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Six thousand years before mutants evolved upon the Earth, before the ruler of Other World was handed down to a child ruler, and long before heroes protected their planet, a powerful and brutal race known as Saiyans scarred the northern galaxy under the orders of a tyrant called Frieza. Under his command, the Saiyans spread throughout the galaxy, cleansing worlds under his name in order to sell.
In Frieza's cold grip was the Prince of the Saiyan race, young Vegeta; a hostage kept to keep the Saiyan race under control. Being a true warrior race, many Saiyans did not mind the arrangement, however even in a culture raised on death, some evolved beyond.
Chapter 01: Caliwone, the Saiyan Elite
A small team of humanoid aliens sat or lay along the dark and dirty ground, none carrying in the slightest of cleanliness. A female lay center most amongst the group, casually adding bits of dried and burnt bits of wood into a blazing fire while the three other men conversed, ignoring the flickering light that the fire afforded.
Black hair was shared among the four, the females just longer than shoulder length down her athletically slim and muscular body. She wore sleeveless white and gold armor over her upper body complete thick gold colored straps holding the armor in place that also allowed for excellent moment. Only the slightest pink could be seen of her under her armor before it was revealed over her waist and stretched down her legs that disappeared into her white boots and wrist bands that she wore.
Directly behind her, the brawniest of the men reclined, one large hand resting casually on one knee as he picked at his teeth. His hair was worn short with a thin mustache that had seen better days. His armor was that of an older style, white and gold like the female but with long dark shoulder guards. He wore no undershirt and wore black shorts instead the standard pants.
To his left, a younger man sat stiffly with the unmistakable look of the new recruit that was not yet past being picked on by his more experienced teammates. Even as he sat there in his green and black armor, the larger man tossed a rock that bounced of the younger man's head.
"Cut it out, Onino," the final team member said. He sat cross legged and cross armed on the highest of the rocks from where he could look down on the rest of his team. The armor he wore was of a darker variety with gold straps and abdomen. On the upper left portion of the chest that all four shared was the symbol of the Elites. "You might frighten Potrag into doing something embarrassing to himself."
"You mean like on Wayland?" Celinal asked from her place never the fire. "Wasn't that the place where he made his first kill, boss?"
"That's the one," the leader said with an evil grin. "Then puked his guts out all over it."
Onino snorted in laughter even as Potrag sent a glare up at his leader. Like was typical from the new guy, he had to learn how to bark back when teased. For someone like Onino, he was easy prey. Despite that, Potrag had proved his worth several fold as he was by far the most skilled long range attacker Caliwone had ever seen and had personally requested him to his team. Of course, in Saiyan culture, a request as such meant that he had been won in a duel.
"I had the stench from his debris for weeks," Onino said with another laugh. Then he turned his head to his leader with a sour look. "Speaking of which, this place is nothing but a waste of our time. We could be doing something much more significant than conquering this planet of walking vermin."
"I know that, Onino," Caliwone said. "Frieza wants it done, so that's what we do. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," Onino grumbled and nodded darkly. "I don't have to like it, though."
"No, you don't," Caliwone said. He reached down and grabbed a bit of meat, a severed arm from a vanquished enemy from the day's work and tossed it into the air. "Celinal?"
From her position on the ground, Celinal lifted a hand and fired a blast of energy up at the falling arm, cooking instantly and allowing it to fall neatly back into Caliwone's waiting hand. He took a bit, pleased that Celinal was such a fine cook.
"Luckily this whole wasted visit will be over by tomorrow night," Onino said, lifting a bit of his own meat and tossing it into the air. Celinal watched it rise, then fall to the ground in a cloud of dirt. "Come on, Celinal."
Celinal raised an eyebrow up at him. "What makes you think I will cook for you, Onino? I don't even really like you."
"But we are teammates," Onino said.
Caliwone snickered lightly and tossed the remains of his dinner aside. "Perhaps you ought to try wooing her first. Maybe a present?"
Celinal gazed at Caliwone coolly. "Glad to know that you really care, Caliwone."
Beyond their camp in what remained of a tundra of forest came a sharp crack and a rustle. Instantly, the four Saiyans were on their feet, senses alert. Nothing could be seen in the darkness even with the light of the nearly full moon that this planet afforded. Caliwone reached down to the ground after a few moments and took hold of his scooter and placed the custom fit speaker that cover his left ear and held it in place on over his left ear. Over his left eye, a green lens flickered to life as he clicked a button on the side of the device and it instantly scanned for power readings. Through the lens, each of the aliens skulking toward them was identified and highlighted with power ratings attached to each.
"Eight of them," Caliwone said softly, smirking. "None more than a combined power rating of fourteen hundred."
"How disappointing," Onino said. "At least we will have more to eat."
"Potrag, why don't you start things off?" Caliwone suggested, removing his scooter and tossing it to the rookie.
Potrag put it on and clicked the button. "Got them," he said.
"Blocking configuration," Caliwone said and the other three moved to block Potrag from view while he ready his attack with Onino in the front. Caliwone could feel the heat rising from the rookie along his back and felt his hair rise slightly. From the tree line, small movements could now be seen from the inept aliens, crawling low to the ground. As if they thought they could sneak up on Saiyan Warrior Elites.
With practiced ease, the three Saiyans leapt aside as Potrag launched his attack. A bright flash lit up the night sky as it lanced outward, the arc high and crashed down in four different spots. Ash flew as the trees disintegrated in a black powder and screeching screams broke through the night. With a roar, the three other Saiyans rushed forward, racing only a few feet above the ground. They broke through the tree line just as the aliens leapt up, giving up on the element of surprise, and tried to fight back. The battle was short and messy and very soon, the four Saiyans were lounging around their camp fire once more.
"What, Onino?" Caliwone asked as the large Saiyan gave yet another exaggerated sigh.
"You know what," Onino growled. "I am tired of these pathetic planets and these ridiculous missions. This is the kind of stuff those low class trash should be handling, not Saiyan Elites."
"Think of this as a vacation," Caliwone said but silently was in complete agreement. All Saiyans loved the thrill of fighting and killing their enemies, some didn't mind killing even those too weak to defend themselves. He, Caliwone, hated killing those without the opportunity to kill him. It was pointless and a complete waste of their talents. Him, of all people, being wasted here; a genius said to be second only to King Vegeta.
He glanced upward at the triple suns that now hovered noon day high above them. His knee bounced up and down from his cross legged position as his impatience grew. Night was many hours away, this planet turning at an irritatingly slow seventy two hour rotational cycle.
"You look irritated," Celinal said, standing in front of him and placing her hands on her hips. "Not that you don't always look irritated," she muttered half under her breath. Caliwone sent a reflexive glare at her, then leaned back on his chosen piece of ground and lay on his back.
"Why don't we just go do it?" Potrag asked tentatively. "I mean, it's not like we need the moon to kill these pathetic creatures."
"Because, idiot," Onino said, bouncing a small rock off Potrag's head. "This is called battle training. It would kind of defeat the purpose if we cleansed this planet before the training started."
Caliwone stood up suddenly. "Yeah, let's go."
"Let's go what?" Celinal asked, taking half a step back as Caliwone brushed past her.
"We rid this planet of the filth that plagues it," Caliwone said.
"Did your brain break?" Onino asked, standing up and frowning at the smaller Saiyan. "This is why we even took this assignment-"
Onino was cut off as Caliwone sank a fist deep into the older Saiyans stomach. The air in his lungs exploded outward as his body bent forward over his fist as fury etched dark lines in Caliwone's face. "Do not question my orders, Onino," he said darkly. "When I say we do something, we do it. Got it?" Onino straightened and through a right handed punch at Caliwone. He brushed it aside to his right and spun, pulling the bigger Saiyan forward and driving a knee into the same spot in Onino's armor. He flipped forward to land gasping on the ground at Caliwone's feet.
Placing a foot on the older Saiyans chest, Caliwone glared down at him. "When I say we do something, Onino," Caliwone all but hissed, "we do it and you do not contradict me. Period. Got it?"
"Go-got it," Onino said through his wheezing. "Just thought you might have forgotten."
"I forget nothing," Caliwone said. Removing his foot, he walked past Potrag, who scrambled out of his way, and in the direction of the largest city on the planet. "We take this planet apart. Now."
He felt hands on his shoulder and knew they belonged to Celinal. "I like it when you get all fired up," she purred into his ear. "Why don't the two of us go handle this? Two less people to take our pleasure away."
Caliwone shrugged her hands off of him. "This is still a training mission," he told her. "Potrag still needs to be baptized in blood." He turned to face the youngest member of the team who straightened stiffly. "You will lead this assault."
"Me?" he asked.
"Of course you," Caliwone said and grinned darkly. "Onino can't do it. He is too much of an idiot."
Onino glared at Caliwone but wisely remained silent. He had seen Caliwone in these moods far too many times to risk tempting his anger. It was a mood just like this that had lost them the team member Potrag had recently replaced. Even for a Saiyan, Caliwone could be as ruthless as Frieza himself if not more so.
"Yes, sir," Potrag said and walked past the group. "You guys ready?" he asked nervously as he saw that nobody was following him.
"Are you going to go over your battle plan with us?" Caliwone asked amused. "Only the low level trash go into a battle without a strategy even if they are utter weaklings."
"Right, of course," Potrag said. "Well, first thing is I am going to fly high above the city and launch the first attack-"
"No," Caliwone interrupted. "Your first strike capabilities are incredible but the need to annihilate these vermin quickly is not the objective." Caliwone brushed dirt off his cheek lightly. "Find us a way into the center of the city undetected."
"Sir, with all of the vermin on high alert, that would be impossible," Potrag said. "They'll see us coming."
Caliwone closed his eyes and restrained a growl of annoyance. "Onino?"
"I'm on it," Onino said, standing and taking off toward the northern end of the city.
"Pay attention," Caliwone said. "When a perimeter looks impossible to break, you find a way to make the perimeter break itself." He ran a hand through his black hair as a look of confusion crossed Potrag's face. He was not a trainer. He was a warrior, the same as Celinal and Onino. His patience for such things was quite limited. Perhaps another demonstration of tactics would help to allow Potrag to think outside the preverbal box. That was part of the problem with the Saiyan race. Most were not creative in any way other than battle. "We have about thirty seconds to get into position," Caliwone continued. Caliwone flew closer to the city, finding a cover as close as he could and waited. Celinal was immediately behind him with Potrag a few heartbeats behind her.
An explosion shook the ground under their feet from just north of the city, shooting rocks, dirt, and red light high into the sky as they waited. Every over anxious alien eye turned to look, knowing that it could only be the Saiyans. Alarms screeched and troops and fighters shifted to that side of the city. Quietly, the three Saiyans entered the city and made it to the center without anything more than minor mishaps. They stood or, in Caliwone's case, sat on the edge of the fountain that was centered there and waited a full five minutes before their presence became know.
There was a squawk from the aliens and the forces surged in to surround them, leveling primitive weapons at them, and readying explosives to use on them. Caliwone smirked from where he sat and touched the button on the side of his scouter. Another smirk and Caliwone stood up and moved to the front.
"This planet is now under Frieza's rule," Caliwone said imperiously. "Surrender or die." He smirked lightly. "Please choose death."
"We will never give in to tyranny," one alien said, its voice being translated into a tinny mechanical translation. "We will fight to the last man to defend our children."
"Excellent," Caliwone said, his smirk turning predatory. "Then you will die along with them."
There was a whistling sound from behind Caliwone and a large alien foot slammed into the left side of Caliwone's head right at the temple. He stumbled a step at the force and felt a trickle of blood seep down his face as the alien leaped backwards out of range.
"You see," the alien shouted to his troops in passable basic. "Even the terrors of the galaxy can be taken by surprise. Do not fear from them!"
Behind him, he could hear Celinal and Potrag snort with laughter and stayed put. Caliwone smirked again as well, pleased to see that Potrag had understood as well. "Do not flatter yourselves," Caliwone said, turning back to face the loud mouth of this army. "I allowed that vermin to strike me. I wanted to feel just how weak you really are."
He could see the enemy army shudder slightly even as the leader spoke up again to steady his troops. "He lies," it shouted. "A ploy to make you fear him."
"Oh really?" Caliwone asked. He lifted his left hand to show his scouter, unbroken, in the palm of his hand. "Amazing that I was able to remove this from my head when I didn't see it coming," Caliwone mused before replacing it on his face. "Now, where is the creature that struck me?"
"He's over there," Celinal said, pointing lightly over her shoulder.
Caliwone looked and saw the one she was indicating and marked it with his scouter, all of these aliens looked so alike. He turned his back to the rest of the army. "Are you ready?" he asked, mockingly. He saw the alien gulp and moved. Caliwone's fist buried itself into the alien's stomach, causing its scream to strangle off as all of the air in its body blew outward. Before the alien could do any more than look down into Caliwone's cold, smiling eyes, Caliwone blew a hole through the alien's stomach.
There was a collective gasp as the body fell to the ground in a smoldering heap. "LIGHT IT UP!" the leader called out and the alien's weapons lit up. Caliwone raised a hand and batted a bolt of nearly harmless energy away.
"Any specific plan, boss?" Celinal asked, making a game out of dodging bolts.
"Simple," Caliwone said, raising a hand and pointing it at the leader. "Kill them all."
To be continued...
Welcome back Dragon Sagas readers! I just thought that for an anniversary present for Dragon Sagas turning two years old and still going strong, I would present to you all the Origins of Caliwone. Please, let me know what you guys think.
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