This story...isn't written by me alone!! I'm writing this alongside my best friends who are...
The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule and ILoveZarbon397
The raw idea was mine, but both of them helped me to make it much much better and so I thank them! We will be taking turns writing our chapters! It'll be me, then Saiyan, then ILZ397, and it'll go in a circle like that. I hope you all enjoy! Oh, here's the rules about the chosens and their fighters.
1.A chosen and their fighter share a telekinetic bond.
2.The fighter has to be somewhere near the chosen. At least on the same planet.
3.Chosens can see other chosens and any fighter, and vice-versa.
4.There are others who are able to see chosens and their fighters, but they are very rare to find.
5.If a fighter attempts to hurt their chosen, they are vanquished from existence completely.
Chapter
1:
Alex and Bardock
Alex was picked on in school. She didn't know why. She was what a lot of people wanted to be, or so said her parents. Blond hair, blue eyes, passing grades and a great imagination. People just always made fun of her. She was already a freshmen in high school, yet she didn't have a single friend. Not one. One day, she came home, super depressed as usual. She always went outside and hiked every day after school to blow off steam. She head something. Breaking tree limbs. Rustling leaves. A loud thud.
"What the-?!" she exclaimed. She ran to where she heard the noise. A man was laying there, and he was beaten up to a bloody pulp! He had burn marks everywhere, too...
"Ka...ka...r..." he started to say, but then passed out.
This guy needs medical attention! But how am I gonna move him?! Alex wondered. It might hurt him some but...I guess I have to drag him... she quickly took off her jacket and managed to put him on top of it so that sliding him would be easier and it might hurt him less. She had learned to do this in CPR last year. It's a good thing she pays attention unlike the rest of the people at her school! She hadn't gone too far into the woods, so it didn't take long to get home.
"Mom! Dad! We need to go to the hospital!!" she yelled as she came in the door.
"Why?! Did something happen?!" her mother asked.
"Yeah! This guy! Look!" she pointed.
"Are you okay? All I see is a jacket, sweet heart."
"No! Don't you see the man?! He's really bloodied up! He looks like he's been in a fight!" Alex explained. How could she NOT see him?!
"I agree. We do need to go to the hospital." her brother smirked, "The mental hospital. Have you been dipping like the rest of the freshmen?"
"NO! I don't DO drugs! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THE GUY?!" Alex was getting frustrated. She dragged the man into her room. Even if they can't see you, so they don't believe me...I'll help you myself, whoever you are.
Weeks passed by. Alex had the man laid on her bed, and she slept in a sleeping bag on the floor. The guy was still out cold. She was beginning to wonder if he was going to make it. Every morning, she checked his pulse and his breathing to make sure he was still hanging on to that little bit of life that he had. One day, she came home from school, threw her backpack into the corner, and was going to draw when she heard the springs of her mattress creak.
"Where am I...?" the man asked quietly.
"Finally snapped out of it, huh? Good. You've been passed out for almost a month! You're in my house. I'm Alex, by the way. Where'd you come from...?" she asked.
"Huh? I'm Bardock. Wait...what planet is this?" he asked, and tried to sit up.
"No! Don't! You're really beat up! You need to take it easy for a while. What do you mean, "what planet is this"? Earth! What, are you some kinda astronaut or somethin?"
"No. I'm a Saiyan. So...planet Vegeta must've really gotten destroyed..." Bardock sighed, "I didn't help it after all..."
"What's a Saiyan? And I've never heard of a planet called Vegeta before..."
"Saiyans are a warrior race. The best there is." he smirked, pride in his voice, "But I'm guessing that not too many of us survived if the planet was blew up by Frieza...I wonder where Kakarot is..." he wondered to himself.
"Who's Kakarot? A friend of yours?" she asked.
"My younger son."
"What?! You have a son?! ...I should help you find him! What's he look like? How old is he?" Alex was determined to help Bardock out.
"He looks pretty much just like me. He's only...let's see...how old is he...?"
"Hello." a voice said from the doorway.
"What?!" Alex turned around to see a short witch with pink hair,
floating atop a crystal ball. "Who're you?!"
"I'm the
fortune teller, Baba. I've come to explain some things to you."
"How did you get into my house?! And what things?"
"Things like why your parents can't see him." Baba offered.
"What do you mean?" Bardock asked.
"Yeah...no one in my house could see you...that's why you're here instead of in the hospital." Alex explained.
"That is because you, Alex, are one of the chosen. Bardock is the fighter that has been assigned to you." Baba said.
"Chosen...?" Alex wondered.
"Fighter...?" Bardock said quietly.
"Yes. There are five others. There are also other people who can see you, Bardock. One more thing, there is a place where these people are. The Saiyan School. I suggest that you transfer there as soon as you can."
"Well...what could it hurt?" Alex shrugged. She was already tortured mentally on a daily basis. So starting anew could do some good.
"Bardock, there is something that you need to know. If you attack Alex, you will completely be deleted from existence. That is all I'm allowed to tell you. By the way, they told me to give you this." she tossed Bardock a senzu bean, which entirely healed him!! She also gave Alex a piece of paper. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go. I need to tell two others the same thing I just told you." Baba said, and flew off.
"Wait! Come back!" Alex yelled, but it was no use. She was already gone. "So, Bardock, I guess you want some clothes, huh?" Bardock had just been wearing his torn and tattered pants, and Alex wasn't going to undress him. She was only 14 for crying out loud!! "Here!" she handed him some blue jeans and a Dickie's t-shirt.
"Uh...thanks..." he went into the bathroom to put on the clothes. He tossed the old pants into the trash can. "It's not what I'm used to but thanks anyways..."
"Don't mention it! So, I guess we're stuck together, huh? Oh well! Let's see what this piece of paper says." she opened it up and read it. It was a letter.
You have been accepted into the Saiyan School. We will come for you tomorrow morning at your usual bus stop. Be prepared with all items that you will take with you, because you won't be allowed to come back to your home.
"Hm...I won't be able to...come home...?" Alex sighed, "I'm still going, though. I'll see my family again someday!!"
The next morning came quickly. Alex had spent all night packing, getting ready. All she packed was her two pairs of blue jeans, and five shirts. She also packed a pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals.
"Come on, Bardock! Let's go!" she was excited to be going to a new place.
"You sure you wanna do this? I mean...leaving your own family? Without even saying goodbye?" Bardock asked, just to make sure.
"Yeah...Hey, Bardock? You seem tough. I want you to teach me everything you know, kay?" she asked.
"Sure, kid." he smirked.
"Alright then! I'll just have to start callin you Sensei!"
It was raining that morning. She was the first one to the bus stop, not that anyone else was going to show up. Her brother was staying out sick that day. She heard someone approaching her.
"Come with me." A man in a brown rain coat that had an umbrella said to her.
"You from the Saiyan School?" she asked.
"Yes. They're waiting for you." the man explained.
"Come on, Sensei! Let's get goin. A new adventure starts today!" Alex had never been so happy in all of her life.
"Right." Bardock followed her as she followed the man.
"So what's your name, mister?" Alex asked.
"Gohan." (this is Future Gohan) "You're going to like the Saiyan School."
"Gohan, huh? Okay! I hope so..." Alex sighed.
Yeah! Alex and Bardock are going to the Saiyan school! Be prepared to see how The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule and her fighter meet! Next time on Chosens!
