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I only retain ownership over any Original Characters or Dubbed as OCs' within the confines of this story. The Dragon Ball Franchise & Any Other Settings are not my property or creation. This is merely a fanmade story written via inspiration and admiration for franchise created alongside the thousands of other amazing ideas that the fans have created over the years.
If you are interested, please enjoy the story.
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God-Damn! The viewers have almost doubled, we got more reviews going and another community has welcome this bit of fan-created reading material as amongst their collections.
Of course - I thank you reviewers for being honest and letting me know what's going in your minds; more takes is always welcome cause it shows that you give a damn to express yourselves.
Well - Enough being thankful... You guys' are here for the fight...
WRESTLING SLAMMA-JAMMA TIME!
Age Of 725
Third Person Point Of View - - The Unknown Lake
*Chirp | Chirp* Sounds of the Tnen Birds', the natively n' exclusively born bird-like creatures sung their mornings' sounds as one of the many, wide-spread flocks in the area had arisen from the previous' nights' rest. The yellow sun above through the cloudless sky bleed down it's rays where the oddly shape trees' offer little protection from the light but it had gotten them active given the rousing properties that the morning light naturally brought.
"Zuinum Jeiruq Aja Aja." Chanting... Came Clear...
Inside of this forest upon an 'alien' world, a building appeared which bore the likes of a tribal tent supported by further construct that were akin to stone-like material. It hadn't been blue like the rest of the pebbles or stones that surrounded it but a polished, shining grey.
"Tquah Tquah Tuqah." Those chants became clearer than how it had been early.
Bring our attention within this place... It held fish-like hooks... Hanging slightly damp clothes of weirding-designs... One in particular appeared to be the mixture of a vest and overalls' of a denim-like material - Bulky bands of a hefty-fabric hung as well whilst a pair of slip-on, brightly-colored pointed-tip boots were side-by-side...
Next to the hooks that hung numerous clothes, a series of hexagonal-crevices were akin to the likes' of shelves with bits that turned into the bobs that seemed like numerous charms built from shells of square-like shape and bangs of cut hair or rather fur braided together.
"Mwok Hvda Zobiop" Chants were done by one... A figure who was seated, cross-legged with one leg over another and hands interlock as their upper form grew and shrank, the soft breathing of someone whom held an aura of calm and quiet.
"Quo~" That had been their last wordbefore one set of piercing, orange eyes opened. Small in the overall size but circular in shape atleast where they moved off and over towards something else. Glancing at the clothes which was drying off, a swift inhale as the figure's form lifted upward in a singular bound. What was akin to a gutteral growl or groan where cracks and pops of joints followed as the shadowy-form contorted and adjust every way that it could which had been plenty.
Soft steps on what seemed like a mattered-floor, a curtain had then parted in twain and the figure was revealed. A chimeric being with the guise of a humanoid - Four limbs as two sets of arms and legs flexed the muscles beneath the scale-like skin of this figure. Such scales were orange with pure-white stripes at segments given the being a unqiue complexation as they leaned back.
Soft muscles were defined at the skin but hadn't been so large to encumber movement... A build akin to the likeness of a sprinter or a swimmer. What they had been wearing appeared to be a series of wrappings secured around the chest region firmly whilst their lower-half were something akin to a loincloth and a skirt in one.
Mouth open as clean and white fangs sparkled in the sunlight where a bluish tongue flick and twisted about as a slight yawn escape them, their face was angular but elongated like a beast in the similar vain of canine-like creature yet slits' at the neck may point to something of an aqua-origin.
"Ssssshush." Legs shoulder apart and fists' at their side, they let out a deep breath from their very core itself.
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A smile or something of the like as their eyes' closed where their jaw opened a crack, a coarse voice or something similar produced a giggle as this being's odd voice produce the following words...
"A Good Day In The Forests Of South Barn!" Smiling to themselves, this strange creature had been a native.
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For this was Mah, a figure who reside in these words and fed off the land. One of the sentient species upon this beautiful world that had started off so well!
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Abrenounced to this character... It'd be a Life Changing Event.
Hours Later
When the alien-hermit, Mah had let their clothes finish drying from their most recent cleaning by the flowing river off to the west of their home which they spent their time perform the likes of Kata. Drills upon their unarmed techniques and mastery of the fine physical arts. Strikes were short yet strong whilst other attacks were fast yet long - From kicks to punches that meddled from knees or elbows.
Sweat had built up on their body as a steam arouse off it as well, the droplets of self-caused precipitation evaporated off their form from the heat that they had producing as their Kata only grew more intense. Strikes were akin to hammers, swords, spears and all - The whipping crackle went a punch had been swung, the roar of rounding kick.
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But they had stopped as their technique had begun to become somewhat improper and sloppy in comparison to what it was previously as their body relaxed and cool. Sitting down as the sight of this humanoid had been focused on the one of a kind view that went off over the forest where the growl of ones' stomach interrupted this moments of reprieve.
"Time for some good, yum- Huh?!" Mah whom had walked back in their home and grabbed a large jar of somekind had been happily whistling which cherry words turned into gags of shock.
Said-jar was robust in shape with a handle worn into the weirdly-built container, the lid was a separate piece that had been taken off with one hand to reveal...
It had been empty but what was instead?
Small droplets of a purplish-liquid had been within as sunlight peered over past the trees and provide enough light for Mah to see what was within the jar which had been little... Sighing to themselves. "The Sacred Waters must've gathered enough to refill... I suppose I could go and collect some... I'm sure Master. Tender won't mind." Rubbing the back of their head as a fin seemingly arose from the seemingly-bald surface.
Heading back into their home and getting clothed in their customary-outfit like they had done days beforehand however as they got dressed... More features appeared, a pair of small-jutting ears appeared near the fin and a pointed-furred tail popped out of the outfits' lower-half via a special-slit at the base of it.
Jar in tow and fully clothed, Mah seemingly walked their way towards the Sacred Waters - A vital source for the alien combatant's development.
But what had happened?
The present had... This strange alien parted the woods itself but felt something - It wasn't anything that they had ever felt but it was so... Small... And strangely enough so feral to the point that it was a beast yet it hadn't been so.
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Parting the branches and woods around themselves did the alien who came upon the one.
A humanoid creature like itself but far, far different to the point that Mah hadn't even thought of such a thing.
Skin was a shade of a very, very light brown of some kind whilst it held an apish-visage, dense fur of somekind appearing on it's head that was as rigid as thorns and a strange yet long tail of a similar red color. The clothes it wear had also been strange, rounded yet dark with an odd device on one side of the small creatures' head.
Darting around - Mah felt the tinge of bloodlust in those pitch-black eyes which focused a glance on the hermit... They didn't like this... And then... It came... That screech voice which spoke so cold and violently.
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However... The keen sight to Mah's own race, those whom dwelled on the World of Barnaque who were the most dominant and powerful. The 'Barnaikins' as they had come to call themselves long ago but this current member had noticed something...
The precious Sacred Waters' seemingly dripped from this childs' fur!
This foreign and rude child had not only drank from those legendary waters but even bath itself?!
Stunned and furious was the dubbed-Barnaikin who screamed at the child... Only proceeded to taunt them with more acts of defilement... Mah's inner rage awakened!
Something that they promised to keep those roaring fire in their soul as cool like the ice of the great-plains or the acidic oceans of the northern wastes but this was limit to how much insult one could suffer from anyone!
ESPICALLY A CHILD!
The fear on this whelp's face drove Mah to attack... Oh, they did!
Leaping with great-strength as the life-energy inside of the alien combatant was used, no longer being suppressed heavily but unleashed their innate power!
Expanding it beforehand and lunging at the primate-like 'conquer' with a leg that happened to be flexed and reaching backwards... BEFORE *BAM!*
Mah's kick... struck?
This child hadn't even react and it felt little on Mah's leg as the hit landed...
Hurtling off like a rocket - The sound of breaking branches followed by the crackle of trees was heard off in the distance.
"That was... Lacking?" A confused and somehow-less anger Barnaikin peered off to see what was the caused... But... A pooling wave of power erupted from somewhere.
It felt... Just like the beastly creature that they saw previously... But more... Furious...
What could this mean?
A Saiyan's Rise
By Nightmare Guy.
Additional Notes: So Folks - This tiny chapter is the half-way mark for something.
HOT-TAKE: Reviewers, is the System worth it to write or should I focus completely on the story/characters'?
I will be doing a KOF And Guilty-Gear/One-Piece Story Soon so I'll be shifting some efforts soon on that however for the first arc of A Saiyan's Rise - I feel like choosing between those two points will really decide how I write this going forward.
Also - I might be busy for some time as well and cannot focus entirely on writing because of this.
