Dragonball – Saiyan Uprising:
An Alternate Universe Dragonball Adventure
By R.M. Zuckett
Prologue – The Good Ol' Days
Planet Vegeta during the rule of a tyrannical outsider named Frieza. The planet is ruled by its name sake, the mighty King Vegeta. But many of you reading this story may be looking for it to branch into how Saiyan hero from Earth, Goku, escaped the destruction of Vegeta in order their one true savior. This is not that story.
Our story begins with an old Saiyan warrior, a soldier by trade, training his eldest son. The warrior's name is Sparragus, Saiyan Soldier 2nd Class, and his son's name is Zuccil. Zuccil is only eight years old, old enough to begin training, but not old enough to join the military or hold any kind of job for that matter. His father is teaching him a centuries old fighting style, one that hasn't been used by the Saiyans in over one thousand years, The Hard Rock style.
"Good, Zuccil! Now explode!" said Sparragus as his son attacked a static dummy outside their house. Zuccil stepped forward as he moved to swat away an imaginary attack, striking the dummy's face, then kicking the groin and the stomach with the same foot, pushing himself into the air on the dummy's shoulder, kicking the head and the slapping it repeatedly with his tail. The head of the dummy went flying and landed in Sparragus' lap. "Brilliant, Zuccil, absolutely brilliant! That is the Exploding Rock Finisher!"
"Ok, boys, I think its time for you to come in for dinner." said Zuccil's mother, Bega. She was carrying a small baby boy, Zuccil's four month old brother, Turipa. Holding her free hand was four year old Ruta, Zuccil's sister. The family gathered inside for their evening meal.
As such was the life of the average Saiyans, though you wouldn't know it to hear their warriors boast; but Zuccil and his siblings are not average Saiyans, and their destiny is about to pull them down by their tails. Sparragus and his wife contract a rare disease, one thought to be cured by the Tuffles. Within weeks of this night, they will be on their death beds, about to leave behind three orphan children.
As Sparragus lay dying, he called his eldest son to his bed side. Zuccil swallowed hard as he walked up to his father. He knew the traditions and what this summons meant. The color drained from his face with each step he took. Finally he reached the bed side and took a knee, looking solemnly down at the floor.
"Yes, father?" he asked in a shaking voice. With every breath he fought back tears.
"Zuccil, my son, I'm afraid that I must ask you to step up as patriarch of the family." said Sparragus wearily. "Keep your siblings safe and keep them together."
"On my life, I swear it will be my utmost responsibility, father." said Zuccil, his voice quaking heavily now.
"Hardly my son, I'm afraid this post comes with secret that can only be known by you and your siblings." said Sparragus. "Neither of you are legal citizens of this planet. Your power levels at birth were considered too low, and you were marked to be banished to unconquered worlds to prepare them for conquering. You mother and I…we smuggled you home before you sent away. If the authorities find out, you will all be banished and sent to separate worlds. I cannot bear the thought, and so you must always keep the secret, my son."
"I – I under – I understand…father." Zuccil stammered, tears leaking down his cheeks. Sorrow, shock, fear, these were just a few of the horrid emotions roaring through Zuccil's body. He felt his father's very energy fading from existence as he acknowledged his very last command. Then it was gone, to his eyes his parents still lay there smiling proudly at him, but in his mind there was nothing there, the warm pulse of heat had ceased to exist.
Ruta sat outside the bedroom, holding Turipa protectively. They both watched in horror as they waited for Zuccil to come back out. Ruta suddenly wrap her arm tightly around Turipa's head, as she tried to block out pain stricken roar coming from behind the curtain that separated them from Zuccil and their parents.
Zuccil was on his hands and knees in torment, frightened for himself and his siblings, distraught with the loss of his parents, and furious with his father for the horrible secret he now had to bare to his younger siblings. It was many moments before he collect himself enough to face his siblings. He struggled to his feet, his muscles weak with anguish. As he parted the curtain and stepped out to his siblings, he could see in Ruta's eyes she already knew they were gone.
"Our father has issued his last command." Zuccil croaked. "There is nothing left for us here. We have to take what we can carry and leave. From this day forward, you are to claim no parentage. If anyone asks, we never knew our parents, do you understand, Ruta?"
"I – I understand, brother," said Ruta, looking confused. She could not refuse him, it was patriarchal order. She only wished he would explain the order to her, "even if we are asked by Royalty?"
"Especially if you are asked by Royalty; I will explain later, Ruta, but now time is of the essence." said Zuccil. "And don't worry, where we're going we won't have to stay forever."
That night they were off, down through Palace City into the slums at the outer most reaches of the city. They found an abandoned hut near the guard wall of the city and it as close to their old home as they could. And it was here that Zuccil and his siblings stayed, all too young to do any kind of work to earn a living, for the next three years when Zuccil would be old enough to join the army. Zuccil had to keep his secret for three years before he could legally take his place as patriarch.
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