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Dialogue Key

"Kaio-Ken!" = Regular Speech

'Kaio-what?' = Someone's Thoughts

"Ka… Me… Ha… Me… Ha!" = Someone Yelling

"I AM THE ETERNAL DRAGON, SHENRON. NOW, SPEAK! WHAT IS YOUR WISH?" = Shenron Talking

Prologue

Hiccup's POV.

"Ha! See ya later, wimp!"

The two douchebags laughed obnoxiously as they taunted me, leaving for the bus alongside the rest of the cool kids at school. I just sighed as I picked up my belongings. Looks like I'm gonna be late getting home again. Not like it'll be the first time…

Oh, right. You have no idea who I am, do you?

Well, it's nice to see if anyone cares enough to actually read this. My name's Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst.

See, I grew up in a city called Berk. A city that was first colonized by vikings and has kept many of the same traditions as our ancestors did. Such as parents believing that a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. I personally don't believe it.

As for what I look like, I'm pretty much short for my age, standing at a whopping four foot eleven inches tall. I have messy brown hair, freckles on my pale skin, green eyes, and a build that can only be described as being a fishbone. I'm in my first year of high school and fourteen years old despite being born on a leap year. Thankfully for me and everyone else in school, Berk as a whole doesn't believe in school uniforms because they think it's lazy to make kids not have to think hard about what they're going to wear. And you know what? ...It's fair enough, I can see where they're coming from.

I myself usually buy all my own clothes, on account of outside circumstances, but my parents told me that I'm not allowed to buy anything that has skulls as decorations because they think it's 'too edgy'. And looking back, I'm glad I skipped that emo edgy phase of life.

Wait, I'm getting off topic.

I sighed as I picked up my belongings that my cousin, Snotlout Jorgenson, knocked out of my arms as he roughly shoved me into a row of lockers. I'm lucky he didn't decide to lock me in one again, because that would have been a heck of a story for the custodian. Finding a weakling shoved into a locker as though it's a stereotypical jock picks on the loser situation. But you know what? I'm used to their behavior.

Snotlout, Fishlegs, the twins, Ruffnut & Tuffnut, and Astrid, are all some of the popular kids at school. Everyone wants to hang out with them, and everyone wants me to go die in a ditch. Kind of makes me wish I could…

As I walked home from school, homework assignments and all in my bag, I figured that no matter how bad things get there's probably somebody worse off. That guy who just sat on a thorny cactus, for instance. A loud boom was my only warning as rain began pouring down and soaking me to the bone in less than a minute. I'll be lucky if I don't get pneumonia after walking home in this kind of weather, let alone if Dad doesn't kill me for being late.

I don't even know why I bother anymore. Nobody cares about me because of their whole 'the weak die and the strong survive' mentality. Fishlegs is smart like I am, but he more than makes up for that by being one of the physically strongest in my age group. And Snotlout is just plain strong. Ruffnut and Tuffnut are the perfect balance of strength, speed, and acrobatics while also being dedicated followers of the Norse God of Chaos, Loki. And then there's Astrid… beautiful, strong, smart, everything a man could want in a girlfriend. In fact, I used to have a huge crush on her.

The operative phrase being 'used to'.

Any love I had for her died when she started treating me worse than the dirt beneath her shoes. I doubt I'll ever allow myself to feel love for any woman ever again after my bad experiences with romance…

But that does NOT mean that I am turning gay! Just, ew! No! Yuck! Not in this lifetime! (Author's Note: This statement holds true for this story. It's going to be a totally straight pairing! None of that yaoi poison that's very displeasing to my eyeballs!) I just mean that I won't be trying my hand at dating anytime soon. Oh, would you look at that? I'm home already.

My house is fairly modest, despite my father being the chief of our city, which would be the equivalent of being the mayor. A two-story house with an attic and basement. While Dad has a room on the ground floor I have a bedroom on the second floor. Not that I'm complaining, since it gives me some much needed personal space that I'll need for thinking. Mentally, I braced myself for the tongue lashing I'm no doubt going to receive. God, he is gonna be pissed…

Opening the door I called out "Dad! I'm home!"

But there was no answer. Nothing. No booming footsteps, no angry shouting, not even a dismissive grunt. As I hung my soaking wet bag to dry on the coat rack I noticed a message written on the kitchen whiteboard. Looking closer I can see that it reads 'Working late tonight, Hiccup. Will be home around midnight. Dinner's in the fridge.'

Dad never was one for small talk, but at least his messages are to the point. That's when I felt something brush against my leg. Looking down, I saw my pet cat looking up at me with his big, acid green eyes which really stand out against his black coat.

"Oh, hey Toothless." I said as I knelt down to pet him. "I'm happy to see you, too."

Toothless purred and climbed up into my lap as he probably sensed that I'm not feeling too good today. Like every other day that I have to put up with Snotlout and his gang. I tell you all now, those jerks have done to me just about everything a bully can do to someone! Wedgies, punches to the face, swirlies, stuffing me into a locker… at this point I wouldn't be surprised if they resorted to cyber bullying! But I put those thoughts away after sneezing. Apparently I forgot that I'm still prone to getting sick if I've been out in the rain too long. So I took a quick hot shower, dressed in some dry clothes, fed Toothless, and had a small dinner myself. I've never really had much of an appetite anyway. A downside of being born prematurely, and one reason why I'm so skinny.

But now, with all of that done and no homework assignments given tonight, I can finally relax and enjoy a nice evening of video games. Turning on my Nintendo Switch console, I chose to play my newest game. Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2. But for some reason I was feeling strange, very light-headed, as I watched Trunks pop up for the game's intro.

"Attention all proud warriors! Have you ever considered joining Time Patrol? As a Time Patroller, you'll prevent history from being changed."

I watched as the intro showed images of various points in the history of Dragon Ball Z. It showed Goku dying by Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon, or Makkankosappo in Japan, and then the correct history where Goku took Raditz out with him.

"Our duty is to protect everyone's memories and help return history to the way it should be."

Next it showed Nappa and Vegeta in their Great Ape forms destroying West City.

"...But we need your help!"

Finally, it showed the bruised and battered Vegeta struggling to crawl back into his Saiyan Pod to get back to Frieza's station.

"The only requirements are confidence in your abilities, and of course, a strong desire to protect history."

The next scene showed several Time Patrollers ranging from humans to Namekians, and even to members of Frieza's race, in some sort of academy undergoing classes of some sort. And it even showed a part of the city where the patrollers bought and sold various goods.

"We've got a school for honing your skills, and a fully equipped item shop!" Next to be shown were a human, a Majin, and a Namekian working out. "How about it? Why not use your strength to help out a great cause?"

But as Trunks was about to explain further…

"Ahem! We're always on the lookout for powerful warriors!"

...The Supreme Kai of Time suddenly pushed his scene out of the way and seemed to be giving a speech of her own. You know, even though she's not real, you have to admit that the Supreme Kai of time is very kawaii-desu. There's just something about her personality that just makes her such a likeable character.

"Okay, then. Listen carefully. To maintain safety here in Conton City, home to the Time Patrol, there are a few rules you must keep."

Goku and Vegeta fired a Kamehameha and a Galick Gun respectively, both of which exploded in the middle leaving the two saiyans literally smoking and covered in soot.

"First, firing a Kamehameha in city limits is prohibited."

Goten and Kid Trunks flew all around Conton City at high speeds and inevitably crashed into each other. Both kids rubbed their sore noggins as they tried to fight off the headaches their own reckless stunt gave them. Hard to believe they can actually fight, isn't it?

"Time Patrollers wishing to fly when not on duty are required to obtain a flying license. Please help keep Conton City safe by obeying its traffic laws."

Next to be shown was Trunk when he first went to the past killing Frieza's soldiers with a single swing of his sword, killing Mecha Frieza, and finally Imperfect Cell showing up. Then it flashed to the Time Nest where the Elder Kai and TokiToki bore witness to the Saiyan halfling getting the scolding of a lifetime from the Supreme Kai of Time.

"Lastly, any alteration of history is a grave offense. Our missions come with the risk of changing history. So you must exercise the utmost caution. Avoid making changes to history like Trunks did."

Supreme Kai of Time pushed this scene back as she continued on with her message to, well… us.

"Keeping these things in mind, please carry out your missions safely. For the sake of the world and its history…"

She and Trunks walked into what must be the end of the intro as they both spoke at the same time. And MAN is it getting hard to keep my eyes open...

"We look forward to welcoming each of you to the Time Patrol!"

With that, the Supreme Kai of Time and Trunks flew off to Conton City, ready to continue defending history.

As I blacked out, I could have sworn I heard the Supreme Kai of Time say something else.

"That's right, I need to choose someone to take on that special mission. But… who should I choose?"

***To Be Continued…***

Well everyone, I'm gonna end the chapter right here. I've already decided what race from Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2 Hiccup and the gang will be, and each one is listed down below. I'll also be doing fan art of their customized characters on my Deviantart so you guys can see what they really look like. If you enjoyed the story, then please be sure to fave and follow it so you'll always stay up to date with the story. And don't forget to leave a review, if you don't mind. Buh-bye now!

Hiccup: Frieza Race

Astrid: Saiyan

Tuffnut & Ruffnut: Earthlings

Snotlout: Namekian

Fishlegs: Majin