
Nevertheless, my question still stands from what I wish to learn of the past. Who are we really? What makes us a "Saiyan"? Was there any purpose in offing the Tuffles? This "guardian" that existed, did he have anything to do with the legends?
My only hope... is seeking an answer from the heavens, which may sound rather silly and piffle, but the world I live in with my caretaker's youngest, Kakarot, still has dinosaurs roaming around. The only way such a matter could have been achieved would have been through biological engineering, as Doctor Briefs has done so many times before, or he made a wish upon the seven sphere jewels called "Dragon Balls".
Then again, Dr. Briefs didn't have to be the sole candidate for having made the wish. After all, his daughter, Bulma, claimed that she found it in the basement; it could have been from a wish from long ago, or one of the family elders had collected it after knowing what value it had. Actually, I'm taking my chances with a grain of salt and take the choice that seems most logical in this situation, which is that the Briefs family have this singular item of the set as a financial net- not that they'd ever run into a situation like that, but hey, so were a lot of things down in that basement from two centuries ago. What things one could unearth by checking out the many possible heirlooms or inheritance the family had.
Forgive me for the digression. Now, where was I?
Ah, yes. The part where I was speaking of the dinosaurs. Indeed, a lot of mysteries fill the world, just as a lot still pertains to the Saiyan race. I know for a fact that humans- and, by the derivative knowledge- as well as Modern Saiyans can theoretically interbreed, but shouldn't the genetic barriers prevent such a union from being feasible?
Indeed, my race is a mystery, and I wish to understand the past, but to do so, wouldn't I be tempering with fate and cause imminent destruction? I do not wish to cause harm, nor do I want to erase people out of existence if I time travel. Additionally, using the dragon balls for a wish that shows the past seems like a waste of potential and time; not only does it seem like I could spend summer evenings training with Kakarot to defeat Frieza, but I would be introducing a new playing field for any surviving members of King Vegeta's regime.
The past is never truly labeled with clear markers of ever being beneficial for anyone, and he who has control of information, has control of the situation.
"Hey, big bro?"
"Hmm? What's it now, Kakarot?"
He began pouting; always insisting that I refer to him by that name the elderly man had given him. Honestly, I looked into it, and it seemed rather enlightening to find out that the name was akin to emptiness... in a good way.
"Fine. What's up, Goku?"
He smiled. A fact that even despite not being able to see the gesture from him, I at least has some idea of what it was like to imagine a Bardock who hadn't lost his innocence. Who knows, maybe some universe out there, he is my father, and Kakarot is my brother.
"I was wondering... does Prince Vegeta really deserve being punished for his father's wrong doings? I mean, our race is technically extinct, and he has suffered a lot, especially under Frieza's watchful eyes, but must we really outright state that we don't care about royalty?"
There he goes, asking me of the same question once more. A few years ago, when I had first tried educating my brother, he asked how we were related, which led to other prying questions, until eventually we both accepted the "phrase" that stated my family was the "royal" family. There really wasn't any evidence to support that claim, but seeing as King Vegeta took control of things using outdated knowledge, then I had just as much right to be king than he was. Lousy piece of sh-
"I think it would be nice, to have someone look after you, even though they aren't anywhere nearby."
"Kakarot..."
He turned to face me, casting a more philosophical look on his face as he speculated the pain and torment Vegeta must have been going through. In all likelihood, I could be wishing the death of my own cousin, and I wouldn't dare lend a hand- simply due to the fact he was sired by that devil. I'm unworthy, Kakarot.
"Taritzu." He referred to my birth name, which oddly enough, didn't sound like the trend normal modern saiyans would have. I believe part of the reason our culture intrigues me is how traditions were formed, even more so when I factor in the fact that despite valuing power and fighting capabilities, remnants of a society that also valued the physical aphrodisiac beauty still hung around. At any rate, my name is Taritzu Tetsuo Rutabaski, the alleged nephew of the queen; it is all I hold to my immediate family heritage.
"There you are." Interrupted the voice of a blue haired woman who I recognized by the tone alone. "I know you two have a mission to complete in the future, but holding off on your chores isn't going to cut it, boys."
It took a while to finish, but we eventually repaid Bulma for what she had provided us each day. Honestly, keeping the fact that we, aliens, exist and possibly could be targeted by the leaders of Earth was a huge favor Bulma was keeping secret. It also helped that Dr. Briefs and I had met a long ways back, when he first discovered the "meteors" fifteen years ago.
"Big bro. What do you think our species was like? Before the disaster that led to everyone relocating and what not."
I have always thought about that question, Kakarot.
"...Couldn't you visit that place with your genetic diving or whatever that thing is called?"
"Genetic Memory. And no, Kakarot. Such an era was forbidden for me to visit for my studies."
Unlike what most would assume, Earth harbored more inhabitants than at first glance. It was how I discovered a third saiyan on the planet- who is my friend, Haruna. It is also how I discovered a secret Colony on the planet as well, along with a Mystic who had commanded me to learn all I can from him.
Honestly, I really have been progressing much faster than Kakarot could catch up in, and it feels rather slow having to limit myself to only ONE sparring partner, and ONE teacher in the sciences. Besides, the Briefs family have already done more than their fair share in helping us out.
"Why can't you?" He asked in an innocence that rivaled someone else entirely. I couldn't exactly place my finger on it, but the moment he asked it in such a manner was rather cute and charming, as if I needed to protect the original user of debated charm. "You already seen the world from your older ancestors. We both know we're the descendants of Xetsu Rutabaski and Rotto Valogna respectively."
"With Bejita Pioneeri as a close, family ally. We spoke about this a long time ago, back when I agreed on rotating the position of King with Vegeta, if he can agree to my terms."
"But 1000 years in the past; what's forbidden about that?"
He had a point. I wanted to know too, but some secrets weren't for our eyes...
My vision briefly adjusted to the moving figure several hundred meters in the horizon, which I couldn't make much out of as the sun was already set for the majority of the evening. I didn't think much of it.
"Whatever, Kakarot. I'm going to sleep."
"G'night." He calmly replied, knowing that placing any more enthusiasm would just be overbearing. Honestly, I love the kid, but he's naïve to the point where asking certain questions or expecting results in such a manner would place him into trouble. They say that it is the people you meet like this that used to be your lover in a past life. My view on such nonsense: whatever you say. Then again, that could mean that several people could pose as a historical figure reincarnated, then decree that they must reap all of the world's gratitude set aside for them.
Like that would work.
Noises. Inaudible shouting all around me; incomprehensible, but still notable.
"Blast it all to hell I tell you," I heard the conversations that were recently inaudible clarify. The speech pattern is modernized, albeit the style resembles that of the Victorian era.
"Bah, always quick to give in, younger brother. It is that attitude that separates us- as I AM the worthiest of all that Ho-ou sama has presented his blessing unto." This current speaker, though somewhat of his indicators are confusing since they harbor an amalgamation of culture, the safest to assume is that whoever it was traveled the world a lot. Their identities unclear to me, I was greatly interested as what the conversation had been discussed concerned a deity known as Ho-ou, a being that had disappeared a long time ago
"Hey, quickly... he's walking up"
That voice, sounded rather familiar. As if I had known the speaker all of my life, but I knew that I was currently surrounded by strangers.
Oddly enough, you would ask me how it is that I understand their dialect and languages. My answer is simple: exposure to genetic memory allowed me to understand. I wanted to escape, but fortunately I stopped myself as someone else was paying a visit. A cloaked figure.
"Aquilus, Columba, Corvus. I'm glad that the three of you are already engaged in today's meeting." Said the stranger, towering at least twice the height of the younger member of the trio.
"What did the Tribunal have to say, Ho-ou sama?" Cautiously he asked, anticipating that he wasn't in a friendly mood. Oh, so this was Ho-ou that they were speaking of; I would have known better by the additional names people refer him by- such as what my mentor, The Mystic known as Blekk, would call him: Kuukanos.
"Frankly, he said many things, but one did stand clear above all else." He whispered mischievously like a child. Crouching on their level, the 8 foot, pristine clothed giant told them of this new mission to save the mortals, beginning with sending them a guardian. "I know lately I had clashing views with my overseer, wanting to create purpose and discover potential in regards of the mortal's quest for the truth, whereas Tribunal, just as my sister Jikanna, have decided in abandoning the mortals to recover the lost artifacts of the infinity stones."
"But... then you'd be in grave danger, and likely die!" Spoke the youngest of the group.
At this point he laughed it off, dropped his hood and revealed that he- like all the others- shared the same similar physical attributes.
"Hehehe, why should I worry. You, as well as all the others who were worthy of my power have been given abilities which in theory, should have killed me. What difference would establishing another link do?"
The oldest of the group replied this time. "True, however, Suzaku is too much of a variation to compare to us. While entirely independent of you, the spiritual power required to send him will begin a catalyst within you. That will leave his mark, as well as yours, within the other. That could soon lead to leakage, fatigue, and possibly even drive you to insanity at best. Worst things can happen still."
He merely chuckled at that fact, baffling the three.
"Humbugs, you never truly could exploit the best of life. It is the cautious nature of your minds that lead to calamity. Live at the moment and then plan out solutions. That is how my father lived his life and it is how I have lived mine as well. Why should I concern myself with well being now?" It almost seemed eerie that he stopped his gaze in my direction, as if he knew of my presence and I had things coming.
"Do any of you sense Altair or Baji-" he bit his tongue, wishing not to reveal his secrets to them. They took a look in my direction, indeed noticing I existed, but for some odd reason, didn't say a word of it.
"Never mind, I see Velarde is busy handling something with you three. Wake me up when the time comes to activate the new guardian." he said and began walking away.
'Alright, this is seriously a new mystery for me. I have to find a way out of here and quick-.'
"A~~~nd, GOTCHA!"
My mind was struck by the small group who began informing me of the issue at hand was. Apparently, they didn't think it was necessary to tell me where we were, or what I was needed for, but that eventually got resolved as the one covering my eyes finally let go and allowed me to see once more.
"We're located outside of space and time; most people would call this Overspace, but it's really just a vault for the multiverse."
A chamber with many orbs indicated what was being said was true. Either I was having a lucid dream, drug related ego death, or truly was abducted by something far powerful than myself- all I knew was that I wanted out of here.
"Look, I have a little brother to look after and this is great and all, but I can't play pretend with whatever this is. I still don't even know how the hell I got here."
They looked at one another in a strange manner. They knew all too well what they needed to do, and it frighten me when I saw their mutual look.
"Either way you dice it, all universes are scheduled to recycling or they are consumed by the nearest possible threat." Spat out the oldest, emphasizing disgust at the mere mention of these 'threats'. According to them, the orbs that contained the universes were sustained by Ho-ou's energy- energy that he filtered for them to survive in the chaos of existence. At times, this energy would bring in miasma, infecting a universe or two, and leaving it be would endanger the other universes; regularly they would check and see if any of those popped up, but they had faith that the universes could hold their own against that dark force.
I recomposed myself, now assured that the news and information presented was quite real.
"You know, Aquilus, I could bring in his little brother as well if we need to. It's not that big of a deal to do so, especially since he might also want to participate."
"No, leave Kakarot out of this predicament." My instinctive sibling defense kicked in and surprised that hooded individual. Honestly, even though everyone else was masculine to some degree, this final character was leaving much to the imagination and not trying as hard to keep gender a secret. It also annoyed me that the hood was still hiding the person's eyes, but I guess people had varying degrees of comfort.
I was then stricken by fragility, feeling a burden that was far worse than simple gravitational pressure. It was surreal and unwarranted; no one else seemed to have felt the pressure, but I did. Only until that hooded stranger placed a hand on my shoulder did the force subside. Suddenly, said stranger gave me a once over, staring into my soul deeply with the glow of purple eyes as if the task was to evaluate my survival.
"Aquilus, do you still have connections with the Temporal King?" began the one with the well-educated mind. If I could recall correctly, they called him Columba, which fit in quite nicely with their trend of constellation and star titles.
The oldest guardian perked in hearing those words, a bit annoyed but understanding as the man could tell where his acquaintance was going with there.
"You know he values nothing else but the precious resource of time. Don't tell me you want to provoke him again, Columbus?" He responded with the memory of The Temporal King chastising them still fresh in his memory.
Scoffing, Columba merely mumbled away the insulting blunder of his title and returned to aiding his visitor. "Listen to me, Velarde," he looked the young adolescent over, somewhat reminded of himself. "What he needs is help from a Time Lord, which should be immediate as his body isn't so well accustomed to the properties of this realm."
The youngest one then showed up with a cloak in hand, which the shrouded stranger then enveloped me in to help me find comfort. I can do this myself, perfectly fine, thank you very much!
"Ordinary beings and mortals have heard little of The Temporal King, but rest assure, he's not a god by our terms." Corvus explained.
"According to those King helps, he's too much a stray to be part of the faction of Time- the one led by our master's twin." Aquilus began. "King is relatable, and he will present you with compassion, but try not to anger the man. He'll do us- and you- this favor, but it will require some conditions."
"What favor?" I asked, baffled as to how they had come to the conclusion that I even had something in mind. "I haven't even told you guys anything!"
"Haven't you wondered what mysteries plague the Saiyan race, or what lost past has been forbidden to all else. Certainly you of all people would want to know where facts and fictions are distinct, where legends begin, and where history was lost..."
I stared blankly for a few moments, then laughed at the absurdity of this stranger's nonsense. Velarde spoke with charisma, I'd give him that, but I honestly didn't have the guts to try out something I wasn't so sure of by taking someone's word for it.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing." That was a lie, but they didn't need to know about that. I figured that there would be no way out of my predicament, so I better make the most out of it.
Moments later I found myself in front of an old man, wrinkles starting to form, but youth still residues in his eyes. It was weird; instead of seeming incapacitated, he was rather sporting in that suit and cloak he wore.
Grumbling, the man I figured was king sat up from what seemed a desk and began from his throat. "Taritzu Tetsuo Rutabaski of Earth-1530, I've been expecting you." He cracked his knuckles, chuckling as the action changed the environment and caused the young adolescent to fall on his behind.
"We have met before old friend, just not in the sense that it involved you directly, but nonetheless, the fact that we meet now proves that it is destined of what will occur in just a moment." King blinked out of my view and re-materialized just a short distance away. "It's time that the procedure starts. We don't want a temporal paradox to cause a time crash, now."
I couldn't find words to speak, yet my mouth was agape and was likely the only thing that still followed suit. Nevertheless, I was able to get a hold of myself and the pursuit came to its end, with King holding a spectre in his hands. What it would possibly do raked my mind of plausible answers.
"Is there a ritual or something that will bring out my powers. Or is this another method of diving into genetic memory?" King took a double take. He likely felt insulted that his technique was just compared to the artificial means of the procedure.
"No." Then a glint in his eye beamed, obviously due to what bizarre adventures he was recalling from the past. "This is but another form of time travel, my friend." King continued to ramble on of trivial principles until a set of rules caught my attention.
"While in the past, only your subconscious mind will stay aware. Your soul should stay anchored in this dimension, but the spirit which drives and transcribes the soul into your body would be the other part of you that travels. Anything done in that past will not change history, just how you perceive it. And dare I say, there are many inconsistencies between the era of conflict and this present age. Lastly, I advise you only try to make contact with the residents there a minimum, lest we have a greater paradox to handle."
"So basically, this is personality time travel?" I received a confirming nod at this. It was a bit suspicious, since I didn't know if I would remember anything that I'd need to know, but King acted faster than I could react in protest.
Waving the spectre over me, I felt the effects rapidly taking place as it was needed, feeling myself going thoughtlessness and sensed depersonalization taking place while being thrown into the past.
'I hope this doesn't cause any adverse reactions on my part. Better erase his memories and leave his personality intact, just in case he might meet with his future self.'
Out in the fields, away from nearby communities were two fathers, both whom their nations deemed far more than worthy, converse in a topic which no leader would like to speculate.
"I've heard that the Sagratians and Pyrastrenes both began their super soldier programs. It'd just be a matter of time before resources deplete and they come after the neighboring countries." Said the oriental leader who was worldly known as Daisuke Kaido, the emperor of Boruvia.
"I know. But, the Holaska treaty constructed in 1946 restrains them from engaging in wars with undeveloped countries. What's more likely of them is that they'd seek methods to surpass our species' limits, at cost-effective prices."
Kaido thought that over, understanding the fact that these two grand power houses would rival against themselves, and in that process, over take most of the world just to spite them. "Just, what do you mean, Griel-san?"
Greil, the 27 year old man who spent most of his single life as a father cleared his throat with a violent hiss towards the bitter middle name. His full name was Johannes Greil Rutabaski, and had a history of being incarcerated more times in his youth that people would refer to him by Greil only, for it ironically denoted from the word "greillade". Honestly, he didn't care for much when others called him that, but Daisuke was too formal for his own good. "You know, you could call me by my given name."
"Yes, but it brings painful memories." Daisuke's words made him cringe, obviously seeing the underlying pain he repressed for the sake of his son. For one thing, Daisuke Kaido was the protégée of the previous Rutabaski: Juliano Marzo; it was very likely Daisuke cared significantly for the younger man, so much in fact that he'd give him anything in hopes they'd succeed. "And the boy, Sedorikku. Have you managed well raising him?"
"Daisuke. What do you mean? I do what I can; he may not have his mother, but what I do is what is essential for his welfare."
He eyed him carefully. Johannes had a rough life since the 60s: losing his friends, being sent off from his homeland, fighting supernatural beings, and losing his wife. It was amazing how he still stayed strong after the loss of his wife; Daisuke could have sworn it seemed like the day before the younger male was frightened out of his mind since his 15th birthday, but that was obviously 12 years ago. "Anyway," he briefly considered sympathizing with him, revealing he too had issues with his wife. Obviously, he decided not to; a woman in a psychiatric asylum did not compare to one that was missing- perhaps even dead. "Continue with what you were about to say, Joj-Johannes."
The spoken name was suspiciously close to that affectionate nickname his family called him, and he knew Daisuke was aware of his dislike of simple acquaintances calling him that now. It wouldn't matter... not with what he planned on proposing. "I'm talking about the breeding program. They'll search far and wide for the best genes possible to increase capabilities, perhaps even kidnapping children from our nations." He ended on a sentimental note. Johannes Griel Rutabaski had a way of handling situations in a least worrisome process compared to how Sagratia's leader would inflate international issues, with phrases like 'end of freedom' and 'best for democracies sake' that made Kairne's reputation of pansy-ass reaction and constant avoidance of politics seem like the wise choice.
"That would be a problem." Daisuke reiterated. "But what do you suggest. It's not like we can use technology to solve our problems. If a treaty were struck between us and word gets out that we're collaborating on a project, it would arouse suspicion."
"Indeed, but technology isn't my first bet on this."
Now Daisuke was piqued. "Don't tell me...that you honestly believe in that theory of the ancient legend?"
"It should work though. The blood-lagoon eclipse will appear 16 years from now, and we already have the two requirements of the three needed."
"Sanguine-Sapphire, Johannes; the moons will eclipse in their respected phases, ergo Sanguine and Sapphire. Your time at Eikoku has made you embrace street slang, although I have to give it to them with their ingenious teachings of guile."
"Yeah," Greil reminisced of the times he had to cover the many friends and save their hides from danger. At some point he found himself as their gang leader, but he didn't want that position. "And why wouldn't you trust in the legend? 1969, Kaido-san. They awoke from their slumber, and everyone thought the two thousand year legend passed down generation after generation of Hadou warriors was a superstition. This 'world-breaker' won't be a bad thing. In fact, I believe we can use the legendary being to protect the world, given enough energy and effort to condition it during childhood."
Kaido didn't exactly see it thrilling to give his daughter's hand away early on to a boy she hardly knew, especially since Sedrick may show signs of disinterest... procreation was an issue because of the observations the boy would lack thanks to his celibate father. However, a part of him that understood the way his young friend was asking for his agreement showed honor, so he accepted the preposterous proposition. "Fine, but only because I still feel that unfulfilled favor I still owe Marzo-sama is incomplete. Just promise me that this child begotten by our son and daughter doesn't end up on the wrong side. Too much favoring on a spectrum can blunt the child's potential."
Griel nodded, glad that the two could settle this properly. It wouldn't be so hard; the children had acquainted themselves already as the fact Sedrick and Yanagi were happily getting along, almost like a couple.
The generation that the two could bring would beget their solution in such murky relations, so long as society doesn't ruin the champion in his youth.
"Kyousuke, I have received word that you skipped classes this morning. What do you have to say for yourself?"
The boy, formally known as Taritsu Maurice Kyousuke Rutabaski perked his eyes at the call out from his mother. He obviously found class boring, and came across seeing his old friend, Kakarotto, whom he hadn't seen since his mother died in labor six years ago. He already knew the subjects in elementary, surprisingly for a 7 year-old, but his mother still nagged about keeping his family away from unwanted attention.
"Mom, I'm sorry for not attending, but dad had a council to attend at AN; Vejita-san was there, so I studied with him." He left out the parts where General Baragus started yelling about the world being doomed, his sneaking off with Kakarotto, and the almost assassination attempt that was averted thanks to Kakarotto's brother.
Yanagi calmed a bit~just a bit though! It wasn't easy for her to take a breather. Especially since her first born was born with sensitive eyes, which the doctors had figured was hemerolagia (day-blindness), but he was an extraordinary child, able to handle more as he strangely matured much faster than the average kid by at least double his age, both physically and mental wise.
"Just promise me you won't place yourselves in danger," she referred to the youngsters as she eyed Kakarotto in the back, sheepishly greeting the Emperor's daughter. Yanagi knew about the secret the Valognas hid of Kakarotto, specifically the origins and gender, but as a promise she made to Baddack, she wouldn't risk it going public.
"Say mom, could Kakarotto and I head upstairs to my room? There's something I need to get for our project."
His mother did a double take on his choice of words, but understood the intentions of her son. It helped that she reminded herself that her son knew nothing of the young Valogna's secret, so there was no danger in having him asking permission and spending time in his room. 'They grow up so fast... Perhaps I don't have to worry about his future if they keep this up...' "Sure, but afterwards you will come with me to visit your grandfather. He isn't getting healthier these days."
"Okay then. Thanks mom."
And so the two friends raced upstairs, nearly dropping a vase recklessly.
She sighed. 'At least I'll still have him for a few more years. I can't believe I had to give up crime-fighting to raise him. It's such a gamble allowing Sedrick fight on his own these days.'
To the reader
Abandoned Memories, as you may have noticed, is a cauldron full of literature- both borrowed from established content of pop culture and original content- which may or may not confuse some of the readers as they start of with the first couple of chapters. If they are confused by how this story starts out in the intro chapter, do not worry about having to read my other stories on my profile; this is more of a back story to that, so the entirety of Abandon Memories is the "main continuity", whilst the story Trionem Fatalibus is the unfinished sequel.
Just because it may be overwhelming at first, doesn't mean I won't explain a couple of chapters [or detail who is who in the story] at your request, but for the most part, the reason it may seem too unorganized is that these introductory chapters are warm-ups to illustrate the Original Saiyan Home World, which Toriyama has not developed in his series as much. Along with the premise of this story, The life and adventures of the legendary super saiyan -which was the original title of the story when I came up with the basis of it in 2012- my intention for this fiction is to answer as many inconsistencies Toriyama left in his original content, which means there are OCs that will exist.
However, characters from canon will make an appearance every so often, and the focus will shift from the main protagonist every so often. Also, feel free to check out the Q&A for the first Arc below, as shown in the Table of Contents. Leave a comment in the review section, follow the story, or PM me for anything you'd like to ask about the fic. Remember, the more people interact with the author, the more they'll understand the inner works of the story, so take the time to leave a thoughtful review and enlighten yourself. I always welcome recipient input, even if the chapters have long been uploaded.
Table of Contents
The following is an [in progress] overview of the Abandon Memories [current] story arcs and Volumes. It should give the reader a good idea where the story is going and what's what path the story is taking, without spoiling too much. (Spoiler Warning for those who are just getting into the story)
Volume 1
Arc I- Brave "Old" World (Chapters 1-12)
part 1: A Vital Alliance
part 2: Gilded Hands
part 3: These turn of events...
part 4: ...can't be real, can they?
part 5: Quickster
part 6: Raise the Stakes (I)
part 7: Raise the Stakes (II)
part 8: Raise the Stakes (III)
part 9: Identitatis
part 10: Treasure Hunt
part 11: Sonikku
part 12: "Speedwagon's Expeditions for Generation-X Agency"
Arc II- World's Amateurs Need Training, Else Disasters (Chapters 14-23)
part 1: Yukinoshita
part 2: Bad Company (I)
part 3: Bad Company (II)
part 4: Projects and Training
part 5: Hughe L. Kingston
part 6: Murderous Intent
part 7: "Let you in on a secret"
part 8: Instinct and Reason
part 9: Hegemony
part 10: Friend or Foe?
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Volume 2
Arc III- Biological Happenings and Technological Races (Chapters 25 - 42)
part 1: Motives
part 2: Fire and Ice
part 3: Agendas
part 4: Persona
part 5: Effects of Victory
part 6: Scientist Supreme and Fangirl's Dream
part 7: The Unforeseen
part 8: DAN-000 (Part 1)
part 9: DAN-000 (Part 2)
part 10: Temperance and Doubts
part 11: Bane of my existence
part 12: Hither is thy agony
part 13: Thus begins his training
part 14: Cut-and-Dried (Part 1)
part 15: Cut-and-Dried (Part 2)
part 16: When The Bell Tolls
part 17: Pursuing My Past Self
part 18: The Psychopomp?
Arc IV- Alterius Precepts (Chapters 49-?)
part 1: And his name is...
part 2: Anisum Ordre
part 3: Rhapsodic Spite
part 4: Preserved Inconvenience (1)
part 5: Preserved Inconvenience (2)
part 6: Preserved Inconvenience (3)
part 7: Enigmas and Rogues
part 8: Maladaptive Camaraderie (1)
part 9: Maladaptive Camaraderie (2)
part 10: Freedom, Independence, and Verity
part 11: Double-Dealing
part 12: Schizoid Emperor
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Specials
Arc I Q & A (Chapter 13)
Arc II Q & A (Chapter 24)
Fluff and Extras (Chapters 43-48)
Adolescence
Aiguchi
Valogna
Chandler
Epilogue: Taritsu side
Epilogue: Johannes side
