Year 514
Okaro was running back to his small house to tell his mom what he saw. His blue and white gi was covered in branches and dirt from jumping around in the trees. He lived his whole life with only his mother, and wasn't even told about the two types of saiyans. He busted the door down and started looking for his mom.
"Mom! I saw these guys that look like me but don't have tails. They don't have fur like you either but there was a guy with hair on his face!" He was jumping up and down, this being the first time he saw another Saiyan.
"Okaro," she pulled him close," Don't ever, ever, go near there again. Those are the men who hurt your father."
He sighed, but nodded, his spiked hair shaking. Rhub hugged her son and as soon as she let go, he went back outside climbing the trees and doing exactly what his mother told him not to do. He climbed the tallest tree to see where the large buildings where and started heading that way. He started jumping from tree to tree and finally got close enough to hear the people walk. He brushed the dust off of himself and decided that he may as well try to blend in. He took a deep breath and began walking into the crowd, his tail hidden in his clothes.
"Hey buddy! Stop right there!" He saw the man running towards him, and he instinctively raised his fists.
"Woah! Calm down man. You should know it's illegal to fight outside the tournament. But have you thought about joining the Galactic Organization? Your power level is huge! How old are you, 25, 26?" The man sized him up, Okaro being 5'10 was a little bit below average for a Saiyan.
"I'm 14. Why do you think my power level is big?" Okaro was slightly scared of the man.
"My mistake, my name's Kon, I'm a scout for the Saiyan Elites. The Organization is where we send our stronger warriors out to try and eradicate the beasts. You are extremely strong for your age, and you seem mostly developed. Who are you?" Kon asked him.
"My names Okaro. I've trained all my life with my mother, Rhub. My father died early on in my life."
"I'm sorry to hear that. If your father was anything like you I'd bet he died proudly in battle. " Kon looked at Okaro's outlandish outfit, and beckoned him to follow. "Come with me, I'll get you some clothes suitable for a warrior. You won't pay a thing, just consider joining us."
Kon brought Okaro to a store, and asked the attendant for a specific outfit. Okaro didn't know what to expect, but was pleased to see what Kon got for him. He was given a white shirt, a shiny black guard for his right shoulder, black leather wraps for his left arm, and baggy black pants with a white tunic draped over them.
"How do you like it? It's what the Warriors wear." Kon saw how much Okaro was loving it.
"It's awesome. I'll consider joining. Thank you." Okaro left, still giddy from his outfit.
"Why do you do it so much?" The attendant asked Kon.
"People like free stuff, people have a good conscience, more often than not. That kid was poor. I'm sure he'll be joining me eventually." Kon said with a smirk.
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Halfway back home, Okaro was still excited about his outfit, until he realized what his mom might do if she saw it.
"Oh shit! She'll kill me if she knows I disobeyed her!" He started to think of what to do and jumped down to the ground, rubbing dirt on his shirt.
Looks dirty enough I guess? He thought, climbing back up the tree. He got back home and his mother saw his clothes, and flew at him.
"YOU WENT BACK DIDN'T YOU! I SWEA-" Her eyes were getting bloodshot as she was yelling.
"Mom! I found these near the stream. Some animal drug it through the grass."
"Oh my gosh! You couldn't have found one in my size too!?" Her anger turned to jealousy.
"Sorry mom I didn't look through the dozens of different colors and sizes that the fish brought me." He said, rolling his eyes.
His mother smacked him, then hugging him without saying a word. She had told him that he was sarcastic like his father. The rest of their day went on like normal, with Rhub going hunting, and Okaro working out. Okaro used the majority of his free time to train, simply because he loved the endorphins. Since he hadn't talked to other children, he learned how to communicate through books that scientists had made. He had never seen the beast Saiyans, so he believed all male Saiyans looked like him and all female ones looked like his mother. After training, he'd usually goto bed, but this night, he didn't. Instead, he waited for his mother to fall asleep and went back to the Saiyan city.
"Mom, or you mind if I go out?" He said in a strained whisper.
After not hearing a response, he took that as a yes and quietly made his way outside. He started running through the trees, knowing exactly which way to go, and got to the city within minutes. Once there, he didn't see anyone, except for a man with a golden aura patrolling the city.
"Stop right there!" The man flew over to Okaro, "You know you're not supposed to be out after dark. Are your parents around?"
"N-no. They're not anywhere around here." The man's expression softened.
"I'm sorry to hear that kid, I'll take you to the orphanage." The man grabbed Okaro, and the two were there in an instant.
"Now, I don't want to see you out again tonight. Take care." The man gave him a salute, and teleported to wherever he wanted to go.
Okaro was in shock, his mouth hanging open from what he just saw, then he realized how much trouble he was in. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know how to get back. He spent some time trying to wake up, thinking he was dreaming, then he started to freak out about his mom.
Oh God! She's gonna kill me! He thought, grabbing his head and falling to his knees. He kept on freaking out, at one point he screamed and growled into the sky. He didn't even notice when the lights went on in the orphanage. By the time he did, he had almost passed out from hyperventilating. He couldn't tell who was carrying him, and thought that the worst they could do was kill him, which would only help his problem with his mom. He fell asleep while being carried, and hoped his mom wouldn't freak out.
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Rhub woke up, and decided to check in on her son. When he wasn't there, she assumed he was out having fun and decided not to worry about him.
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The next morning, Okaro woke up in a cold sweat in a bed he's never seen before. He looked for anyone else in the room, but didn't see anyone else, only messy beds. He got out, and bolted for the door, thinking about what his mom might do if he wasn't home. Before he got to the door, he stopped after he heard the door creak. He stood there, as a red haired girl walked out.
"Oh! Oh, so you're the guy the others found doing something weird in the street?" She chuckled at the last thing she said.
"W-what?" His face was beet red, and he wondered who else saw him.
"I'm guessing that's a yes. I'm Taro." She reached her hand out at him, and he hesitantly shook it, still very tense.
"I'm Okaro."
"So, do you wanna come outside? You seem pretty strong, and my friends are having a tournament." She waited for his response.
"Why not." He followed her out.
"So are you going to join the military?" She asked him on their way.
"Why do you think that?" He remembered what he was wearing, "Oh, no. I haven't thought too hard about it."
"Okay then. My dad was in it. He swore it was the best thing he ever experienced. Until-"
"I'm sorry to hear bout him. You don't need to say anymore." His only experience with emotion was when his mother was mad at him, but he assumed Taro was getting sad talking about her father.
"Until he had a heart attack." She laughed, even though that still wasn't good.
"Oh, um, okay?" Okaro was feeling awkward as hell.
"Lighten up. I'm fine. And here we are." He started hearing electricity crackling outside of the door, and when she opened it, he saw two big guys fighting, and they were both surrounded with glowing auras.
"Wow." Okaro couldn't say anything else, until one of the boys fell back and his hair changed from blonde to black.
The guy that won the fight was huge, and he was screaming at everyone for a challenge.
"I've got one for you!" Taro pushed Okaro into the ring.
"Fresh meat huh? Alright, power up." His aura got much closer to Okaro and he could feel the heat coming off of it.
"What? Are you mental or something? I said power up. If you don't I'm going to tear open your skull!" The guy waited a second, then charged at Okaro.
"Umph!" Okaro felt his back hit the wall, and heard a crack.
He locked his hands together and brought them down on his opponents neck. He saw the big guys hair change from golden to green for a second, but he quickly recovered and tossed Okaro into the sky.
"What the-" Okaro started freaking out as he was falling, but was even more freaked out when he was being hit with beams of energy while he heard the guy scream.
He moved out of the way of the barrage, but started falling down fast. He decided if he died, he may as well try to hurt his killer. He was going down, and focused all his energy into his fist. Once he got close enough, he growled and allowed his energy to flow through his body, and felt his body become surrounded with a white aura. He reared his fist back and let loose on his opponent, hitting him dozens of times in a second. He felt unbelievable anger fill him, and then felt himself being pulled off of the guy.
"Okaro stop! You already knocked him out!" He heard Taro yell.
He came to his senses and backed off. He shook his head and looked at the man he hurt. He saw him bleeding, his hair losing its golden luster, and his eyes were slightly glazed over, not yet dead, but close. Taro put some green bean into his mouth and made him chew, and the man woke back up, his injuries healed. Okaro was pretty shocked, both at what he did and how easily it was reversed.
"Great fight bud, you almost killed me. Haven't had that happen in a while, haha. I'm Lantane." The man was still much stronger looking than Okaro, being about a foot wider and a foot taller.
"Okaro." His hand was engulfed by Lantane's.
"I gotta ask, why didn't you go super? I've never met anyone who didn't in fight."
"Super?"
"The battle form. You don't know about it? Haha, I'll teach you bud."
Okaro started becoming contempt with his new situation, but was still terrified by what might happen with his mother. He walked with his new friends, but was still thinking of how to get away from them.