Beginnings
"Dad!"
Faris Lionheart, an 8-foot former Sayjin soldier, looked up to see his only son running at him in a hurry. His son, Matthew Lionheart, was short for a Sayjin child of 10 years old, only 5 feet in height. But he made it up for it easily in intelligence. Already he had finished the equivalent of a high school degree. It was quite amazing how he could just read something and know the knowledge in seconds. The only problem was that he didn't do well in Yadratan History. It seemed to be the hardest subject for him, but he passed, barely. He was also great in combat weather it was hand to hand or with a sword. But he was still innocent, kind, and gentle. Faris worried about this, a gentle Sayjin warrior was unheard of and could probably get his son killed. "What is it," he yelled back.
"The Elder said he wants to speak with you!"
"Ok, tell him I'll be there in a little while."
"Alright," Matt yells as he runs back. He was strong for his age as well. He was only 10, 000 below Faris' power level, which was 500,000, and 190,000 above his mother's power level, which was 300,000. His wife, Selene Lionheart, was possibly the last Sayjin female in the galaxy. In fact, they were probably the last Sayjins in the galaxy. It was a sad site, a once proud race almost wiped out to the point of extinction. All they could do now is live their lives and return honor to the Sayjin name. Faris pushed those thoughts aside and began his walk back to the Elder's house. The Elder, was the oldest Yadratan that was their leader. He was a wise being who had brought them in when they were in need. They owed him a lot, but he was just glad to teach Matthew their ways. It would be strange to see a Sayjin that was merciful.
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"You wanted to see me," Faris asked the Elder as he entered the room.
"Yes," the Elder stated in a baritone voice that seemed to radiate wisdom and authority. "Matthew seems to be doing well in his studies and training, he should be ready for his Journey into the galaxy in eight years." A Journey was a spiritual and educational experience for all who came of age on Yadrat, but they were usually carried out on the being 25th birthday. Having a Journey on someone's 18th birthday was unheard of, but Matthew was not a Yadratan.
"Really," Faris said with no emotion, but deep down inside he was both proud and scared. He was proud at the fact his son was going to surpassing his peers. His fear came from the fact that he wouldn't be able to protect him anymore. He pushed the fear back; his son would be able to take care of himself when he grew up. Faris and his teachers would make sure of that.
"Right now," the Elder started up again. "He has the choice of several majors for the college level schooling. He cannot seem to decide between Engineering, Medical Studies, Tactician, or Astrophysics."
"Why can't he do all of them," Faris asked.
"Do you think he could do it," the Elder questioned Faris as if he were crazy.
"Listen, he is extremely intelligent for someone his age," Faris began. "Plus the fact that he has a visual retention rate of 96 percent as well as a thirst for knowledge itself. I think it should be his decision."
"Gladly," a juvenile voice piped up from behind. They turned to see Matthew standing by the doorframe.
"Are you sure you know what you are doing," the Elder asked. "This is going to be more difficult than anything you have ever been through."
"Yes," Matt replied. "And I can't wait until it begins." Matt's excitement was so strong, it shocked both the Yadratan and his father. They looked at each other and smiled almost evilly. Little did the boy know of what they had in store for his schooling.
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Eight years later, Matthew had grown into a fine warrior and scholar. The schooling had been harder than he thought, but it was worth it to see the faces of everyone as he surpassed even the smartest of scholars. He was now seven feet four inches, with plenty of strength, speed, and agility to take on other fighters. (About a power level of 800,000.) Wearing long, green utility pants, a t-shirt under a long sleeve shirt under a fleece jacket, a pair of brown leather gloves, black boots and a black cap, Matt walked to the landing pad that held his parents, the Elder, and his father's old Sayjin Space Pod (SSP). He stepped in front of the Elder and stood straight and still with his tail wrapped around his waist. "For eighteen years, we have taught you, trained you, and protected you," the Elder began his ceremonial speech. "But now, we have taught you all we know."
"We have trained you enough to protect yourself," his father stated as part of the ritual.
"You no longer need to be protected," his mother said. "But now you go out into the galaxy to find your place in it."
"As per our customs," the Elder rasped. "You will now be given the right tools to survive your Journey. Once you have completed it, you can either return here or remain out there amongst the stars. It is our solemn wish that you go safely, justly, and with honor." As the Elder finished, Faris came up the Matthew and handed him a ten-foot box. Matthew opened it and found his family's heirloom, the Lionheart Blade. Matthew took it out and strapped it to his back. Then, his mother came to him and gave Matt another box. When he opened it, he found a shoulder bag, a pair of binoculars, a hygiene kit, a scouter, a bag full of the galaxy's main currency known as gil, and some other useful items. Matt put the shoulder bag on and put the rest of the items in the bag. He bowed his thanks not know if he had the voice to say thank you nor say good bye. He shook his father's hand, hugged his mother, bowed to the Elder, and waved to the crowd in silent good-bye. Then, for the first time in his life, he went into the SSP and closed the door. Next thing Matt knew, he was in Space heading for the nearest planet on his was toward adventure.
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"Dad!"
Faris Lionheart, an 8-foot former Sayjin soldier, looked up to see his only son running at him in a hurry. His son, Matthew Lionheart, was short for a Sayjin child of 10 years old, only 5 feet in height. But he made it up for it easily in intelligence. Already he had finished the equivalent of a high school degree. It was quite amazing how he could just read something and know the knowledge in seconds. The only problem was that he didn't do well in Yadratan History. It seemed to be the hardest subject for him, but he passed, barely. He was also great in combat weather it was hand to hand or with a sword. But he was still innocent, kind, and gentle. Faris worried about this, a gentle Sayjin warrior was unheard of and could probably get his son killed. "What is it," he yelled back.
"The Elder said he wants to speak with you!"
"Ok, tell him I'll be there in a little while."
"Alright," Matt yells as he runs back. He was strong for his age as well. He was only 10, 000 below Faris' power level, which was 500,000, and 190,000 above his mother's power level, which was 300,000. His wife, Selene Lionheart, was possibly the last Sayjin female in the galaxy. In fact, they were probably the last Sayjins in the galaxy. It was a sad site, a once proud race almost wiped out to the point of extinction. All they could do now is live their lives and return honor to the Sayjin name. Faris pushed those thoughts aside and began his walk back to the Elder's house. The Elder, was the oldest Yadratan that was their leader. He was a wise being who had brought them in when they were in need. They owed him a lot, but he was just glad to teach Matthew their ways. It would be strange to see a Sayjin that was merciful.
*********
"You wanted to see me," Faris asked the Elder as he entered the room.
"Yes," the Elder stated in a baritone voice that seemed to radiate wisdom and authority. "Matthew seems to be doing well in his studies and training, he should be ready for his Journey into the galaxy in eight years." A Journey was a spiritual and educational experience for all who came of age on Yadrat, but they were usually carried out on the being 25th birthday. Having a Journey on someone's 18th birthday was unheard of, but Matthew was not a Yadratan.
"Really," Faris said with no emotion, but deep down inside he was both proud and scared. He was proud at the fact his son was going to surpassing his peers. His fear came from the fact that he wouldn't be able to protect him anymore. He pushed the fear back; his son would be able to take care of himself when he grew up. Faris and his teachers would make sure of that.
"Right now," the Elder started up again. "He has the choice of several majors for the college level schooling. He cannot seem to decide between Engineering, Medical Studies, Tactician, or Astrophysics."
"Why can't he do all of them," Faris asked.
"Do you think he could do it," the Elder questioned Faris as if he were crazy.
"Listen, he is extremely intelligent for someone his age," Faris began. "Plus the fact that he has a visual retention rate of 96 percent as well as a thirst for knowledge itself. I think it should be his decision."
"Gladly," a juvenile voice piped up from behind. They turned to see Matthew standing by the doorframe.
"Are you sure you know what you are doing," the Elder asked. "This is going to be more difficult than anything you have ever been through."
"Yes," Matt replied. "And I can't wait until it begins." Matt's excitement was so strong, it shocked both the Yadratan and his father. They looked at each other and smiled almost evilly. Little did the boy know of what they had in store for his schooling.
******************
Eight years later, Matthew had grown into a fine warrior and scholar. The schooling had been harder than he thought, but it was worth it to see the faces of everyone as he surpassed even the smartest of scholars. He was now seven feet four inches, with plenty of strength, speed, and agility to take on other fighters. (About a power level of 800,000.) Wearing long, green utility pants, a t-shirt under a long sleeve shirt under a fleece jacket, a pair of brown leather gloves, black boots and a black cap, Matt walked to the landing pad that held his parents, the Elder, and his father's old Sayjin Space Pod (SSP). He stepped in front of the Elder and stood straight and still with his tail wrapped around his waist. "For eighteen years, we have taught you, trained you, and protected you," the Elder began his ceremonial speech. "But now, we have taught you all we know."
"We have trained you enough to protect yourself," his father stated as part of the ritual.
"You no longer need to be protected," his mother said. "But now you go out into the galaxy to find your place in it."
"As per our customs," the Elder rasped. "You will now be given the right tools to survive your Journey. Once you have completed it, you can either return here or remain out there amongst the stars. It is our solemn wish that you go safely, justly, and with honor." As the Elder finished, Faris came up the Matthew and handed him a ten-foot box. Matthew opened it and found his family's heirloom, the Lionheart Blade. Matthew took it out and strapped it to his back. Then, his mother came to him and gave Matt another box. When he opened it, he found a shoulder bag, a pair of binoculars, a hygiene kit, a scouter, a bag full of the galaxy's main currency known as gil, and some other useful items. Matt put the shoulder bag on and put the rest of the items in the bag. He bowed his thanks not know if he had the voice to say thank you nor say good bye. He shook his father's hand, hugged his mother, bowed to the Elder, and waved to the crowd in silent good-bye. Then, for the first time in his life, he went into the SSP and closed the door. Next thing Matt knew, he was in Space heading for the nearest planet on his was toward adventure.
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