Defenders of Sol
Chapter 1: Unknown Intentions
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, or Dragon Ball Z. They belong to Akira Toriyama. However, all of the original characters in this story belong to either me, or the selected ones above. Credit to my fellow role players for inspiring me to create characters based off your work.
*This chapter was edited, because the quality of this chapter was lacking due to age.*
Chapter 1
It was a bright, sunny day up in the north. The sky was clear of clouds, and heat struck the landscape. The water seemed calm, with small waves going in and out. Old mountains were covered in oaks and spruce, translucently visible in the distance, hiding behind clouds and fog. The lake didn't seem disturbed by anything in particular. The trees flowed with the wind, and animals continued their fight for survival. Everything was normal.
A young man was spotted on a rock stretching out into the lake from the mainland. He seemed to be sitting in a criss-crossed position, meditating throughout his past-time. The man was tall, and appeared to have impressive muscular definition. His long, blond hair was nearly drenched in sweat from the heat of the day, appearing to be wrapped up in a ponytail. His eyes were closed, and he sat peacefully on the rocky ground, unmindful of the heat, or his constant sweating. He didn't seem to be susceptible to any disturbance.
Suddenly there was a crack however, echoing off into the distance across the cool lake.
The blond lad shot his eyelids open, revealing dark blue eyes that reflected the blinding sunlight. However, the pair of eyes didn't seem too friendly. Within seconds, the tall being sat up and walked over to the mainland, aiming to retrieve his clothing. He grabbed his red T shirt and pulled it over his head before stuffing his arms through the arm holes of his black, sleeveless taekwondo tunic. He wriggled his legs around his white jogging pants and stretched his muscles. Lastly, he tied his black belt around his waist.
The martial artist walked up the shallow hill that lead up to his cottage, almost instinctive. He felt something was very wrong, with only little evidence. After walking up the deck, he opened the slide door into his home, which seemed cosy. A fireplace stood on the right side of the living room, and the couch remained on the left side with a table placed in front of it. The dining table stood on the end of the room, making room for up to four people to eat at once. His bedroom stood on the left side of the room upon entrance, beside the couch, while the bathroom remained on the other side of the couch. Paintings and other various artistic items claimed a spot in the room to his liking. Lastly, a doorway to the kitchen stood at the very end of the room, which also contained the main entrance to his cottage.
Suspicion grew on the man, despite the fact that the room which displayed before him was indistinguishable to the last time he saw it. However, one room in the house remained untouched. So he travelled through his living room all the way to his bedroom. Upon entrance, his single bed and dresser was seen on the opposite side of where he stood, and a picture of his parents along with his youthful self were in that picture. He turned to his right to see a ladder leading up to a hatch into the attic. The curious one stormed up the ladder, and opened the hatch.
Once he entered the attic, he noticed the hatch lacking any resistance. This was his second piece of evidence, since he knew well that the hatch generally sticks to the borders of the opening when it has been unused for a certain amount of time. The young man continued to walk slowly across the floor, exploring the single room. It appeared to be normal, since the storage of his belongings were laid in boxes on the side.
Upon seeing the night table on the far left corner of the room, indicating a missing item, he gritted his teeth. He shot out of the attic, and onto the main deck. He looked around for any evidence of a burglar, footprints, droppings, anything. He was desperate.
He sighed in defeat, cursing under his breath. "I live dozens of miles away from the nearest village, who the hell would come all the way here to take a damn object?" He thought. Things didn't seem to make sense, and couldn't have been vaguer than it is now. Unfortunately for him, that item happened to be a souvenir, in memory of his parents, particularly his father. This event had kept the man lost in thought for several hours. He came up with theories and educated guesses, but nothing was really plausible. He figured that the item he had owned must hold some value to it, and it can be tracked down.
-Four days later-
Several miles to the southeast laid a community, particularly East city. This city held home to a famous school of martial arts – The Orin Temple. This school has changed drastically over the past centuries, especially its attitude. Students that are taught here are generally humble and peaceful, holding rational teachings along with inspirational people. This school contained strong warriors, with a few of the best managing to reach what would be considered "Superhuman". Some students were also of Saiya-jin descent, usually excelling under the teachings of the Orin temple. As of today, there remained three students training in the afterhours without supervision, all of which are humans.
"Yo, Kento. You still haven't hit me, today man."
"Ah, I haven't hit you… yet!" The fighter retorted.
The fighters seemed to have similarities along with their differences. They're all bald, and had six circles imprinted on their foreheads traditionally. Their uniforms were similar as well, still using the yellow and brown uniform for as long as the school has been around. Kento in particular, appeared to be average in height, with the fighter he's squaring off with being much taller. The last fighter stood on the sidelines, being the short one of the group.
"Ha! You said that five times already!" The tall one teased.
Kento ignored his words and charged straight at the opposing fighter, launching a side kick to his mid-section. The taller one side stepped the kick and countered with a reverse roundhouse kick to Kento's head, yet the smaller fighter swiftly dodged the incoming kick. Kento rushed in with a right hook to his left cheek, which he missed by a hair. The tall fighter launched a barrage of straight punches directed at Kento, who was left defending himself by holding his forearms in front of his head. Eventually, the towering fighter launched an upset punch to Kento's stomach, causing the warrior to double over in response. He continued on by firing off a front kick to Kento's face.
He caught the leg, and the tall man gritted his teeth, "Damn It!"
Kento smiled and fired off a roundhouse kick to the tall man's head, causing him to get sent flying back several feet before landing on the ground.
"I told you I can land a hit, Lucas." Kento stated with a satisfying grin, folding his arms in the process.
"Wow, that was impressive Kento. You managed to hit a guy who trained here for eleven years… That doesn't happen every day, now does it?" The short man complimented, walking out onto the middle of the training area.
Lucas stood up on his feet, wiping the dust off of his gi, "About time you hit me. Anyways, keep training with us after school, and we'll be dominating the whole school! Including the Saiya-jins themselves."
"Lucas, save it for yourself. You're one of the best around here, and I'd be kicking the dust if it weren't for people like you." Kento practically praised.
"Man, why do you guys always talk about being the best instead of actually training? Give me a break." The short man argued, seemingly disappointed.
"Says the guy who just sits by, watching us fight." Lucas responded flatly, followed by laughter from Kento.
The smaller fighter scoffed, "Hey man, I'll be inclined to kick your ass if that's what you want…"
The conversation quickly ended when the sound of a foot stepping against the concrete floor. The three students quickly switched their attention to the newcomer, only to discover an old friend walk straight into their dojang.
"Yo guys, Ryal's here." Kento spoke up, gesturing towards the new fighter.
The same tall man with blond hair appeared at the top of the staircase. A grin formed on his face as he dropped his bindle up against the wall, and Ryal strolled over to the group, tightening his belt during the process.
"Kento, Lucas, Collin, how's it going?" He greeted the three, displaying common joy before them by the mere sight of them. It has been months since they've come across each other.
Collin walked straight up to Ryal, halting right in front of him. Ryal seemed to be in the state of confusion, looking down at Collin, and vice versa.
"Can you just stop fucking growing? What are you? 6'5?"
"6'4." Ryal corrected, walking past the short lad and over to the other two fighters.
"I have some stuff to tell you." Ryal informed, stopping in front of the two.
"About what?" Lucas responded, a look of concern forming on his face. Kento stood silent, and kept his full attention fixed on Ryal.
"A few days ago, a burglar robbed my house. All he did was take an orange ball, and then he left. It's like the one that your instructor has on that stand over there." Ryal stated, pointing towards the side table next to the throne on the far side of the dojang. An orange ball with six stars sat on top of it, undisturbed by anything.
"Someone took your dragon ball? How did you get one?" Kento asked.
"What do you mean?" Ryal questioned, puzzled by hearing the term, 'dragon ball'.
"Your dragon ball! If it's like that orange ball up there, it's probably a dragon ball. Did it have stars in it?" Kento asked yet again, becoming sceptical by the moment.
"Yes."
"And somebody took it, right?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't that mean somebody else is gonna come to take the dragon ball?" Lucas formulated, fully engaged into the conversation.
"Alright, hold on. What's a dragon ball?" Ryal asked the group.
"A dragon ball is a rare item. If you collect all seven of the ones that exist here, on Earth, a huge dragon pops out and grants you two wishes of your desire." Collin explained simplistically, almost as if it were a basic thing taught in schools.
"So essentially, if someone stole your dragon ball, chances are, they're going to try and steal all of the dragon balls, including this one here." Kento added, letting his mind drift off about the thought of someone hunting down the dragon balls.
Ryal let a moment pass by to take this in, unsure of what to say. He figured that if one wants to gather all the dragon balls, the certain individual would want to have one or two wishes granted. Knowing this, he's curious to find out the intentions of this burglar. Granted, if he had caught him earlier on, this would have been easier than it is now. For someone to grab a hold of all seven of them can be a very serious deal. A wish to fulfill one's desires may affect everyone on an enormous scale.
"Damn… Somebody must be pretty desperate for something if he's willing to break into my house for it… Unless it's a she." The young man mused, dwelling on the thought further.
"Anyway, is anyone up for some training?" Ryal asked the three. Upon the message being sent, everyone took a step back. Nobody responded.
"Guys, I'll go easy. I promise."
"Come on man, your dad taught you Kamesennin's style. How the hell are we supposed to win?" Collin whined.
"That's an easy question, you don't." An unknown voice echoed through the temple. 3 people dressed in Crane style uniforms dropped down from the roof of the temple, all wearing the traditional formal outfits that Crane student's wear, which consisted of a long, green tunic with yellow sleeves. Each of them wore a cap with the crane's neck and head on top.
"You're from Tsurusennin's place! I thought your kind lives out close to West city!" Collin pointed out, astonished by their arrival.
"That's because we're here for that orange orb. Give it to us or suffer the consequences." The one in the middle insisted, pointing to the six star ball.
Immediately, Lucas stepped forward, placing himself in between the dragon ball and the unwanted guests. He glared at the three, displaying a hint of anger upon his face, "That is rightfully our master's, and it doesn't belong to you. Now please, leave." Lucas countered.
Without a word, the Crane student on the left raised a finger and fired a yellow beam, quickly making its way down to Lucas. He had no time to react, and the beam sliced through the warrior like paper. Lucas, fell to his knees and blood spilled out of his mouth. It was only a few mere seconds until the Orin temple student lost consciousness, eventually losing grasp of his own life, passing away at the hands of Crane fighters.
Ryal became mind blown by the sudden event, becoming washed up with stress and grieve. This was wrong, why did this happen? His friend literally just died in front of his own eyes! Was he going to do something!?
"LUCAS!" Collin shouted, desperately rushing over to the fallen fighter.
The Crane student to the right quickly dashed in, throwing a jaw breaking punch to Collin's cheek. This caused him to be sent flying through the school's walls, and instantly killed him right on the spot.
"NOO!" Kento shouted. Right when he was about to rush over to unwanted guests, Ryal halted him by throwing his arm in front of him.
"Don't, just stay back." Ryal insisted with a deeper, more insistent tone. Kento simply looked up at him with worry and distress, slowly nodding his head and taking a step back. The remaining Orin temple fighter had recently released the power these newcomers possessed, knowing that he wasn't even close to their level of power.
Ryal kept a stern eye on the Crane students, dismayed by their arrival. Lucas laid lifeless on the temple ground, whilst Collin must have also suffered from a similar fate. Self-hatred began to arouse at sight of his deceased friends, regretting himself for not taking action when the time was right. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The only plausible news that came from this was the fact that Ryal has an idea on what he's up against, which definitely wasn't something he bargained for.
The real question is, was he capable of handling three of them?
End of Chapter 1.