Disclaimer: Toei Animation, Bird Studios/Shueisha, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation own all three Dragon Ball Series, including all the characters and attacks that appear in them. I do however own a great deal of the non-DBZ canon characters that will be used in the story... in fact all of them. Except Tairo, who belongs to LT. Okay, nuff said.
Hmmm… Golden likes this plot a great deal! So no one should worry about it going on hiatus, or even worse, going bye-bye!
Serori: Its not like that matters, I doubt that thought was crossing anyone's mind.
Yeah… You're probably right. Well, onward!
"You have asked me about the doubtful decision maker... Well, let me say this...In our world, there are two types of decision makers. There is that person who has doubts before a decision, and that person who has doubts afterwards. I will leave it to you to decide which person is of stronger character."
Chapter 3: Decisions
----------------Senzai----------------
A great, golden orb peeked its glorious head above the horizon, forcing the dark clouds of night asunder, freeing the hidden heavens from their shadowy prison. The golden flames of the sun setting the dark skies ablaze, the rays painting a breathtaking mosaic of the lightest hues of pink, orange, and gold, the rising sun giving the slumbering world yet another day to enjoy its splendor.
A figure stood alone in a vast meadow of scattered trees, his eyes glued to the rising golden orb, the soft rays of gold matching the coloring of his armor's breastplate and shoulder pads.
His mind began to franticly think, trying to figure out how he'd gotten here, his last memories of his palace, and an ominous figure handing him the stone he now held in his hand. He knew that he hadn't left his planet, but it boggled his mind how he'd left his palace, and how he wound up in this meadow, the grassy area not too far from the castle.
A soft breath passed his lips as he unconsciously fondled the rounded stone in his hand, the stone colored by an odd mix of snow white and onyx black, the stone feeling like a smooth, glass marble against his bare hand. His other hand held a golden medallion by its chain, made of iron links.
He slowly lowered his gaze from the sun and looked to that medallion just a silent gust of cool, crisp air gently blew through the field, the blades of grass and the leaves of the trees swaying lightly. The soft breeze left as quickly as it had come, the figure's brown locks and silky black cape waving slightly as the wind passed through.
He gazed deeply at the ruby centered on the medallion, running his fingers over it lightly. He seemed to lose touch with reality as his mind recalled the day the medallion came into his possession…
----------------Ten Years Ago…----------------
A grand pair of doors made from the purest gold stood adorned with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires, making the enormous twin doors an unparalleled display of opulence.
On the inside of the door stood a vast hall housing no less than five dozen tailed men and women, each standing a good five feet apart, thirty persons on either side of a ridiculously lengthy and fairly wide carpet colored crimson with touches of a brilliant gold. The carpet lay atop a hard, brown, rocky ground, as the hall was no more than a enormous, hollowed out cavern at the heart of a mountain.
Darkness filled the cavern for the most part, the flames of the men and women's torches only lighting the path from the door to the end of the carpet, at which point there stood a five-step staircase covered by the carpet.
The staircase ended in a pedestal atop which sat two thrones, both seats having frames of gold and seats of soft, brown fur. The thrones differed only in size and decoration, the throne on the right larger and decorated in rubies, the throne on the left smaller and adorned with amethysts.
Suddenly, the doors flung open and in walked a one-man procession, this man garbed in a full suit of black cloth underneath red armor with golden shoulder pads, and atop the red armor's chest sat a golden breastplate.
The long black cape of silk that hung from his shoulders and extended to his ankles flowed gently as he moved forth, his gaze locked on the twin thrones. His boots, black with gold coloring the toe area, made extremely light imprints in the soft carpet, marking each step of his path to the throne.
"He truly mirrors his father," murmured one onlooker. "He walks as if he already bears the imperial medallion."
Another nodded, and spoke his agreement in a soft whisper. "He looks a lot like Vegeta too, except for those brown eyes and that brown mane."
As the soon to be crowned king moved forward, his eyes took in the view of one Saiyajin in particular, who stood at the right of the thrones, garbed in a similar armor, except its coloring lacked red, its place taken by white.
The Saiyajin whom the royal looked to stepped forward, centering himself at the middle of the aisle, which had been made by the carpet and the two rows of Saiyajin elite. The royal saw in this figure a powerful warrior, made obvious by his bulging physique, and the awesome power radiating from his form and surging throughout the room, each Saiyajin in attendance made aware of his presence.
The figure's slightly scarred visage gave him the appearance of a brutish, careless warrior, but the royal knew better. This Saiyajin could not have been a General of the entire race for three generations if that were so, although one could just sense a sort of raging bloodlust about him, his nearly uncontrollable fury controlled by a iron will that had only faltered once, leading to the scar that detracted from his otherwise unblemished countenance.
"My prince, the lord Senzaimono," said Serori, drawing a golden medallion up from its place latched onto his waist, "You have labored long and hard under the Royal Guards, and the First Class Elite, our tutelage along with your father's bringing you to this point, the day we are to bestow upon you the highest honor among the Saiyajin elite. Do you accept the title of Saiyajin King, and all the responsibilities that come with it? "
"I accept," he said with no hesitation. Serori nodded and slowly pulled the green emerald centered in the medallion free, dropping it to the ground, and replaced it with a ruby.
Senzai knelt down onto one knee and inclined his head slightly. Silently, Serori lowered the medallion, placing it around Senzai's neck. Senzai rose gracefully, and stood before his mentor.
Then without warning, the newly crowned king drove his fist into Serori's face with enough force to knock Serori down onto the ground, landing back first onto the carpet.
With a sharp turn, his black cape flowing beautifully behind him, he made his way up the five steps, seating himself on the throne decorated with rubies.
Without warning, the entire crowd of sixty Saiyajins burst into celebration, firing ki blasts in all directions, hollering their praises at the top of their lungs.
Once seated, Senzai looked down and met eyes with Serori, who had already risen. The fires of anger blazed in his eyes, the insult of the young royal assaulting him clearly too much for his 'iron will' to handle.
Senzai stared back with the same fiery intensity, no fear residing in his heart.
Serori kept his glare up as he lowered himself to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart, slowly bowing his head.
The crowd, after a few moments more of celebration, saw Serori's act and followed it, the entire hall kneeling before their new king.
"Long live King Senzaimono!" Roared Serori, and the crowd again broke into celebration, leaving the ground as they flew about, firing blast after blast of energy at no target in particular.
The last to rise, Serori looked to his new king once more, the blazing anger no longer raging in his coffee colored orbs. A rare smile crept across his face as he gave Senzai a quick nod, then turned and walked off, leaving the throne room, and his king.
----------------The Present----------------
He shook his head, and the world of memories slowly left him, defogging his vision and bringing him back to reality, his eyes again falling to the ruby at the center of his medallion.
Recalling a process he didn't remember learning, Senzai pressed his fingers to the ruby and pressed down, a soft click sounding the ruby's falling out of place. Just as the click sounded, the ruby fell to the soft grass, its brilliant form standing out against the green blades.
He quickly place the Yin-Yang stone in the ruby's place, and watched the medallion magically become form-fitting so that the rounded stone fit in the place meant for an angular gem.
An intense white light exploded about him, corrupting his form beyond any super state he could ever hope to achieve.
As the light died away, his muscles swollen and rounded beyond perfection, giving him a sort of bulky look, offset by his newly attained increase in height, now reaching over six-feet.
His armor had shattered in the wake of his newly gained physique, the upper half of his black suit of cloth lay tattered beside the shards on broken armor on the crispy grass, his legs covered in mystically acquired, snow-white pants, and solid black boots.
In lieu of upper body clothing he stood covered in jet-black fur, only his chest and fists remained furless, although the golden medallion with the Yin-Yang stone imbedded in it still hung from his neck, the cool metal resting against his chest.
His naturally mahogany colored mane had grown longer, now reaching to the small of his back, but still erect atop his head, resembling his mane in the Super Saiyajin Two state, save the fact that his hair had darkened to an all consuming black.
The sheer blackness of his locks ate away at the color around him, the green meadow blackening until it matched the coloring of his hair. And as if to top it all off, his once chestnut brown orbs had also darkened, now a sinister looking navy blue.
"Tairo," muttered the transformed Saiyajin a dark, malevolent tone, "You will suffer an agony so horrendous you will beg for death…" He wrapped his black furred tail around his waist tightly. "And I will torture you until you achieve your wish…"
----------------Tairo----------------
His bright green orbs locked themselves firmly on the stone, inching his hand closer and closer to the scaly, inky black hand of the demon.
You're doing this for Pan! Cried his inner voice. Just take it!
No… Muttered Tairo mentally, fighting the urge to snatch the stone. What if it makes me evil? What if I turn into an evil Super Saiyajin Five?
You won't, you're a good guy, you won't turn evil! His inner voice seemed to be pleading. We have to save Pan!
I know that! I want to save Pan! I have to save her… But at the cost of turning evil… I don't want to risk it!
You must! If you don't, Pan will die! Yelled his inner voice.
Tairo's eyes widened. No… I'm not letting him kill her! I won't let him win!
With that, his hand shot out and he snatched the stone from the demon.
The demon smiled broadly. "You have chosen Tairo… I hope you have chosen well…"
With a flash of lightning and a crackle of thunder, the robed figured disappeared, and in his wake the rain came down more fiercely, assaulting the ground and the lone Saiyajin with large droplets of frigid rain, the mud sliding down his soaked form, further dirtying his already sullied green and black gi.
He gripped the stone tightly, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly, preparing for any pain the transformation might induce.
Yet, nothing happened.
After a few moments, he slowly raised one eyelid and looked to the orb. "What the—"
At that exact moment, a bolt of black lightning tore through the dark, ominous heavens and struck Tairo with such intensity that his body nearly went transparent with all the volts of electricity surging through his form.
A scream sounding his unbearable agony tore itself from his throat, his body racked with such pain that he slowly went numb, his body beyond the pain as a jet black liquid resembling blood leaked out of every pore.
After a few moments more of the black bolt concealing and punishing his form, it faded, and Tairo fell to his hands and knees, completely transformed.
The mud splashed upwards once he fell into the grimy soil, but through unknown means it failed to sully his form further. His green shirt lay ripped and torn upon the muddy soil, his upper body now covered in a snow white fur that only left his fists and chest exposed, his arms, abdomen, and back all coated with a thick layer of white fur.
Although his chest remained furless, an image of the rounded, white and black Yin-Yang stone sat etched into the center of his chest, where the two chest muscles met.
His jet-black pants survived the transformation, although now stretched to tautness by the rippling muscles in his legs. His black boots however had lightened in a solid white, matching his fur.
Tairo's locks had lengthened, his mane reaching the back of his thighs, his mane mimicking the state of his hair in the Super Saiyajin Three state, but despite that resemblance, Tairo's mane was not golden. It had lightened into the purest of whites, no longer its natural, ebony shade. Tairo's eyes too had changed, his once emerald green orbs now a brilliant sapphire.
The transformed Saiyajin looked around and saw the powerful storm and the corroded soil, the earth in a state of darkness. He clenched his left hand into a tight fist, and almost instantly, it became overcome with a brilliant white glow.
He raised his eyes to the heavens and thrust his palm high, firing an enormous blast of white energy that utterly destroyed the thunderclouds, bringing the rainstorm to an end.
And as if by his command, the sun found its place overhead, and the muddied soil dried instantly, a field of grass and flowers growing atop the brown soil. The pools of rainwater left by the storm evaporated, and trees sprouted from the earth, the serene sound of birds chirping now filling the air.
"I don't know what possessed you to steal Pan, Senzaimono," he said in a calm tone, "But you will return her to me, even if I have to use force!"
----------------Unknown----------------
"Meddlers…" Muttered the robed figure as he stood facing the rippling mirror. "I have already made my vow, why do you continue to bother me?"
Although he could not see them, he knew the two Kaios had again made their presence in his realm.
A low grow escaped the elder, visibly older Kaio, his wrinkled visage contorting into an angered countenance. "We know what you have done!"
The younger Kaio nodded. "Jikoku, the Dai Kaioushin Higashi and I are aware that you stole the Yin-Yang stone from the world of departed Kaioushin. And to make it worse, you made replicates!"
"But did you not see the power the mortal wielded in the fifth state? He ended a rainstorm with but one blast!"
"Yes, but that only occurred because of your doing!"
"Perhaps, but it was destined that both achieve the fifth level. And in that state, both could bend… nay, break the rules of reality! Would you have that happen?"
"Jikoku," started the Old Kaio, "You must understand. We as non-mortals are not allowed to directly interfere in the affairs of mortals, it was forbidden by the first Kaioushin. Thusly, if change is needed, it must be enacted indirectly."
Jikoku growled loudly, drawing back his hood. "You Kaioushin have existed for eons as nothing more than observant weaklings, staring at the mortal realm through a little crystal ball hoping that things turn out for the best. But when you were threatened by Bibidi's beast you reacted and directly involved yourselves in mortal affairs, so don't tell me how I should go about doing what is needed!"
The elder Kaio cringed, then sighed deeply. "You speak truth, but we killed no one, and we stole nothing."
"You criticize my method of doing the exact same thing you did?" He pulled his hood back further, and the robe fell to the ground, his form growing larger as the robe fell to the ground. "Then stop me Dai Higashi and East Kaioushin. Stop me, if you dare."
Jikoku towered over the two Kaioushin, his rounded muscles covered by black scales that had mysteriously gained a metallic radiance. A silver vest and silver pants garbed his powerful form, contrasting the metallic black coloring of his scales. He also wore a loose red piece of cloth around his waist that acted as a belt, and below the belt in the back a scale covered tail extended out, reaching to his ankles. Two enormous bat wings extruded from his back, all these attributes truly giving him the appearance of a demon.
"You stand firm," spat the demon in a demonic voice, "But your bodies reek of fear. You both know I could easily crush you both. Stand down Kaioushin, and allow me to continue my work!"
The younger Kaioushin swallowed hard, the elder Dai Higashi turning away from the Time Keeper. "This is not over Jikoku…" The two Kaioushin dissipated, leaving Jikoku alone with his mirror.
He snarled as he drew his robe up from the floor, his enormous form lessening until the robe concealed him utterly.
"It doesn't matter what Dai Higashi is planning… Now that they are both transformed, reality will soon be righted… It will all be right, as it must be."
Just incase anyone reads my profile—
Senzai: Someone's having delusions of grandeur again…
Quiet you! Anyway, as I was saying… If you do actually read it, I mention something about "The Price of Power"… Well, technically, that story is different from this one. That one is about Goku turning dark and Vegeta being forced into the role of hero, and this one is about two non-canon characters having a showdown… Same title, different story.
Senzai: So shouldn't you change the Goku/Vegeta story's title?
I will! Eventually a title for that will come to me… Well anyway, this note is really only helpful if you read my profile and came here looking for a Goku and Vegeta story but instead found a Senzai and Tairo story and felt confused.
Senzai: Delusional I tell you… No one actually reads your profile page…
Shut up! If you keep that up, I must just make you lose!
Senzai: gets all wide-eyed and sits there quietly…
Much better. Well, anyway, I'll leave it to you guys to decide which OC is of stronger character…lol. Okay, thank you for reading, and until next time, Golden out.