Dragon Ball Super
The Pride of Universe 11

Written by Teira Nova

Starring…
Jiren
Toppo
Dyspo
Android 21
Belmod
And more...

Chapter one - Small beginnings

Age 739
Planet Cal'or

The day was calm and the air was warm as the sun shone down upon the canyons of Cal'or. Distant sounds of avian creatures chattered about in panic all whilst the noise of shattering stones and rubble was heard in a nearby clearing of the surrounding landscape. A few trees and boulders scattered the area where two figures stood together, posed in sync with one another.

Both beings were humanoid, wearing rugged, primitive robes made of natural fibres. They had grey coloured skin, with a slight tinge of purple hues. Their eyes were large and dark, with enlarged pupils and dark grey irises. Both were bald, seeing as their kind didn't have any body hair. Their kind was known as the greys. They were known to inhabit Cal'or and the nearby planet Khoraha.
The taller of the pair was an adult male who had a slim athletic build and muscular forearms. The second of the greys however was scrawny and barely reached the taller's thighs. His limbs were minuscule and he had a disproportionately large head and even bigger eyes. He was rather young, likely to be around the age of four. The duo were quite clearly father and son.

The much taller being raised his hand as the youngling at his side watched him with curiosity,

"Now… focus your inner ki, and take aim at that rock ahead of you." The older male said, pointing towards the stone sat on top of the much larger boulder ahead of them.

The youngling nodded before raising his hand to begin focusing the inner heat from within. A small orb that glowed orange formed at the base of his hand, slowly getting bigger before he released it, firing it towards the target.
The energy ball latched onto the stone and the young grey's hand rose as he stumbled slightly. With his palm raised, he kept a keen eye on the stone as it levitated into the sky several metres,

"...there, now let it loose!" The deepened voice shouted.

The small child released his grasp and the orange ball of light expanded and exploded, smashing the stone to pieces high above them. He smiled with delight at the sight of it, and his father clapped.

"Bravo, Jiren. You're getting good at this! I couldn't barely control my ki when I was your age!" He stood down to the youngling's level and pat him on the head.

"That was fun! Could we do that again? I could take out that really, really big rock with an even bigger blast!"

Jiren was excited to continue with the training, but his father moved back down to his level to lower his eager wrist, "Sorry little fighter, but we must head back. Your mother wanted me to take some herbs to our neighbours at Khoraha. Perhaps I could give you some flying lessons when I get back instead!"

Jiren's eyes widened with excitement, "Oh, yes please! I've always wanted to fly! I wanna fly through the stars like you do!"

"In due time, you will. The more you practice, the stronger you'll get and the further you can roam the cosmos. Heh, if I'm not careful you may even surpass your old man here in no time!" He said with a grin.

"Raun!" A woman shouted within the confines of Raun's mind. The telepathic voice had startled him, causing him to jump slightly. Jiren looked up at his father, curious as to why he reacted that way.

"...Dad?"

"Heh, that was your mother calling for me. I think she wants us to head back to the village."

Both Jiren and his father turned towards the pathway crevice in the canyon surrounding to where the voice came from.

"Oh, could I go play down by the river? I wanna go watch the whitebait swim by!"

Raun, Jiren's father, looked at him in thought. "Hmm... Well, alright. Just don't go too far. You'll need to be back by lunchtime too, you hear?"

"Of course!"

Jiren replied, already running off in the opposite direction to where Raun was headed. Raun smiled with content, before he floated up off the ground himself and flew himself back towards the village.

Upon arrival at the village, Raun could see the villagers out and about in preparation for a midday feast. He greatly enjoyed the smells all around him of the variety of foods being prepared, but a large roast on a spit caught his attention, however, it was far from being cooked. It sat suspended above an open fire, with one of the other greys keeping a close watch on it, turning it to allow it to cook evenly.

Raun grinned with confidence.

He released an orange glowing orb of ki towards the roast and the nearby chef screeched in surprise, jumping away as it attached to the roast. Raun had a steady focus on his ki and then he released it, watching as it engulfed the entire roast in a spectacular array of golden light.

"Feast your eyes on this!"

Just seconds later, the light dissipated and the fire below the meat gasped away into smoke. But what surprised everyone was that the roast itself appeared to be evenly cooked all over.

"No way! Let me double-check..."

The chef gasped, rushing over towards his roast and he began to inspect it, slicing through the middle of it with his oversized knife to check if his meal was truly well cooked. Astoundingly, it was just right. Not raw or undercooked, but not dry and overdone neither.

"It's perfect!" The chef gave a thumbs up and the other villagers who were looking on started clapping. Raun just shrugged and smiled, revelling in the attention from those all around him.

"Man, no need for an oven when we have this dude around! You need to teach us your techniques!" A villager rejoiced. But before Raun could reply, another figure came into view from behind a hut.

"Ah, Raun, there you are. Drawing in attention as per usual…"

A familiar female voice spoke before him. Raun stopped in his tracks after soaking in the attention and he stood there to smile at the woman in front of him. She was a bit shorter and more delicate in appearance. She was fairly curvaceous, wearing her robes like a dress occupied with a pair of sandals. Like Raun and the other greys, she too didn't have any hair. Her skin was a slightly deeper tone of purple than his.

"Anala… sorry, I got a little carried away there, heh."

"You've got work to do. The folks over at Khoraha are eager for some of our medicinal herbs. In exchange you can snag us some of their fabrics. Winter is drawing near. Wouldn't it be nice to have some better clothing?"

Anala waltzed up close to Raun, grinning with intent. She handed him over a backpack of sorts, which he immediately took to wear around his back. Raun smiled back gingerly.

"Heh, of course. I was just teaching Jiren a few of my tricks."

"Where is he anyhow?"

Raun looked off to the side, out towards the canyonside. "Oh, he's just down at the stream playing. I suppose it's not easy being the only child in the village; he becomes bored and restless."

Anala looked out to where Raun was gazing, agreeing with him.

"Well, I must get going. Jiren should be making his way back soon for lunch, and I don't want to miss out."

Raun moved in close towards Anala to plant a kiss on her forehead. She beamed back at him, staring into his eyes, "Take care… and don't be late!"

Walking out into a clearing of the village, Raun powered up the ki within him to form a glowing aura of red energy around his body. He immediately shot up off the ground in a spectacular array of light and disappeared into the lavender skies in a mere few seconds or so.

Anala stood by with a few of the other villagers, grinning warmly at his departure.

Roughly half a kilometre away from the village lay a small stream of flowing water, where a few trees and shrubs occupied the banks. Several stone columns lay spread out along the riverside, one of which Jiren was laying on top of as he watched the small fish in the stream below him. He was content with the critters swimming below him until a sound in the distance caught his attention,

"Huh?"

Jiren got up off the column and listened out to what he had heard. His shadow suddenly encroaching in on their aquatic space caused the fish to flee as he stood, listening carefully.

And there it was again; faint chirping seemingly coming from the patch of grass situated beneath the largest tree of the area.

The young grey ran over towards the noise of the creature and he stopped where he could spot what it was. He peered down into the grass and could see an avian-reptilian type critter, of which appeared to be quite young and helpless.
He was fascinated by it, reaching in gently to pick it up. Upon being touched, it immediately began to chirp loudly, begging for food and that wais when he realized it was a nestling of some sorts. He looked up above him and could see the shape of a nest in the branches.

"Hmm… your home must be up there. Don't worry little guy, I'll help you!"

Jiren made his way over towards the trunk of the tree, inspecting it to figure out a way he could make the climb upwards. He placed the critter in a pocket in his robe as he began to make his ascent, making his way towards each branch that could support his weight. He was also careful not to crush the nestling with his movements.
When he made it up halfway, he came to realize that he was unable to proceed any further. The branches were too small and the nest was too far out of reach, being at least a couple of metres above him.

"No, I can't give up… hmm… Maybe I can try this…"

Jiren frowned in annoyance whilst thinking to himself. He closed his eyes and begun focusing his inner ki, much like when he was practicing how to fire blasts with his father. But this time, he focused it around himself, rather than to the palm of his hand.
He opened his eyes and looked out towards the nest in the tree, and with enough determination, he began to make his steady advance towards it, away from the branches.

He was airborne.

Flying up towards the nest, he could see the two other nestlings and he smiled, reuniting the remaining chick with the others. Jiren then realized that he was totally airborne and quite high up off the ground. He wasn't quite sure how to make his way down safely.

"Whoa, I did it. But... how do I fly down?"

He became a little nervous and lost his balance a little, dropping down a metre or two but he refocused to stay in the air. He regained his posture and slowly began the descent downwards until he could land on the grass safely.

"I… I actually did it! All by myself! I gotta go tell Mum and Dad!" He beamed, eyes brimming with excitement.

He hurriedly left the canyon to dash back towards the village, excitement flowing through his mind at what he had in store for his parents.

Raun's fiery aura surrounded him on the way back through to planet Cal'or and, upon entry into the planet's atmosphere, he could sense that something was wrong. His expression changed, as he passed through the clouds and down towards his homeland.

He could see smoke in the distance and he could smell it as he drew nearer.

Then he heard the screams of terror coming from the village.

Raun flung himself towards the village to find out what was happening and was horrified by what he saw; several of the homes were set alight and ransacked, and villagers were scattered in all directions in sheer panic.

Rushing towards the commotion, he felt a strong energy force nearby and he pursued it. The echoed screams of those nearby started to fill his heart with fear, and that fear gradually escalated into dread the closer he got to his destination. He stopped suddenly, noticing several greys lay scattered around him, heavily wounded and presumably dead.

"... who… who could have done this?"

One of the fleeing villagers noticed Raun standing there, who was in utter shock by what was happening.

"Hurry! Get out of here while you still can!"

A violet figure of dark matter formed nearby out of thin air and savagely hacked down the fleeing grey before him. Blood spurt forth from the wound a glistening blade caused as the victim stumbled face first to the ground. Raun was petrified by what he saw, watching as the villager gasped in agony and the otherworldly blade hacked at him again to silence him.

Raun's instinct switched to survival mixed with a dash of fury.

He powered up and quickly dodged the incoming blow from the unknown entity, where he then flew towards a few other nearby victims to help them escape. Raun drew in by to pick them up but the evil being appeared yet again right near his side, effortlessly hacking down both the woman and man in their tracks.
Raun was astounded by the sheer cruelty of what was happening. He fired several heated ki-blasts at the violet, shadowy being, but it did little to slow it down as it stared back at him with glowing red eyes.

It almost seemed as if it were taunting him.

Raun yelled in anger and dashed in towards the being with all his might, firing up his fist to deliver a devastating blow, but the shadowy being disappeared before his eyes and reappeared right near another group of fleeing villagers, once again to viciously silence them in their tracks.

Yet Raun wasn't about to give up, he swung around and dashed towards the demonic presence. This time he landed a blow on it with his energy-clad fist, smashing into it with ferocity.
The being stumbled over a metre or so, before regaining its posture and reappearing right by Raun's side as the two clashed in midair. Unexpectedly, the dreaded blade came from Raun's left side out of thin air and struck across his ribs. The unknown entity fled past his shaken form, and Raun let out a grunt of agony as he was catapulted through the air and crashed through a house.

The shadowy figure vanished almost immediately and reappeared elsewhere as the screams echoed out again.

Still making his way back to the village, Jiren was buzzing with excitement by his first experience in using his ki for flight. He scurried along the path until he came near the cliffside before his homeland.

He was puzzled by what he saw coming from the village; smoke and fire in places it normally wouldn't be, torn down doorways and damaged furniture lay scattered about. He didn't quite know what to make of it.

Nevertheless, he made his way down the stairway towards the village, racing down the track into the village centre.

He felt a bit uneasy, unable to make out the reason why and as he moved closer, the only sounds that greeted him were from crackling fires within the burning huts nearby. Soon, he came across a few villagers, but they remained motionless, even as he walked near them.

Jiren truly didn't understand the nature of what was going on, and then he heard somebody in the distance.

"Jiren! Where are you?"

Anala called out, frantically rushing into the doorway of her home, in desperate hopes that he would be found there. Anala's brow creased in worry as she searched every crevice and piece of furniture in their home. She shuffled about and before she could turn around, the dark presence had found its way in. The all too familiar glowing violet aura surrounding the being as it advanced towards her, red eyes intent on bloodshed.

"STOP!"

A vicious blast of orange ki clashed with the dastardly being from behind. It turned around, seemingly angered by the sudden interruption.
Raun stood at the doorway breathing heavily, sheer determination filling his eyes. He was in severe pain, clutching the left side of his ribs with his right palm to stem the flow of magenta blood. He gritted his teeth tightly as he carefully made his way inside.

Anala stared over in Raun's direction, eyes widened in sorrow at the sight of her partner, "Raun… no…"

"Why are you doing this to us? WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT!?"

Shouting in fury, Raun stood up straight to try and get any kind of answer out of this unknown foe. The pair of glowing eyes glared at Raun for a few seconds before turning their attention towards Anala, who was pressed up against the wall, shaking in fear at the whole ordeal.

Raun's aura flared up and he threw himself towards the being. His assault was cut short by the sudden drawing of a blade from the dark matter surrounding the trio.

Gasping in utter agony, Raun was frozen in his tracks, being held aloft by the wicked blade that had impaled his heart and protruded out his back. He coughed up blood before the blade withdrew and he slumped to the floor in front of his wife, and the terrifying being before him.
Anala's eyes filled with pain as she felt his life signature fade away from his body.

"NO!"

She shrieked in terror, making a desperate rush to embrace him. The dark being beside her peered down menacingly and she turned her head to give off a fearsome glare - the large pupils in her eyes glowing red.

She unleashed a barrage of invisible strikes, which shoved the shadowy force back slightly but she was quickly caught by the tight grasp of the evil entity as it reappeared right up in front of her. It had Anala by the neck, raising her up to the level of its demonic eyes.

"There is no point in resisting when you're this weak. The cleansing will be over soon enough…"

A faint yet threatening voice could be vaguely heard from behind this otherworldly force of energy.

Anala could do nothing as the grasp around her neck became so tight that breathing became difficult. As the pressure on her vertebrae became more and more intense, she closed her teary eyes, ready to accept her imminent demise.

"Mum?"

Little Jiren was outside, having heard his mother's voice close by. He rushed over in the direction of his home and approached the doorway.

The sight inside his home was difficult for his innocent mind to comprehend; the glowing shadowy figure simply puzzled him. He was quick to realize the gravity of the situation when he saw that his mother was being held up by the neck and his father lay motionless on the floor nearby. The sight of so much blood suddenly threw him into a panic and he looked up again at the negative energy, eyes widened in absolute fear.

The dastardly figure released his mother, who slumped to the floor near his father, and it drew in close towards Jiren's petrified form. He stood there shaking in fear, before he let out a loud shriek of terror.

He immediately closed his eyes and cowered, waiting for his incoming fate...

But it never came for him.

He remained terrified and shaken, yet he uncovered his eyes to peer out in front of him. The eerie figure had vanished. He couldn't feel the presence of it anymore neither. Where did it go? He wondered.

But his attention was drawn towards the form of his parents on the floor in front of him. He rushed over and knelt beside them.

"Mum, Dad?" He tried nudging the both of them, desperate for any kind of reaction. "The monster is gone… we're safe now."

There was still no answer, no movement, nothing. He was finding it difficult to understand the nature of the situation. "What's wrong… Mum… Dad…?"

He pulled back, emptiness overcoming him. Are they… gone? He pondered. The idea of knowing that his parents were no longer with him began to sink in, but he didn't want to accept it. He huddled up close to them, trying to gain any bit of warmth and comfort in hopes that perhaps they would come back around.

A couple of hours passed by and Jiren remained curled up near the cold bodies of his parents. A living presence was at the doorway, but he paid it no mind.

"Oh no…"

Jiren heard the deep voice and turned around to look up at the talk bulky figure. He was large, with dark green skin, a very muscled build, long pointy ears and flowing grey hair. He clearly was an alien being from another planet; Jiren had never seen another sentient species before.
For some reason, Jiren didn't feel any fear towards this person, yet, he wasn't sure what to make of him.

"Come now little fellow, we're here to rescue you…"

Jiren gazed back, feeling meek and uncertain of this strange looking man. He could understand his foreign accented tongue at least.

"I am sorry for your loss; many here have perished. You're the only survivor. We must leave to ensure our safety. My name is Tahu, by the way..."

Tahu came in close to Jiren and offered his hand. The small grey felt a little intimidated, but the warm smile he was getting reassured him that he would be safe. With a longing glance back at his parents, Jiren came to the conclusion that his parents were no longer with him and he accepted Tahu's hand. The man gently picked Jiren up and shifted to allow him to cling onto his back.

"Well will take your mother and father some place to lay rest…"

The large form of Tahu stood over the grey parents and he let out a sigh. He then picked up both bodies and brought them outside where several other alien beings were moving around, having marked and dug out graves in the ground.

Tahu took several steps near the large hollow in the ground. He knew the pair were a couple, and that they should lay rest together. Jiren peered over his shoulder to watch what was happening - he had seen burials before, but not of the same nature of course. The young grey now knew for sure that this was the last time he would see his parents. His eyes began to tear up as he saw the other men begin to cover their bodies with the surrounding soil. There was nothing that could fix this. They weren't going to wake up.

This was their final farewell.

Hours had passed by after Jiren fell into a slumber on the way back towards an alien spaceship, emotionally exhausted by all that had happened. Tahu and the other folk following him were from a planet in the nearby star system. Their home planet was Khohara, the same planet where Raun had visited prior to the attack on Cal'or.

Their ship landed on soil unfamiliar to the young grey, but the planet bore a very similar climate and landscape to Cal'or. It was quite warm and humid, and was surrounded by mountains and various rock formations.

The inhabited area looked far more populated and civilized, with large houses, stores and vehicles all spread throughout the town centre. Aliens of many different races lived here, even a few greys lived among the other fellow foreigners.

Nevertheless, Tahu remained inside his ship with a sleeping Jiren nearby, who lay huddled up in a blanket and pillow nestled under his head. They were in one of the training dojos on board the ship where several punching bags, practise dummies and other training gear were lay sprawled out across the room.

The tall form of Tahu glanced over towards Jiren, sighing to himself and deep in thought.

"Just what exactly was happening on Cal'or… so much senseless death… I cannot understand the meaning behind it all…"

He couldn't get his head around it. He walked over towards a clearing in the room and sat down, where he began meditating to bring some sort of peace to his troubled mind.

Minutes later, Jiren began to stir and he woke to find himself inside the strange room. His eyes observed all around at the equipment, having never seen so much training gear in one place before. He was familiar with some of it, thanks to his father and a few other greys who liked to train for combat.

He hopped out of the bedding and made his way down the steps ahead of him, curious of the training gear inside the room.

Jiren was on the opposite side of the room to where Tahu was meditating, yet he didn't pay him any mind as he came across a large punching bag before him. He remembered watching his father use these to show other fighters his special technique for unleashing a rapid flurry of punches.

Jiren felt a spontaneous urge to want to throw a punch at it, and so he clenched his tiny fist and pulled it back, then suddenly he thrust it forward.

"Oww!" He let out a yelp and flinched backward slightly. The punching bag was a lot firmer than it appeared to be and it hurt his hand quite a bit. Jiren felt disappointed in himself as he looked down at his hand.

"Heh, I'll teach you how to fight when you're a little older."

Tahu had appeared right by his side, and Jiren glanced upwards at him before turning his head away in shame. "I promise…"

He gave Jiren a reassuring grin, before he turned away for a brief moment. But as he did this, Jiren curled his fingers to prepare a punch again but this time an orange glow surrounded his fist. He had his eyes closed, focusing his inner willpower; his ki.

Determination.

He fired his fist forward and much to the shock of himself, the bag was hit with such surprising force that it was torn off its attachment to the ceiling and sent flying across the room.

Tahu was startled by the racket behind him and he spun around to see the punching bag had been relocated into some nearby furniture. He could only stare with bewilderment at the sight of it all. Tahu eagerly made his way back near Jiren's tiny frame, who he stood there, inspecting his hand once again. Even Jiren himself, was quite surprised by what he managed to pull off just then.

"Heh, looks like I'll need to train you a lot sooner than expected. Tell me, what is your name, young warrior?"

He looked up at Tahu's form, taking small steps close to stand right in front of him.

"My name is Jiren."

Well there's the first chapter! First time posting a DBS story here to , so I hope it's alright! Truth be told, I specialize in illustrations (art) rather than writing, but I'm just so eager to write this story I've come up for Jiren, seeing as he's my favourite character and all! I've got the whole plot planned from start to finish. If you want to see some of the many illustrations I've done for this story, along with concept art for characters (such as Jiren's parents), be sure to check out my DeviantART! (username is Teira-Nova) I have the chapters posted on there and they contain illustrations (seeing as this site doesn't allow images in chapters)

The story starts off in his past (as you can see) and these first few chapters go into his backstory until it reaches the current events after the Tournament of Power. Once it reaches there, there wont be anymore big 'time skips' so... yeah! :-) also, Android 21 does exist in this story's verse, don't worry it'll all be explained once it reaches those parts (basically a plot similar to Fighterz is treated as if it happened sometime before the ToP. But the story's focus is on Jiren & Universe 11 anyway). Either way, I hope you guys like it! If this first chapter is well received, I'll post the next one very soon (I'm currently writing the 4th though) I'll see how things go...

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it, please let me know. Thanks!