Long after Demigra's defeat a young saiyan, around the age of 16 was training in the forest. "Hyah! Hyah! Yah!" The saiyan called throwing punches and kicks. The force from his punches caused trees to collapse without him touching them. The saiyan wiped his brow. An elderly gentleman clapped his hands twice. "Okra! You've been training harder than usual today. Your heart is open, but your mind is clouded." The man sat on his porch steps patting an open space next to him. As Okra went to sit by his master his master handed him an oolong tea. "Come child, speak your worries. You've been like a son to me ever since you arrived here nearly 4 years ago." The elderly man reminisced of the past smiling warmly. "Well... Master Käse... you see... for the past week I've felt a strong power nearby... it's like it wants me to come near it... and I want to see what it is." Okra told his master. The man shook his head. "We aren't training now. You call me Molkerei. By first name. Secondly avoid that calling Okra. You are a saiyan from a planet of a few survivors. If they're searching for you it's likely there are more than just one. So... please avoid it." Okra looked down, his tail resting behind him. "Yes mast- uh Molkerei." Okra spoke. Still that calling intrigued him.
Later that night Okra and Molkerei Käse were knelt on futons by their kotatsu eating Molkerei's favourite dish teriyaki noodles. On the news a blonde woman was talking about new discoveries in a cave, the cave was Dr. Gero's lab. Underground the camera began flickering. Suddenly the screen went black, all that could be heard was the audio of bones cracking and blood curdling screams of agony. Molkerei turned off the channel. Okra looked towards him. It was obvious he was hiding something. "Okra tomorrow is the 4th anniversary of when you arrived on Earth is it not?" Okra smiled. Oh right I forgot... it's been so long..." Okra swallowed a mouthful of noodlesas he thought back to those days of youth.
A saiyan pod crashed through a building, the building was falling towards a woman with a baby but a bright blue ki blast destroyed it into tiny bits of rubble that scattered around the woman and her child. The pod slowly opened. A yell of rage echoed, citizens fled the scene. From the pod emerged a boy with rugged spikey black hair, galaxy blue armour with a lighter blue coloured shoulder pad on the right-side. The figure who shot the blast was a young girl, no older than 15 with pale blue eyes and black as night hair. She looked down on the boy. "How dare you invade Earth you scum!" She called out as she surrounded herself in blue aura racing towards the child. The child smirked cockily as he blocked the girl's attack with the palms of his hands. The saiyan retaliated by headbutting the girl sending her rolling back. At that minute a man walked towards the boy. This man had a kind wrinkled face and pale blue eyes. His grey hair was blown by the wind. The saiyan stared at the man as he got closer. The man came down to eye level with the saiyan, placing a hand on his head. "Young one, we aren't your enemies. Whatever troubles you've faced are in the past. Smile, for the future is still ahead."
The two chuckled as they still remembered it bright as day. Seconds passed before the shōji opened. "Ah Miyuki, welcome home." Molkerei smiled at the girl with jet black hair and light blue eyes. "Dad why is that saiyan still living with us? Don't you remember how much trouble he caused...?" The girl said with sad eyes. Molkerei chuckled. "Come now Miyuki, if you're still upset about how he beat you with a single headbutt..." Molkerei teased. "It's not that! Besides some dumb purple haired bitch drained most of my ki beforehand. If that hadn't happened I would have killed him!" The girl said slamming her fist on the table. "I run your dojo now! I dropped school to keep it open so we could pay our bills! I'm the reason we have food to eat but you only care about that saiyan!" Molkerei shook his head. "Yuki you know that isn't true. I respect that you've done this at such a young age. You're only 18 and you've done so much. But you see... Okra has become part of our family." Miyuki looked at the saiyan in disgust. "He'll never replace Ched. Ched was kind and sweet and strong!" The young girl snapped before slamming the door to her room. Okra looked down. Molkerei placed a hand on his student's shoulder. "Just give her time... she misses her brother who has been missing for 7 years now..." Okra looked as he saw the man who had always been smiling appear sad. The saiyan nodded. "Come on, let's get some rest." Molkerei said pulling down two wall panels revealing bed blocks.
On a tree outside a slender woman stood. A scouter began beeping as it scanned the house. "Found you..." the woman smirked. She vanished to report to her team the house in the mountains.
When the sun rose Miyuki left to fly into the city to open the dojo. Molkerei woke Okra. "Okra fly to the dojo and give Miyuki her lunch. She forgot it again." Okra nodded and raced to the dojo, a smile painted on his face. The boy opened the door and watched Miyuki's session. "Rule 1!" Miyuki called to her class "Pain is growth!" The class answered back. "Take 5 class." She said as she walked to Okra. She saw him holding her bento. Even after she was harsh he was still standing here in front of her. "Hey Okra... take care heading home... my dad worries..." she said in near tears. Okra walked out and took to the skies flying back the the hut in the mountains. "Welcome back Okra." The man chuckled handing Okra a hard wooden box. "It took me a while to track this down, but I think you might like it." The old man grinned. As Okra opened the box he revealed a beautiful orange ball with seven stars inside. "A dragon ball? Are you sure I can have this master?" Okra smirked happily. Molkerei cleared his throat. "Molkerei, we aren't training." Okra gave a closed eye smile "Right, right eheheheh."
The sun had set Okra and Molkerei had sat down to their evening meal. Miyuki walked in sitting down to join them. "Honey glazed ham?" Okra nodded. "It's your favourite right?" Miyuki looked at the cut of meat. "Idiot... don't be so kind, people will take advantage of you..."
After the three had finished Molkerei went to bed. Miyuki grabbed Okra's hand. "Come on we're going to a festival. It's in the city's park." Miyuki told Okra as she opened the door closing it behind her. Nobody locked the door because of their location nobody would be breaking in. The two walked around the festival are looking at all the amazing sites, trying all the great food and even playing games. Okra threw a baseball in his palms knocking down 12 bottles at once. He won a stuffed lion plush. He handed it to Miyuki. "I have no need for stuffed things anyway. Well except my stomach." Okra laughed. Miyuki accepted the present. "Okra we should go back now." Miyuki told Okra, to which he nodded in agreement. The two took off their ki made them appear to be shooting stars.
The next day arrived too soon. Miyuki trudged out of the house heading towards the dojo. Outside the house three figures stood. "So...this is the place huh?" One said in a gravely voice. The female figure nodded. "Tonight we'll strike." She informed her team.
"Okra, training time." The elderly man called. "Yes master Käse!" Okra called as the two headed outside. As the door opened Molkerei looked around. "I thought I heard voices... oh well, Okra today you'll focus on your reaction time, get your body to act on its own when necessary, but don't always rely on your muscle memory to save you." Okra didn't quite understand what any of this meant. After he regained focus his master had disappeared. "Mast-" he felt a hand being placed on his shoulder blade. "Accel Burst!" The man called and Okra was sent sliding forward. "Remember what we learned last month? Don't space out in combat!" Okra laughed with his eyes closed rubbing the back of his head. "Right, my bad Master."
When night arrived Miyuki didn't return. She left her father a message saying she had taxes to do. The old man stretched. Okra sighed. "Maste- uh Molkerei, it's fun living here, and training but...isn't there more to life? After so long the same day layout gets boring." "Okra, life is a blessing. It's what we make it, not what's set in stone." The old man ruffled the saiyan's hair. The two headed for bed after that, after all they had an early start tomorrow. Silence. It was all quite in the mountains. Foot steps approached the house. The gravely voiced male held out his palm to face the house and deep blue ki began forming a ball, the female did the same charging a purple, the final male figure began charging a white ki blast. He smirked. The three released their ki blasts causing the house to crumble. "There that should have taken care of Okra." The female chuckled. The trio left quickly before any attention was brought to them.
The sun began to rise on the next day, Okra woke up throwing the rubble and debris off him. "What...happened? Wait! Master are you okay?!" Okra called desperately digging through the rubble. "Master!" He called tears forming in his eyes. Uncovering his masters body he shook his masters body. "Molkerei...?" Tears fell as his mind played back all his masters teachings. "Treasure those in your life, don't hold back against those who would hurt them." "A dull peaceful life is better than one where you're loved ones are in danger." "Life is a blessing. It's what you make of it. It's not set in stone." His master's final words replaying as if it were on a loop. Okra let out a bellow of rage, echoing throughout the city below. Okra's aura became golden as his hair began spiking up leaving two parts of his hair laying against his forehead. He bulked up as his jet black hair turned gold. He breathed heavily as his ki flowed out of him. "I will find who did this and ensure they die! They'll regret killing my master!"
That evening Miyuki returned expecting to see the house she grew up in, but instead was greeted with the remains of her childhood memories. As she saw her father's cold body lying there not breathing, tears filled her eyes. "D-d-dad..." is all she could force out before falling to the ground and curling up.
Clutching the seven star ball close Okra began walking around the country. He had but one wish, the wish to bring back his master. Okra sighed, the task seemed impossible. He noticed a young petite girl tending to a flower garden outside a small house. The girl was fair skinned and had dark brown hair. As Okra approached she seemed to back away. "Leave us alone saiyan! We've done what you're boss has asked! We've got nothing else for you to take!" Her eyes seemed to tear up as she began shaking freezing on the spot. "Saiyan problems?" Okra asked in a friendly tone. It was hard to come across that way, especially what with the weight on his shoulders. "Yeah... hey you can beat em right? Come with me!" She lead the saiyan inside the house.
Sitting around a table was a chubby bald man with a moustache, an woman with blue hair, and the girl who was outside. "So, you're sure this saiyan can take them on?" The old man questioned the young girl. The girl nodded happily. "Young man, if you can help us we'll give you this here ball." The old man said indicating to a glass cabinet storing a dragon ball inside. Okra nodded, he had no choice. He needed it more than anything.
"Knock knock~" cooed a voice from the back door. "Old timer, do you have our food ready?" Said a tall buff man wearing a red scouter, with metallic red saiyan armour with orange shoulder straps. "He won't pay a dime to you." Okra said confidently. "Cocky little bastard aren't you?" Taunted the man in armour. "If you're going to cause trouble between me and that man, then I'm afraid you'll have to be exterminated."