The Dragon Warrior:
Chapter 1: The re-incarnation of Son Goku.
In the world of void… Age 780…
This was it. The end. The time to see which universe would be lucky enough to win the tournament of power and be granted exclusion from absolute erasure, courtesy of the two child-like Gods of everything, Zen'o and future Zen'o.
The tournament was about to reach the climax and only two universes were still competing, the other six having already been annihilated for each of their entire roster of warriors being eliminated. These two universes that were still competing were universe seven and universe eleven.
To be more exact, there was only two warriors, one from each universe remaining. The Saiyan warrior of universe seven, Son Goku and the pride trooper from universe eleven, Jiren.
The warrior known as Son Goku, a man with jet black hair that jutted out in numerous direction like a palm tree, dressed in his ripped up orange martial arts gi, blue undershirt and orange gi pants with black boots. His body riddled with many cuts and bruises from the constant battles he had undertaken throughout the tournament of power, was currently giving his only adversary a steely gaze through his once coal black eyes now turned sharp silver. A silver-blue wavy aura encompassing his battered, but still battle ready form, a sign that he had entered into the legendary state of being known as Ultra Instinct, or well, the incomplete version anyway.
His opponent who stood across from him, the pride trooper of universe eleven and that universe's strongest warrior Jiren. An alien who's appearance was that of a grey, musclebound alien being with black orbs for eyes, a snout in place of a nose and cylinder shaped ears on the sides of his head. He was garbed in the outfit of the pride troopers which was a body suit coloured in red and black with white gloves and boots. A ferocious and intimidating lava like aura encompassing his from, giving him a menacing presence. He too, was giving his own steely gaze back at his final opponent, the last obstacle that stood between him and victory.
Within the stands could be seen the fallen teammates of the final warriors involved in the tournament for universal survival, along with the remaining gods of destruction that had been exempt from this tournament, their own gods of destruction and the angels who had all been exempt from erasure as well.
The friends and family of Son Goku that had competed with him in the tournament, now watched on from the side-lines with bated breath as neither of the two warriors made a single move on each other just yet. Son Gohan and Vegeta, Goku's son and rival, both stared with hardened gazes at the stadium floor, holding out hope that their father, in Gohan's case and rival in Vegeta's case, would be able to pull through for them and win this. The green-skinned namekian Piccolo, former assassin, now honourable martial artist Tien, Roshi, Goku's first martial arts master and Krillen, Goku's best friend, also holding on to hope that Goku could do this, not without worry though as they knew that Jiren was unquestionably the most powerful foe they had ever faced. The only two faces that showed a differing opinion from the rest was that of Frieza, Goku's most fearsome enemy who just merely looked down on Goku and Jiren both with disdain, uncaring of who one at this point since he knew it wouldn't be him. The other face being that of the ever stunningly beautiful and sexy blond haired woman known as android 18, who's face was distraught with tears being shed down her face in mourning for her brother android 17, who had sacrificed himself to keep his universe in the tournament still.
On the side opposite them however, sat Jiren's teammates, the pride troopers, who looked on with confident looks on their faces as they knew in their minds and hearts they had won already. In their minds, there was no way that Jiren would lose to Goku. This same line of thinking was shared by that universe's god of destruction, Belmod, who looked like a clown from the circus with his red ball for a nose and a face reminiscent of the type of face expected of that of a clown. His gaze, as well as his kaioshin, turning over to universe seven's god duo in Beerus, who had the appearance of a hairless, anorexic, anthropomorphic purple cat and shin, who's spiky white hair styled like a mohawk being the only thing that differentiated him from universe eleven's kai who had a full head of white hair that went down to his shoulders.
"Well Beerus, this is it. I hope you're ready, because in just a few moments, Son Goku will be eliminated by Jiren and we will be victorious and safe from erasure, while you are destroyed." Said Belmod with a cocky attitude, knowing that this would annoy his soon to be erased fellow god of destruction.
"Shut the fuck up, Belmod. It's not over yet. Our last warrior, Son Goku has entered into Ultra Instinct and is dead set on winning this." Responded Beerus in an aggravated tone as Belmod chuckled at him.
"You mean that incomplete version down there that Jiren has already dealt with once before? Oh yes, I definitely see that giving him the win alright." Remarked Belmod sarcastically as he turned his attention back to the fighting stage.
Beerus's angel attendant, Whis, chose this moment to voice his own thoughts to Beerus on the matter. "He has a point my lord. That being said, this is our final chance to claim victory here, if this incomplete form of Ultra Instinct isn't enough to defeat Jiren, then you and I both know what that means."
Beerus merely grumbled at Whis's statement, knowing exactly what he meant by that. He just didn't want to think about what would happen if Goku lost, as the thought of being annihilated didn't sit well with him-no, it TERRIFIED HIM!
These weren't the only spectators though. Hovering above the bleachers that the rest were sitting on, was a floating throne area where the two supreme rulers of the multiverse, sat and watched the action with excitement. These were the two Zen'os, and right now they looked down with anticipation at the final battle that was about to occur, their attendant, the grand priest, floating just above them with a smile on his face as he too watched the oncoming fight with intrigue.
The remaining warriors wasted little time after this, as the moment the spectators ceased speaking, they charged at one another. They both met somewhere in the middle as Jiren was the first to go on the attack, attempting to land punch after punch on Goku. Attempting, being the key word as Goku dodged each and every one of them easily, his body reacting on it's own and just letting Jiren's powerful punches sail right passed him harmlessly.
This got Jiren a little frustrated at not being able to hit his opponent. So, he picked up the pace and increased the speed of his flurry of strikes, his fists becoming nothing more than a near invisible blur to the remaining gods of destruction. Inspite of this however, he was still failing to land on Goku a single time as the Saiyan fighter continued to bob and weave around Jiren's attacks.
Deciding to go a bit on the offensive, Goku threw his first blow at Jiren, too quick for him to notice while being preoccupied himself with trying to hit the Saiyan and ended up being struck in the gut with a hard punch. Jiren felt the air being uplifted from his lungs as spittle flew out his opened mouth from Goku's single punch. He took a step back in surprise as he held his side in pain with his hands.
Goku just stared at Jiren as the hulking alien quickly recovered from the unexpected blow, now sporting a much more serious and vaguely angry expression on his face. They stared at each other once more before charging at each other again, their fists meeting each other as they went blow for blow, blitzing around the remains of the fighting stage, the spectators, excluding the angels obviously,only being able to catch a glimpse of their after-images as they moved around, only seeing them in full form when they fought in a single place for more than a fraction of a second.
Goku however, seemed to get the best of Jiren in this conflict once more as Jiren ended up being sent down to one of the floating chunks left of the stage near the bottom, where falling off would guarantee elimination. He landed on his feet though, with only minor scrapes and scratches dotting his form, whilst Goku landed on another floating chunk suspended well above Jiren's as he began charging up his trademark move, the Kamehameha wave.
Goku began making his way down towards Jiren, all the while charging up his Kamehameha to make it more powerful. Powerful enough to get rid of Jiren.
In response to this, Jiren rose up his right arm and opened up his palm, a bright orange ki blast quickly forming as he shot it at goku before repeating as he shot it at goku before repeating that process again and again, sending blast after blast at Goku.
Goku, while still moving towards Jiren, jumped from one floating piece of debris to another left and right, evading each and every ki blast sent at him as his Kamehameha became fully charged.
Beerus up in the stands, gained a confident look as he saw this, becoming almost certain that Goku was about to blast Jiren out of the ring and win this! He could almost taste it, they were so close!
"That's it Goku! You've got him cornered, he has nowhere to run. Finish this!" Yelled out Beerus with renewed vigor as he saw Goku near Jiren, almost being just in front of him and ready to blast him out in identical fashion to how he had down with the fused Saiyan warrior of universe six, Kefla earlier on.
Instead of being worried, like one would have thought Belmod would be, he just gave off smug grin instead as he slumped his head down and closed his eyes in an all too confident manner.
"Cornered huh? My word, he has no idea what Jiren is actually doing, does he?" Said Belmod in a pitying tone, his kaioshin and Jiren's fellow pride trooper Toppo just nodding their heads at this, having also figured out what was about to happen.
Right as Goku was hovering just above Jiren, he unleashed every ounce of pulsating energy he had stored up for his attack and unleashed it right at Jiren, at almost point blank range. Blue streaks of energy appearing around the remains of the stage from the released attack as the force of it caused numerous debris hovering around them still to blasted out of existence, the radiating light of the attack momentarily blinding the onlookers.
"I-is that it, did he get him?" Question Beerus as he shielded his eyes from the light being emitted from Goku's blast.
Belmod, having recovered from the sudden burst of light quicker than Beerus, looked down at the location of Jiren and Goku and found his already confident smile stretch from ear to ear as he responded to Beerus's question.
"Oh, that's it alright. The only thing you got wrong Beerus, is who got who."
Beerus, having fully recovered hid ability to see what was going, found his vision meeting what Belmod was referring to. Everyone else following suit shortly there, after. To the surprise of everyone in the bleachers, other than universe eleven, Goku's attack had failed. Not only had it failed, but the energy of the Kamehameha had been flattened out like a disk as Jiren had a full power ki blast of his own pressing against it, halting it in place completely.
Toppo chose this moment to speak up, his arms crossed over his chest as he stated in a factual tone what was happening. "From battling against this form before, and witnessing for himself how it fought when facing off against Kefla from before, Jiren has already seen through it!"
At that moment, it happened. Jiren released the full brunt of his ki attack right in Goku's face, with the Saiyan, even under the effects of the incomplete Ultra Instinct, being unable to dodge as it slammed into him, sending him high into the 'sky' of the world of void, disappearing from sight as Jiren's attack fizzled out.
A silence quickly encompassed the bleachers as Beerus began to shake, his whole body almost quivering as he turned his head to the side, a single empty seat next to him that didn't remain empty any longer as the familiar form of a now unconscious Goku appeared before him, having been knocked out of his Ultra Instinct state.
"G-Goku..no, it can't be…" Said Beerus as he broke into a cold sweat, realization donning on him that Goku had lost… which meant only one thing.
"All ten warriors of universe seven have been eliminated. Therefore, universe seven shall now be erased!" Stated the grand priest in an authoritative tone.
Universe eleven began to celebrate as they would not be erased while those of universe seven hung their heads in despair, as they knew that imminent erasure was pending for them.
If one were to look up at the floating pedestal that held the two omni-kings, one would see a distraught look on both of their faces. While neither of them personally cared about universe seven at all, they did care about Goku, as he was their friend after all. The thought of them erasing universe seven meant nothing to them, whilst the thought of Goku being erased on the other hand, made them feel sad. They didn't want Goku to be erased, but at the same time, they had to erase all of universe seven, that included Goku unfortunately. Or, did they?
Both Zen'os turned to each other, both having obviously come up with the same plan of action as they nodded at each other. Instead of erasing Goku, they would spare him, but do it in a way that no one would find out. To do that, they would have to send him away to a different universe. Not one of their own, but another one that was outside their current jurisdiction, away from prying eyes. In order to do that though, they would need to do it in a way that wouldn't upset the balance of whatever universe they were going to send him to, which means instead of just teleporting him there, they would have to re-incarnate him into that universe where he would have to play by its rules rather than theirs. He would be reborn there, in a new body, without his memories and powers, free to start anew.
The two Zen'os, understanding what they were going to do, raised their hands in the air, as a bright white light emitted from their palms, while the same glow came over the forms of team universe seven as well as everything in their home universe, including the universe itself.
The two Zen'os snuck one final look at their friends fallen form as both had the same thought run through their heads. "Where ever you go Goku, we hope you live a good life there. Goodbye, friend."
The two Zen'os then clamped their hands down on the light in their palms in a squishing motion. On que, the warriors of universe seven, along with their universe and gods, were erased from existence, never to be seen again. Goku, on the other hand…
In the Ikkitousen universe… near 17 years before the beginning of the series… somewhere in Japan…
"HHRAAAAGH!" came the pained scream of a woman in labour. She was currently laid out flat on a hospital bed, her legs having been spread open so as to give the oncoming new-born space to come out.
Said woman in labour currently, was a beautiful woman with long, cascading black hair that reached her lower back, her eyes a charcoal black. Her skin being as smooth and silky as a baby's bottom, her figure having been an hour glass figure before becoming pregnant. She was currently garbed in the typical white patients cloth that they gave to women giving birth.
"That's it, my student! You're almost there, just a few more pushes and it shall be done." Came the voice of a middle aged old man that stood at her side.
The middle-aged had greying black hair, brown eyes that held a wisdom in them that could only be obtained through decades of combat. He wore a simple green vest over his somewhat muscular physique, also choosing to don a black cloak over himself to conceal his own body, a pair of brown pants with sandals on to finish his ensemble. Certainly an odd look in this day and age for sure, not that the man, whose was a martial arts master cared all that much about what young people thought of him though.
"haaaaaaaaaagh!" The woman screamed once more as she gave another final push before going silent. The room itself became silent for a few seconds, until the tell-tale sign of a certain cry was heard.
"Waaaaaaaaagh!" Came the cry of the newly born baby as it was brought into this world, the baby being in the arms of the doctor that was helping the woman give birth, the baby being wrapped inside a warm blanket, courtesy of the doctor.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Son, you've given birth to a healthy baby boy!" Exclaimed the doctor as he handed the wrapped up bundle of life over to the now smiling mother, who was beginning to look on the pale side…
"Thank you doctor, I appreciate it." Said Mrs. Son, as she gently took her new-born child out of the doctor's hands and held the baby in her embrace, in a way that only a mother could.
"Hey there little guy, how are you feeling?" In response to his mother's question, the baby simply cried out as it tried to reach for it's mother despite being held within the blanket. To everyone in the room, his attempts at doing this just looked adorable.
"Heh, would ya look at that, he hasn't been out of the womb for anything more than a minute and he already wants to hug his mom, how sweet." Said the middle-aged martial arts master as he looked down at this display with a gentle smile.
The mother turned her head to the man, a kind smile adorning her face. "Indeed it is."
The man's face then changes drastically from before, going from a happy grin to a depressed frown as his eyes gazed down sadly at the new-born. "It's such a shame that he'll have no choice but to be involved in what destiny has to unfold in the future from the past…"
Mrs. Son, understanding what her former master was talking about, simply gave a small nod to this, her smile becoming melancholic as she did so.
"Yes… yes it is…" Said the woman as she stretched her arms out toward her former master, baby being held on her hands. "But… I have faith that he can avoid such a fate, as I also know that you will make a good caretaker for him."
The master picked up the bundle of life out of the mother's weakening grasp as tears began to prick in his eyes. He could tell from the way her chi was disappearing rapidly that she was approaching death's door.
"I will. Now tell me, what is his name?" Asked the man as he glanced back and forth between the still crying child and the dying mother.
The mother smiled back at him and the baby with a radiant smile that one wouldn't expect from someone about to die, her final breath being used to say her baby boy's name. "Goku… His name is Son Goku."
With that, the mother peacefully passed away on the bed, her master looking on at her with a determined look on his face as tears shed down his cheeks freely. "I promise you, Gine, I'll raise your son to the best of my abilities. I'll make sure he's strong enough to take on whatever challenge he faces in this world. Hopefully, whatever fate he has been handed by the sacred stones he can overcome… Hopefully."
With his promise made, the man with now named baby Goku in his arms, walked out of the hospital room as the doctors came by to see the now deceased woman on the bed. Only one goal in mind for the man as he looked down one last time at the crying baby in his arms. Rare this boy to become the warrior who would hopefully shatter the chains of fate that many his age would be forced to abide by as the history and battles of the three great kingdoms from long ago would come to the fore-front once more…