RIKTOR: THE LONE SAIYAN
"Come on Riktor! You can do it!" exclaimed a green skinned man. He stood six feet five inches but was even larger in Riktor's eyes. The were in a blue grass covered field. And the alien was training Riktor to perfect a technique he recently learned. Riktor was struggling but the tall green man was aiding him.
"You can do this, Riktor! Just charge the attack and the explosion will become stronger!"
"I can't do it, Kube!" Riktor exclaimed, exhausted from the training. "I'm not strong enough..."
Riktor fell to his knees, breathing heavily. He was smaller here. Muscular still, but not nearly as much as he was now. He looks younger. Kube came over and kneeled down next to him placing a green skinned hand on his shoulder. "Hey buddy, come on. I've told you before that strength isn't all that matters. It's mental, too. If you think you can't do it then you won't, but if you believe in yourself anything is possible."
Riktor raised his head at the tall alien. And then down at his own hands. They were bloody from the non stop training. He gazed deep down inside of himself and found the strength he needed. Riktor stood back up and began channeling his ki. He placed his finger tips together and a low growl started in his throat. A small yellow ball of energy formed between his hands. As his growl grew into a roar, the ball grew into a soft ball sized sphere. Riktor then took aim at a nearby blue tree. He thrusted his hands forward and fired the ball of energy towards the tree. The sphere exploded on contact and obliterated the tree.
He fell to to his yet again but this time a proud smile spread across his pale face. Kube stood over him and smiled down. Riktor smiled back up at his trainer.
Before Kube could exclaim his happiness, however, a thin purple laser shot through his chest. Penetrating him from the back and exiting out his chest where his heart used to be. Both Riktor and Kube went wide eyed. Kube looked at the steaming hole in his left pec and then back down at Riktor before falling backwards hard.
It took Riktor a second or two to register what had just occurred. When he finally snapped out of his daze he jolted to Kube's side. Kube's eyes had gone white, signifying that he had passed on to the other life. But Riktor shook him and shouted his name. But Kube's lifeless body couldn't respond. Nonetheless, Riktor couldn't except the loss of the one he held on so high a pedestal.
"Kube! Kube! Kube, wake up! Please!" he shouted with tears streaming down his face. When he looked up to see who had killed his loved one he managed to see a short dark figure through the tears. He could barely see the face but he would never forget the laugh. The figure's mar opened up and a high pitched sinister chuckle. "YOU BASTARD!" cried out Riktor with nothing but a blazing fury and hatred in his heart. He placed his hands together, fingertips touching.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he bellowed as he charged his attack. He took aim at the evil stranger and as the ball of ki reached softball size he fired it. "LIGHT GRENADE!"
The sphere rocketed towards the stranger and exploded upon impact, but when the smoke cleared the figure still stood, unharmed. Riktor couldn't believe his eyes. Then the figure raised one of his hands and pointed an index finger at Riktor. In an instant a purple beam shot out from the digit and struck Riktor in the chest...
"KUBE!" Riktor screamed when he jolted awake. His bed was drenched in sweat, he was breathing heavily, and for a few moments he couldn't recall where he was. When he eventually came back to his senses he sat up in bed with his legs over the side. He rubbed his eyes and stood up in nothing but his underwear. He stretched out his arms and legs and popped his neck.
He reached under the bed for a pair of blue shorts. He out them on and walked out of the room only to be met by Iggo.
"Are you ok? I heard screams." Iggo inquired, concerned.
Riktor walked past him and started heading down the hall towards the dome of the ship. "I'm fine," he said bluntly.
Iggo wasn't convinced. "You had the nightmare again. Didn't you?"
Riktor stopped in his tracks. He didn't want to turn around. He couldn't look Iggo in the eyes. Not after that hellish dream. Not without breaking down.
"I'm going to train. Let me know when you need me for the asteroid field." Riktor continued to the dome without looking back. Iggo sighed and went to the cockpit.
When Riktor got to the dome he locked the door behind him. The dome room was just an empty room with one pillar reaching from the center of the ceiling down to the center of the floor. Hanging on the wall of he pillar was a full body mirror. Riktor walked up to it and studied himself. He paid heavy attention to the scarred up mark in the middle of his chest. He focused on it. Then suddenly, he broke his gaze and started rapidly throwing punches and kicks in the air that were faster than lightning. He would flip, do hand stand push ups, dash around the room at his fastest flight speed, fire ki blasts that circled around the room and he would dodge them, and he would continue to spar with imaginary opponents. And he would continue this for hours until the bitter sadness inside his soul turned to raw power that he would one day use to reconcile himself and finally put his mind at ease.