Dragonball – Tale 520 "Legends"

A little, fresh Hydrangea plant waved in the wind lightly. Small, green hands came over it, scooping up higher and closer to its stem. These hands belonged to a young Namek'jin, small body was squatting over this plant. His face was tight, his gaze was intent, and his focus was deep.

Then something stirred him. The boy stood up and brushed his hands off against each other, and looked ever at the single house at the other side of the field. He walked, with relaxed posture, to this house.

Around this aged gray half-sphere of a house, were rough blades of blue grass. Sometimes it was short, and sometimes in tufts. Just a few yards beyond this house started a thicket of trees, which stretched all the way around the outer edge of the half football field sized field, which ended with a lake. The waters were lime green and translucent, full of tiny creatures and sunlight. 2 suns actually decorated the sky, making it occasional that night came for any portion of the planet. Usually about 5 hours a week, varying little on your location of residence.

At any rate, the boy had finally come to this dwarf of a home, and stepped into it. Inside were two young Namek'jins which could have been his twins, also wearing light blue shirts with matching pants and teal belts. Sitting in the center was an older Namek'jin. An elder possibly, or soon to be? Who knows. The boy who had just entered sat down next to the other young ones.

"Ah…Heron. How are the Hydrangea's doing?" the elder asked, talking at a very slow pace.

"Fine, Papa. Can we hear the story now?" asked the first boy, who was revealed to be named 'Heron.' His brothers quickly nodded in excitement and agreement.

"Ah, yes…it's time. As all of you were born within minutes, and have all reached the age of two digits, I can share with you that which I have promised for years." Evenly parted on shelves spacing the circular house were three large, old, dust-ridden scrolls. Each young Namek'jin picked one up and set them to Papa's side.

"Heh…eager, are we?" he asked as they sat down again. Papa picked up the scroll set nearest to him and slowly unrolled it onto his lap.

"Now pay attention…once I start, I am going to go through the entire scroll. Don't let your focus drift." he warned. They all nodded together and held their gazes on him. There was a long pause as Papa reviewed the information. And now, he began.

"The following recounts the history of our world known as Namek, starting over 2,000 years ago…

-Chapter of the Great Elder-

1A Great Cataclysm has befallen Namek. Our once lush and full culture is falling apart. Hydrangeas are becoming scarce and I have been searching for water for nearly 4 days now. I don't know if anyone else is alive anymore…

2I am the last one left. The Dragon Clan sent out a child – Their last Scion. He may be able to help if I do not survive…I cannot believe our race may die. However, I have foreseen an end to this drought in the near future. I will pray for it to be truth.

3The Drought has cleared and I have begun reproducing. I have 2 young Children now. I pray for strength to continue bringing more Namek'jins into this world.

-Chapter of Nail-

1I write on the Great Elders behalf, as he grows too old to further document. I am still young, but he has brought 93 of us into this world, and spread out to 7 villages. All of us work hard to restore the Hydrangea. Peace be upon Namek

2The Great Elder has successfully given birth to 125 Namek'jins at this point. I have trained in the ancient arts, and am this worlds only true warrior. May my strength protect the elder, as he has been experiencing terrible foresights.

3We are being invaded by a group of aliens trying to gather the Dragonballs. They have already taken 2 villages. I fear the Great Elders time is near…there is little we can do now…even my power does not match this evil…

With that, Papa rolled up and set down the first scroll, pulling up the next one and quickly unrolling it. The Young ones had all but lost attention, and were captivated by the short but intriguing journal-like entries.

-Chapter of Moori-

1Much has happened…Nail and the Great Elder have passed. The Great Elder succumbed to old age, while Nail assimilated himself into another warrior for a battle. The space emperor known as "Freeza" covered Namek with death and chaos. Heroes from Earth came and stood against him, but all fell until the "Legendary Super Saiya'jin came forward. His incredible power…brought an end to Freeza. Unfortunately, our world was crushed. Thanks to Porunga and "Shenlong" we have been able to find another world, which is a near match for our old one. In another scroll, I have documented the techniques and style of this "Legendary Super Saiya'jin" with the help of a Namek'jin named "Piccolo".

2Having taken up the place of Great Elder, I have chosen to delegate the right to reproduce to the 6 elders before me. Having spread out once again into 7 Villages with 7 Dragonballs, they are allowed to spawn 7 children a year. Soon this New World will flourish with Namek'jin and Hydrangea, which we work hard to cultivate.

Papa rolled up this scroll and set it aside then held the other one up, which was in blue paper, as opposed to brown.

"This…this one is not to be read. It is the scroll of the Legendary Super Saiya'jin. We have no need for such teachings right now…"

"Wait…" Heron stood up, "Is that the end of it all? Is there no more to…our history?" the boy seemed shaken up a bit by much of the tale, but overall fascinated and intrigued.

"Sorry. No one ever added after this, and chose to store them deep and away. That last entry was 1987 years ago." Papa responded as he put them back in their respective displays.

"How did you get them, papa?" Lingote, Heron's brother, stood up, raising his hand to the air.

"Heh, I'm sorry. I forgot to say that Moori…is my fathers fathers father. I took the scrolls at my own leisure…though some didn't like it. But they will never find us here, in our peaceful land. Now, let's go out and play!" Papa led the young ones outside, though turned back in for just a second.

"Something is wrong here…but, maybe I'm just imagining things. I have been blessed with 3 great children…and I will protect them."

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The Original Manga "Dragonball" by Akira Toriyama ended at 519 Chapters. As this is an intended add on to the Dragonball Manga, I carry on the chapter numbers right where he left off. You have to be a pretty solid Dragonball fan to understand much or any of this chapter.