Chapter I: New Life

There was a really loud crash as the back door of the moving truck slammed shut. Dominick went and thanked the driver of the truck before he drove away. At the age of nineteen, he finally moved out of his mom's house and into a brand new house where he would be living with his girlfriend, Ichimei. His family had moved to Japan where their ancestors had lived 200 years ago after a fire destroyed their old house in America. That same fire took his father's life. He found himself reminiscing on those days when he lived in America, or at least tried to reminisce. It was hard to remember anything before the fire or really anything within a year afterwards.

"What're you thinking about?" Ichimei put her hand on Dominick shoulder, a little concerned.

Dominick turned around to face his girlfriend and his two other friends, Nagashi and Jishako, who he got to help him move into his new home. "Oh, nothing important." He said.

Since him, his brother Dalton, and his ancestor Gogito had defeated Majin Buu once and for all four years ago in Universe Six, the earth in both Universe Seven and Six had experienced a long period of peace and tranquility. Dominick looked at all the boxes full of belongings they had just unloaded into their garage, and back at his friends. He looked at the time. It read 6:24. "Hey guys, it's getting awfully late. Why don't we call it a night?" Dominick told them.

Nagashi, the tall, more calm and collected one, responded, "That's alright, I can keep going."

Jishako, the more rambunctious and immature one, blurted out, "Oh, thank god! I'm tired as hell!"

Dominick laughed at Jishako and said to Nagashi, "Seriously, dude. It's about time for dinner. Go spend time with your folks." If there was one thing Dominick would've done over in the last seven or eight years, it would've have been to spend more time with his mom. Once he started to find out about his special power as a Saiyan, he started spending more and more time training, and less and less time with his mom. Starting when he was 13, he spent seven months training at Dende's lookout, one year training on Supreme Kai's Planet after being killed in a battle with another Saiyan from Universe Six, and another five months at the lookout until Majin Buu attacked from Universe Six. Over the four years of peace, he trained to perfect his powers he had gained over the previous two years. His mother got lonely over those years. Dominick didn't involve his mother in those years out of love, but he had neglected her in the process, and the guilt would haunt him for a long time.

After Dominick and Ichimei had eaten, Ichimei went to go take a shower. While she was in the shower, Dominick heard a knock on the door. Who the hell could it be at 7:30 at night? He asked himself as he got up to answer the door. He opened the door to see his little brother, Dalton on the doorstep. They looked alike. Both had blue eyes and long brown hair that hung down almost to their shoulders.

"Dalton, I'm still not used to seeing you without that weird cape," Dominick said with a tired smile.

"Shut up. It's not weird; I wore it because it was a memento from Piccolo."

"Well, why did you stop wearing it?"

Dalton's eyes darted away. "Piccolo…only exists inside of Dende now, and Buu burned it four years ago."

"I'm not going to lose any sleep over it, anyway. Do what you want, I guess." Dominick replied. "I would've kept it, or at least kept the remains."

"To each his own. I was happy to be able to talk to him again, so now I feel at peace again. There's no point of the cape anymore. It's fine." Dalton retorted. "You know the real reason I came here, right?"

Dominick laughed. "I can't spar tonight. I'll spar with you and Gogito tomorrow. I promise."

"You had better show up, then."

"Dalton, you do know fighting isn't everything. There's no point to fighting if you've got nothing to do it for." Dominick's face got serious. All of a sudden, there a stupid grin on it. "Ahh, who am I kidding? Who needs a reason to fight? It's fun as hell!"

Dalton chuckled. He was almost fooled. "See you tomorrow, then."

Martin rose from bed in a cold sweat. The time was 9:30 p.m.

"That dream again…"

They were getting more and more frequent. Dominick and Dalton had been having them for years, and they were all the same scenario.

Dominick was yelling something that no one could ever hear. Martin was being held hostage. In every dream, they could all feel Dominick and Martin's anger. It was greater than anything they had ever felt before. And it was only a dream. Next to Martin there was another person, smiling. He looked exactly like Dominick, but he had black hair. Jet black. The whites of his eyes were black. His energy was black. Next to Dominick was a dead body, a long sword stuck in his side. It was covered in blood. Dominick screamed in rage and an unheard of power was released. One they could all feel from the dream. Then, Martin released the same power, breaking from his chains. The imitation of Dominick licked his lips, and with the same sinister smile, he opened his mouth to speak. That was where the dream always ended.

He noticed the time. He had only been asleep for 30 minutes. Those 30 minutes felt like an entire night. Next to him, his girlfriend, Rika, also woke. Her black hair, parted to the side, was messy.

"What's wrong, honey?" She asked, innocently.

"Don't worry about me. I'm alright."

She put her pale hands on the brown skin on his chest and kissed him. "Go back to bed. I'm here now, so you don't have to worry about the nightmares anymore."

"Thanks Rika." He kissed her again and smiled. "I'm all better now."

That was a lie.

It was around midnight when Katsu was awoken by the opening of his front door. He got up; slowly, because it was pitch black. His long hair didn't move as he inched toward the front door. There were footsteps coming from the front door, getting louder and louder. He started to sweat more and more as the footsteps echoed even louder through the entire house. Suddenly, the lights turned on, revealing the blond streaks in Katsu's hair. The one at the door was Katsu's father.

"I didn't know you had earrings, Katsu. Are you a delinquent?"

"That's the tenth time you've forgotten about my earrings, father." Katsu replied. The air between them was tense; even more than usual.

"You didn't answer the question." His father scowled. His breath smelled of alcohol.

"Maybe I am, father. It just baffles me that you and mother's ways haven't rubbed off on me until recently. I'm well aware of the path I'm heading down."

His father raised his fist to strike him. Katsu didn't move. He didn't dare to raise his fist against his father. Not yet, at least. His father sent his to the ground with one punch.

"Go to bed. Don't you ever talk back to me again, or your punishment will be worse than just this."

Defeated and in tears, he returned to bed. The living room light was turned off, and a couple of minutes later, his parents' bedroom light was turned on. It wasn't long before the yelling started again. Tears streamed down his face. A couple of years ago, he blamed himself for the fighting between his parents. He had thought that if he believed he behaved better, his parents would get along. That wasn't the case anymore. Now it was anger towards them. With every tear, his anger grew more. It wouldn't be long until he broke. He suddenly realized what he had been thinking, and it surprised him. It surprised him that he could think such a thought about his parents. I could kill them. It would only take a second. Put two bullets in their brains. It would be over. Just like that. I could kill them. I could kill them. I could kill them. His tears now dripped into a small puddle on the handle of his father's pistol.