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DBZ-Fan Fic


PROLOUGUE-REBIRTH

A cloaked shadow stood menacingly over the broken body of the earth's guardian. Purple blood laced the marble floors of Kamis Lookout, all spilt from the prior nights confrontation. All spilt for the earth by a Namekians soul. However, his soul was fading; spluttering on the verge of death he could do little to stop the mysterious figure now and he knew the earth was doomed. Like an obelisk the figure stood, as a hideous smile pushed across his arrogant lips he chuckled, his features still obscured by the hood which draped his face. He revelled in his current dominance and strength. It had been years since he had known the pleasure of holding another's life in his hands. At that moment the dawn broke. A crimson sky fittingly framed the scene below revealing, for the first time the true extent of the damage that had been done. The Namekian was riddled with as many rips and tears as the lookout on which he lay. Its foundations had begun to crumble causing it to collapse from within, much like the guardians own crushed bones creaked under the strain of his mangled, bruised flesh. His aggressor on the other hand looked up to the heavens and bathed in the cool glow of the sunlight, taking a deep savouring breathe, exhaling the steamy morning dew into the air. "Why!"

A choked cough broke the silence,

"Why are you doing this?"

The demonic figure crossed his arms and mockingly pressed his boot against the brave guardians head. Then, with passion brimming in his voice he answered,

"I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand this. You see, this our battle to fight! The fact that it is on this putrid, squalid little planet is none of my concern! In fact, I could be the only one left breathing come the end of all this and that would sit just fine with me. So long as that, FILTHY! DISGUSTING! COWARDLY! Tuffle is sent begging into the next dimension by my hand...or by the hand of my brothers!"

Releasing his boot from his victims head he turned with purpose, his robe fluttering in the howling wind. He now looked as if he had sprouted wings as each gust pushed his robe up like a cape. Arms outstretched in triumph he strut victoriously forward, swallowing the world in front of him into his own sense of arrogant pride and self-satisfaction. He was so close now he could taste it! And sure enough within the bowls of the lookout he found his prize. There perched on a satin cushion they lay. Shimmering in what little light could reach them they lay. It was the only thing one could want here...the seven dragon balls. The only visible feature on the man's face now grew into an irremovable smirk which oozed a sickly joy and an indescribable selfishness. Tingling with awe he caressed them. More power than he could ever imagine was now at his fingertips. Anything one may have ever wanted he could now reach out and touch. But only one burning desire fuelled him. It was a feeling that cut to his very core, which pumped through his veins and the veins of all of his kind. He wanted to see the Tuffle die...and die by the hands of a Saiyan!

Coughing out his life the brave guardian grunted in rage. He curled his fists as tight as he could and gripped his fingers into the marble floor. In his anger and in spite of his frailty he was able to dig his hands a good six inches into the ground. Then ripping out the stones he screeched out cursing,

"You won't get away with this! You hear me! I won't let you!"

In agony he stumbled to his feet weighed down by his own pain and trepidation. Regardless though, he trudged on, fearless of his fate,

"You hear me you bastard! I will stop you!"

However he didn't have to go far. A familiar shape reappeared in the doorway directly in front of him. At the sight of him, though holding his own shattered arm dangling perilously by his side, the brave guardian managed a smile himself,

"There you are, fight me coward! I'm still here! I'm still standing!"

His challenge was not helped by the labour in his breath when he spoke

"FIGHT! ME!"

A war cry which would have pierced the courage of many enemies.

The brave guardian had found new strength powered solely by his smouldering hatred. However, his challenge was interrupted by a strange sound. It sounded as if something was rolling towards him. Sure enough as he looked down he saw at his feet the four star dragon ball. Suddenly he was struck by one dragon ball after another, until they had all come to rest in a pile just beneath him. The cloaked shadow emerged from the darkness which hid him and walked briskly towards the guardian. With an outstretched hand he concentrated a yellow beam of energy into a loop. The brave guardian's eyes widened and he quickly switched his stance to a battle position, bracing himself for the impact to come. Raising his arm the shadowy figure released his energy throwing it forwards. With a look up the guardian could see the beam had stopped and begun to hover just above his head. This blast was not meant to kill him! Quickly he tried to avoid it but it was too late! The energy fell around his body and clamped itself around him, pinning his arms to his waist. As he tried to run his attacker shot out one more smaller beam, successfully binding his ankles together. Being squeezed and restrained the brave guardian groaned in agony,

"Sit Namek,"

Said the cloaked man grinning,

"I want you to see this."

Fighting with all his heart the brave guardian tried to free himself, but it was to no avail.

"You are about to witness the rebirth of the greatest warriors the universe has ever known,"

Gloated the shadow,

"So stop whining! You should be honoured."

With that he spoke the words which struck more fear into his victim's heart than any other.

"RISE SHENRON!"

The milky clouds where soon hidden along with the sky, enveloped in blackness. Thunder and lightning became the ominous music of the earth's demise, along with the evil laughter of the one who had brought it to be. Then, with a flash of blinding light the eternal dragon slithered into the sky, towering above all who stood before him. Coiled and winding his body seemed endless. Bowing his head down to the shadowy figure he roared with authority,

"Why have you summoned me?"

"Dragon!"

The shadow replied,

"Grant me my wishes! I wish back to life all those Saiyans who fought alongside me in my squadron, who were not on planet Vegeta when it was destroyed and who remain uninhibited by the desire to live on earth! Only they are true warriors!"

The guardians jaw dropped in horror,

"No! Stop this madness!"

However Shenron remained unmoved his eyes pulsating a blood red,

"And for my second wish!"

Continued the unknown Saiyan,

"I wish back the legendary super saiyan himself! Dragon I command you! Restore my saiyan brothers back to life and summon them here on this very lookout!"

The brave guardian's features had now twisted and contorted in uncontrollable terror, his spine shivered and his heart sank. There was no hope for this world now. Not with these monsters running rampant.

"So it shall be,"

Shenron boomed out his very being radiating with majesty. His eyes then shone in an all to familiar way. It beckoned his success in granting a wish. It had happened! Despite all the blood our noble guardian had shed, IT HAD HAPPENED!

"Your wish has been granted...until the next summoning,"

And with that the dragon dissipated into a ray of light, each of the seven dragon balls rocketing off into the distance like shooting stars. Our noble guardian had failed. He had guarded the earth for no more than a month and he had failed to protect her. Looking up to the clearing sky with tears streaming down his face he cried,

"I'm sorry beautiful earth I have failed you! I am sorry to all those heroes who fought for you in the past and to those who gave their lives for you,"

In anguish he sobbed,

"And most of all I am sorry to you...TRUNKS!"

With that a grey hopelessness blanketed the world and the sky wept with him. As the rain tumbled down beating against his broken flesh he cried one last time,

"I AM HIDIRO OF NAMEK AND I HAVE FAILED YOU!"

The cloaked saiyan approached Hidiro once more,

"So you have a name Namek! Hidiro it would seem. Well Hidiro, there is no shame in losing here; as a matter of fact I praise your bravery. To stand toe to toe with a Saiyan elite is a feat within itself! The fact that you're still alive amazes me."

Hidiro felt his stomach churn in disgust, how dare this beast address him, how dare he arrogantly tote about his failings in such a light,

"BASTARD! I'll kill you!"

He yelled in fury, pressing hard against the bindings which restrained him. They began to bend and buckle. But the cloaked man simply threw back his head in laughter,

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Such fire in you! It is surely what has kept you alive for so long! Hahaha!
It's too bad that all your burning hatred towards me is exactly what I needed in order to make my wish...What! Do you think I'm stupid! I know full well the dragon balls only work while their creator is still alive! FOOL! I could have killed you at any time! But now, thanks to you we will defeat the Tuffle...and we will do it, OUR WAY!"

And with those stinging words still ringing in Hidiros ears the sinister figures of the four resurrected Saiyan's loomed distinctly over his shoulder. Hidiro had heard the stories. He was aware of these Saiyan's cruelty.

"Now Hidiro,"

Said the cloaked saiyan ominously before removing his hood,

"If you have learnt nothing else from our encounter today at least know this..."

He placed his hand onto Hidiro's head and now for the first time, Hidiro could see him. He could stare deep into the eyes of the man, who had taken his precious earth from him,

"You! But you're supposed to be..."

Hidiros voice shook but his last words where cut off by the Saiyan's final lesson,

"MERCY IS FOR THE WEAK!"

Such a chilling lesson put violently into practice! Hidiros skin began to peel and he could feel his insides being torched to ash. In a blinding flash of energy the young guardian was no more, his dying scream still echoing around the lookout as the Saiyan's embraced their new found freedom. Each breathed in their first living breath and could taste war in the air. Their time had come! A new dawn had arisen on the saiyan race! Standing alongside the one who had summoned them, they lived once more! High on freedom and drunk on the ecstasy of battle, one saiyan stepped forwards his long hair fluttering in the raging storm. Then he spoke his first words as a mortal again,

"Today the true Saiyan's...have returned!"


Who is the mystery man? I'm sure your all waiting for this revelation. Stay tuned for the next chapter of Reincarnation!

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