All right, everybody! Time for another one! This one's been coming along steadily for a couple years, and now that SPAL is done and over with, I can share this with all of you! So, sit back, relax, maybe grab some popcorn… whatever, just enjoy!

Chapter 1: Threat to a Peaceful Planet

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, though I wish I did. I do however own Shinri. So back off! He's mine… yes; all mine… hee hee hee…

Year 789…

"Saiyan… I'm coming for you…"

Somewhere in the deep nothingness of space, a lone space pod zoomed through the blackness toward its destination. It held just one passenger; one resentful, bitter passenger with but one goal.

"I'll hunt you down and eradicate all that you hold dear… all those you love… just as you have destroyed all that I loved. Then I'll destroy you…"

The unknown being strode smoothly over to the window overlooking the beautiful little blue planet the ship was about to land on.

"So this is where you've been hiding… Well you can't hide from me anymore. I'm going to make you pay for what you've done!"

The life form closed its eyes, revisiting the memory of it's horrible past.

"Shinri, get out of here now!"

"Why, Mama? What's wrong?"

"Shinri, do what your mother says! Hurry, there's not much time!"

"Papa…"

"GO! Hide in the house, and don't come out no matter what you may hear!" Shinri's father yelled frantically, practically shoving his son.

"Shinri… Just know that whatever may happen, we love you." His mother coaxed, tears welling up in her fragile amethyst eyes.

"Mama…"

"Go…" She whispered, planting one last tender kiss on his forehead and running her hand smoothly through his golden-brown hair. Shinri was in utter shock, and stayed rooted to the spot for a moment before turning into a dead sprint, not daring to look back. He wove through the large trees and shrubbery, only able to hear screams, explosions, and the faint, eerie sound of someone laughing.

Finally reaching his little house, Shinri dashed inside and bolted the door shut. He leaned up against it to catch his breath, his eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, he stumbled to the window and caught sight of a dark, shadowy figure from which the blasts came from.

"HE'S the one who's been wrecking our village?!?" The young boy muttered, his eyes fixed upon the small approaching figure. He looked barely older than Shinri himself, but was of a different race, from another world. His skin was light and pale, his jet black hair raised up to the sky. And wrapped neatly around his waist was a long, brown, furry thing that Shinri had never seen before. Then he watched in horror as the thing moved and unraveled itself from around its owner. It was actually attached to him… like a fifth limb!

Shinri stared; transfixed on the miniscule terror before realizing it was coming right toward him. He scrambled away from the window and ran out the back door in hopes of finding some help. He eventually spotted someone in a small clearing, and hurried over to see if he could help.

"Darn Saiyans…" The man was muttering. "Think they own the universe or something…" Shinri could see the man was fairly old, but extremely fit for his age. He had muscular arms and legs, and displayed a little auburn beard on his chin.

"Saiyans…?" Shinri repeated. Was that what that thing was called? "Uh… Excuse me! Can you help me?"

"Sorry, kid. It's every Tanakian for himself!" The man answered gruffly. "Besides, I don't have time for babysitting! There are a couple space pods back there, but they're so old. I don't know if they even work." He pointed a thumb at two small pods behind him. Both looked worn and dirty, and there was plant growth all over them, rooting them to the ground.

"Oh, no problem! My dad helps build these things, and he taught me all about them!" Shinri exclaimed, hurrying over to the pods. Looking each one over inside and out, he finally concluded, "Yeah, they're pretty old, but they should still work! I just need to make a few little adjustments…"

"Hmm… What's your name, kid?"

"Shinri!" He answered quickly without looking up from his work.

"Well Shinri, the name's Michio! And I take back what I said about you being a baby."

"No problem. I get that all the time. I'm only ten, you know."

"Really…"

"Done!" Shinri exclaimed, stepping back to admire his work. "Now we just need to lift them out of here…" He held up his palms and concentrated his energy on the two objects in front of him. His hands started glowing with a dim green light, but soon faded. "I can't do it…" Shinri sighed.

"What?!? You mean a kid your age can't do a simple lifting technique?" Michio gaped.

Shinri nodded sadly. "I know. My Ryoku power is really low. My dad has been trying to teach me, but I just can't get it!"

"Do you want to learn?" Michio asked.

"Of course! More than anything! My father is ashamed to have such a weak son. I want to get stronger and make him proud!"

Michio thought for a moment. "Well Shinri, I'll make a deal with you. If you agree to come with me off Tanaka and become my pupil, then I'll train you to have more Ryoku than you have ever imagined possible!"

"Really? You can do that?" Shinri asked anxiously.

"Of course! I'm an expert after all!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Michio-sensei!" Shinri cheered, but was soon cut off by an explosion from the approaching 'Saiyan'.

Michio used his Ryoku to lift the pods out of the ground, and set them down in front of them. Then the two quickly boarded their pods, and blasted off into space. Shinri hesitantly looked back at the destruction one last time, and mumbled to himself, "Mama… Papa… I will make you proud. Just promise me you'll be okay without me. I'll come back for you someday."

The Tanakian opened his eyes once again, ending the memory. And he had come back. He had returned to Tanaka ten years later, only to find everything destroyed. His home had been reduced to rubble, and his mother and father were nowhere to be found. In fact, it seemed no Tanakians had lived on it for years. They had all been wiped out.

He stared at the barren wasteland that had once been his home. Michio had taught him so much… he had been trained to be a warrior… and it had all been in vain. He had returned to see that while he was training, his home planet had been cleansed of all native life, leaving it to wither and die. Filled with rage, Shinri set his sights on the home planet of the Saiyans, in hopes of extracting his revenge there. But he soon learned the planet had already been destroyed, and almost all its inhabitants presumably wiped out.

He glared down at the planet before him. Fifty years… it had been fifty long, harsh years since the destruction of his home. Now he would get his chance for revenge. Michio was getting on in his years, and probably wouldn't be around much longer. He only hoped that his sensei's strong spirit would keep him going for their final mission. His instructions were clear.

Shinri's death would mark the end of his race forever, and he knew it well, but there was one thing he knew would put his mind at ease and his soul at rest; he had to kill the one who had destroyed his family and friends. And now that he had located the planet where the Saiyan resided, he planned to do just that.

He set the controls on his ship to land on the planet immediately.

"No longer am I the innocent little boy called Shinri…" He muttered, tracing the letters of his old name in the air as the ship rapidly descended. His finger left fiery green marks floating in the air, spelling out 'Shinri'. Then with one swift swipe, he wiped the letters away, and replaced them with new ones.

K-E-S-S-H-I-N


High above the planet's surface, the guardian, Dende, was meditating in his throne room when he sensed a great disturbance in the earth's balance.

"Popo! Come quick!" The young Namekian suddenly shouted.

"What is it, Dende?!" Mr. Popo cried as he burst into the dimly lit room.

"Do you feel that?" Dende asked mysteriously, gazing off into nothingness.

"Feel what?" Mr. Popo looked around confusedly.

"I sense something unusual just appeared on Earth. I don't like it, Popo." The kami sighed.

"Are you saying that there's evil approaching, Dende?" Mr. Popo asked nervously.

"I don't know, Popo. I hope I'm wrong, I really do."

"Well, in case you are right, then we must not hesitate to act!" Popo exclaimed.

"Right!" Dende nodded, running out of his throne room and down to the edge of the lookout. 'Piccolo! Can you hear me? It's Dende!' He sent out the thought telepathically.

'What is it, Dende?' Responded the gruff voice of the older Namekian.

'Listen, I need you to find Goku and bring him to me! It's an emergency! Can you do that?'

'Hmph… Sure thing.' Piccolo smirked to himself. 'I know just where to find him.' With that, he flew off from his training in the mountains and headed south for a small farming village.


In this village lived many hard-working families that spent every day working their land for their own survival. It was planting season, and that meant an especially large amount of work for the people of this particular village. Well, it usually meant that anyway. This small village was home to a young boy named Uub, who before five years ago had never expected much change in his life. But on that faithful day he competed in the 28th Tenkaichi Budoukai tournament, he was put up against the toughest fighter in the world, Son Goku. Right in the middle of their match, Goku had declared that Uub had a special gift for fighting, and that he wanted to train him to control his massive amount of hidden power. Since then, Goku had spent every day living in Uub's village helping with the farm work and training Uub in their spare time.

"Woo-hoo! This is great! I could do this all day!!" Goku shouted as he dashed back and forth through the outstretched fields of rich soil, pushing a plow that was usually pulled by a mule. The farmers simply stood to the side, staring in awe at the man's strength and speed. Uub watched with amusement and chuckled at his mentor's simplicity. When he was finished plowing the entire field, Goku flew the wooden plow back to the stunned men, and wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead.

"Heh… That was fun! When do we get to do that again?" He asked anxiously.

"Hah hah! Goku, we only have to plow the field once a year in order to plant the seeds." Uub laughed, striding over to his sensei.

"Oh. Okay then! Want to go train now, Uub?"

"Yeah!" The 15-year-old turned to one of the farmers. "Can I, Father?"

"Sure, Uub. Just be back by supper time!" The man laughed heartily.

"All right!" Goku shouted excitedly, patting his stomach. "I can't wait! Well, let's go, Uub!"

"Kay!" Uub shouted with just as much enthusiasm. The two began to head toward their usual training spot some ten miles west of the village. But they hadn't gone so much as two miles when Goku felt a familiar ki speeding towards them.

"Hey, Uub! Do you sense that?" Goku called, slowing to a halt in midair. He never missed a chance to test his pupil's skills.

"Hmm?" Uub stopped also, and turned to face the direction Goku was facing. "Yeah! Who is it?"

"An old friend of mine!" Goku grinned just as the dark outline of Piccolo appeared on the horizon.


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Oh, and if you're interested, I've made this next little section to explain what all the names and stuff mean.

Kesshin: Literally means 'determination' or 'resolution'. Symbolizes Kesshin's strong will to accomplish his revenge.

Michio: Means 'man with strength of three thousand'. I picked this name because Michio is strong physically as well as mentally. It seemed like a good name for Shinri's all-powerful teacher.

Ryoku: Means 'power' or 'mental power'. This is the type of psychic energy Takanians use to lift heavy objects, hover and fly around, and even create illusions and mind tricks. Think of it as the Tanakian form of Saiyan 'ki'.

Shinri: Means 'psychic' or something close to it. Enough said.

Tanakian: Comes from the Japanese name 'Tanaka' which means 'dweller'. Name of Shinri's race, Tanaka being the planet where he was born.

The Tanakian race is believed to be one of the first races to evolve in the beginning of time. Over the centuries, they developed special psychic powers through years of daily meditation to aid them in everyday life. Most Tanakians aren't very strong physically, but many have awesome psychic abilities that allow them to move and reshape huge landmasses. Tanakians often have contests to put their powers to the test. It is believed that this used to be a way for primitive Tanakians to settle disputes and choose leaders. The climate on Tanaka is usually hot and humid with frequent rainfall. The temperature ranges from 80˚-130˚ Fahrenheit. There is massive, blue-colored plant growth everywhere, making Tanaka a forest planet. All Tanakians have light blue skin to blend in with their surroundings, and most have deep purple eyes. Their hair is golden-brown, and usually smooth. Tanakians usually live about 200 years, so it takes them twice as long to age as it does a human. Therefore, since Shinri is 10 years old in the beginning of the story, he would have the body structure similar to that of a 5-year-old human. That way, when he arrives on Earth 50 years later he would be 60, but only look 30.