Disclaimer: Toei Animation, Bird Studios/Shueisha, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation own all three Dragon Ball Series, including all the characters and attacks that appear in them. I do however own a great deal of the non-DBZ canon characters that will be used in the story... in fact all of them (save one). Nuff said.
Oh man. Oh man, oh man, oh man.
Senzai: At last! You will feel my awesome might Tairo!
Okay. Tairo belongs to Lancetree80, and he suggested that I throw his OC and my OC into a story together... And have them do battle! As soon as he mentioned it, I was plagued by the idea... And I had to get it out of my head before I went planters...
Senzai: Don't you mean nuts?
Planters are nuts.
Senzai: Huh?
Oh forget it... Onward to Chapter 1!
Chapter 1: The Seeds Are Sown
----------------Tairo----------------
The sun shone brilliantly, golden rays spilling over a meadow of soft, green grass between two dense woods, a calm stream flowing forth at the center of the meadow.
The relaxing sounds of nature, birds chirping from within the forest, a soft breeze rustling the leaves, and the nearly unnoticeable sound of flowing water filled the air, symbolizing the peace and tranquility of the day.
A young man and a young woman sat beside each other in this meadow, both sitting submerged up to their knees within the shimmering blue water. The young man smiled at her, his pearly whites gleaming at her.
She giggled a little and shook her head. "How is it that someone who eats so much junk has perfect teeth? You must've gotten your teeth whitened or something."
Tairo grinned. "Supreme Saiyajins are immune to rotten teeth!"
"Okay, Mr. Perfect Teeth, if you say so. Still think you whitened them…"
His tail left its place about his waist. "Are you trying to call me a liar?" He grinned evilly as he sneaked his tail around her. "Well… are you Pan?"
She raised an eyebrow, looking at him warily. "Umm…"
"Too late!" He pressed his bristling tail to her neck and dragged it up and down her soft skin lightly. She jerked away from his furry brown tail, giggling hard. Tairo smiled and lightly pushed her backward onto the soft grass, pulling her feet out of the cool water, and started rubbing his tail against the soles of her bare feet.
She started giggling hysterically, writhing and wriggling about, trying to escape Tairo, who kept her pinned to the ground through holding her legs down with his hands.
"Tai…" She couldn't get his name out, giggling too hard to allow speech, and she wriggled with more effort.
"Huh? What's that Pan?" He smiled broadly and lifted his hands from her shins, and started tickling her sides, still rubbing his bristling tail against her feet.
"Stop!" She finally managed, giggling rather uncontrollably.
"So you give up?" He asked, slowly drawing his tail and hands away from her body.
She grinned. "Never!" With a quick shove, she sent him backwards and into the stream, the calmness disrupted as water splashed out in every direction, wetting Pan somewhat. She giggled and got up, standing over the stream.
Just then, two hands shot out and grabbed her ankles, shrieking as Tairo pulled her under. He quickly swam back up to the surface, victory again in his grasp.
"Looks like I win," He said with a grin, "I never lose!"
He looked up, feeling two hands touch down atop his thick mane of ebony locks.
"Nope, I win!" Pan declared, dunking Tairo beneath the water. "I always w— Ah!" She cried, as two arms locked around her waist, yanking her beneath the water yet again.
The two looked at each other beneath the water, their forms distorted by the shimmering water. Tairo smiled and lifted her back above the surface so that only their waists on down remained submerged, keeping his arms locked around her waist. He smiled and slowly leant forward; Pan smiling as well as she followed his motion.
The two drew in close enough and locked lips, immersing themselves in a long, passionate kiss. A few moments passed and they broke apart, smiling happily at each other.
With a playful grin, Pan placed her hands on Tairo's sides, and started tickling him. Tairo laughed hard and loosened his arms from around her, moving away from her hands.
"Bet'cha can't catch me!" She taunted, lowering herself back down into the water, swimming off upstream.
"Bet'cha I can!" He retorted, chasing her up the stream.
---------------Hours Later…----------------
The sun's brilliance long gone from the world, the cloak of night pierced only by the luminous moon, the milky white orb's reflection shimmering in a small lake.
The two Saiyajins sat at the rim of said small lake, a waterfall dumping its content out into the lake, the crashing of water the only sound besides the two Saiyajins conversing.
Tairo sat across from Pan, smiling at her. "Told ya!"
She giggled. "You only caught me because I let you!"
"Sure, okay Pa—" The intense noise of his stomach rumbling drowned out the sound of his voice. He blushed and rubbed his growling stomach. "I guess I'm a little hungry…"
"A little? You shook the whole forest!"
Tairo's became very reminiscent of Goku as he placed his hand behind his head and grinned sheepishly. "I guess I should go back and get our stuff… You want to come with?"
She smiled. "Nah, I'll wait for you here… I like this spot better."
"Well, okay," said Tairo nodding. "I'll be right back." With that, he leapt up, his aura bursting about him as he sailed off into the sky.
She smiled at him as he faded from view, following him until she could see him no longer. "Ah… Today was such a fun day," she mused to herself, wringing the last bit of water out of her silky black mane. She caught the sight of a shadow and looked to the side.
"Who's there?"
Nothing.
She giggled to herself. "I watch too many horror movies." The shadow moved. She furrowed her brow. "What the…"
Without warning, the shadow lunged at her. Pan shrieked loudly but a scaly hand clamped down over her mouth, and Pan faded into the darkness.
The shadow dropped a small note of ransom to the green grass, and he too disappeared into the darkness of night…
----------------Senzai----------------
Gentle steps sounded the approach of a callous monster, the halls of the castle echoing with the soft noise. Moonlight shone through an open window, casting a shadow from the figure onto a closed door.
With a light creak the door was opened, and in crept the shadowed figure. No longer heard were the footsteps, as the monster snaked forth on silent feet. Within moments, the monster was upon a slumbering man, garbed in royal blue silk.
The monster stood over him who lay in his bed peacefully, breathing softly. As his chest rose, a faint cackle escaped the monster's otherwise silent form.
A malicious grin spread across the monster's face as a long, obsidian blade was slowly drawn back. And in one fluid movement sounded only by the separation of head and body, the life of the resting one had been ended.
A quick geyser of a thick red liquid shot of from the neck, and as it began to settle, blood just rushed out of the decapitated form like a river rapid, turning the once snow colored linen sheet a dark crimson.
With a second cackle, the instrument of death was yet again drawn back, now covered in the fresh blood of a slaughtered innocent. The monster turned its back to its deed, and in the blink of an eye nothing stood beside the murdered form.
----------------The Next Morning...----------------
It was a somber day.
The gray clouds had been dull and solemn, a light mist cascading down from them wetting the earth below lightly, almost in grievance for the son it had lost. A large group of people walked forward towards a magnificent palace, gathering inside of its hallowed form.
Silence filled the air, everyone in attendance remaining utterly soundless, the gathering standing in a huge circle surrounding an open casket, the form of a large Saiyajin garbed in black and gold, shoulder pad-less armor filling the mahogany box fully. He was of tan skin, and a graying mane of wild, brownish red locks.
A man of average height stepped forward, his baldhead glistening a bit in the artificial light, his light brown tail wrapped around his waist tightly, acting as a furry belt. Behind him followed a taller man with two small x-shaped scars on his cheeks, his mane of chocolate locks jutting out in all directions.
Both stood garbed in armor similar to the deceased, although the colors were white and yellow, signifying their lower, First Class status.
A third stepped forth from behind them, taking his place affront them. This third stood garbed in black and gold armor with black, angular shoulder pads. This third had been chosen as the deceased's replacement, as it had been designated him the duty of taking the former general's deceased form out of existence.
"The fallen General, Head Guard Serori," started the replacement, "Was in service of the Saiyajin race for the reign of three kings, King Aomono, King Vegeta, and the present king, King Senzaimono. His numerous battles in the name of the Saiyajin Empire alongside that of our king led us into this new era of total control of our Planet Vegeta, no longer Planet Plant. It was through great fortune that he, the most valorous Saiyajins to have ever lived, lived to see our victory over the Tsufurujin. His murder will not be overlooked, and the criminal will suffer the harshest of punishments. And although you were brought down through deceitful means, may you have yet more great battles in your afterlife Serori, bringing more glory to the Saiyajin race in your death."
The replacement raised his fist high, and it glowed a brilliant white. "Farewell, General Serori, Head Guard of the Royal Family for three generations. May I live in such a way that would do your reign as General justice."
With that, he rammed his glowing fist into Serori's lifeless body, the deceased's form slowly burning away, disintegrating into ashes, along with his casket.
----------------Scene Change----------------
Far, far away from the palace, in a forest thick with trees, a young man sat on his knees, his eyes fixated on the ground beneath him. With a snarl, he drove his fist into the earth with all his might, creating a deep groove in the soil. He lifted his face and stared into the dense clouds of green.
An aura erupted about the young man as he let loose an intense roar, his aura making the sound waves visible as they bounced through the air. The grief of losing one so dear to his heart wounded him to the core, like an arrow piercing through a man's chest and puncturing the heart.
The intensity of his anger sent power surging through him, enhancing his flesh, taking his strength to another level. That power awakened by his grief burned his white aura golden, several blue bolts erratically surging through his aura. His hair was uplifted by the greatness of his newfound power, flickering from a deep brown to a radiant gold that shamed the sun. His eyes became glazed over with gold, warping his eyes from chestnut brown to a brilliant turquoise.
As he knelt there in his advanced state, a Saiyajin male of similar age appeared a few feet behind him, his great widow's peak easily resembling the former king's hair.
"Senzai…" said the Saiyajin slowly. He stood shocked and amazed by the king's power, this new power belittling his mentor's. Slowly gathering his wits, he took a step forward.
"Stay back Vejita!" Came the quick yell of the young man. Vejita nodded and remained where he was, moving no closer. "Just go away…"
"As you wish, my lord," said the Saiyajin, "But just don't lose yourself in your grief." With that, his aura burst about him and he took to the sky, sailing off to the castle.
"On my father's grave Serori... Your death will be avenged..."
After those words passed his lips, Senzai sat there in his modified state, his pain no longer touching him.
Serori: I don't like this opener...
Don't worry, its not a part of the "Reenter the Saiyajin" universe, this is the only story in which you die like that.
Serori: Oh... good... Wait! Are you saying I'm going to die a different way!
I don't know if you'll die at all, I might kill off another character, or everyone might live. It all depends on how I feel the story needs to progress.
Serori: That's not very reassuring...
Anyway... How'd you guys like it? Should I keep going with this one? Let me know! Okay, until next time.