Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT. I own original characters in this story.
(This takes place 1 year after the last episode of Dragonball Z.
Remembering the Past,
Reclaiming the Future.
Part 1: Gathering Storms
Prologue
The lone figure stood in stark contrast to the mountain around him, standing on the tip of the jagged peak. He did not look like the rest of the population of the blue planet, his skin green and antenai jutting from his forehead. A white cape flapped behind him in the chill wind as he concentrated on things far away from him. 'They are coming.' he thought to himself, 'I know they are. It's only a matter of time.' The Namekian, former guardian of the Earth, launched off the mountaintop, heading toward the lookout high in the skies to seek advice.
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~(2 weeks later, Capsule Corporation HQ)~
The gravity chamber in the back of the Capsule Corporation building thrummed with strain as it was pushed to it's limits to hold the person inside. The door finally hissed open after about ten more minutes of the strain and a loud shout could be heard coming from the opening. "WOMAN! FIX THIS DEVICE OF YOURS RIGHT NOW!"
Another, almost routine sounding shout could be heard from inside the building itself. "I'LL FIX IT IN A MINUTE! JUST WAIT FOR A LITTLE WHILE!"
Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, a now almost extinct race of beings, stepped out of the gravity room door, grumbling to himself. "Stupid woman....should have servants for this....stupid baka Kakarott and Uub......." He walked down the ramp, still muttering, into the back door of Capsule Corporation, where he was assaulted by none other than a teenage Trunks.
"Hey dad! Why don't you train with me for a little while?"
"I don't have the time, nor the patience to keep my power suppressed for you, brat! Now out of my way!" With this said, he roughly pushed his son aside and continued down the hallway, leaving a blinking Trunks in the background.
"I wonder what his problem is..."
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~(Dende's Lookout)~
All was peaceful on the Lookout, Mr. Popo was watering his flowers while Dende stood on the edge in meditation. "I still don't sense what Piccolo was talking about. I don't feel anything at all." By this time, Dende was thoroughly frustrated by his inability to sense the danger that Piccolo said was coming. "I just don't get it! You'd think that since I'm guardian, I'd be able to sense this!" He hit his staff on the tiles as evidence of his frustration.
"Don't worry Dende, I'm sure you will soon." The always mild voice of Mr. Popo came from behind him.
"I know, it's just so frustrating!" Dende turned to look at Mr. Popo, calming down. "I just hope I can sense it before we're in too much danger. Say, maybe I should contact Goku!"
"I don't think it's that drastic yet. Let's wait until we know what we're facing. Maybe it's not serious at all."
"Then why would Piccolo even say something? You're right, though. We should wait to see just what we're up against." He turned back to the edge, closing his eyes and concentrating once more. "I just hope that we're not too late to stop it if it's serious."
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~(Space, en route, Battlecruiser Equinox, Bridge)~
The figure clad in gray battle armor bowed to the man on the throne ahead. "Your Majesty, please allow me the honor of destroying these pests myself."
The man on the throne grinned. "Yes, I think that an excellent idea! Exterminate them, make sure that they cannot interfere with my plans like they did that of Frieza's. It will save me the trouble of doing it myself. Go, purge the planet of the Saiyan threat. Make sure they can not interfere. If neccesary, if they are too strong, find other ways to do it. You are dismissed." He waved a hand, a signal to leave.
The figure raised her head slightly, cold blue eyes meeting those of the man. "I will do as you desire." She then turns sharply on her heel as she rises, strait, dark red hair swirling behind her as she walked from the room.
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(Author's Notes: I FINALLY RETURN! This story will hopefully hold my interest longer. Expect the next chapter soon. I know it's kind of short, but I'll try to make it longer. Please do review. Why you should, I have no idea, but it would make me happy! If that's not good enough for you, you can do it to get cool numbers of reviews on your review counts. Or just to post your name in one more place so that more people will have a chance of looking at it and reading youir own stories. Bye!)
(This takes place 1 year after the last episode of Dragonball Z.
Remembering the Past,
Reclaiming the Future.
Part 1: Gathering Storms
Prologue
The lone figure stood in stark contrast to the mountain around him, standing on the tip of the jagged peak. He did not look like the rest of the population of the blue planet, his skin green and antenai jutting from his forehead. A white cape flapped behind him in the chill wind as he concentrated on things far away from him. 'They are coming.' he thought to himself, 'I know they are. It's only a matter of time.' The Namekian, former guardian of the Earth, launched off the mountaintop, heading toward the lookout high in the skies to seek advice.
...........................................................(Episode 1: The wind brings the whisperings of evil...)...........................................................................
~(2 weeks later, Capsule Corporation HQ)~
The gravity chamber in the back of the Capsule Corporation building thrummed with strain as it was pushed to it's limits to hold the person inside. The door finally hissed open after about ten more minutes of the strain and a loud shout could be heard coming from the opening. "WOMAN! FIX THIS DEVICE OF YOURS RIGHT NOW!"
Another, almost routine sounding shout could be heard from inside the building itself. "I'LL FIX IT IN A MINUTE! JUST WAIT FOR A LITTLE WHILE!"
Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, a now almost extinct race of beings, stepped out of the gravity room door, grumbling to himself. "Stupid woman....should have servants for this....stupid baka Kakarott and Uub......." He walked down the ramp, still muttering, into the back door of Capsule Corporation, where he was assaulted by none other than a teenage Trunks.
"Hey dad! Why don't you train with me for a little while?"
"I don't have the time, nor the patience to keep my power suppressed for you, brat! Now out of my way!" With this said, he roughly pushed his son aside and continued down the hallway, leaving a blinking Trunks in the background.
"I wonder what his problem is..."
..............................................
~(Dende's Lookout)~
All was peaceful on the Lookout, Mr. Popo was watering his flowers while Dende stood on the edge in meditation. "I still don't sense what Piccolo was talking about. I don't feel anything at all." By this time, Dende was thoroughly frustrated by his inability to sense the danger that Piccolo said was coming. "I just don't get it! You'd think that since I'm guardian, I'd be able to sense this!" He hit his staff on the tiles as evidence of his frustration.
"Don't worry Dende, I'm sure you will soon." The always mild voice of Mr. Popo came from behind him.
"I know, it's just so frustrating!" Dende turned to look at Mr. Popo, calming down. "I just hope I can sense it before we're in too much danger. Say, maybe I should contact Goku!"
"I don't think it's that drastic yet. Let's wait until we know what we're facing. Maybe it's not serious at all."
"Then why would Piccolo even say something? You're right, though. We should wait to see just what we're up against." He turned back to the edge, closing his eyes and concentrating once more. "I just hope that we're not too late to stop it if it's serious."
..............................................
~(Space, en route, Battlecruiser Equinox, Bridge)~
The figure clad in gray battle armor bowed to the man on the throne ahead. "Your Majesty, please allow me the honor of destroying these pests myself."
The man on the throne grinned. "Yes, I think that an excellent idea! Exterminate them, make sure that they cannot interfere with my plans like they did that of Frieza's. It will save me the trouble of doing it myself. Go, purge the planet of the Saiyan threat. Make sure they can not interfere. If neccesary, if they are too strong, find other ways to do it. You are dismissed." He waved a hand, a signal to leave.
The figure raised her head slightly, cold blue eyes meeting those of the man. "I will do as you desire." She then turns sharply on her heel as she rises, strait, dark red hair swirling behind her as she walked from the room.
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(Author's Notes: I FINALLY RETURN! This story will hopefully hold my interest longer. Expect the next chapter soon. I know it's kind of short, but I'll try to make it longer. Please do review. Why you should, I have no idea, but it would make me happy! If that's not good enough for you, you can do it to get cool numbers of reviews on your review counts. Or just to post your name in one more place so that more people will have a chance of looking at it and reading youir own stories. Bye!)