Hero- The Next Generation
Chapter 1 – New Age, New Heroes
WEEEOOOEEEEOOOEEEOOO! The police sirens ring out through the night on the highways of viridian city. 5 police cars are busy with one of the craziest drivers they have ever experienced in years. A white hover car bullets out of their range, slowly pulling away from the police. "Dammit!" The lead policeman says to himself. "This is what happens when people get a hold of racing parts and put it on their hover cars." He grumbles in frustration, slowly watching as the red taillights of his target get smaller and smaller.
"Ahahah!" A young boy laughs as pokes his head out through his open window. He looks in his rearview mirror after pulling his head back inside to get a view of her persuers. "See, babe, we're way too fast for even THEM!" The boy points out as he laughs.
"Yyyeah… I can see that." The girl sitting next to him says nervously. "M-maybe you'd better stop. Tommy, I'm scared! I don't want to go to jail!"
"Babe, we can't go to jail if they can't catch us."
"Oh-ho, they can't catch you, but I sure as hell can." Another voice says. The boy driving the hover car turns to see a world renowned Hero staring right at him. "Pull it over there, Skippy, or I'll do it myself." The Hero leaves behind a red trail of energy, coming from his red flame like aura that burned around his body. He wore a red over shirt and red pants. Underneath, he had a blue shirt on. He had blue wristbands and wide blue elastic belt. Of course, he had matching blue boots to go with it all.
"Tommy, pull over now!" The girl yells at the boy.
"Hey listen to me bitch, he aint gonna do a thing!" Tommy says back to her.
"How DARE you!" The Hero shouts at them. He places his hand on the roof of the car as they fly down the road. He places his other index finger and middle finger on his forehead and they teleport out of sight. They appear hundreds of feet in the air. The car begins to fall. The driver and passenger scream as they fall only a few feet before the Hero appears underneath the car. He holds it up with his right hand, angling his left hand towards the front of the car. He fires an energy blast at the engine, tearing off the front part of the vehicle, leaving the driver and passenger unharmed. They hover back down towards the ground with the Hero holding onto the car the entire time. They are silent. When they approach the ground, The Hero places the car down. "Don't you EVER talk to a girl like that, ever!" The Hero orders Tommy.
"Drake, thank god you're here!" The girl says to the Hero with relief. "He's lost his mind! Thank you for saving me!"
"You're welcome. Come on now, get out of the car." Drake tells them. Quickly, the girl responds to his requests. "You too." Drake tells Tommy who is paralyzed in fear. "Not so much fun anymore, is it?" Drake questions Tommy.
"No…" The driver responds as he gets out of the car. In a few short moments, the police finally catch up to where they were waiting. Drake explains the situation and it is dealt with effectively.
"You're Great-Grandfather would be proud with what you are doing, Drake. So would your father, especially. We all are." The lead policeman says.
"Yup, I'm sure he would be." Drake says as he shrugs. Closer observation now reveals more features about Drake that couldn't be seen before. He has a pair of dark, midnight blue eyes and dark brown hair. His hair was relatively spiky, having several bangs hang in front of his forehead. Drake was about twenty three years old. "But hey, that's it for me guys. G'night. Take care of yourselves." Drake says. With that, he takes off into the sky, leaving his signature red energy trail behind. "Just wish I got to do some of the things he did." Drake mutters. After all, it's a lot to live up to when your Great Grandfather was the Legendary Hero, Kevin. "I wonder what he thinks of me…"
Drake eventually makes it back to a large skyscraper in downtown Viridian City. The city lights tend to go on endlessly. After all, this city was massive. He lands atop the roof of the building and walks towards a door. The door opens and leads directly into his apartment. It was surprisingly nice, to say the least. But no matter how nice it was, it always felt the same. Alone.
Drake lets out a sigh as he removes the top half of his uniform and throws it down onto his couch facing a massive television. He goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a drink and guzzles it down. He looks at all of the pictures he had set up. There was the picture of him and his mom and dad. Then there was the picture of himself and his grandfather, Stanley. Next to that was a personal favorite of his; starting from oldest to youngest, left to right, was Kevin as a Super Saiyan 3, Stanley as a Super Saiyan 2, and Drake's own father as a regular Super Saiyan. His father couldn't have been older than 15 here. "At least we're all Heroes here. Dad… I wish you were still here with us." Next to those, was a framed newspaper of Viridian City's main news. It showed a decimated, smoldering pile of rubble with a headline that sent a shockwave across the world. "When One, Died for Many." Drake's father died saving hundreds of people from a collapsing building. During a final sweep of the building to make sure he had rescued everyone, the building gave way above him. 90 stories of building came crashing down atop him. Not even a Super Saiyan can stand up to those forces.
So this was Drake's routine. Get up, get ready to be the cities super hero, go to bed, all day, every day. "Is this really what Dad, Grandpa, and Kevin did all their lives? There has to be more." He says as he studies the family symbol that was on the back of his uniform. It was the same symbol Kevin had worn and had been passed down from generation to generation. He turns on the television to get his mind off things, but he still isn't spared.
"Tonight, we're discussing the importance of The Hero in our world nowadays. Let's begin." Intrigued, Drake is drawn into the program. "Make no mistake, Drake is an excellent continuation in the Hero Legacy." The news reporter starts off. Drake smiles, pleased to hear this.
"But of course, there is one thing that has yet to happen to him. He has yet to fight any true rivals." Another reporter starts to say. Drake freezes. "The fact of the matter is, he hasn't faced any super powered being like his predecessors. Don't get me wrong; he cleans up the streets exceedingly well. He's a gentleman, he's very intelligent, but he hasn't been tested. Can he really live up to the Legacy like we all think? Or is he just a stepping-stone? His father defined what a Hero was again when he sadly was killed, but Drake needs a challenge." Drake is silent as he watches himself being ridiculed by the news anchor. "Does he even have the morale his predecessors did? The kid has never been met with any real challenges. But if he were to come across one, who is to say he wouldn't snap?" Drake clenches his fist, frustrated at the truth. "And not to be mean, but where's his partner? He has no healer, no sidekick fighter, not even a girlfriend! I tell you, THAT isn't something that goes with the whole heroic idea that his family has established." Click. He turns the television off, sitting in the darkness by himself.
"It's not my fault…" He says to himself.
Elsewhere, another being was watching the broadcast. "I just don't think he has what it takes to be a staple hero. He isn't that role model we all need like before." Click. This new being too turns off the television.
"Then I guess it is time we unleash you then. We'll get them back for what they did to me." The voice is familiar, and can only be personified with another body, Strika. "So what do you say, Krarg? Are you ready to ravish the world with your hellish powers?!" Strika turns and sees his creation. Inside of a large test tube is a dark purple, crystalline creature. The crystal creature was at least 8 feet tall and thick, all the way around. It had no neck, as its head just lay atop the shoulders. Its hands were only three appendages, two big fingers and a thumb. The bottoms of its feet were circular, having no toes or anything. They acted more as hooves. Its mouth hung open with only three teeth hanging out like a hillbilly. It had piercing green eyes that stared back at Strika.
"I was supposed to be the ruler of the universe, what would have been the Strika-verse." Strika says as he approaches the tube, looking on at his monster with his arms crossed talking to himself. "It's been so many years… so many years devoted to making your lives miserable. And if I can nip this next generation in the bud before he makes a family, then the Saiyan race will be extinct. Hmhm." He smirks at his own psychotic thoughts.