Dragon Ball Odyssey
(Chapter 1: Planet Vegeta)
In the universe, there was a planet known as Planet Plant. The planet was once inhabited by two races; the Tuffles, and the Saiyans. The race of Saiyans are known for their brute force and resilience, whilst the Tuffles were the intelligent, more feeble counterpart. A war broke out a decade ago and the Saiyan brutes decided to launch an attack on the Tuffles, and in the age 730, the Saiyans won due to their leader and his strategic battle advances. Thanks to their leader Vegeta, he was crowned king, and thus began the era of Planet Vegeta. Then a tyrant known as King Cold and his empire of lackeys showed up not long after. He struck fear into the Saiyans hearts, but he was intrigued by their fighting potential. He recruited them into his empire of conquering planets and selling them. The Saiyans were then divided into groups based on their skill and power. The strongest being placed in the Elite, while the weakest are enforced to the lowest class. Two Saiyans in particular, Celari and Baselo of the low class, had a child named Musari in the early age 731. This family was known to have the highest battle power of the low class, and was given the clan name Hahsrum. Masari Hahsrum was born not only a month ago, and his battle power was that of 7, which is low for even the low class warriors. Then when Saiyans mature a few years older they are sent to corresponding planets to conquer any low-life forms for the Empire to sell to the highest bidder.
Planet Vegeta - Age 737
The sun rises over Planet Vegeta, the light beams off the water. It's a brisk warm morning as water droplets form on the crisp grass. A light breeze rolls by, causing the droplets to fall. The wild animals graze, looking off at the sun's warmth. The center of planet Vegeta is quaint with a handful of people forming crowds around the commerce districts. the time is-
"It's already 8?" A voice muttered.
"Musari.. wake up"
"Mmm.." Musari mumbled
A few seconds roll by and another, yet more sternly and abrupt.
"Muuusaaaari.." The voiced dragged on his name, "WAKE UP!"
"H-Huh?! What's goin' on..?!" He blurted as he bolted up.
He rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. His eyes slowly drifted towards the voice above him, a short figure with pale smooth skin and dark black hair that flowed to her shoulder blades and curled up at the end. She had soft round cheeks with a slightly pointed chin. her name was Celari. Her hands were placed on her hips, she wore a dark blue battle suit with a vest with no shoulder pads. She sported a small skirt and a white band with a symbol of the clan around her bicep. Her eyes were sharp but gentle as they furrowed at Musari.
"Stop dreaming and get up Musari, you slept in" Celari stated impatiently.
"O-Oh! Uh.. " He checked his clock next to him, and bounced onto his knees, "It's already 8?!"
"Yes yes.. you were supposed to go speak with your father an hour ago! He says you have to do more training to get you warmed up for your first mission."
"Oh right.. my mission" He gazed at his blanket for a second, not sure what to think about conquering planets for this Frieza guy, whom he's never seen or heard from before.
"Um.. mom, who is Frieza anyway?" He looked at her.
Celari stopped for a moment, she looked worried but tried to hide her concerns.
"Just speak to your father, will ya? he's outside the house right now. you better catch him before he sees that you're still in bed."
"Y-Yes mother!" Musari jumped out of bed so quickly he almost fell. He began putting on his own battle suit. It was similar to his mothers, it was dark blue with an armored vest, except his suit was long sleeved and panted down to his ankles. He slipped on his white boots and blue gloves before taking a glance in the mirror. He had some bed head from just waking up, but his hair was black, medium length, it drifted to the side but was still sharp. He blinked a few times, His eyes were much rounder than most Saiyans, more kind and gentle. He stroked his chin that almost came to a point, realizing he should hurry he ran out the door. His mom was cleaning up the kitchen area before heading out herself.
"Hey mom, How is Pumki?" Pumki was Celari and Baselo's newborn daughter, Musari hasn't gotten to see her yet.
"Oh! She's just fine!" She smiled "We've arranged to see her tomorrow if you'd like to come with us darling."
"Of course I would! I heard her battle power was higher than mine!" He exclaimed with excitement.
"Now those were just a few tests, we'll get the more stable results soon, even if she's stronger she'll need a strong brother to support her."
Musari nodded, he walked out the front door and was greeted by a tall figure looking out towards the horizon.
"You're late" He uttered.
"I-I'm sorry father, I slept in again.." His father turned around and looked down at him. His lip and eyebrow were scarred. He had spiked up hair that looked like thick black grass. His skin was tanned and caramel from being outside on duty constantly, but he looked more roughed up than usual. He sported a black battle suit with an armored chest and one shoulder pad. His battle suit came down right before his knees. His name was Baselo.
"Tch.. nevermind that now Musari. I was gonna have you run errands with me at the commerce district but you're late. Me and your mother have somewhere to be so we'll just take care of it ourselves" Baselo looked away for a moment, he also looked concerned. "Just go to the training facility out west, make yourself useful and at least get there on time" He commanded as he walked back into the house.
"O-Of course father! It won't happen again!" Musari bowed his head until his father retreated inside. He looked around. "Soo.. west huh? Oh yeah I can see the building from here, it shouldn't be too far then" Musari started walking into the distance with his head held high. As he's walking, Musari get's consumed by his thoughts, he doesn't feel like his Saiyan comrades. He doesn't share the same attitude for killing others, even for Saiyans of his age he isn't like the rest of them. Musari wonders if he's even Saiyan, and he doesn't know why the Saiyans must fight on Frieza's behalf. Are we not strong enough? Are we doomed to be slaves to this man? He's never met Frieza, but he's heard stories passed around about his terrifying power. Musari thinks, maybe he isn't so bad, maybe my parents or the king could just talk to him about being more lenient towards us? After all we're not much different than him. Though, his thought is interrupted by a bright gleam hitting his eyes making him stumble. Musari has arrived at the training facility, and there are a few crowds of young saiyans standing nearby. He can hear them chatting among themselves but one crowd catches his attention. A few of them are snickering while looking at him. He shrugs it off and continues to the steps.
"Haha, Woah woah buddy I think you're at the wrong place" A voice shouts out to him.
Musari stands there for a bit, unsure whether to keep walking or to pay attention to them.
"Now now Garli, you don't need to harass this pipsqueak. I bet his parents do enough of that on their own" Another sneers as they walk up to him.
"Oh come on, I'm just meeting the new guy! Hey low class, look at me when I'm talking to you" Garli stands next to him and smirks.
"Huh? is there a problem here?" Musari turns to him confused.
"Yeah there is, you see, this is for training young Saiyans with potential, unlike you.." Garli chuckles a bit, He wore a black battle suit with standard armor. Except, his suit was sleeved to his elbows and knees. But the most peculiar thing about him was his hair, it was a shiny, almost white complexion. and it spiked out the sides.
"O-Oh well, I'm pretty sure this is the right place! my dad told me-"
"Your dad is a weakling, I'm pretty sure even I can beat him in battle" Garli interrupted him and scoffs, "Seriously kid, get lost"
Before Musari could say anything, the third Saiyan chimed in.
"Hey, Vegeta, Garli, we better get going, we have to meet your father about our trials as well"
"I guess you're right, I was just hoping this would get interesting" Vegeta smiles patting Garli's shoulder "Let's go, Don't want my father getting upset with us."
Garli looked at Musari and furrowed his brow, "I'll see you later, trash" Garli proceeded to spit next to Musari while catching back up to his comrades. Musari looked up and gave a stern look.
"Hey, the name isn't trash, it's Musari!" He shouted.
Garli looked back with the corner of his eye and his smirk morphed to a frown, the other two didn't hear or even bothered to listen. As they walked away, Musari turned to the building and walked inside. As Musari closes the door behind him he begins to analyze the room. There are a few windows in the lobby and seats spread out before them. Underneath him is a carpet draped down, pointing towards the main desk. Behind that are two women in each stall, one is already talking to a young Saiyan. He clenched his fists and marched slowly to the open stall.
"U-Uh.. Ma'am?" he uttered quietly. She took her eyes off the television and struck him an open glance, she smiled softly.
"Yes youngling? are you here for your assigned training?"
"Yeah! I'm supposed to be here at 9!" Musari chimed upbeat.
"Okay.. well you're early but we have rooms open" She turns and points to the door on his right, "Go right through there and an instructor will lead you forward"
"Thank you" He picked up his feet and walked up to the door, before he could open it someone was already leaving.
"Thanks again Caulor, those Saibamen must be getting weaker!" The young Saiyan roared.
"Nonsense boy, you're just becoming stronger, strong enough to take down a few Saibamen" Caulor chuckled while shaking his head.
"You think so? Anyways sir I gotta get going, I'll see you tomorrow!" He bowed his head before heading towards the door.
"Ha.. Of course!" Caulor threw his voice, "Now get on home", Caulor took a moment then looked down at Musari, stroking his beard, "And who might you be, youngling?"
"O-Oh! I'm Musari!" Musari bowed his head, "I'm here for my assigned training sir."
"Pick your head up Musari, Room 3 just opened up" He says while patting Musari's back, "Here, let me explain your assignment on the way."
"Y-Yes sir." They both walked through the door and headed down a hallway. The hallway had doors on either side with very few windows. The floor was tiled and the walls were gray. Caulor glanced at Musari out of the corner of his eye.
"Now, youngling. You're pretty new to your assigned training. We need to see what you're capable of doing." He yawned slowly while scratching his cheek, "Hmm.. So, you'll be fighting a saibaman today."
"A saibaman?" Musari looked up at him puzzled.
"Yes, they're not incredibly strong, but don't get cocky. They're known for having tricks up their sleeves in dire situations. You'll only be fighting one" He opens one of the doors and proceeds into a dim lit room with a giant window. Next to that is a reinforced door. "Okay so, I'll be out here Musari, watching and examining your technique and ability" He grunts as he sits down into a chair facing the window. "Now then.. do you have any questions?"
"No, not really." Musari peers into the window, "Is that the Saibaman in there?"
"Yes, just whenever you're ready, you may enter through that door. Be careful when you close it, They have good hearing". Caulor then takes out a notebook and begins jogging notes. Musari looked through the glass, The saibaman seemed to be asleep upright with his head in the corner. The room was an average size and reinforced heavily. He grabbed the handle to the door and inhaled deeply. As he opened the door slowly he could see the Saibaman peer into focus. He walked in slowly, swallowing his fear and began to close the door behind him. The door clicked loudly, and the Saibaman's head twitched.
"G-..Guuuah..?" The Saibaman murmured, slowly turning its head towards Musari. They locked eyes. They both knew what was about to happen.