Hello all! Welcome to my first fanfiction! I am new to writing in general, so please be patient with me. I do not own Dragon Ball Z, Super, Gt, or even the original Dragon Ball. That belongs to Akira Toriyama. I want to say first and foremost, I apologize for not putting a disclaimer of any kind in the first chapter, which shall be titled Prologue: Part 1- Destiny Waits For Me. This story will be MASSIVE! Destiny Shattered by Herodan3 is one of the greatest fan fictions I have ever read, and I will be drawing encouragement, enlightenment, and inspiration from it. However, please be aware that I am alone in writing this. So it will take time. This will follow the story of Dragon Ball Z, Super/Gt, and will go into parts of the original Dragon Ball. I also want to point out that I am not a technical genius, so certain scientific things may come up and therefore, I will have to do research. I will try to also incorporate some Manga material. Another thing, there are going to be some writings that are not meant for young children, please be wary. I will not post a warning because I have categorized this whole story under an M rating. Therefore, you have been warned. I accept all reviews, but if you're going to bash my story, please be mindful that I am a first time writer. My grammar should be good for the most part, but my storytelling still needs work. As I progress in writing this, I should too also progress in improvement when it comes to overall writing. There are going to be some...ideals of mine that will at times clash with the world of Dragon Ball, only because some points aren't made clear, or I may take a liberty or two.I am averaging anywhere between 8K to 18K in length per chapter. I feel comfortable writing that much and telling a story. There will be fillers, some OCs, and tons of fighting, tears and blood! With that all being said, do enjoy!!

December 31,2019

Cincinnati, Ohio

Earth (Unknown Universe #)

'Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-' SMASH. A hand slammed down on an alarm clock. Yawning, the owner of the hand opened his eyes. Blurry vision made it hard to see, but he made out 4:05 a.m. after a few moments. 'Ahhh, God my eyes hurt. Definitely should've went to bed earlier. No more midnight escapades.'

The man got out of bed, black basketball shorts, a grey sleep shirt, thankful the heat was pumping through the room. "Shit, it's New Years Eve, I don't have to fuckin work today." Realizing he forgot to shut his alarm off the night before, the man went to it and did just that. 'Got to remind myself to turn it back on New Year's Day.'

Heading downstairs to get something to drink, the man opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a Dr. Pepper. Deciding to make some breakfast, he knew it wouldn't alert his mother or brother, who were peacefully sleeping in their own rooms. 'Now that I'm up, what will you do today Marc?' Hopefully Mike hits me up, I know there will be plenty of bud and liquor, maybe I should get some chips and dip and call him.'

Setting his plate down on the table, with fresh toast and leftover bacon from the day before, he went into the living room and peeled back the curtains, only to see nothing but white on the ground. It looked as if about 4 to 6 inches of snow had practically come in overnight. 'Dammit, at least it stopped already.' Pulling out his phone, Marc looked at the forecast for the next 10 days, surprised to not see anymore snow over the next week an a half. He mumbled to himself as he sat down to eat his breakfast as fast as he could. 'No of course not, just when I'm off work. Fucking figures.'

Deciding to go out and shovel around his and his Mom's cars, as well as the sidewalk, Marc bundled up into his orange hooded Cincinnati Bengals sweater, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of old beige colored Timbaland boots and lastly his orange Bengals hat, covering his ears. Walking into the frigid air, he felt as if his nose hairs were going to freeze. 'I hate the snow. I wanna go back to bed already.'

Grabbing the shovel off the porch, Marc only had to walk 20 feet to the sidewalk, trudging through the heavy snow. Thinking about oblivious things, he proceeded to start shoveling. The sidewalk was not long, but it was wider then his shovel. '50 feet one way 50 feet back, easy peasy. Gotta take care of the cars too. Being 27 and still living with his Mom and little brother, he often didn't have company over, and led a very boring and unfulfilling life. But he didn't really care too much about that. Being a machinist, he was able to make a halfway decent living and save his money for the things in his life he enjoyed. Such as his Xbox One and his many games. Or his 17 pairs of Jordan sneakers or 9 pairs of Timbaland boots. Marc Lawrence Shepard was a very homey individual and preferred to stay in most days and nights.

As he turned around after completing one half of the sidewalk, his head down to the ground, a slight sweat building up. Even though it was only 24 degrees outside, Marc was getting hot. Putting his shovel against the fence, he took off his hooded sweatshirt, wearing a black sweater underneath. As he went to put his hat back on, he looked down the street, he couldn't believe his eyes. 'Why the hell is that guy staring this way.' The individual looked to be 4 or 5 houses down the street. He looked tall. Marc couldn't discern any real features. Other then that he was light skinned, was wearing a simple purplish (or reddish) jacket, along with wearing similar colored pants. If he had noticed that the Being was not sunken beneath the snow, he would've seen black shoes, but Marc was not really paying attention. Something was off about this guy, Marc thought.

"Hey man, is there something wrong?" He had his shovel in hand. But the man did the last thing he expected. He slowly turned around, and started to walk away. 'What in the holy fuck was wrong with that dude?'

Finishing the last half of the sidewalk and taking care of his Mom's car, making sure to shovel out several feet behind it so she could get out if she wanted to later, Marc was tempted to walk up the street to find out what happened to that guy, but was still so weirded out he decided against it. 'Well whoever he was, I probably won't see him again, God I wish Mom would let me have a gun sometimes.'

Chalking it up to some good drugs, Marc stomped his feet on the mat and went back in the house, taking off his outer garments. 'Maybe I'll see if there are any more Dragon Ball Super Mangas on YouTube before I go back to bed.' If there was one thing Marc could pride himself in, it's that he has seen every episode of Dragon Ball Z and has all the Dvds in a box set. He wasn't the biggest fan of DbGT or DBS, but he could appreciate the attempts to build on the classic DBZ. 'Maybe if they didn't make Jiren look like a mongoloid on steroids or bring back that little bitch Frieza.' When Marc got back to his room, he turned on the tv and Xbox one. Flipping through random YouTube channels for a while was boring, so deciding to pop in Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2. 'The story is amazing! It's a damn shame Akira doesn't try to incorporate some of these features into the canon show.'

Looking at his clock on the cable box, it read 7:03am. 'It's time to go back to bed, I'm not staying up all day.' Shutting off his Xbox, he climbed back under the covers and went to drift off to sleep.

Waking up, he seen the clock reading 1:07pm, he shot out of bed, not expecting to nap for 6 hours. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Marc got on his phone and started planning out his evening. Hitting a set of numbers, he heard the dial tone, after 3 rings, it picked up and he heard a "What's goin on Marc? Having a byobb party."

'Shit seriously, beer and bud??' "Not much, hey what time you think I should stop over later? I got some fine funk and I know you wanna preview before the crowd comes through."

He knew his buddy Mike enjoyed some good marijuana, he had been smoking with him off and on since he was 17, and Mike always came through when he needed favors. Few and far between favors, but nonetheless, Marc always made sure he brought good bud over.

"Right on man, people should start rolling in here around 5 to 6 o'clock, I'd say stop through around 4 or so, sound cool?"

'Perfect!' "Yeah man I'll be there. I'll bring some chips and dip. Probably some ruffles. And I guess for your sake I'll grab a 12 pack of some Rolling Rock, how's that for quality?" Rolling Rock was his friend Mike's favorite beer, so in his mind, why not. Plus, Marc liked it too. Not his first choice, but it's not a bottom choice either.

"That sounds like you might be my favorite friend tonight, I'll see you when I see you."

Hanging up, Marc went ahead and got in the shower. He knew it was early, but he just felt he needed it. After getting out, he went to the kitchen to make himself a bologna and cheese sandwich. Something that would get him by for a while. Marc was not a very big guy, standing just under 6ft tall, barely weighing 180 pounds. He would usually call himself average. With tanned skin and brown eyes as well as black hair that he always kept short, he didn't expect many women to really look his way. 'The One could always be at the party tonight.'

By 3:30, Marc had rolled a couple of good joints, smoked himself and ate another sandwich, he was ready to leave. Mike's house was about 15 minutes away, so he had enough time to go to the store 5 blocks down the street and get a few party favors. Upon getting into his car and putting his key into the ignition, Marc had a very weird tingly feeling. Going up his spine, he had never felt something like this before. 'Dude I know I had some good bud but I can't be this stoned.'

Holding off for a couple minutes more, the feeling went away, though it still felt like it lingered at the edge of his mind. Feeling good enough to drive, he started his car and let it warm up. By 3:40 he pulled away, driving down the street to the gas station. Pulling up and getting out of the car, the feeling came back, though not as strong as before. He stopped walking for a couple of moments, closing his eyes hard. It was starting to leave a bit of a headache. He opened his eyes and immediately the feeling and now pain started to go away.

Getting everything he needed went off without a hitch. Pulling the car back out and getting on the road, Marc's thoughts still lingered on the strange man he had seen this morning. There was just something...off about him, like he was looking at someone who could dissect everything about him in a matter of seconds. It was oddly surreal, and humbling as he continued to wonder.

'It was like he had all the information he needed in those handful of seconds.' It all came down to a few questions. He had never seen the guy around his neighborhood, which he had lived in for over 25 years, moving there when he was 2 from a small apartment complex a couple miles away. Who was he? Why at 4 something in the morning would a random individual just come out and observe him? As if he were a specimen worthy of his attention. Was he a specimen to him? Marc's line of thought was starting to get dark, so he shut it down. He needed to get to the party and get set up.

Pulling up to Mike's house at 4:02 pm, as he got out of the car, the feeling, and now pain, had came back. Instead of the normal throb it had left the last time, this time it felt like something had stabbed him in the head. His hand shot up to his forehead. Falling to his knees, which he felt would be bruised badly, he was soon on the ground, lying on his back holding his head with both hands. It soon became so intense, that Marc could no longer hold in the pain.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUCCCCKK!!!" Marc felt as if his brain were on fire. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He only realized the loud screams he was hearing, which felt like they were long lasting, were coming from within when his friend Mike was screaming down at his side, holding onto Marc's shoulders. "Whoa!! WHAT THE HELL MARC, talk to me man!!"

"WHAT THEEE FUCKK IS HAPPENING TO ME, AHHHHHHHHH?!?!" The pain didn't feel like it was subsiding. A steady throb of intense and overwhelming pain kept humming within his head. It felt like Hell had came with a handy poker that was plucking the insides of his brains and scraping away with searing heat. He could see Mike barely through the blurry red tinted vision. He had to assume blood was coming out of his eyes. Whatever was happening to him had now frightened him. He knew Mike was holding him by the shoulders lightly, not knowing how to help. If he was going to die, he would rather die for something more then being a burden to a party of people he actually somewhat liked. He couldn't feel much other then pain. Looking up for a final time, he saw an extremely tall blur standing over his friend. He couldn't yell out to his friend to get away. The pain was beyond unbearable. He thought he could hear words, but he didn't care to much. Words were beyond this pain. Watching the blur that was his friend standing up and moving away, he seen the tall being start to stroll towards him. He wasn't scared to die anymore, and if this was Death, then that was fine. He let his eyes close, resigned to an unfair death. He felt pathetic, like his life could have mattered if given the chance...

"What the- what's wrong wit his body??" Mike looked down at his friend who appeared to be seizing with blood coming out of his eyes, nose and ears as well now, shock coming off in waves. He was not prepared to watch one of his buddies who he had known since their senior year of high school, die like this. But as he was frozen in place watching, an unknown man strolled up beside him. Looking over, Mike had never seen this man before, but something about him made him slowly feel like he should not attack or interfere with whatever he wanted. He stood quite tall, easily over 7 feet, light skinned and looking very lean, but deceptively strong. Wearing a red, or maroon colored jacket, as well as the same colored pants. Finishing the outfit was a pair of black shoes with white socks underneath. The clothing did not look heavy. The strangest thing was that his eyes were quite a rare color. They looked...Violet.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lewis, I must see to this man."

Mike stepped aside, he felt more compelled then anything. He was not prepared for the smooth voice that came out of this man's mouth. He wanted to fight this intruder and get him away from his friend. But his body wouldn't act. He tried speaking, but all that came out was a -"Who are-" before his mouth stopped saying words.

"I am sorry Mr. Lewis, I cannot divulge that information. In fact, I must remove your memories of the following day. You will go on to live your life. However, Marc's story ends here I'm afraid."

Many thoughts whirled in Mike's mind. This being was out here, in front of his house, next to his friends car, where nobody else seemed to be looking. It was incredibly surreal. Could nobody else see what was going on? As Mike was trying to process what was happening, the Being looked at him for another moment before striding up to his convulsing friend and bending at the knee. Putting his hand on Marc's bleeding face, the being looked thoughtful for a moment. "He's almost ready for the Transition. It shouldn't be much longer now."

"Are you God?" Mike blurted out. He had been trying to fight the compulsion that had come over him. Barely able to get the sentence out. The Being stiffened, before looking back up to Mike. He didn't appear angry, but rather surprised.

"My my, humans of this world seem to have a stronger willpower then the ones I am used to observing. But to answer your question. No, I am not 'God' or for that matter, a God of any kind. I am simply a being that exists, and Marc Shepard is the human that I have chosen to help me with a very important endeavor. I cannot say more. I apologize for this. But this has already taken too long." With a snap of his fingers, Mike suddenly felt like his mind had bottomed out. For what felt like many moments, all he could do was stand still, frozen in place. He couldn't remember for the life of him what was just said. Looking over, he saw a being kneeling over another he couldn't quite see, his friends car right behind him. He felt scrambled and didn't know what was going on now. He just knew he was cold and wanted to get inside. Turning around and running back to the house, he locked the door and sat on his couch in the living room, holding his head in one hand. 'What the hell is goin on?'

'This human's mind should take to the new changes he will experience. He has the traits necessary to see the fruits of mine and my Fathers plan to fruition. I can only hope that this will be enough to help Universe 7.'

Looking down, the Being who had been tending to Marc's near comatose body, stood up. Brushing himself off, he felt quite satisfied with his work. 3 different times today he had to access Marc's mind. The first Intrusion was to simply gauge if Marc was the one he was truly after. Floating behind a cloud in the sky, he knew he would not be spotted by his charge. Observing the human from a distance for the last couple of days did not grant him what he needed. Proceeding with the Intrusions would cause pain, but the Being couldn't avoid that. The pain was the part of the Transition that needed to happen. He was not around Marc during the first Intrusion, so the pain he felt was minimal. He had stayed airborne, watching his subject from a distance, not wanting to spook the human like he did earlier that morning as he had shoveled snow.

He waited a little while before attempting the second intrusion. Pulling a human through the multiverse was beyond his power, but he had help from his Father. He would need to condense and refocus his power to begin the Transition. Knowing it would cause Marc some pain, he sent a mental jab his way as he walked out of a gasoline station. The Being did not want to do this to Marc while he drove. Watching Marc pause and look around while holding his head, he knew that his jab worked, allowing him to see all of Marc's life and memories in a matter of seconds. He was satisfied at what he seen. Marc knew pain, and that would aid him greatly in his future mission. He also had compassion, sifting through a specific memory of seeing a 7 year old Marc gently holding a duck he had seen flailing on the side of a lake not far from his house, plastic from a holder for soft drinks, trapping the animal's mouth shut. Seeing how angry the child was at this innocent animal being hurt like this, the Being knew this was a boy who would stand against injustice if given the power to. Watching the boy gently pull the plastic off of the duck's mouth, his mouth curved upwards. Leaving that memory, he continued to sift through his charge's memories. He sees an older Marc, standing in between a boy on the ground with thick glasses, blonde hair that stuck out, big brown eyes in tears mixing with the blood from his broken nose. In front of Marc, the being sees 4 individuals, all bigger then the defiant pre teen, standing over him trying to look intimidating, but failing miserably. Marc had been bullied for years for his parentage, being bi-racial. He would stand up for those who couldn't defend themselves. The Being looked on as the memory unfolded, watching Marc stare down the bigger boys, puffing out his chest hoping to appear bigger then he was. 2 of the older boys went to grab him, but Marc was faster, punching one in the throat and kicking the other as hard as he could in the knee. Before he could look at the other 2, they had already grabbed one of his arms and his head. He bit the hand that appeared in front of his face, not caring that he drew blood. The one who held his arm went to pull him towards the bathroom door, while the one with the bloody hand, while wincing in pain went to follow him. But before the bully could get Marc there, Marc whirled around and punched him as hard as he could in the nose, breaking it, however the boy still held on despite the blood leaking, one hand on his nose as he did. The one whose knee he had kicked out had recovered by this point, trying to tackle Marc into the bathroom where the bullies would have an easier time handling the smaller boy. 'They will try to dump me upside down in a toilet, or break my head through one of the many mirrors. Gotta get them away from that door!' Pulling as hard as he could, Marc was able to turn the tackle around, aiming for the door next to the bathroom instead. Bursting through the door into a break area for the teachers, a hinge breaking in the process, the 4 boys were continuing to fight, before a burly security guard came through the near broken door. Instantly he pulled the boy with the hurt knee away. 'Even as a child, he shows a grit that the Saiyans of my Multiverse show. Very interesting indeed.' Finally leaving the memory behind, the Being felt he had seen what he needed to see. He knew that this man now had what it took to make a difference.

The third, and final Intrusion into his mind, was incredibly difficult to watch from a distance. However, the Being knew more then anything that for it to be fully effective, he had to be extremely close. As he watched Marc's car pull up to his friends house, the Being prepared the final jab. Letting it go, he knew immediately he had put too much ki into it, watching his charge fall to his knees, holding his head and shouting in pain. As he rolled over to his back, continuing to scream, the Being watched as another human came outside from the house on the other side of the street, running to his charge. He was hoping to avoid this. Still watching from a lower set of stratus clouds, he observed as the human began shaking his charge's shoulders, yelling in shock and worry for his friend. Realizing he must get involved, the Being disappeared, reappearing a few feet behind the human on his knees. The intrusion was in full force now, he began to rip every memory from Marc's mind. He wished he could do it more gently, but time was of the essence. He did not have time for subtleties any longer. He had already created the perfect Vessel to house Marc. It would be durable, considering it was of an alien design. This exact method of Multiversal Transportation was not something the Being was familiar with. However, as his Father had explained before, 'Son, if you are to pull someone that you believe can truly make a difference in your Universe, then you must be made aware that this goes beyond you. Despite everything, I have yet to teach you a handful of some of my final techniques, one of which will allow you to do such a task.. I must caution that if you are not careful, the potential power you put into this could very well break your Universe, only a someone TRULY compatible will suffice. If they do not share the qualities that you NEED to save your Universe, then our plan will wholly fail. I must also caution that what we are doing may very well be noticed by the Grand Zenos. Time is very precious my son. Please sit, and meditate with me as I begin your instructions.'

As the Being continued to essentially 'rip' Marc's soul from his weak, ashen body, one part of his mind was processing the other human's shock of him, automatically answering the child's question. It meant no difference to him, he quickly and mentally nudged the human away from his charge, coming upon him. Looking down at his work, he was sad that it had to be this way, yet excited, because he knew that this young man could help him, far more then Goku or Vegeta. Goku and Vegeta were 2 saiyans from a Multiverse quite unlike this one. They were unfortunately...bound to the laws of their Multiverse. His Father could pull them through to this world if he wished, but they were needed there, far more then here. And now, so was this...Child before him. He had scouted the entire Earth of this random Universe for the better part of 2 days. His instincts settling on the western side of the planet, in the midwestern part of the United States of America as this country was called. It was easy to avoid the technologies of this planet, awfully primitive to Capsule Corporation in just about every way.

Putting his hand on his charge's head, he could tell that Marc's body was dying. He had to make it look this way. He knew that he would be taking him far away, from people that cared about him. However, he hoped that somehow, Marc would be able to thrive where he was sending him. He had to, for the many untold lives that hung in the balance. As he continued to push a bit more power into this final Intrusion, preparing to send Marc's body to a pocket dimension of his design, he was caught off guard by the human, Mr. Lewis he believed, somehow breaking his Compulsion spell he had put on him. Amused and a bit surprised at the question, he didn't feel like a 'God' of any kind would exist merely to flaunt power. Being who he was however, he could completely understand the young mans frighfulness. Realizing he had to cut this short, he went into Mike Lewis' mind, not bothering to look at the many drunken, drug filled nights that ended with one woman or another. Immediately gauging his memories of the day, he realized that the idea of a party was based on the holiday of New Years, and that he could remove the idea of Mike ever wanting to invite Marc to his party, just because of forgetfulness. It was a simple enough trick, and as he finished his final sentence to the young man before him, he snapped his fingers, sending the spell through. Watching the desired effect he had on the human, he turned back to his charge. By now, Marc was barely breathing. The Being had thought he would succumb by now, however, the human's soul was proving to be quite strong, much stronger then the previous human he sent away. His eyes were already closed, yet he somehow still held on.

'Rest now, Marc Lawrence Shepard. It is time to begin your new life.' As if listening to the Being's thoughts, Marc's breathing started to ebb, tears of blood dripping out of his closed eyes. Sending one final pulse of ki through the Intrusion, Marc's body became lax, no longer able to sustain the damage that had been done. The Being closed his eyes. Slowly, but surely, he felt himself and his charge disappear...

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Destination: ? Age: ?

After what felt like an eternity, the pain slowly started to fade away. He couldn't feel the cold ground beneath him any longer. It didn't feel hot either though. Getting up slowly, he started looking around. The 'room' if he could call it that, looked like something out of his craziest dreams. It 'looked' like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber from DBZ, but that couldn't be right. Is this some sort of...Limbo?

"Quite the contrary, Marc Shepard."

Whirling around, Marc looked everywhere, catching out of the corner of his eye as he turned a near full rotation, a building of some sorts in the distance. It looked far away but not unbearable. 'Well, shit. Whoever that was obviously knows who I am, I recognize his voice too, but why can't I place it?.' Deciding he may get some answers from the building in the distance, he started walking towards it.

After what felt like a few hours of walking, though oddly not feeling tired. Marc started to see something quite bizarre. He spotted 2 figures in the distance, one looked stationary. The other was moving. As Marc got closer, he froze.

Only 50 feet away, Marc could see a being, slowly waving his hands intricately around a figure hovering only a foot off of the ground.

"What the fuck? Where the fuck am I? Who the hell are you and who in the holy hell is that?"

The Being who had been busy working on the body that would house his future charge, turned around, a repulsed look on his face.

"Such foul language coming from you young man. If I didn't know any better, I would say that I would need a bar of soup to wash that mouth clean."

"YOU!" Pointing at the Being, Marc remembered now who he was. "You're that guy who was watching me outside shovel snow, what are you? Some kind of Reaper? God or something? What kinda nerve do you have thinking you can just take me from there and put me in here?" Running up to the tall man, he was yelling by the time he reached him. "WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT?"

He was livid. What felt like only a short while ago, he was preparing to spend the day and evening partying with old friends, potentially new ones, potentially spending a night out somewhere with a nice lady if he found one. And now, he was stuck in a white space, looking as this tall being before him continued to observe with what he could only call a stoic face. And then the Being started speaking.

"I must apologize, Marc Shepard. I have taken you from this Earth, it was of the utmost importance that I find you. And found you I did. Before we continue this conversation however, allow me to make a quick change." Snapping his fingers, a light surrounded the Being. Seconds passed, and as the light started to fade away, Marc's jaw nearly hit the floor. The clothing had changed, only slightly, diamond like symbols running along the now black lining that donned the middle of the outfit. The skin had changed from a light peach to a light blue. The hair had changed, becoming white, and now sticking up in the middle. A halo had appeared around the Being's neck, followed by a staff that appeared to hold a small ringed planet on top of it.

"WHIS?!?!??!?" The only thing that kept Marc from fainting was the smile on the Angel's face.

"Good, you recognize me from that show you watch on your Earth, very good. This shouldn't take much for me to explain to you then. I am sorry, but I have need of your assistance. Better yet, the Multiverse requires your aid Mr. Shepard. Universe 7 has been nearly wiped clean of much of the life that once resided in it. Earth, Namek, Vampa, and only a small handful of other planets are sustaining life. My Father, the Grand Priest, of the Multiverse in which I reside, has been able to pacify the Grand Zenos. However, he fears that in time, they will catch on and destroy Universe 7 due to having such a low Mortal Level."

"But, BUT UNIVERSE 7 WON THE TOURNAMENT!" Marc couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made no sense. This was from a tv show. He had to be dreaming. 'The pain felt very real though.'

In the back of his mind, he knew deep down it wasn't a dream. He could only hope he wasn't hearing things right.

"Wait, Mister Whis, I'm a weak human. How do you expect me? ME? To make any kind of difference? I can barely bench press my own weight, let alone the weight of your Universe."

Whis simply smiled, holding up a finger. "First, only call me Whis. The 'Mister' moniker is truly inapt."

Holding up a 2nd finger, "And secondly, your mind is all that is required, as well as your memories. I have crafted a Saiyan body for you. As you see behind me."

Looking behind Whis, Marc could see the body that was suspended in the air. Eyes widening, he took in the appearance of the body that was hovering. It was easily taller then him, more muscular. He also saw that the body had a tail. His hair stuck up in many different directions, spiking and black. Though the body was somewhat covered, he could clearly tell that this body didn't look like it had seen any combat. There were no scars on the arms or legs. Only wearing a white tunic to cover the bottom with no shirt, a simple red belt holding it in place, he could also see that the eyes were closed. The hands were open and legs unmoving.

"Is it alive?" Marc didn't know how else to ask. Looking back at Whis, he saw a bewildered expression on the Angel's face.

"Dude what? It's just a question."

Walking up to the human, Whis looked down before doing the unexpected, he slapped Marc.

And it felt like he had gotten hit by a planet. Falling back on his butt, and holding his face, Marc was hollering.

"OWWWW, WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU SON OF A BITCH??" Rolling on the floor back an forth, the pain finally started to subside after a few minutes. Finally able to get back up, he saw Whis once again weaving his hands around the body again. "Ya know, FUCK?!" Holding his face still, Shepard looked at the angel, anger on his face.

Looking back, Whis had calmed down. He had felt insulted that his work had been so...minimized. "I am quite surprised you were able to recover from that Mr. Shepard. Most humans would probably have gone unconscious, or if they stayed conscious, would quit." Going back to his work, he began to put in the final touches to the body that would house his charge.

"You will find that your path in this new life will be quite challenging. Many foes will stand in the way of your overall mission. You may even become lost in the whole mix up. Mr. Shepard, you must remember not only who you will become, but who you ONCE WERE as well. I feel that it is the only way in which you will succeed."

As Marc processed this, he felt he needed to make a couple things clear. "Well ok then, first, Whis, call me Shepard I guess. Second, what is going to happen to 'Me'? You keep talking as if my body now means absolute shit, so be straight with me. Will I still be...Me?"

Whis had been expecting this.

"Ahh, I see your concerns. You believe that with this new...Shell if we can call it that, you will fundamentally change as a Saiyan naturally would. And become ruthless, losing track of the whole reason I brought you here. To answer your question, we must address who you are as a person, Shepard."

Rechristened, Shepard looked at Whis, a solemn look. He knew deep down, he had faults. No he had never killed billions of people with ki blasts. But he had fought, beaten people up, had gotten beaten up. He never used a gun to shoot anyone, but he had wished he had one sometimes, believing he would be safer. He knew he wasn't the greatest of brothers, taking too long in life to realize he could have done better in his youth with Allen. They were only 4 years apart, but they were so different. They could never truly bond, and now they never would. He would miss his mother Laura, who had done everything in her power to see that he finished high school. He hated school, but he did it for her. He was glad he did. However he had got trapped into such a mundane life, he was sad he would never be able to tell her Thank You. 'Mom, I'm so, so sorry. I wish I could see you just one last time.'

Whis could sense what Shepard was thinking. He allowed him a few moments before speaking. "Why only Shepard, if I may ask?" It was a random question, one that Shepard was surprised he answered so quickly.

"Shepard has many meanings, mainly one that guides, or protects. One that looks after his people, or subjects, or even herds. It sounds like that is what you are asking of me, to protect. Am I right? In some way, it is almost symbolic. I used to play this game, Mass Effect. The main character's name could be changed at the beginning to anything you want, but the generic name was Shepard. He saved the galaxy in that game. I guess I can follow in his or her footsteps and try to save a Universe, or Multiverse."

Shepard was giggling inside. It was pure irony that he, a Shepard, would actually get the chance to protect people.

Chuckling lightly at the comment, Whis was mildly entertained by this human. 'An interesting Saiyan he will indeed make, I hope my younger self is entertained by my find.'

Whis proceeded, "A very astute point indeed. Now. To proceed with your analysis Shepard. I find that you are very mentally tough, and with proper training to improve mental shields in the future you will be a hard figure to wear down, especially if you stay true to yourself. However, you are headstrong, and very much like someone who will only plan if he needs to. I can assure you, things will NOT be easy for you in this new life. There will be times of peace, but you, as well as the others, will have to fight for it. If you are to survive this life in any capacity, you will have to rely on the mental fortitude you have gained from living on your Earth the first 27 years of your life. You may not like to train, as some humans truly do not. You do not have that luxury I'm afraid."

Shepard picked up on something, but held his tongue. Instead he asked, "Ok fine. When, or where, are you gonna drop me off? And is there anything I can take back from my home? Like some music, or some of my Jordan sneakers?"

Whis had not thought about that. But it was an easy fix. "That can be arranged." Smiling, and point his hand at Shepard, Shepard went to run. Before he could however, he felt the pain in the back of his head again. It was nowhere near as bad as it was when he had gotten to Mike's house, but it irritated him so much.

"Dude will you STOP THAT SHIT??" All of a sudden, a rectangular box fell into his hand that he had held out to try to protect himself. "What is this?" Really looking at it, his eyes widened as he looked at Whis, smiling. "My iPod!! But HOW?"

Whis had a thin smile on his face, eyes closed.

"Well that device is far different from the one you owned in your previous life. I have sifted through your mind, a few times now. Pulling every song you have ever heard, from your first days in a nursery, up until your final drive in that automobile, I have put those songs in that device. I'm quite sure you will be surprised. Some of those songs you may have only heard snippets of, but over the course of the 2 days I spent on your Earth, I have been listening. Learning as well. Your Earth is very different then the one that resides in my Universe. No ki is a concept I have never had to grasp, nor would I want to. Yet for you, it was a normal thing. It was quite the fascinating experience. But all that has changed now. With you coming to our Universe, everything changes."

"As for when, and where, you will be transported to the Earth of Universe 7. When is a bit harder to determine. I believe that you will be sent a year before the tv show 'Dragon Ball Z' starts. Is that correct? The name of the show you watched?"

At Shepard's nod, Whis continued. "Believe it or not, the show's events mirror much of what has happened in my Universe. However things have also happened that your show never revealed. Or simply the creator, Akira Toriyama, did not foresee. Some of these events are amongst the reasons I have brought you here. The timing may be off a bit, for even a being such as myself. Moving through Time like this is such a grave occurrence, my Father could perhaps bring you to a precise Time and Destination, but I won't be quite as accurate. I will say a year, but it could be months. It could be a decade. But you will arrive BEFORE everything is set to happen."

Shepard realized if he had longer then a year, he could prepare. 'I need to get on Earth as soon as possible if I want to make any kind of difference. I won't have to worry about Goku too much. I should be able to convince him to train a bit more, maybe acquire heavier weighted clothing in the process. Somehow I need to bridge the gap between Goku and Piccolo. Dammit there's so much to do!'

"I see you are already preparing a strategy in your head, I believe your ideas are sound. However, there is a greater role you must play. This is far reaching as opposed to your minor goals on Earth. I don't know exactly how you will be able to pull it off, but I believe that once you are able to get off of Earth, you should be able to truly begin your mission." Whis looked at Shepard's lemon face, a sour look starting to appear on his as well.

"What? You seemed surprised that I would know so much, I am from the future you know. I have seen the events play out. As indifferent as I am towards the Universes as a whole, I can still at least appreciate what my Universe can provide. Such as a chance to fix the near unfixable."

A thought came to the human, what if he could fix everything, then what? Would he cease to exist? Would he simply go back to his world? Would he just wake up in his bed, having lived nothing but an exotic dream? He had so many questions. He really didn't know where to begin. But one question did surface.

"How strong is that body right now Whis? Could it take on Frieza or an Android?" Flabbergasted, Whis turned around, nearly having the urge to slap Shepard again. Instead he reigned in his inner urges. Speaking as calmly as he could, he said, "What makes you think that you are worthy of holding that much power? To give you that much so early will surely go to your head. You will start much like Goku, or Piccolo, or even the Humans. From. The. Ground. Up."

Poking his finger in Shepard's chest to punctuate each word, Whis continued.

"I would wager that your power level, according to those scouter devices that the Planet Trade Organization used, will be set at around 150. This body that is being crafted is extremely durable, but it can be extinguished. Much the same way as any other being. However, my Father and I agreed, that if The Grand Zenos suspected anything of our plans, it would likely result in your erasure. The Grand Priest deemed it necessary to 'bathe' your new body if you will, in extremely dense magics and spells. You will be unaffected by the Hakai should a God of Destruction ever wish to attempt to erase you, and the Grand Zeno will be incapable of outright destroying you. He is a Multiversal Being. With that said, the only thing the Grand Zeno cannot destroy, from what we can tell, is something or someone not from his designed Multiverse. He is not omniversal like many are led to believe. He does not hold authoritative power over another Multiverse. He can travel through them, he can even affect them, but he can't destroy them, or create anything within them. It would cause an imbalance on an omniversal scale. Even the Grand Zeno has to abide by that."

Shepard had learned more from that explanation then he had about almost the entire DBZ canon. "So you're saying that I can walk right up to the Grand Zeno and slap him right in the face, like you slapped me earlier, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it?"

Shepard started laughing, falling to the floor. The irony!

Whis however, was far from amused, perturbed even.

"You could do that, however he would likely send my Father, or even one of his Attendants after you. Though not as strong as my Father, His Attendants are stronger then I, to put their power into perspective. They could destroy you, quite effortlessly I'm afraid."

Whis hoped for Shepard's sake, that the boy would listen. He needed Shepard to train, and become much stronger in the coming years. Steering his direction towards the hovering body, Whis motioned for the human to walk over.

"This body here young man, will aid you greatly. The humans of the Universe in which I reside in do not have the mental fortitude to climb to greater heights of strength. And the lone Saiyans left in the universe do not have the capacity to grasp this situation. This is why you're needed. You will essentially be the missing link between these 2 races. You understand compassion, and empathy. A Saiyan knows not these things unless they are taught. A human is naturally compassionate and empathetic, generally losing that when left to their own devices, and tainted by unknown or outside forces. Humans also have the ability to transform, much like the Saiyans. However, they seldomly find the motivation, nor the desire to be that strong. In fact, there has only been one record of a Human transforming, in ALL of Universe 7."

Jaw dropping Shepard let that fact sink in. Is this why there was an empty Saiyan shell hovering there? Did Whis believe that the human didn't have what it took as he was?

"Well, I don't really like the idea of turning into a Saiyan, but I guess it is necessary if I am to wield enough power to make a difference someday. This is a lot to handle. When will you begin the process?"

Whis had finished crafting the Vessel minutes ago. He wanted Shepard to be mentally ready however. Which he could tell the human was still trying to wrap his head around all of the details.

"I am prepared to begin the Transference, but I must say, I still think you are not quite prepared for this change. You must understand that once I do this, the body that you once had will cease to exist. It will be nothing more then another shell, which I intend to obliterate once your soul is gone from it. The only thing that will change about you right now is your outside appearance. The mental changes will only occur as you begin to grow stronger, and those will be minimal. You will retain your compassion and empathy, but you may also accrue Saiyan characteristics. You may come to enjoy a good fight, and training. You may even develop a more bestial nature within you. This is what I mean when I say that you could get caught up in the mix, Shepard. Never forget who and what you were, because they will only help you further. Forgetting your identity could be costly in this Universe. You may hold quite a bit of knowledge about my Universe, but you have not experienced it yet. Things will change and you will find your knowledge becoming less and less useful. You must learn to act for yourself, not to fall in line with the 'status quo' so to speak. Things that happened in the show may happen here, there may also be many differences. These are critical things you must be made aware of. If you go into this believing you can change EVERYTHING, you will lose EVERYTHING. Some things have to be changed, others must stay the same. A very precarious balance, which bringing you into the fold, will tip the scales to one side greatly. Normally this would require an equal force, generally negative, to balance out the goodness within you. With that being said, it is likely you will face stronger oppositions that will naturally occur because of your presence."

"But wouldn't it be more beneficial if you trained me yourself though Whis? You want me to be stronger, I don't see how I can do that on my own. I can teach myself, but having a mentor that is so much more stronger and knowledgeable can only make this easier yeah?"

As Shepard was speaking, dim lights started slowly floating out of his body, going into the Saiyan Vessel. He wasn't paying attention, only looking at Whis as the Angel continued to wave his hands and staff around the body.

"I am sorry but I cannot teach you. I must tend to Lord Beerus, for however long he may exist. Your knowledge of events at the beginning will greatly aid you in your quest. You will find suitable teachers. Know this Shepard. This will be the last time you see 'Me', for I am a future counterpart. The younger me, you will meet someday however. He will be most curious about you. From his perspective, you will randomly appear on the Universal radar. I'm sure he will be keeping an eye on you."

The lights started glowing more luminously, only now did Shepard notice.

"HEY WHAT'S GOING ON NOW?" Yelling and realizing it sounded like he was drowned out in his own head, he couldn't see past the lights now, they were so blinding. Closing his eyes and hoping he wouldn't wind up somewhere else, he could only brace for what he expected to be blinding light through his closed lids. Instead, out of no where, everything went black...

For the first time in eons, Whis was genuinely tired. The Transference was in full effect. The human body was slowly disintegrating before his eyes, only leaving behind the many luminious lights that had built up around Shepard. His soul was 'mixing' together with these lights. As a ball of light, Whis slowly used his ki to bring it to his hands. This ball was extremely bright. Almost blinding to the Angel, he held the near 2ft diameter ball of light in his hands for a few moments, inspecting for any fading essence or damaged dimness. It looked like perfection. Smiling, Whis walked over to the Vessel he had created. Looking up and down at it one more time, he gave the ball one more look of satisfaction before palming it into the Vessel's chest...

Unknown

'I feel like I'm floating and will never stop. It's so weird. Wow, Whis sure has a giant head. Maybe he should consider asking his old man for a smaller body or something.'

Shepard didn't know what was going on. One second he started seeing lights all around him, the next, he felt like he was floating. The feeling was very strange, and he was starting to want it to stop now. Upon seeing Whis so close up start to smile, he started to get a bad feeling. At speeds he was certainly not comfortable with, he felt like he was slammed into something solid. It didn't hurt though, but what happened next was...Startling. Later in his life, he would describe it as his soul 'spreading throughout his body.' Or was it his body? He wasn't sure. He didn't know if he could 'detect' something like that. He just knew that if this was how babies were made, then he was remembering his...Rebirth? He felt he should call it that.

At first, he felt only emptiness. As minutes passed, (or hours, he couldn't tell for sure) he started to feel numb. As feeling was slowly returning to his core, Shepard started to see a flashback of his memories. From fights with bullies that plagued him in elementary school, to sweat hitting a mat from a kickboxing session from classes he took when he was 16, to an argument between 3 of his friends, himself, Mike, and another individual that he couldn't quite recall from a bonfire in his early 20's. He seen it all flash before his eyes. At the end of it all, he heard the loudest "ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR." If he was wearing pants still, he would've full blown diarrhea shit himself.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?' Deep within his mind, Shepard was in pure flight mode, shitting his mental pants. A massive shadow started to loom over him. 'IS-IS-IS-TH-THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??' Looking down, Shepard could still tell that he was in his original body, but he seemed to be suspended in the empty space with whatever this thing was. As the thing got closer, the only thing that kept Shepard from NOT curling in on himself right then and there was the fact that this thing felt...familiar was the best way to put it. Big red eyes opened, and peered down at him, then roared. Shepard this time didn't budge an inch. 'If I'm gonna he eaten in this fucking place then at least I don't have to feel all numb and tingly. Damn I would've liked to have scored in this world. If I am a Saiyan now, I sure as hell won't back down!'

The Oozaru looked down at the puny being before him, not impressed one bit. There was courage however, and that was somewhat respectable. The Oozaru had no identity, not yet anyway. To be called upon to take this...This little piece of flesh and meat was disrespectful, but he also knew that when he was created, he would be tasked with taking in a potential Destroyer that could rival Lord Beerus someday, or more. That was what the little blue man told him. And the Oozaru wouldn't accept weakness, by any means. The human before him looked scared, why not one more test? "AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Roaring out a battle cry, the Oozaru looked down upon the little man, to see him do the near unthinkable.

"I'M NOT GONNA BACK DOWN YOU OVERGROWN MONKEY! FUCK YOU!!!" Screaming in defiance, Shepard balled his hands into fists, sending out his right fist. Connecting with the Mighty Oozaru's teeth as they came in, he all but expected his hand to be cleaved off and then some. But that is not what happened. As his fist connected and he felt enamel, saliva, and snot, he also began to feel himself start to fade into the creature. 'Dammit why do I keep fading off like this??' Realizing he had no other options, he let himself go.

The Oozaru had accepted the human. His defiance will do him well. As the Oozaru started to shrink within himself, he felt consciousness. There was no other way for the shrinking creature to describe it. It felt different.

"Hi, I'm Shepard, you must be the Oozaru that wanted me for lunch. I have passed your test. You let me in. Now let me OUT!"

A scream through the headspace tore throughout. Bestial, brutal, painful, human, SAIYAN. An eruption of power surged throughout...

Outside

For the last 97 minutes, Whis had been steadily studying his charge. He could tell there was a very serious clash happening within. He would only interfere if Shepard couldn't somehow pull himself out. The Rite of Acceptance for the Oozaru/Saiyan body he had crafted had no consciousness, but it did have power. And that power without consciousness would be extremely dangerous and if Shepard somehow couldn't restrain the beast within, then he would have to stay in here. His human body had long since disintegrated, leaving nothing behind. If his soul had been within his body, the death would have been one of the most excruciating ways one could physically die. There was Oblivion of course, which even he couldn't describe the pain level behind.

As Whis continued observing, he noticed sweat starting to pour off of the Vessel.

"This clash of personalities is not going to be a comfort to the Beast within. I have to believe the boy can tame the savage animal. We are putting everything into this plan. Everything rides on these critical moments.'

Continuing to observe, the Angel noticed steam slowly starting to build up around the Saiyan body. Quickly looking back at the face, Whis seen veins in his charge's forehead, and gritted teeth. Stepping back, Whis knew. 'It's tiiiiiiiiiiiiime!'

Awareness. Heat. Discomfort. Hunger. But not just hunger for food. Hunger for blood. For the fight. He was ready to pull something apart. He never had something course through him so steadily. 'I want someone's head on a SPIKE!'

"STOP." One word coursed through his steadily growing consciousness. "Remember who you WERE." Hearing this, these 5 words, he felt his memories starting to sync within himself. Remembering who he used to be, he started to find ground. And then, he started to feel POWER.

Snapping his eyes open, a scream tore threw the rechristened Saiyan's throat, ki exploding out of him. To the Angel looking upon him, it felt like a gentle breeze. 'In time you will gain far more power then you have now. I have seen a Saiyan's potential. From the Super Saiyan God Yamoshi, to just over a thousand years ago when the first Super Saiyan tore through the Arcosian Chilled. To even Goku and Vegeta, rivaling even Lord Beerus in power respectively. I have found myself quite pleased with this one's potential. My Creation skills have gone quite rusty over the eons, but I do still enjoy dabbling sometimes.'

"My my Shepard, welcome to the land of the living." Looking around, the black eyes fell upon the Angel, recognition coming across instantly.

"Whis." The voice that came out was not what he was expecting. It was a bit deeper then his former voice. "Whis, when did you get shorter?"

Putting his hand to his mouth to hide his chuckling, the amused Angel walked over to where the former humans body once disintegrated. Looking the new Saiyan up and down, he was quite happy with his accomplishment. He had created planets every now an again to help Shin, discreetly of course. He realized that the young Supreme Kai was alone in this universe after the terrifying Majin Buu had wreaked havoc across the cosmos. Shin had came to Lord Beerus' planet on 2 different occasions, seeking aid in salvaging what was left of the Universe. Being bound to the Lord's wishes to remain asleep, Whis had to unfortunately send Shin away both times.

"I have not increased or decreased in height, my now young Saiyan. You have." Chuckling at his charge's confused face, he explained. "Your body is naturally a bit bigger then your previous human one. In time you will start to build ki within and it will greatly aid your refinement in the later future when my younger self comes upon you and the others. Also, I made sure to hold onto your music device so that it didn't get lost. I will place it within your new outfit that I will craft for you. I can see that this will be important to your grounding in the future as well. I unfortunately do not have much else to offer however. I can see that you are clearly sane and capable of discerning the differences between what is now and what used to be. Good luck in your endeavors Shepard, I hope that you are able to make a difference."

Pointing his staff at the Saiyan, light started to surround him. As the light faded, new clothes were seen covering the newly acquired muscles and body. In the place of the tunic was a garb quite similar to Goku's, instead of orange, it was blue however, and the shirt that he wore underneath was black. Black bands covered his wrists, tightening his outfit was a black sash that hung slightly above his knee. Wearing black shoes with grey lacing to cover his slightly bigger feet, Shepard didn't feel any new, extra weight come across his outfit. 'Oh come on, at least give me something more to work with.'

"I can read your mind, Shepard." Chuckling, Whis put his staff in his left hand, pointing his finger down at his charge's feet, he started to whisper an incantation his Father had taught him that would complete this whole ordeal. As he did this, Shepard looked down, noticing a bright hole start to open beneath him.

"Now now now young man, you have everything you will need to start with, I have aided you more then enough. You have the knowledge of some, if not more then your fair share of events that will happen, on top of a snazzy new outfit to wear. Which I'm sure you will eventually change. Lastly, you have music from your world. This will greatly aid you. Good luck, Shepard. You will definitely need it."

The hole was starting to get bigger. Shepard looked back at the Angel, eyes widening in absolute terror. "Wa-wa-wait Whis holdonaminuteimnotrea-" Not having the chance to finish, Whis pointed his finger down, flicking it down to the ground one final time.

As the Saiyan fell through, he started screaming obscenities. However the bright hole that had opened up was so loud. Whis couldn't hear the many f-bombs and other colorful language filling the room over the steady, loud, pulsing 'THRUM' that had started filling the space. Smiling with his eyes closed, he had one final thing to say. "TRANSLOCATION COMMENCE!!"

"WHIS! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU SON OF A BITCH, DAMMIT I STILL HAD QUES-AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!"

With a final push of his ki, Whis sent the Saiyan through. He did not know exactly where he would land. But he knew it wouldn't hurt. Too bad. Satisfied with his work, he began to pull apart his pocket space. 'Must not leave any evidence behind. Should the Grand Zenos get curious, they will not be able to find this place.'

After pulling it apart, he stepped back into his Universe, winding up on Beerus' planet. 'Ahhh, like I never left.' Time hadn't seem to change too much. 'I suppose I should go check on Lord Beerus, who knows what kind of mess he has gotten into.'

Humming an earthly tune he had picked up on the Earth he had visited, he strolled to the main complex where his original Student lay sleep...