Prologue
It was a somber beginning. The headmaster of the Capsule Corps. Nexus warrior's academy at which I was attending had fallen in battle against the leader of the dreaded Cold Empire, and so all of the academy's gangs fought over control of the academy. I was the second in command of the Outsiders gang, the strongest in the academy and we easily took control of the academy. The leader of the Outsiders, Joel, was a level five student, one of the elite. He was like an older brother to me and I looked up to him greatly. I was only at level two at the time, the strongest a human being could become, so Joel said and I was obliged to believe him. That, however, didn't dissuade me from trying to prove him wrong.
Everything was going fine for a few months, until I learned that my 'idol', Joel was selling off the weak human students to the Cold Empire to be used in experiments. Of course I became enraged and confronted him about it. He denied it at first and then upon seeing how adamant I was about finding the truth, he grew annoyed and took out all of his frustrations on me, beating me to a pulp and showing me exactly why he had made it to level five. Then he sold me to the Cold Empire as well.
I was tortured severely and was used for countless tests and experiments over a period of a year, an extremely traumatic experience for any fourteen year old. The countless painful procedures I underwent drained me and decreased my already low powerlevel further. In my weakened state, on the verge of death, I was of no use to my new 'owners', so I was shipped out to an unknown planet and left for dead, the only thing keeping me alive was my burning desire to see Joel pay for what he had done to me. This planet was unknown but far from uninhabited. A peace loving, green skinned alien race found me and nursed me back to perfect health. Although these Nameks, as the aliens were called, were peaceful folk, that didn't mean they were defenseless. They were a lot stronger than they appeared. They were masters of many styles of martial arts and skillful at the manipulation of ki. Under their tutelage, I learned to use ki and strengthened my body with one aim in mind, to defeat...no to kill Joel. After a year of intense training I had surpassed the power and skill required to be considered level five at the academy, proving Joel wrong. It was ironic, because Joel was the only reason I had achieved it. I thanked my teachers and made my way, alone, across the universe back to the academy. For revenge...
I had changed much in those two years. I had grown taller and my already light brown skin had been seriously tanned under the constant Namekian sun. I let my hair grow into a mini Afro and my muscles were much more defined. Also my personality had changed. I was no longer the fun loving, happy go lucky kid that worshipped others. I was a loner, an anti social, confident person who cared about no one and who didn't need approval from anyone else to make him happy. I had a purpose, and I would not be killed before I had achieved it. My new appearance gained me easy access to the academy as a new student and after undergoing the required tests I quickly rose to level five status and was given leadership of the Outsider gang by the new head of the disciplinary squad, good old Joel. With my new gang I wreaked havoc in the school and because of this the new headmaster announced a tournament. The Outsiders versus the disciplinary squad. The tournament came down to a fight between Joel, a Saiyan and me, a 'lowly' human.
It was a somber beginning. The headmaster of the Capsule Corps. Nexus warrior's academy at which I was attending had fallen in battle against the leader of the dreaded Cold Empire, and so all of the academy's gangs fought over control of the academy. I was the second in command of the Outsiders gang, the strongest in the academy and we easily took control of the academy. The leader of the Outsiders, Joel, was a level five student, one of the elite. He was like an older brother to me and I looked up to him greatly. I was only at level two at the time, the strongest a human being could become, so Joel said and I was obliged to believe him. That, however, didn't dissuade me from trying to prove him wrong.
Everything was going fine for a few months, until I learned that my 'idol', Joel was selling off the weak human students to the Cold Empire to be used in experiments. Of course I became enraged and confronted him about it. He denied it at first and then upon seeing how adamant I was about finding the truth, he grew annoyed and took out all of his frustrations on me, beating me to a pulp and showing me exactly why he had made it to level five. Then he sold me to the Cold Empire as well.
I was tortured severely and was used for countless tests and experiments over a period of a year, an extremely traumatic experience for any fourteen year old. The countless painful procedures I underwent drained me and decreased my already low powerlevel further. In my weakened state, on the verge of death, I was of no use to my new 'owners', so I was shipped out to an unknown planet and left for dead, the only thing keeping me alive was my burning desire to see Joel pay for what he had done to me. This planet was unknown but far from uninhabited. A peace loving, green skinned alien race found me and nursed me back to perfect health. Although these Nameks, as the aliens were called, were peaceful folk, that didn't mean they were defenseless. They were a lot stronger than they appeared. They were masters of many styles of martial arts and skillful at the manipulation of ki. Under their tutelage, I learned to use ki and strengthened my body with one aim in mind, to defeat...no to kill Joel. After a year of intense training I had surpassed the power and skill required to be considered level five at the academy, proving Joel wrong. It was ironic, because Joel was the only reason I had achieved it. I thanked my teachers and made my way, alone, across the universe back to the academy. For revenge...
I had changed much in those two years. I had grown taller and my already light brown skin had been seriously tanned under the constant Namekian sun. I let my hair grow into a mini Afro and my muscles were much more defined. Also my personality had changed. I was no longer the fun loving, happy go lucky kid that worshipped others. I was a loner, an anti social, confident person who cared about no one and who didn't need approval from anyone else to make him happy. I had a purpose, and I would not be killed before I had achieved it. My new appearance gained me easy access to the academy as a new student and after undergoing the required tests I quickly rose to level five status and was given leadership of the Outsider gang by the new head of the disciplinary squad, good old Joel. With my new gang I wreaked havoc in the school and because of this the new headmaster announced a tournament. The Outsiders versus the disciplinary squad. The tournament came down to a fight between Joel, a Saiyan and me, a 'lowly' human.