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"Approaching planet Gring Sir, now scanning for life-forms," said a small man whose skin was a dark red shade and his hair as well. Intimidated by his superior he quickly rushed over to start the program. As the advanced computer finished it flashed a notice on the main screen. "Aahhh, looks like its done." Typing a few buttons on the keyboard the computer it started up the report. "Sir the population is 12,000. It seems there is a high PL somewhere on the planet. Most of the population are fighters."
"Good. Lets land then. It should only take a few hours to find this high PL that was read," spoke a tall, sleek blue warrior. His eyes and mouth luminated an eerie red glow. He was a powerful warrior, one of the strongest of his kind and maybe even the strongest in this galaxy. His crew respected him and feared him more than anything.
One of the low rank soldiers proceeded to quickly change the coordinates so as not to make his commander mad with waiting. The small ship tilted slightly and continued forth. Upon hitting the atmosphere it began to shake violently, actually knocking some of the warriors off their feet. "Heh, it seems this planet has a thick atmosphere. Either that or some idiot put in inaccurate coordinates," spoke the leader as he glared at the soldier who was responsible.
Nervously the soldier stepped forth and bowed to his superior. "I'm sorry master, please forgive me," he spoke shakily. His legs shook slightly and his commander could tell.
"Your forgiven.but next time you will pay," he said waving off the nervous wreck of a soldier. Slouching back in his chair he patiently waits for the shaking to die down. A few minutes passes and he becomes impatient. "How thick is this damn atmosphere anyway? I'm sick of waiting, I'll see you all on the ground," he spoke as he stood up and left the ship through a small hatch located on the floor. Exiting the ship he flew ahead, burning up with heat. Whispering to himself he thought * I'm glad that my skin is resistant to extreme heat cause it sure comes in handy *.
Meanwhile on Earth...
"Haha nice catch Krillin. Its almost as big as you," commented Goku to Krillin who had just caught a giant fish. "This lake reminds me of that lake way back that had all the sharks. It was part of Master Roshi's training if I remember right."
"Yeah, those were the good old days. Me and you getting into all kinds of trouble together. Not a care in the world," Krillin commented as he thought of his childhood. Snapping out of it he brought his attention back to Goku who seemed to also be in lala land. "Hey Goku. Lets go train. I need some exercise and we haven't done any intense training in a long time (surprising to hear Krillin wanting to train isn't it?). Goku? GOKU WAKE UP," Krillin screamed in his ear.
"Oh I'm sorry Krillin did you say something," Goku questioned in puzzlement. Surprised by the comment Krillin shook his head. "Oh training.I think that's a good idea. I'm getting kinda rusty. But where should we do it?"
Thinking deeply they both itched their heads. From afar they looked like twins performing the same movements, but up close their were big differences between them. Krillin was obviously a rather short fighter with six dots on his head and a baldie shine. Goku on the other hand was a taller man, his muscles more built than Krillins. Goku's hair was black and spiked up. He wore an orange uniform, as did Krillin. On their uniforms were written Master Roshi, their former instructors name. He had taken them in as kids and trained them, knowing they had potential and weren't like other fighters.
The next day they started their strenuous training. All day they sparred, needing to get back in shape. Goku was surprised that Krillin was so strong. In his spare time Krillin had always trained and was now was the same strength as Goku if not surpassing him. Realizing that he has been so lazy he tries his hardest to make up for lost time. When nightfall came they continued until it was too dark to see. Exhausted they headed home and went their separate ways. When Goku arrived he stumbled through the house and fell asleep before he even reached his room. Krillin was so exhausted that he slipped into Master Roshi's bed unknowingly and cuddled all night, snoring quite loudly.
Back on planet Gring...
Landing the ship the men slowly poured from within and stood saluting their superior (planet Grings time goes by much slower than that of Earths). Approaching his comrades he looked them over, moving from one to the next. "At ease," he mumbles just loud enough for them to hear. "Everyone spread out into 5 groups and each of you bring a scanner (a small robot used to locate specific PLs along with other things). "Yes Sir," they all roared in unison and split up, each going a separate way. To the normal eye they appeared to be incompetent soldiers but in actuality they were well-trained killing men who were more than capable of defending themselves.
Knowing he would most likely beat them to the fun he arose into the air. As he increased in altitude it became harder and more pressure was building. The planet had a high gravity level, which made it hard to move around. Looking down he realized that he was barely off the ground. Astonished, he set himself back onto the ground and realized that whatever creature he would soon fight will have an advantage. This was going to be harder than he had first assumed it to be. But a good challenge attracted these fighters, in fact it was what they did. Unlike Frieza these men didn't enslave people or blow up planets but merely searched for fighters worthy of their skills. "Heh, guess I'm going to have to run this one. But I have a cramp in my leg," reaching down he rubbed his leg, trying to make it go away. "Dammit," he yelled as he brought his fist up and slammed it onto his leg, causing it to go dead. "Oh great now its dead." Gritting his teeth he sat down on the ramp, which led to the inner core of his ship. Staring at his leg the anger built up inside him. He felt it pulsate through his body, slowly making its way to his head. Holding his emotions back he buried them inside him much like he always does when he is clustered with anger or another emotion. With a grunt he stood up and limped back into his ship.
"Get out of here you freak! We don't want your filth around here," yelled a group of inhabitants who has spotted the intruders. They were somewhat frightened and were ready to defend their planet and homes. Knowing that a battle couldn't be avoided one of the soldier's teleported and appeared behind one of the aliens. He picked him up by the neck and snapped it. Astonished, the aliens attacked now furyated over their friends' death. Fists were flying everywhere. Quickly the soldiers disposed of the aliens. "Those aliens put up quite a fight," spoke a warrior named Blake. "I didn't think they were that strong," commented another. "Do you think that they will attack our ship while were gone," questioned Blake. "Most likely but master Tauron is probably guarding it. And they wont even be competition to him," blurted out the biggest of the men, laughing slightly at thinking of them against Tauron.
"There it is. If we get rid of the ship then they won't be able to leave and we can eradicate them all," said the leader of a large group of about 30 aliens. They surrounded the ship and prepared to attack it. Inside Tauron was training in his healing chamber, his leg no longer dead. While training he could faintly sense a few nearby PLs but he thought nothing of it. Figuring that it was his men he just continued to work out. After completing a flip-blast he looked to his left where a window sat and watched as an alien creeped past it. "Looks like I have some visitors, it seems there are around 28 if my senses tell me right. I'll let them have their fun before I interrupt," Tauron said grinning.
"Ready? Then lets attack!" The aliens opened fire on the ship and blasted it everywhere. Some punched while others blasted it. They weren't doing any damage but continued to attack anyway. "Fools. Do they really think they can put even a dent in that unbreakable metal? I guess its time to show them who I am," Tauron said sternly. Rising through an opening in the roof he floated slightly into the air and landed on his ship. Most of the aliens didn't notice him and continued their assault. The Elder of the group stepped forth, waving a hand, which signaled the others to stop. They obeyed and quit attacking. "Who are you alien," questioned the Elder to Tauron. "And why are you here?"
"I am the great Tauron. We are a clan of fighters who enjoy battling and we have come here to do battle with your people. I understand that you are all fighters but I'm not interested in you weaklings. I am searching for a strong fighter. One was read to be on this planet. Bring him to me now," stated Tauron arrogantly. Confused yet angered Dante, an average sized warrior with jade skin like they all had, lunged into the air. Tauron saw this attempt and quickly jumped into the air, knowing that the gravity would push him down faster than usual. Using this to his advantage he came down very fast, exploding through Dante. He landed crouching down and stayed like that, giving the Jades (that is what I will refer these people as) the feeling that he was really that fast and strong, which he was. They all shuddered and mumbled words of astonishment. The Elder seemed less worried than the others. He was a smart man and would not panic so easily. "Y-Yarub, go get Hrane now," commanded the Elder. The Jade Yarub quickly left the group, obviously going to search for Hrane.
"Bastard! You killed him. Now its your turn to die," screamed Blake as he stared at the alien who had killed his friend. "No, he's mine," said the big soldier as he stepped forward. The alien grinned and pushed the others back so he would have room to fight. "NOW," he screamed and faded. The big man looked around for the alien but could not find him. "Where did he go.he's gone," blurted the big man somewhat perplexed. Looking around he didn't notice the alien coming down towards him. "Watch out! He's above you," yelled Blake to his companion. Staring up the big man watched as the alien came down and grabbed a hold of his head, twisting it around. Letting go the alien flipped forward back onto the ground. He stood up and turned around to watch the soldier. "Shit," uttered Blake as he ran towards his friend. Nadreth (the big man) stood still, a gagging sound coming from his throat and his face holding a painting of dumbfounded ness (that has to hurt). His neck was broken and everyone knew it. Blake ran up and caught Nadreth just as he fell back.
Holding Nadreth in his arms Blake wept and watched the dumbfounded look fade, leaving behind a face void of all emotion. His body became lifeless and cold much like Blake's was becoming from the insurmountable anger that was inside him. His PL was rising quite adequately. Standing up he turned and stared face to face with the Jade alien. They gazed down one another, their PLs nearly equal. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhh," yelled Blake bringing his fist up to the Jades face which caused the Jade to go flying for quite a distance. Quickly turning around he attacked the others while the strong Jade was down. Punching at one he clenched the insides and tore out his heart. Lifting it to his mouth he took a bite from it and dropped it to the ground. He was obviously insane with anger and it was frightening to watch.
"Want some more DO YA," screamed Blake to a timid Jade. Punching through his head he turned to face the next opponent. Grabbing a hold of the last alien he picked him up and snapped him in two. Tossing the two pieces to each of his sides he realized that the Nadreth's slayer was standing behind him, still alive and fine. With a crooked grin he turned and observed the Jade pull back his fist in the form of a punch and bring it to his face. Slamming it into Blake's face he flew backwards uncontrollably. Trying hard to stop himself preoccupied him while the Jade flew past him and stopped to wait. Upon collision Blake flew forward and hit the ground, sliding through the dirt. When he finally stopped, a mound of dirt was erected in front and on top of him. Sluggishly he elevated himself onto his feet. "Now its my turn," Blake shakily spoke. Running forward he hurled volleys of blasts at the Jade. Crossing his arms in an X The Jade closed his eyes and took the hits. When the blasts stopped he squinted and faintly saw Blake standing a few feet away, his arms crossed and an evil-ish look on his face. "Your stronger than I had first expected you to be," admitted the Jade. "Thanks, but I don't need your psychological support. But there is one thing that I want from you.YOUR BLOOD," roared Blake. Both ran at each other and collided, locking hands. Blake having arm-wrestled with his crew many times knew how to defeat the opponent. Bending the Jades hands back gave Blake some leverage. Overpowering him he leaned forward and snapped the Jade's wrist then connected with a heat butt. Falling back the Jade held his hand as he sat on the ground, now unable to fight his fullest. Stepping forward Blake laughed in his face and this humiliated the Jade greatly. No one had ever laughed at him. He has always been given the greatest of respect from his peers.
"How dare you insult me in such a manner. And for your insolence you shall pay a price greater than death.SHAME," declared the Jade who was now bent on defeating and humiliating his opponent. Putting his hand to the ground he tore off skin where the wrist was. Aligning the broken bones he put his hand to them. Emitting intense heat the bone fused back together and he stood up. This act shook up Blake and his confidence decreased. He just gazed at the alien and the incredible feat he had just performed. Never had he seen anyone do such a thing. And even worse is that the Jade hadn't shown the slightest sign of pain through the entire process. * I can still beat him. He has taken more damage than me so I should be fine, * Blake told himself trying to boost his confidence back up. It worked, but only slightly. He could still feel his body shake meagerly.
"If that last surprise shook you up, then this is going to make you shit yourself," explained the Jade.
(Well that's it for the first chapter of The Struggle. In the next chapter Blake and the Jade continue there fight. Will Tauron find the warrior he is searching for? All this and more in the next chapter. Please R&R! Thanks for reading my story everyone!)
"Approaching planet Gring Sir, now scanning for life-forms," said a small man whose skin was a dark red shade and his hair as well. Intimidated by his superior he quickly rushed over to start the program. As the advanced computer finished it flashed a notice on the main screen. "Aahhh, looks like its done." Typing a few buttons on the keyboard the computer it started up the report. "Sir the population is 12,000. It seems there is a high PL somewhere on the planet. Most of the population are fighters."
"Good. Lets land then. It should only take a few hours to find this high PL that was read," spoke a tall, sleek blue warrior. His eyes and mouth luminated an eerie red glow. He was a powerful warrior, one of the strongest of his kind and maybe even the strongest in this galaxy. His crew respected him and feared him more than anything.
One of the low rank soldiers proceeded to quickly change the coordinates so as not to make his commander mad with waiting. The small ship tilted slightly and continued forth. Upon hitting the atmosphere it began to shake violently, actually knocking some of the warriors off their feet. "Heh, it seems this planet has a thick atmosphere. Either that or some idiot put in inaccurate coordinates," spoke the leader as he glared at the soldier who was responsible.
Nervously the soldier stepped forth and bowed to his superior. "I'm sorry master, please forgive me," he spoke shakily. His legs shook slightly and his commander could tell.
"Your forgiven.but next time you will pay," he said waving off the nervous wreck of a soldier. Slouching back in his chair he patiently waits for the shaking to die down. A few minutes passes and he becomes impatient. "How thick is this damn atmosphere anyway? I'm sick of waiting, I'll see you all on the ground," he spoke as he stood up and left the ship through a small hatch located on the floor. Exiting the ship he flew ahead, burning up with heat. Whispering to himself he thought * I'm glad that my skin is resistant to extreme heat cause it sure comes in handy *.
Meanwhile on Earth...
"Haha nice catch Krillin. Its almost as big as you," commented Goku to Krillin who had just caught a giant fish. "This lake reminds me of that lake way back that had all the sharks. It was part of Master Roshi's training if I remember right."
"Yeah, those were the good old days. Me and you getting into all kinds of trouble together. Not a care in the world," Krillin commented as he thought of his childhood. Snapping out of it he brought his attention back to Goku who seemed to also be in lala land. "Hey Goku. Lets go train. I need some exercise and we haven't done any intense training in a long time (surprising to hear Krillin wanting to train isn't it?). Goku? GOKU WAKE UP," Krillin screamed in his ear.
"Oh I'm sorry Krillin did you say something," Goku questioned in puzzlement. Surprised by the comment Krillin shook his head. "Oh training.I think that's a good idea. I'm getting kinda rusty. But where should we do it?"
Thinking deeply they both itched their heads. From afar they looked like twins performing the same movements, but up close their were big differences between them. Krillin was obviously a rather short fighter with six dots on his head and a baldie shine. Goku on the other hand was a taller man, his muscles more built than Krillins. Goku's hair was black and spiked up. He wore an orange uniform, as did Krillin. On their uniforms were written Master Roshi, their former instructors name. He had taken them in as kids and trained them, knowing they had potential and weren't like other fighters.
The next day they started their strenuous training. All day they sparred, needing to get back in shape. Goku was surprised that Krillin was so strong. In his spare time Krillin had always trained and was now was the same strength as Goku if not surpassing him. Realizing that he has been so lazy he tries his hardest to make up for lost time. When nightfall came they continued until it was too dark to see. Exhausted they headed home and went their separate ways. When Goku arrived he stumbled through the house and fell asleep before he even reached his room. Krillin was so exhausted that he slipped into Master Roshi's bed unknowingly and cuddled all night, snoring quite loudly.
Back on planet Gring...
Landing the ship the men slowly poured from within and stood saluting their superior (planet Grings time goes by much slower than that of Earths). Approaching his comrades he looked them over, moving from one to the next. "At ease," he mumbles just loud enough for them to hear. "Everyone spread out into 5 groups and each of you bring a scanner (a small robot used to locate specific PLs along with other things). "Yes Sir," they all roared in unison and split up, each going a separate way. To the normal eye they appeared to be incompetent soldiers but in actuality they were well-trained killing men who were more than capable of defending themselves.
Knowing he would most likely beat them to the fun he arose into the air. As he increased in altitude it became harder and more pressure was building. The planet had a high gravity level, which made it hard to move around. Looking down he realized that he was barely off the ground. Astonished, he set himself back onto the ground and realized that whatever creature he would soon fight will have an advantage. This was going to be harder than he had first assumed it to be. But a good challenge attracted these fighters, in fact it was what they did. Unlike Frieza these men didn't enslave people or blow up planets but merely searched for fighters worthy of their skills. "Heh, guess I'm going to have to run this one. But I have a cramp in my leg," reaching down he rubbed his leg, trying to make it go away. "Dammit," he yelled as he brought his fist up and slammed it onto his leg, causing it to go dead. "Oh great now its dead." Gritting his teeth he sat down on the ramp, which led to the inner core of his ship. Staring at his leg the anger built up inside him. He felt it pulsate through his body, slowly making its way to his head. Holding his emotions back he buried them inside him much like he always does when he is clustered with anger or another emotion. With a grunt he stood up and limped back into his ship.
"Get out of here you freak! We don't want your filth around here," yelled a group of inhabitants who has spotted the intruders. They were somewhat frightened and were ready to defend their planet and homes. Knowing that a battle couldn't be avoided one of the soldier's teleported and appeared behind one of the aliens. He picked him up by the neck and snapped it. Astonished, the aliens attacked now furyated over their friends' death. Fists were flying everywhere. Quickly the soldiers disposed of the aliens. "Those aliens put up quite a fight," spoke a warrior named Blake. "I didn't think they were that strong," commented another. "Do you think that they will attack our ship while were gone," questioned Blake. "Most likely but master Tauron is probably guarding it. And they wont even be competition to him," blurted out the biggest of the men, laughing slightly at thinking of them against Tauron.
"There it is. If we get rid of the ship then they won't be able to leave and we can eradicate them all," said the leader of a large group of about 30 aliens. They surrounded the ship and prepared to attack it. Inside Tauron was training in his healing chamber, his leg no longer dead. While training he could faintly sense a few nearby PLs but he thought nothing of it. Figuring that it was his men he just continued to work out. After completing a flip-blast he looked to his left where a window sat and watched as an alien creeped past it. "Looks like I have some visitors, it seems there are around 28 if my senses tell me right. I'll let them have their fun before I interrupt," Tauron said grinning.
"Ready? Then lets attack!" The aliens opened fire on the ship and blasted it everywhere. Some punched while others blasted it. They weren't doing any damage but continued to attack anyway. "Fools. Do they really think they can put even a dent in that unbreakable metal? I guess its time to show them who I am," Tauron said sternly. Rising through an opening in the roof he floated slightly into the air and landed on his ship. Most of the aliens didn't notice him and continued their assault. The Elder of the group stepped forth, waving a hand, which signaled the others to stop. They obeyed and quit attacking. "Who are you alien," questioned the Elder to Tauron. "And why are you here?"
"I am the great Tauron. We are a clan of fighters who enjoy battling and we have come here to do battle with your people. I understand that you are all fighters but I'm not interested in you weaklings. I am searching for a strong fighter. One was read to be on this planet. Bring him to me now," stated Tauron arrogantly. Confused yet angered Dante, an average sized warrior with jade skin like they all had, lunged into the air. Tauron saw this attempt and quickly jumped into the air, knowing that the gravity would push him down faster than usual. Using this to his advantage he came down very fast, exploding through Dante. He landed crouching down and stayed like that, giving the Jades (that is what I will refer these people as) the feeling that he was really that fast and strong, which he was. They all shuddered and mumbled words of astonishment. The Elder seemed less worried than the others. He was a smart man and would not panic so easily. "Y-Yarub, go get Hrane now," commanded the Elder. The Jade Yarub quickly left the group, obviously going to search for Hrane.
"Bastard! You killed him. Now its your turn to die," screamed Blake as he stared at the alien who had killed his friend. "No, he's mine," said the big soldier as he stepped forward. The alien grinned and pushed the others back so he would have room to fight. "NOW," he screamed and faded. The big man looked around for the alien but could not find him. "Where did he go.he's gone," blurted the big man somewhat perplexed. Looking around he didn't notice the alien coming down towards him. "Watch out! He's above you," yelled Blake to his companion. Staring up the big man watched as the alien came down and grabbed a hold of his head, twisting it around. Letting go the alien flipped forward back onto the ground. He stood up and turned around to watch the soldier. "Shit," uttered Blake as he ran towards his friend. Nadreth (the big man) stood still, a gagging sound coming from his throat and his face holding a painting of dumbfounded ness (that has to hurt). His neck was broken and everyone knew it. Blake ran up and caught Nadreth just as he fell back.
Holding Nadreth in his arms Blake wept and watched the dumbfounded look fade, leaving behind a face void of all emotion. His body became lifeless and cold much like Blake's was becoming from the insurmountable anger that was inside him. His PL was rising quite adequately. Standing up he turned and stared face to face with the Jade alien. They gazed down one another, their PLs nearly equal. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhh," yelled Blake bringing his fist up to the Jades face which caused the Jade to go flying for quite a distance. Quickly turning around he attacked the others while the strong Jade was down. Punching at one he clenched the insides and tore out his heart. Lifting it to his mouth he took a bite from it and dropped it to the ground. He was obviously insane with anger and it was frightening to watch.
"Want some more DO YA," screamed Blake to a timid Jade. Punching through his head he turned to face the next opponent. Grabbing a hold of the last alien he picked him up and snapped him in two. Tossing the two pieces to each of his sides he realized that the Nadreth's slayer was standing behind him, still alive and fine. With a crooked grin he turned and observed the Jade pull back his fist in the form of a punch and bring it to his face. Slamming it into Blake's face he flew backwards uncontrollably. Trying hard to stop himself preoccupied him while the Jade flew past him and stopped to wait. Upon collision Blake flew forward and hit the ground, sliding through the dirt. When he finally stopped, a mound of dirt was erected in front and on top of him. Sluggishly he elevated himself onto his feet. "Now its my turn," Blake shakily spoke. Running forward he hurled volleys of blasts at the Jade. Crossing his arms in an X The Jade closed his eyes and took the hits. When the blasts stopped he squinted and faintly saw Blake standing a few feet away, his arms crossed and an evil-ish look on his face. "Your stronger than I had first expected you to be," admitted the Jade. "Thanks, but I don't need your psychological support. But there is one thing that I want from you.YOUR BLOOD," roared Blake. Both ran at each other and collided, locking hands. Blake having arm-wrestled with his crew many times knew how to defeat the opponent. Bending the Jades hands back gave Blake some leverage. Overpowering him he leaned forward and snapped the Jade's wrist then connected with a heat butt. Falling back the Jade held his hand as he sat on the ground, now unable to fight his fullest. Stepping forward Blake laughed in his face and this humiliated the Jade greatly. No one had ever laughed at him. He has always been given the greatest of respect from his peers.
"How dare you insult me in such a manner. And for your insolence you shall pay a price greater than death.SHAME," declared the Jade who was now bent on defeating and humiliating his opponent. Putting his hand to the ground he tore off skin where the wrist was. Aligning the broken bones he put his hand to them. Emitting intense heat the bone fused back together and he stood up. This act shook up Blake and his confidence decreased. He just gazed at the alien and the incredible feat he had just performed. Never had he seen anyone do such a thing. And even worse is that the Jade hadn't shown the slightest sign of pain through the entire process. * I can still beat him. He has taken more damage than me so I should be fine, * Blake told himself trying to boost his confidence back up. It worked, but only slightly. He could still feel his body shake meagerly.
"If that last surprise shook you up, then this is going to make you shit yourself," explained the Jade.
(Well that's it for the first chapter of The Struggle. In the next chapter Blake and the Jade continue there fight. Will Tauron find the warrior he is searching for? All this and more in the next chapter. Please R&R! Thanks for reading my story everyone!)