The Preamble:

Hello there, I'd like to start of this introduction with a thank you. Thanks for giving this a chance.

Now with the thanks out of the way I'd like to explain what you'll be reading. I'm a big fan of both Dragon Ball (insert obligatory phrase here) and Akira Toriyama. (Neither of which I own) That being said, this fanfic will be spending less time on the established canon and going on it's own way. I'll be exploring ideas that I found interesting with new characters.

The story will be focused less on the fantastic fights that Dragonball is, more or less, known for and instead try to focus on the completely, totally, undeniably, uber, cool, and totally awesome, new characters. But in all seriousness I'll try to keep the Oc's far from Mary Sue territory and try to make them as enjoyable as possible.

I'm an aspiring author and not yet a professional (Whatever that means), so I do apologize for any and all mistakes I am bound to make.

Once again, thank you.

(Doc manager is weird. The story begins here)

On the distant planet Karela, life continues unperturbed. The fierce but ultimately doomed Kara-jin race fatally unaware of the three pods racing towards the lush celestial body.

The Kara-jins were not strangers to invasions from would be conquerors, they even relished the challenge. They found the fights exhilarating, a worthy challenge for the undefeated defenders of Karela.

The average Kara-jin was blue skinned and muscle bound, fang filled snouts and broad horns. Their greatest fighter revered as a king would be the first to teach any invader why Karela was still owned by the native race.

But despite their natural ferocity only honed by a lifetime of fighting and training, they had the absolute misfortune to be the target of Emperor Arbiter, a powerful figure with the Majuur Band on his payroll.

The small crew, relatively new, made a profit by conquering and selling planets in Frieza's absence.

The pods landed as gracefully as always, destroying a few acres on impact. The three pods were not missed as they entered orbit and were immediately greeted by what equated to be a small army of Kara-jins, each hoping for a crack at the alien invaders.

The pods had landed in one of the few clearings at the base of a mountain. At the head of the sizable body of blue bodied fighters stood the current warrior king. A head taller than any other Kara-jin there. Silently eyeing the pods, waiting for whoever was foolish enough to try and take his planet to exit and fight him.

Only a single pod on the far left opened, a saiyan not nearly as strapping as the kara-jins stepped out. His youthful eyes, scanned the crowd, letting his eager grin encompass his face. His typical saiyan hair was pulled back and held high in a spiky tail with several bangs falling into his face. He wore no gloves, baggy grey fighting pants tucked into white boots, and shoulderless battle armor.

A moment passed before the Kara-jins erupted into laughter. This Saiyan, who went by the name of Wiki, was certainly not the first to try and conquer this planet. In a sound equivalent to barking, the warrior king gave permission to the fighters to take their shots at the Saiyan invader. He wouldn't waste his fighting prowess on an ape.

A Kara-jin close to the front, lept forward fist cocked. He had made a bet that he could kill the ape in less than five minutes.

Wiki watched the blue alien leap forward, his body outlined by the planet's sun. Even from the crater he was standing in, the group's massive ki covered him, each individual slightly different. Even the Kara-jin, who to Wiki's fighting brain seemed almost suspended in air, had a sizable power level.

But it ultimately didn't matter.

The entire group were stunned as the warrior who had leapt to attack the Saiyan was knocked miles behind them, dead instantly. And in his place, in midair, was the Saiyan invader, fist forward and battle in his eyes.

It was nothing for Wiki to move at speed beyond what one could see, in this particular moment it was nothing but a warm up attack.

But the surprise was short lived, shock replaced by the eager anticipation of a hard battle. Blue blurs shot off the ground towards the falling saiyan, each of which were sent flying in a multitude of directions.

By the time Wiki had landed, he had already defeated a dozen Kara-jins. Wiki, landed on his feet, adopting the battle stance Majuur had taught him. The young Saiyan had spent the last 5 years training under the leader of the band, his power multiplying dramatically. The 13 corpses he just sent flying were proof of his growing strength.

Only a second passed before another dozen swarmed him, these were stronger than the last dozen. As the battle went on, his opponents became stronger, far more durable.

But in an instant it stopped. The Kara-jin king, held up his hand, signaling that he was going to spar with invader. The massive alien took slow steps towards the Saiyan, the tension building with each surprisingly light thud.

Wiki waited for the Kara-jin to adopt his pose before striking a stunning kick to the Kara-jin's surprisingly resistant stomach. The King seemed stunned for a moment before, grabbing Wiki's muscled calf and throwing him into the base of the mountain he landed near.

The impact hurt more than the Saiyan thought it would. Prying himself from the stone he shook his head, dirt and dust flying off in both clouds and chunks. This might be an actual challenge.

In an instant Wiki, the Saiyan invader, was in front of the King, his hands and feet a blur. But so were the King's. He was matching Wiki's current speed and strength blow for blow. But within a minute the King found himself overwhelmed, the Saiyan had stopped holding back and was now moving at speeds the King could barely acknowledge.

A punch would strike him in the stomach, not a moment later a kick would hit him in the cheek, then a blow to the side, then a kick to the stomach, and so forth. The Kara-jin took each blow though, waiting for an opening of his own. And when he found it the Wiki felt it.

The young Saiyan was knocked back, winded but relatively fine, after a solid blow to the stomach. The rest of the Kara-jin's had backed up to give the two fighters their space. Not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

Both warriors eyed each other, grins spreading on their respective faces. The King enjoying the battle, Wiki enjoying his warm up. But the sound of another pod hissing open, interrupted both fighter's focus.

Wiki watched curiously as his ally flew off, leaving behind a tail of red aura. The king barked and a sizable portion of the Kara-jin warriors chased after.

Wiki turned his attention back to the the King, who had dashed forward, throwing punches at mach speeds. Wiki peddled backwards, dodging each punch with relative ease. But the aggressor showed no signs of realizing the gap in power, following each attack with another and another. Each one more confident than the last.

He barked something, likely a taunt. Wiki responded by moving behind him, moving so fast the King didn't realize until Wiki had already knocked him into the ground. Bursting out of the ground with a roar, the King blasted a ball of red energy from his mouth. Wiki slapped it to the side, watching it explode when it hit the ground a mile over.

Almost instinctively, Wiki dodged the strike as the King had lept back up to fight him. Slightly disappointed, Wiki open palm struck the King in the chest, sending him reeling. He was hoping for more of a challenge, he'd been stuck in that pod for weeks.

With a sigh he decided he'd end this fight sooner rather than later, intercepting the kings next blow and driving his knee into his stomach. Time slowed down for a moment, the impact rippling through every fiber of the Kara-jin's being. The King sailed back, unconscious if not dead, into the crowd. All of whom were stunned, perhaps even afraid.

Wiki sighed and looked around the crowd, there were no further challengers. Wiki's eyes darted towards where his ally, Dwey, had flown towards as the ki of each of the Kara-jins that had followed him were extinguished in rapid succession.

In the long run, Wiki preferred this type of planet. The type where the strong greeted invaders instead of the type where they were scattered all around the planet, which would mean that the band would have to split up to find and eliminate them. It made the job that much easier when the race was violent and warlike, far more fun too.

Part of the job was killing anyone with an obvious power level over the limit the future ruler set. And in this case most of the Kara-jin here far exceeded that limit. Wiki would kill a weak man but only if he struck first. He left the "pest control" to the leader, he had a better stomach for these sort of the things.

But perhaps the leader wouldn't need to be disturbed, the crowd had gotten over their initial shock and converged on the invader. Wiki sent several flying before taking to the air. Where he was instantly joined. Dozens of muscle bound blue bodies hit the ground, each landing with a crash and an explosion of short grass and rock. The fighters in the crowd were admirable, if they were as strong as their king they might even pose a threat to Wiki in such great numbers. But Wiki had spent years under the band leader's grueling training. He had far exceeded their power, they'd need something beyond numbers to defeat this opponent.

And luckily for both parties, they had such a thing.

The King got back on his feet, surprising the Saiyan. Two of the larger Kara-jins placed their hands on his shoulder and placed the other in the air. The king pounded his chest and then placed his open palms over where their hearts where presumably. In a blinding flash of light the three blue skinned warrior fused.

In their place stood exactly what Wiki was hoping for. The newly fused Kara-jin King, stood on the ground but would easily be able to reach up and grab Wiki, exceeding 10 feet in height. His muscles bulged, The king flexed all 4 of his biceps, the fusion giving him an extra set of beefy arms. His snout was sharper and his horns bigger, all 4 eyes angular and red.

The King roared and pounded his chest, all other Kara-jins quickly leaving the area. Wiki landed and adopted his battle pose once more the King doing the same. Both fighters met in the middle, hands and feet a blur. The ground below blown to bits beneath the force of the fighters clash. Blows were traded evenly, both fighters feeling the sting of each other strikes.

But ultimately it was Wiki who was knocked away with a double fisted punch to the gut and then to the face. Dust flew up as the Saiyan tumbled back, ending with a rocky explosion as he hit the mountain. The King opened his maw and out shot several red ki blasts.

They raced towards the mountain, their power singing the ground below. When they finally hit the mountain behind was blown to bits, debris the size of buildings launched into the air like bits of confetti. When the smoke settled the King noted smugly that not even a shred of the Saiyan remained. He turned back to roar his victory to his subjects but was met instead with a whirling kick.

(Remember how I said I wouldn't focus too much on the fights, I meant it, I really did. This really does have a point though.)

The King went soaring but quickly gained his balance in air. Both Saiyan and Kara-jin met eyes and not a moment later met blows. Their mid-air clashes creating powerful shockwaves.

By the time the fighters set down to the ground, they were both bruised and winded. But neither could suppress their grin. Wiki nearly leapt back into the fray again but was interrupted by a groan. "Just transform and end this already." Dwey said, sitting on a pile of Kara-jin corpse's, head leaning on hand. "No, Majuur said fighting in my base form would make me more powerful." "Transforming would also make you more powerful in fact it-" Dwey was cut short when the Kara-jin King shot a ki blast at him. The explosion shooting limbs and ground everywhere.

The King turned towards Wiki mouth still open. The Saiyan braced himself, certain he could just deflect the attack. But it never came. The King stood there for a literal minute before falling in half. His right side tipping over and his left side falling forward.

Next to Wiki, Dwey sheathed his sword, admiring his handiwork. "You bastard! That was just starting to get good." Wiki bellowed, his glare pointed at his blue skinned comrade.

Although blue, and a light blue at that, Dwey was in no way shape or form a Kara-jin. He was shorter than Wiki, nowhere as broad. His physique slimmer but still strong. Wiki's hair was black, as was typical of a Saiyan, and Dwey's hair was orange, as was typical of whatever the hell he was. Dwey's hair though was thick, slightly curled, and spiky, parting closer to the center of his head, surrounding his head more like a halo rather than standing straight up.

His pants were baggy and black, with tall white boots, a shortsleeved black shirt with a blue vest tucked into his pants. His sword and sheath resting over his back.

"Eh, only took a single sword swipe to kill him. Couldn't be that strong. Maybe you're just getting weak." "Oh, yeah? See if you say tha-" The hiss of another pod opening silenced their squabbling. Immediately after the sound of snoring. Both Wiki and Dwey raised a brow, their fight forgotten. Surely the leader didn't sleep through that entire ordeal.

Or perhaps he did. Sitting inside the middle pod, eyes closed, snoring away, was the leader of the Majuur band, Majuur.

Majuur was perhaps the greatest mystery that either of the two warrior had ever known. A majin who fused with a namekian, apparently one with hair. Both goofy and fearsome, Majuur was the strongest fighter either knew. His pink skin smooth until his arms which were adorned with the black lines and muscly patches native to the namekians, but he had no antennas, instead vent holes littered his body, the back of his clawed hands, the side of his thick but smooth neck. His large black afro, acted a cushion for his head, mouth open, his canines ultra sharp, his large namekian ears poking through his afro like a tower through a storm cloud.

He barely fit into the pod, nearly 8ft, well built but seemingly slimmer due to his immense height. His low hanging namekian scarf, which led into his white cape, His sleeveless blue shirt, baggy white pants, held up with a thick black belt with a gold plate adorned with a scarred M, and black boots were the only clothes he wore.

Dwey and Wiki, exchanged glances. Unsure whether or not to wake him up. The rest of the Kara-jin warrior fled once their trump card was cut in half. "Should we wake him?" Wiki asked. Dwey shook his head frantically, remembering how Majuur almost took his head last time. Not purposefully, or so Majuur said, a startled reaction he was told. "I'll get lunch started and you can hunt down anyone with a power level above the limit." "Majuur always handles that." Wiki said.

Dwey narrowed his eyes and looked up at Wiki. "This again? What's the worst that's going to happen, a few villages get burned?" "Exactly. I'm a fighter not some monster who storms in and slaughters villages." "It is this again." Dwey sighed, rising off the ground and slowly flying over towards the remains of a few Kara-jin fighters.

Wiki watched him fly off, suspending himself in the air, folding his legs and arms. Luckily for Dwey, the Kara-jins were hairless, making cooking them easier. Originally Dwey was sickened by thought of eating other sapient beings but after spending weeks in a space pod, eating the remains of your adversary seemed far more appealing. Wiki didn't have a problem with it, he was Saiyan after all, eating their enemies was just something they did. And Majuur would eat anything, though Dwey doubted he actually needed to.

"Wiki go get some fire wood." Dwey said. Not a second later, he shot off. Dwey didn't bother to watch him go, he'd be back in a few minutes anyway.

10 minutes later, Dwey and Wiki were sitting around a spitroast watching as the tantalizing meat slowly cooked. The aroma wafted around, filling both of the fighters senses. Tapping into their base instincts, The Saiyan especially. Wiki wasn't raised like a typical Saiyan, his parents lived offworld and were pacifistic. Wiki was everything they feared he would be. He wasn't mean but he loved to fight, he was brash and unrefined, resisting their attempts to turn him into a refined young gentleman.

Though that was probably for the best, him being a fighter was the only thing that saved him. When he was a boy, the frieza force invaded his planet. Led by a few other survivng Saiyans, disgusted by his parents nonviolent ways they were brutally slaughtered along with his entire civilization.

He killed a few of the weaker frieza force members stealing their ship and taking to the stars. He crash landed on an alien planet living in the wild for a few years before finding work as a mercenary. Now he's in the planet trade, but he doesn't slaughter villages, just taking on the greatest fighters, becoming the strongest.

Dwey just knew planets fetched a pretty zeni.

And Karela would be conquered relatively soon, a pretty place like this would go for a high price. Dwey didn't even know what he'd do with all the money, he just knew he liked having it. But neither exactly knew what Majuur did this for, he told both team mates he didn't enjoy the slaughter and that he didn't need the money. The different foods maybe, each new planet gave different types of meats and plants. But that seemed like a stretch.

Within an hour, the meat had stopped cooking and Dwey was carefully removing it off the spit. "What kind of meat is that?" Majuur said causing Dwey and Wiki to jump. The giant Majin-Namekian was sitting in the seat they had set for him, knees high, hands resting in between. He had made no sound when approaching and made his ki undetectable.

"Kara-jin." said Wiki, arm and leg still raised as if to protect himself. "It's been awhile since I ate something blue," Majuur said, "give me an arm." Dwey passed him the arm, the biggest one, and picked out his piece. Wiki grabbed his own piece eagerly biting into it.

The Trio ate in silence. Well relative silence, it was silent besides the chomping and chewing. Within only a few minutes the three had plowed through the cooked meat and were sated but not satisfied. But that was only to be expected. Their power was the only thing greater than their appetites.

Majuur's red irises swam around in the black of his eyes, slowly roaming the horizon. "There aren't too many fighters left that could pose Arbiter a threat, Dwey you contact him and I'll exterminate the rest. Wiki, practice your technique. Even in my sleep I could feel you getting sloppy."

"Yes, Majuur." Wiki said, his tail instinctively wrapping around his waist as he leaped to his feet. Dwey watched, only partially interested, as Wiki trained. Each pose and strike, meticulous but passionate. Dwey was fighter, but it didn't define his life as it seemed to for Wiki. Whether it was his past or lineage, Dwey didn't know. Didn't particularly care either.

Majuur didn't bother to check Wiki, sighing then disappearing. Dwey slowy rose to his feet, hovering back over to to his pod to Contact Arbiter. Arbiter fancied himself an emperor, but he was just one of the many would be contenders for the title of Galactic emperor that Frieza once championed. Arbiter was powerful, far stronger than frieza ever was, but he commanded none of the respect. Long dead and Frieza's name still sent shivers down one's spine.

Dwey rested leisurely in his pod, hitting a few switches. A few moments later, Arbiter's deep but ultimately bland voice rumbling through the speaker. "Ah, Majuur. I'm sure you have only favorable news for me." "Dwey, and yes. All Kara-jin with lethal power levels have been eliminated." "Excelent, within only a few generations I will be able to incorporate loyal Kara-jin into my my empire."

Dwey's eyes practically rolled themselves, ploys like that rarely ever work. Look no farther than the Saiyans. And speaking of Saiyans, Wiki was still hard at work. His eyes were steely and his muscles rigid. Every second he was in a new form, not resting for a moment. Wiki's dedication to battle was somewhat admirable, even if Dwey didn't understand it.

Arbiter rattled on for a few more minutes before ending the transmission, but not before promising a visit to one of the larger Kara-jin villages, to declare his lordship over them. Once relieved of Arbiter's droll tones, Dwey relaxed in his pod. He was hoping this whole thing would be over soon, Majuur promised a trip to Otamato, formerly Frieza Planet #118, after this whole thing.

Dwey didn't even know what he wanted there, anywhere that wasn't a backwater planet with natives strong enough to kill a space dictator seemed nice in comparison. But even without the comparison, Otamato was a nice place. Very industrious and modern, it was just the kinda place Dwey liked to be.

Dwey's thoughts of Otamato were underlined by the subconscious awareness of the bigger ki's on the planets being snuffed out like candle flames. One after the other, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. Wiki must have sensed it too, each time a power level was snuffed out, a small shiver went through his muscular frame.

Majuur was good at his job. Too good. Neither Dwey nor Wiki assumed much of the pink skinned giant when they first met, both came to fear him later. In Wiki's case he had picked a fight, assuming that he'd make short work only to be defeated with single punch. His late allies suffered from the inability to take a hint and were also defeated with one hit. Wiki managed to survive and upon recovery tracked down Majuur and begged to train under him. Majuur, having nothing better to do, agreed.

Dwey on the other hand, was a victim of Majuur's day job. No real family and no real friends, working as a cook in a fast food joint, he was content but more or less just going through the motions. That is until Emperor Pickler, who's now dead, hired Majuur and Wiki to eradicate the strongest fighters on the planet Dwey was living on. Not his home planet mind you, just the planet he was currently living on. Dwey's power level was far above the limit, meaning he was one of the first to be attacked. In an attempt to save the planet from being conquered he and a few others tried to fight back. Most were killed by Wiki, but Dwey easily subdued him. In his typical fashion, Majuur beat him with only a few blows. But instead of killing him he offered Dwey a job as both and aid and as a sparring partner for Wiki. And Dwey wasn't in an a position to refuse.

The transition for Dwey was far harder than it was for Wiki, though a natural born warrior, he hadn't really devoted anything to it. Living his life slow and boring. Which he almost enjoyed.

"Wiki, Majuur will be back any second now. Prep the pods for immediate departure." Dwey said, still reclining in his pod. "I'm practicing, you do it." "I've already done my job for today." "As have I." Wiki said. Dwey raised an orange brow, "If you know what's good for you you'll prep these pods." Wiki stopped mid-pose, a grin slowly formulating. "That so?"

Dwey weighed his options, waste time sparring Wiki, or just prep the pods. He settled on the latter due to immense amounts of energy he wouldn't have to expend doing it. Wiki watched, his excitement rapidly deflating, as Dwey prepped the remaining pods for takeoff. It'd been forever since he and Dwey had fought. Wiki even had a growing suspicion that he only left his pod today to go whiz in the woods.

Wiki eye's darted to his side as Majuur materialized next to him. His face decidedly more grim than usual. "Pod's prepped?" "Yep" Dwey said, arms folded over his chest as he reclined in his pod. Majuur didn't say anything, just trudging over to his pod, fitting himself into it. Wiki followed suite, sitting into his pod. One by one the lids to the pods shut, the small space crafts shot back into the sky from which they came. The only indication they were ever here, were the abundance of fresh corpses, destroyed landscape, and the remains of a mountain.