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Present Day
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In the desert, a small figure trudged through the dunes in determination. This figure rose his power to the highest he could muster, fighting the oncoming sandstorm, which parted, then swirled at the person's wake. However, before long the force proved far too great, and the figure's knees buckled, unable to bear any more. Covering the young man's body, the endless twisters of sand and grit passed over the cloak he was wearing. The cloak was quickly torn to rags, and the face of the poor fellow was revealed. It was Ragar.
He had no tears, and his skin began to bake under the heated soil. Was this it?
The storm stopped. Covered in sand, Ragar passed out. Not long after, a strange figure in another cloak walked up to the sand where the boy had been buried in the dunes. He dug up the supposed grave with his mind. Blue light flashed brightly, cutting the sand like butter, and lifting Ragar to the surface. The cloaked person then carried Ragar out from the desert, and next to a lakebed. At the bank, he tossed Ragar's unconscious body into the water.
Hydration returned to Ragar. Am I dead? He thought, when his body began to float. Why am I wet? Where am I? Oxygen rushed from his lungs. Ragar thrashed, and swam upwards.
The figure looked at the bubbling on the lake's surface. A blue haired head crashed through the water, gasping. "So, you're awake," the figure said.
"What the heck! Who are you?!" Ragar screamed.
"Why is that important?" If the cloak wasn't covering the stranger's face, he might have had a trollface. But Ragar had other things on his mind.
"It isn't! Now I have to go avenge my sister!" Ragar yelled in retort. He was about to fly off, when suddenly, the stranger grabbed his hair. "OW!"
"I'm not finished… what a rash kid…" The weird person replied. "I know something you don't. You'll need it."
"What do you mean?" Ragar changed his tone. His aura had faded away, and he settled down promptly. The stranger released his grip. What could it be?
"You are Ragar, correct?" The man asked, as Ragar nodded.
"I heard that there is a chance your sister may be alive." The cloak suddenly fluttered, as an elated Ragar jet upwards, wondering if he would see April again. His rash thinking caused him to ignore the improbability of April's revival. He scanned the horizon expectantly.
"Where could she BE? Is April ALIVE?!" He swiveled north, wondering if he could find April where she had died. "Is she this way?!" Ragar blasted off to the north... North City.
"That boy is something else... look at him go. He's almost out of sight already..." The man spoke, sighing. The hood was off by the wind that Ragar had caused. A halo shone brightly, and smooth, green skin with black spots on the cranium were also revealed. The sharp red eyes complemented his smirk, as he watched with amusement at the joyous Sayian boy. "I wonder if the rumors are true: Does this kid has a great potential to survive the chaos that's currently going on?" He paused and stopped smirking. "He must; in order to save Earth from Omega, we need as much help as we can get..."
Ragar cut through the air, wasting no time, while expending energy fast. Finally being able to see the banks and towering structures of North City, Ragar began remembering the tragedy three years prior. The sayian youth shrugged it off, trying not to remember the bad, as he figured he would see April again... After three long years of heartbreak. Would she be the same, or did she age? Would she recognize Ragar? Questions poured out from Ragar's mind, until he could actually hear himself thinking aloud. He stopped abruptly, descending into the heart of the recovering city. It looked different from before, as few buildings were broken anymore, with a lot more people bustling to fix the city, or go about other daily businesses. Ragar was relieved to see more people. He then recalled why he had come here.
Walking up to a man, Ragar spoke: "Have you seen a little girl about my age? Dirty Blond? Blue Parka? A tail like mine?"
"Outta my way, kid! I don't have time for someone like you!" Ragar was nudged aside, and the man walked away, but not before a final word of "Freak" had escaped his lips. Apropos, Ragar stuck his tongue out, flipping a special, specific bird. Luckily, the man didn't catch that, because if he did, he would have been sorry.
"Have you seen a little girl 'round my age?" Ragar asked a woman, as she walked out of a mall. Ragar followed her, as she continued to walk, and explained to her the description of April. The woman kept quiet, as if she was hiding something. She wore a hood and a cloth around her forehead. Strangely enough, no footsteps were heard, even though she was moving. Ragar paid no attention, only focusing on someone who could find his sister.
Someone else was closing in on the two, unknown to Ragar, though the odd woman seemed to notice. Ragar continued, until a weird man came, and grabbed Ragar by the ponytail.
"YOW! Leggo of me, you creep!" Ragar cried.
"Shut up, you dumb brat!" the man yelled. "I'm flirting here!" The woman, hearing this, wasn't very pleased.
"I'm looking for my sister, asshole! What's productive about being a flirt?!" Ragar grew miffed.
"Don't call Due Che an asshole, you gutter kid! No one cares about you or your stupid sister! Get outta here! You and your freaky tail!" The woman grew a bit surprised, seeing the tail for the first time.
"Sh-shut up!" Ragar was beginning to see red, as he heard his sister being mocked. "I should beat you up for mocking April, DOUCHE!"
"It's Due Che! And you can't do a thing about it! Because there is no way you can beat me up! What a fucking LAUGH!" Due Che taunted and jeered. He had just crossed the line.
Ragar could only see in blood red. He began shuddering, and his energy crackled in the air. His blue hair flickered yellow, only to remain blue. His tail also flickered yellow, but stopped. The ground began to crack, and Ragar growled. Tears were beginning to form, and he sniffed. "B-bully! Take i-it BACK! TAKE IT BACK!" The woman gazed at the enraged child, surprisingly unfazed. She had blue skin…
Due was terrified, and fled the scene, screaming, "I'M SORRY! DON'T KILL ME!"
Ragar then realized what was happening, stopped, and flew to a different part of town, embarrassed. The woman didn't follow.
"Have you seen my sister, a little girl…" Ragar asked many random citizens afterward, but most ignored him. Others couldn't help.
Ragar flew off east, to the shore, distraught. Sitting there, he wept until midnight. North West was no place for him anymore. He then left, vowing to surpass himself. He would travel the globe, forever training to be the best he can, in dedication to April. He flew in the south west direction, going somewhere he didn't know would be a fateful encounter.