Author: Nadz
Email: vegitto02 at yahoo dot com
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DragonTek (Part I: The Invasion Saga)
Introduction
At the conclusion of Dragonball GT, two events occurred. First, the Son Goku we all know and love allowed himself to be absorbed into the Dragonballs. The reason was that over the course of the series, Goku and his friends had overused the balls, making many 'good' wishes – thus resulting in much positive energy flowing out from the balls while much negative energy flowed into them. This corrupted Shenron, the giant dragon who lived inside the balls and granted wishes. As a result, seven mega-powerful Evil Shenrons emerged, and even Goku and Vegita, in their strongest forms, barely managed to kill them.
As a result, Goku agreed to be absorbed into the Dragonballs so that he would restore the positive energy in the balls and so that he could serve as a watchman – he could keep people's wishes in check.
After that, the episode fast-forwarded approximately a hundred years into the future, where the second event occurred – we saw a futuristic Tenkaichi Budokai (Martial Arts Tournament for the title of 'World's Strongest'), in which we were introduced to a young Goku Jr. and Vegita Jr., who met for the first time as they squared off. During their bout, Goku Jr. was cheered on by his grandmother Pan, while Vegita Jr. was cheered on by his mother, who strongly resembled Buruma, the late wife of the late Vegita Sr.
For the purposes of DragonTek, the author has changed Vegita Jr.'s mother such that she is not a descendant of Buruma (or Vegita Sr.). Rather, it is Vegita Jr.'s father, Gejin, who is of that bloodline.
The main Saiya-jin characters on which DragonTek focuses are: Goku Jr., Vegita Jr., Alena (Vegita's twin sister), and their Saiya-jin cousin, Kenshin. These individuals are the result of four major lineages that were created from the Son and Briefs families, all of which are described below.
Lineage Chart
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Lineage Explanations (This is mostly for reference -- you can skim or skip this if this gets too tedious):
The first lineage: The ancestry of Son Goku Jr.
The passing of generations that led to the birth of Goku Jr. was one with its share of sorrow and grief. Son Pan, granddaughter of Son Goku Sr. and daughter of Son Gohan, broke relations with Trunks and eventually began dating a man named Utemaro, a person whom she thought was trustworthy. During their relationship, Pan became pregnant, but Utemaro refused to marry her. When she insisted on tying the wedding knot, he disappeared without a trace. A jilted Pan soon gave birth to her illegitimate son, Lacto.
Born a sickly infant, Lacto suffered deteriorating health that prevented him from training and achieving even a fraction of the strength his ancestors had possessed. Yet, he did find true happiness in his mid-life marriage to his sweetheart, Euiko, and they shared the most joyous moment of their lives when their first and only son was born. Grandmother Pan had remarked upon how the baby so strongly resembled the legendary Son Goku, and thus the name stuck. Misfortune struck a year later when Lacto fell victim to the fatal stage of his chronic illness. Pan then lived with Euiko and helped her raise Goku.
When Goku Jr. was two years old, Euiko also passed away from an incurable illness.
The second lineage: The ancestry of Son Kenshin and Son Nio
Son Goten, Gohan's younger brother, eventually married a young lady named Parisu. Their son, Akira, married Trunks's daughter, Anita, in a grand wedding. Trunks had decided to divide Capsule Corporation amongst his own children, and thus Anita inherited a substantial portion.
Several years into their marriage, Akira and Anita produced a son, Ichiro, who grew up under the strict and disciplined hand of his parents. During Ichiro's university years, Goten and Parisu passed on. It was not long before Ichiro himself was married to the woman he loved, Megumi. The couple soon had their first child – a boy named Kenshin, a strong youth who grew up with an unusual knack for handling knives and swords. Twelve years later, Ichiro and his wife, Megumi, had a daughter, Nio.
The third lineage: The ancestry of Briefs Vegita Jr. and Briefs Alena
Briefs Trunks, the son of Prince Vegita, married and had two children. The elder was Anita, who eventually married Akira, Goten's son. The younger was a boy named Chomei, who conveniently adopted the slacker tendencies of his father when it came to training and handling Capsule Corporation affairs.
When Chomei inherited his half of the company, he wasted his resources and mishandled them completely – eventually, his share of Capsule Corporation bankrupted and collapsed. Chomei went on to marry, and he soon had a sweet child named Gejin, his only son. Soon after Gejin got married, Trunks, Trunks' wife, and Chomei all passed away. Gejin and his wife, Viyolita, soon had twins – Vegita Jr., their son, and Alena, their daughter. Chomei's wife (Gejin's mother) passed away when Vegita Jr. and Alena were still in their early teenage years.
The fourth lineage: Unknown
Briefs Bra, the daughter of Prince Vegita and the younger sister of Trunks, ran away from home with her "friend" several years after the legendary Son Goku had been absorbed by Shenron. Her parents never found her.
Setting:
The year is now 2300, and more than a century of peace has existed on Earth. The necessity for a superhuman fighting force has disappeared, and only a few care to remember and practice the old style. In fact, during this time, the Earth has been unified under a single Global Government, and its advancements in technology have allowed for a United Earth Military, or the Allied Military, that protects the planet.
The alarming acceleration of technology also allowed for the creation of the Orbital Space Ring, a man-made space station that surrounds the Earth like a hula-hoop or, more precisely, a planetary ring. This Ring, which contains myriad military outposts as well as living quarters for millions of civilians, is deemed as one of the greatest technological achievements of its time. In fact, it even aided the feat of space travel, allowing spacecraft and ships to take off from any of the eight Spaceports located along its circumference.
With such niceties, space missions have increased dramatically, often performed to explore more of the solar system. It is a golden age of human intelligence and a golden age of technological prosperity.
As a result, the training done by the youngest Saiya-jin generation is hardly intense compared to that of their ancestors. Goku Jr. and Vegita Jr., twenty years old, are the best of friends; after all, how many other people can "turn their hair golden?" Their families live in the city of Yokohoma, Japan, and the two young men receive their education at Nihon University. Alena, Vegita Jr.'s twin sister, has grown up to be an attractive young lady who attends the rivaling Japan Science Institute, at the other end of Japan.
Goku Jr.'s distant cousin, Kenshin, is sixteen and can wield a katana rather expertly. His four-year-old sister, Nio, and family live in Osaka, Japan, located two hundred fifty miles west of Yokohama.
As in all times of peace, the citizens of Earth were unaware of the imminent danger. A terrible alien race, known as Radam, would soon spread a cloud of darkness over the populace. Many species had fallen to the Radam on planets in others star systems, and none could resist their vicious onslaught. If only mankind could see what was coming – perhaps it would have been better prepared to accept its doom…
Special Notes:
Words that are spoken are represented by double quotes: " "
Words that are thought are italicized and are represented by single quotes: ' '
In truth, this fan-fiction is a crossover between two anime series – Dragonball and Tekkaman. In Tekkaman, Radam is the alien race that invades Earth. In addition, the concepts of the Global Government, Global Military, Space Knights, Tekkamen, and the Orbital Space Ring are also taken from Tekkaman.
The author has attempted to merge the characters of the two anime in a reasonable storyline. The characters from both series will be described in detail in case the reader has not viewed either of the two.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy DragonTek…
Chapter 01 – Hello, Son Goku Jr.
"Friday is so far away, can I see you before then?" he asked lovingly over the phone.
"You've got to be kidding. I need all the time I can get for this exam," she answered. "Just because you're done with the year doesn't mean I am."
"Ok, miss, I'll let you study, but I'm warning you," he smiled, "the minute, no… the second you walk out of that exam room…"
"Uh huh," laughed the young woman. "It's not going to happen. I'll nail you before you embarrass me in front of all my friends… Goku, I really have to get back to studying; don't worry, we'll see each other when you come help me move on Friday. I love you."
"Yep, see you then," replied Goku, still innocent as the legendary warrior he was named after.
"Baka! You're supposed to say, 'I love you too'," scolded the girl, used to his utter clueless-ness when it came to relationships. He had even forgotten to buy her a present on Valentine's Day. That had taken him a while to patch up things.
"I love you too, Alena," Goku smiled, and they hung up. Minutes later, he heard somebody knocking and thought, 'What now? I still have to finish cleaning up this room.'
"Hey, you done packing yet?" asked Vegita, bright as ever, as he stood in the doorway.
"No man, come in and look around. There's a whole bunch of stuff left."
"You probably should have gotten your act together last night instead of partying at Keisuke's. Besides, my parents are bringing the truck here in an hour to pick up our stuff."
"What! I thought you said that they're coming this afternoon. It's only ten in the morning!"
"Yeah, but it's going to rain pretty hard later in the day, so they wanted to come before then."
"I guess I need to find a way to get all this stuff ready quickly."
"No, what you need to do is set your priorities straight," Vegita laughed.
"Yeah, why don't you stop preaching me and help me clean some of this up?"
"I would, but I have to take care of some stuff before they get here. I'll see you at lunch. Later."
"Yeah, thanks," muttered Goku as he closed the door. He plopped down on his bed and reached underneath, bringing out a small box. Taking off the lid, he pulled out the four-star Dragonball, which he had found over ten years ago when he went on his quest for "the Dragonball."
Goku studied it again, wondering if the strange power it supposedly possessed was really legit; after all, he had never actually seen Shenron. Pan had warned him never to use the balls unless he absolutely needed them, and the century of peace on Earth had eliminated any necessity to search for them.
'Man, I wish I could use this thing to clean up my room.'
The large starship made a slow descent onto the lunar surface. Towers of great heights extended from its top, while eerily shaped branch-like extensions protruded from the side. The ship quickly settled itself on the ground; from afar, it looked more like a hideous nest than an actual vessel. Inside, the ceilings were covered with a mass network of purple pods, and the walls were crawled by thick green vine-like tree trunks that themselves hosted purplish pink pods filled with glowing, viscous plant discharges. The interior would have been completely dark had it not been for the silent, soft glow emanating from the pods.
In the main chamber of the ship, a structure resembling a throne was situated between two thick trunks, both ten meters wide. The floor consisted of solid metal, and in its center rested a circular dais.
Standing in front of the throne, Tekkaman Omega, the Radam Warlord, waited patiently for his new set of warriors to hatch. Organic tubes connected to him and nourished his dark blue, armored form with the pinkish juices from the venomous plants living throughout the ship; it would only be a matter of time until he would be completely energized and physically mobile. For the time being, however, his brainpower was all that was needed for a successful strike. With his menacing eyes glowing scarlet red, he contemplated about the first move to be made against the unsuspecting population on Earth.
"… So, what did you think of your semester?" asked Viyolita, Vegita's mother, with a smile as she served Goku a slice of their favorite jalapeno pizza. The boy drooled upon seeing the hot mozzarella cheese stretch and the drops of orange grease roll down the slice. He loved food, and they all knew it.
"I think it went okay. I'm just glad that it's over," he sighed happily.
"Yeah, Goku even had some post-finals fun last night to celebrate," said Vegita with a wicked smile, and Goku shot a glare at him. Vegita snickered before taking a bite into his own tasty slice.
"Did you both continue your training?" asked Gejin. The father was showing signs of aging; after all, he was about fifty years old. He stood at approximately five feet, four inches, and he was rather built.
However, his semi-stocky body was usually hidden under the dress clothes he normally fashioned. Many a woman had found him to be a nice-looking character; his short, spiky hair and unique clean-shaven chin were several of his many features to which his wife had been attracted. She also learned about his powers soon after they had started dating seriously. He was one of the few that had continued to learn the old style of his ancestors, and he would be devastated if his children didn't master the art.
"Dad, please, relax," replied Vegita, feeling another lecture coming. "We're still working out."
"I hope so," sighed Gejin, who had never experienced the suffering his ancestors endured. He could only imagine the enemies Prince Vegita had fought – Freeza, Cell, and Maajin Buu to name a few. His greatest fear was that he would not be able to defend Earth if a monster of that strength were to arrive.
'Why am I worrying so much now? Let me enjoy eating with my son,' he thought, relaxing the wrinkles on his forehead. 'But I do feel something strange. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid…'
After finishing lunch, the two parents moved their son and Goku back into their respective homes.
Later in the day…
"Damn!" howled Goku as he held his nose.
"You were careless; you let me get in that punch! Perhaps this gravity is too much for you," snickered Vegita, reducing the gravity level in the chamber to a hundred times Earth's normal gravity.
"Don't baby me," muttered Goku as they assumed a stance. Staring each other down, they waited for the other to make the first move. Goku lunged at Vegita, who easily dodged and lashed out with a kick, blocked by the former. Goku stepped forward to punch, but Vegita appeared behind him and knocked him to the ground with a roundhouse.
"You've really slacked in your training. Your grandmother is going to be disappointed," teased Vegita. "You know, I bet even my sister can take you down when she comes back home in a few—"
"Oy!" he yelled as Goku's sudden attack plowed him into the floor.
"Now who's being careless?" snickered Goku. Both continued their fun…
Goku returned home and walked up the stairs to greet his grandmother the second time that day. The first was when Vegita's parents had brought him home. Pan was so ecstatic upon seeing her grandson after so many months she hugged him like a bear, almost breaking his back. Goku grinned as he entered.
"Grandma Pan, how are you feeling?" he asked, frowning in concern as he sat at her bedside. Pan could see the worry in his eyes; he knew that she was on her last years and that her physical condition had begun to deteriorate. She had always told him that she was feeling quite healthy, but he soon had become sentient to her health. Pan was all Goku had for family, and she had raised him with great love and caring.
"Tired, my dear. Did you have fun sparring with your friend?" smiled Pan, proud at his efforts.
"Well, he got the better of me at some points, but I evened it out by the end," he mischievously smiled, knowing Vegita had won overall. Soon, Pan coughed. It was a normal cough, but it worried him.
"Obaasan (grandmother), do you want something to eat?" he asked eagerly.
"I think I should be fine, my child," she replied in a weakened voice. "You shouldn't worry too much about me, Goku. I'm a strong woman; I have a lot of energy."
"I know," he replied, "but your eyes tell me that haven't had much sleep."
"Well… yes, I have been uneasy for several days now," she confessed. "It's a strange feeling I've been having. It's something I haven't felt for a long time."
"Obaasan, I've also been feeling a bit strange during the past few days," he agreed, straightening his shoulders. "I didn't think it meant anything, but if you're feeling it too…"
"Something could be coming," her voice slightly wavered. "Something that would disturb the peace we have all been enjoying for so long. I knew these good times wouldn't last forever."
"I think we're just edgy and getting ahead of ourselves," he replied calmly, seeing her yawn.
"Goku, if something happens, know that it will be up to Vegita, Alena, Kenshin, and you to protect the people of this planet. You must take great pains in order to make sure that you all stay alive and healthy. Don't forget, you have to continue the Saiya-jin lineage of your forefather, Son Goku. Vegita, Alena, and Kenshin will have to be responsible for maintaining Prince Vegita's line as well," she started to go on, and Goku waited patiently for her to finish. "You all must survive and stand together…"
Goku smiled upon seeing the elderly woman slip into a peaceful sleep. He quietly got up from the bed and pulled the covers over her. With a quick kiss to her forehead, he turned off the lamp and tiptoed out of the room. Entering his own room, he spread out on the bed, pondering over what his grandmother had been saying. A sudden urge overcame him, and he picked up the phone and dialed his favorite number.
"Hello?" a tired female voice squeaked over the line.
"Hey," Goku said, contorting his face. 'Man, what was I thinking, calling her this late?'
"Goku," Alena sighed at the other end, "I love talking to you, but I really need to study this stuff."
"Alena," he said, nervously wrapping the wire around his hand. "I think this is important."
"Ok, what is it?" she asked, yawning.
"Alena, you know that we can share things very openly with each other," he stated softly.
"Of course," came the sententious reply. Goku could hear her flipping a page in the background.
"Well, I guess it's nothing," he said, feeling stupid at having bothered her.
"Wait, you can't do that," she said, giving him her attention. "Just say what you wanted to say."
"Alena, I've been having this strange feeling recently. I really don't know what to make of it," he said, his voice sounding confused. "I've been feeling it for a few days."
"We all feel strange and uptight around the finals period," she said.
"No, it's not that," he explained. "Pan-obaasan felt the same thing as well. I just wanted to know if you've been feeling kind of weird in the past few days. Weird, I mean, with your 'chi' and all."
"Ok, Goku," she said, sliding her book away as she lay out on her own bed. "I'll admit, I've also been getting some strange vibes. I didn't think much of it either, but if three of us are now feeling it… then… well, I don't know."
"It's okay," he said, frowning. "Anyway, sorry to bother you. Good luck on your finals."
"Thank you, koishii (beloved)," she smiled. "I'll see you on Friday."
"Of course," he felt a grin on his face. "Because I'll be waiting outside your exam room and—"
"Good night, Goku," she laughed softly.
"Good night," he replied, and Alena hung up. Goku switched off his phone and stared at his ceiling for several minutes. Turning off his light, he closed his eyes and drifted into a long, deep sleep…
"Chief Freeman, everything seems to be a-okay," Noal radioed from the Blue Earth, the fighter-craft-space-ship built and used by the Space Knights. It was a widened and toughened version of an Air Force Fighter except that it possessed several chambers, including an airlock and a cockpit that could seat five people. It had needed a tune-up, and Honda, the portly Space Knight engineer, had given it just that.
The Space Knights, as an organization, were owned privately and were created specifically for research on advanced space technology and weaponry. As people, the Space Knights were a motley crew. Their core members spanned five individuals – Noal Vereuse, Aki Kisaragi, Milly, Levin, and Honda – and their leader was a man named Heinrich von Freeman. At thirty-five years of age, Freeman was a humane and wise leader who cared for the safety of his team. He disliked the brass of the Allied Military, whom he viewed as power-hungry and selfish. Now, standing in the Mission Room of the Space Knight Command Center, he looked at the large, IMAX-like view-screen looming before him, showing Noal's face close up.
"Looks good, Noal. Why don't you bring her back in? You've had a long day today," replied Freeman. Noal was the chief pilot of the Space Knights. Despite his blond mullet, he managed to attract the attention of many women due to his smooth face and blue eyes. To top it off, he was quite intelligent, which allowed him a spot within the group in the first place. He also thought a mite highly of himself.
"Aki Kisaragi, what more could you want than a sexy blond like me cruising through the sky… in the fastest ship on the planet?" he chuckled as he winked over the video transmission. "Now don't be shy."
"You forgot to mention 'brilliant'?" laughed Aki, the pretty ship navigator. Standing at five-foot-four, the Japanese American lady had a rounded face, sweet looks, and an attractive figure that Noal liked.
"Come on, now that would be bragging," joked Noal, piloting the craft back towards the base. He relaxed his back and began to whistle his favorite tune. His melody was cut short as something blurred by.
"What the hell was that?" he blurted as he swerved just in time to avoid the object.
"Noal, watch it. It's circling around behind you," warned Freeman. "Turn!"
"I got a better trick!" he replied cockily. He dropped in elevation and swiftly inverted the engines, and the hideous object came into view as he went into reverse. It was large and green with yellow talons.
'What in the world?' he whispered in his mind as he tightened his grip on the controls.
"Commander, this thing is huge, and it's alive," his voice strained from yelling.
"I see it, Noal. That looks like a giant… bug?" blurted Aki, watching the view-screen with full attention and concern. "Noal, you better move! It's headed right for you."
"You got it," he replied, maintaining his reverse direction as the creature pursued him. "It looks like the cross of a spider and a crab. What the hell is this bugger? Where'd it come from— Woah!"
The bugger suddenly released a stream of red juice from its jaw, grazing a part of the Blue Earth's main fin and causing part of it to sizzle. Noal maneuvered the craft and fired laser shots at the creature. He watched as it plummeted to the ground below and exploded into a pool of lavender colored viscous ooze.
"Jesus, that was close," Noal sighed in relief, wiping the solitary drop of sweat on his forehead.
"Noal, are you okay?" asked Freeman concernedly.
"I'm just fine. The ship got nipped a little, but there's not much damage at all."
"Good. Then I want you to land and get a sample of the remains of that thing."
"Yes, sir. I just hope that thing down there is really dead."
Back at the base's laboratory, Levin, the chief scientist (and also a homosexual transvestite), had already begun to examine the bugger's purplish ooze. He was a tall skinny male with short red hair and bangs that covered his forehead. His face was rather pale, and he sported maroon lipstick and overalls.
"I've never seen anything like it before. It doesn't even have a normal cell structure, although its genetic material might resemble DNA," he said as he examined the data output from the computer.
"Is it from Earth?" questioned Aki, placing her right hand on her hip.
"I don't know. It doesn't seem like it could have evolved from any organism on this planet," he answered. "This would be our first encounter with alien life, wouldn't it?"
"Perhaps," replied Freeman. He remembered having read about some strange occurrences that took place well in the past – over a century ago, strange spherical pods had crashed in a Japanese city. Other mysterious ships had also been discovered, but no extraterrestrial life forms had ever been found.
Although he didn't know it, he had been referring to the pods in which the Saiya-jins Nappa and Prince Vegita had arrived when they came in search of the Earth's Seven Dragonballs, which had been created by the Earth Guardian at the time, Kami. Yet, many years later, Kami was replaced by Dende, a being from the same alien race known as Namek-jin. In addition, other aliens had existed – Son Goku and his brother Radditz themselves. Thus, extraterrestrials had undoubtedly set foot on Earth; however, only a handful of people, mostly the Z-warriors from the past, had known about their presence. Freeman didn't.
"Ok, everybody, we'll continue this examination tomorrow. Now go get some sleep," the Chief sighed as he propped into a chair, relaxing after having been on his feet for the past two hours straight.
"With pleasure, sir!" said Noal happily as he flashed the man a smile.