This second chapter was written by me and edited by a nice beta reader called shadowwriter01. The second chapter was finally written.
Little did Krillin know he didn't just travel back in time, but that the timeline he had arrived in was a completely new one... independent from the one before.
His life until he was a student stayed the same but his future would be a mystery.
10:09 A.M.
Today was one of the few days Krillin was fighting another student and everyone could only stand around and watch.
Being young again Krillin's opponent stood over four feet taller than him and had a nasty big smirk. For a man who didn't look like he brushes his teeth he had a lot of them.
" I bet you wish I'll just kick your butt and let you go to your room with a sore rear end. Well after me everyone here is going to kick you like a game of soccer."
The old Krillin would put up a fight that would end where he would just get thrown around like a ragdoll. Or he would simply cover his eyes and hope it would end soon.
This time Krillin would show this bully moves he had learned when he was trying to beat Goku. He attacked first stomping his feet against the ground, followed by a backflip in the air, and a right punch in his face. It wasn't fortunate for the bully. He took blows that would knock him down and yet...before the end of this day he would recover because Krillian only kills when he had to, tyrants and people who are a threat to the world.
One of the other pupils thought Krillin just got lucky. He surprised him as he ran towards the small fighter, with both his fists ready to pummel the little squirt. The only thing he got from Krillin was the chance to feel both of his fists when he punched his chin and stomach simultaneously, using both his hands. After the punch the marital artist looked like he was choking himself. But in fact it was the surprise of Krillin's strength that immobilized him.
" H-How...?" he stammered.
In his own timeline this already happened. It filled him with joy that here, he got victory over their bullying faster than at the martial arts tournament.
"Don't ever look at me as your kickball ever again!"
It was too bad for Krillin that the men wanted to kick him around. One attacking him at a time wasn't enough, so they all jumped at him at the same time. Krillin's moves weren't enough to take all of theirs at once. It was a good thing he had a trap set up for them.
"See what my ki blast can do!"
His body gave an aura that didn't stop the martial arts from attacking him. When his aura was high enough he released a little of his ki into a blast through the floor.
What Krillin did was the destruction of the entire dojo. It was all gone: the floor he was standing on, the other marital artists gathered around him, and even the candles.
What Krillin just did was something he knew the master would banish him for.
That meant he'd have no choice but to go back to Kami House and train with Goku, when they both haven't even met yet. He could however just not go there.
Using his legs, he dashed towards the exit of the martial arts room, to the outside.
He was going to just look around the world, for something to change his future.
Unfortunately for Krillin, one of the monks was just busy watering a flower bed and when he saw him running across he turned towards him.
"We are not allowed to run here, Krillin," the other student reminded him.
He knew that. Krillin was doing something he wasn't supposed to.
The monk was just telling Krillin what he was supposed to do. And if Krillin didn't listen to him it just meant he would get in trouble and the monk could stay behind to wait.
Krillin at least knew the surroundings of this monk-temple and he was aware where the left and right path could take him. Given that there was more of a crowd on the left, but little him knew places he could squeeze through masses of people, he chose the left side.
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There was a young boy with a monkey tail living in a mountain area that had lots of forest and animals. His name was Goku. Goku had only one word to everyone he meets-used everyday- and that was: "hello".
He was an overly friendly boy and also strong in both his arms and legs. He had just finished catching fish, carrying wood, and his own personal training. All that was left was to greet his grandpa's soul.
" Hey Grandpa." Goku stood just an arms length from the orange ball, that he believed contained his Grandpa Gohan's soul. "I found enough fish to make sure I'll be fed and full."
Goku gently rubbed the spot on the golden ball where the four small red stars were painted on, trying to let his grandfather know everything is alright. Poor Goku had it rough when his grandfather had died. For some reason however he had no memory of how exactly he passed away.
Goku may be hard of understanding some things most of the time, but even he could see that it was weird not to remember how a person you had been talking and smiling with one moment earlier could suddenly just have been crushed by something big. Little did Goku know that a man... or rather a green skinned alien... was floating above him.
Being the way she was, she loathed the small Saiyan who would grow up to almost destroy her one day. Killing him now would be too easy. No, the procedure of destroying Goku was make him feel betrayed, to rip a hole in his heart.
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Krillin was once more in an uncomfortable place, feeling depressed after running away from the monks. He felt like a hermit, sitting under a box and eating a bag of chips. The one thing Krillin was sure of was that, if he had made it to Roshi's a long time ago he could make it there again. Things were just going faster than he had planned and this time he didn't have the energy left to make it there in one day.
'I want to surpass Vegeta, but now I might not even have the strength to make it to Master Roshi,' he thought angrily to himself.
Someone had been following him. And now this person finally walked up to him and titled his back to look into Krillin“s eyes.
"Would you like to get out of this box and go to a place that makes the one... and the person... you are looking for look like a joke?"
Krillin first looked at the red hair and then he tried touching the man's hand. Yes, he wanted to be lifted from the box and go out to the place he was talking about.
"I-I'll go anywhere you want me to."
Those were the words Demigra wanted to hear.
Yes, Demigra... the name of the being who instigated all this from the beginning. He was finally going to make young Krillin do his bidding and he didn't even have to turn him into a slave.
First he had to use his staff to take him to the place he wanted him to go. This place had originally been a void. But Demigra had changed it and put additional scary things into this room to make it more menacing for Krillin's training. First there was a train... decorated like a black dragon with red eyes. Whoever made this train must have also felt the shivers towards it. The train however wasn't the place where Krillin would start trying to get stronger.
Before Krillin knew it, he was hit by a staff.
"That's just a little pain, little boy," he said to him. "Now face energy that wants to hurt you."
Krillin felt nothing until a dark aura began to surround Demigra. It was a picture as if a dark bird with glowing red eyes pecked through his chest.
" B-But...you can't do this to me-" he stammered.
Demigra showed Krillian now what true power was. The incoming onslaught of wand hits and energy attacks would probably end up very soon in a serious migraine for him.
"You want to get strong? Then you better learn to get through this!"
Krillian felt like he was back in the monk's time he looked like a shuddery kid that was bombarded by energy attacks. This power directed against him was mighty, thats for sure. Krillian was still being tossed around by this energy like he was a rag doll.
"Torment... will be your one and only ally."
Meanwhile, a young woman was keen on finding five balls which together would be able to grant her any wish. Her hair was blue... and her clothes were more colorful than a picture of the sunset. But she wasn't a woman to be taken lightly. So far she had gotten only one DragonBall easily.
She took a right turn on a rocky road. Then her radar started to beep.
" I'm getting close," she said. "The DragonBall is only 1km away."
Little did she know that someone was after her, who wanted to kill her.
She was known as Linf.
Where eyes should be was just a red rag. Her hair was a wavy black. She was wearing yellow robes and dark blue pants, carried no weapons except a robed feline who looked more like a hamster beneath its attire... and her shoes had blue snakes on the sides.
She was well trained.
Her training as a member of Frieza's army made her strong and her stamina was remarkable. If she wanted she could spend an entire day fighting and using ki blasts.
But she had this ability, to control metal and she could make that car fall.
"I only have a half kilometer left..." she declared, "and then I'll have my next DragonBall."
The wheels had come to a halt. Her control of the metal was working.
"What the?" she called out.
The woman felt the car beginning to move in its own. And then it was starting to spin around.
