Foreword
This is the first part of what, probably, will end up being a bit of a lengthy series. At the moment I'm trying to narrow the parts down to 8, but the way I'm going with ideas I may end up with 12. I understand that these pieces are rather long, but trust me; every part of it is crucial to the development of this story. It's a sad thing about writing, you think you can cover the entire story in a few pages, but pages turn into chapters and chapters turn into books. If I can, I'll cut this saga down as much as I can.
Before you read this please note that your normal DBZ characters are not main features in this story. Later on I'll make sure that Goku, Krillin and all the other gang have a special part (especially Goku, I've got him fixed up all ready) but if your after a story with your favourites, try somewhere else. If you're after a story with entirely new characters and a totally warped setting, this may be it. Although the power levels may start rather low, they will build up tremendously during the saga (and that's what it is, a saga).
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The Pen
A Dragons Calling Part 1: The blood of a Saiyan
It is the extreme future; the world is plunged into darkness. Everything has changed; even mankind itself. The only hope left lies in the hands of Goyan, a young warrior with a forgotten past. Is it too late to save the world or can humanity be rescued by the last true Saiyan…
Chapter 1
"Common Liu, she's probably halfway downtown by now, we're looking for nothing."
"Shut up, I know she's in here, I can feel her fear."
The young woman watched as her attackers strolled up and down the alleyway, occasionally kicking boxes to the side, trying to surprise her. Sooner or later, the men would find her, rape her, then probably strangle her to death and throw her into the river.
"Hey Liu, I found the little bitch."
The girl cried as she was lifted off the ground by a huge, muscle bound hand. She couldn't see very far into the darkness, but the foul sweat that dripped from her captors spread through the air like a virus. She could hear the heavy breathing of Liu guy behind her.
"Thought you could hide from me girly, thought you could escape me", the voice behind her gave a little snort and then ran his hand down the side of her body. With a fast movement from his hands he jerked the girl's head to face his own. He would have been a handsome man, if not for the scar that ran down the side of his face, indicating the place where an eye should have been, now just a socket of dead tissue and skin. This was her grim reaper; this was her passage to the other dimension. A hand began to clasp around her throat, a hand that should have brought her to her death, but this time fate had other ideas.
"What the hell was that?" Brijan said, his voice exploding with rage. The shock of the blast made him fling the girl out of his hands. Luckily for her, she landed on a pile of cardboard boxes. She didn't wait around for anything else to happen before she dived behind cover. Brijan didn't really care about her for the moment. He looked down at the cardboard box that lay at his feet. A smouldering, black rim showed where some object had just passed through, burning out the contents of the box and leaving a dent in the tin gate that it laid next to.
"Looks like we have company." Liu nodded in the direction which he wanted his partner to look in. Brijan slowly turned his eyes towards the opening of the alleyway. A figure hidden by the shadows stood facing them, his shadow stretching down the length of the long dark passage way. His entire body was cast in shadows, all except the eyes, gleaming green eyes that stared directly at the men. Brijan felt himself shudder. Quickly his fear was replaced by the anger that he had shown earlier. He crouched into a fighting position, bunching his fists into a ball. No bastard was going to get away with this. He looked over to Liu, who had his scouter placed over his one good eye. He waited impatiently for a few moments until he gained a power reading of the stranger. He smiled at the response.
"Hey Brijan, he has a power level of 100. I know babies that have higher power levels then this shrimp."
Brijan's burly face twisted into an ugly sneer.
"Alright then, let's take this bastard out in one foul swoop."
The two men stood side by side, hands above their heads, straining every muscle in their bodies. A bright flashing light began to emit from their palms, growing larger and larger every moment. Heaving their arms back and forth, the men lowered their hands, open towards the attacker.
"MANAYOU BLAST" the men yelled out a large cry as they propelled their glowing balls of energy towards the shadows as fast as they could. The explosion was deafening. A wrought iron staircase on the side of the alleyway was blown into the night sky, before settling on the road outside.
Liu was the first to recover from the blast. He slowly regained his footing, still drained from the exertion of using so much ki in one Manayou blast. He grinned to himself as he looked into the smoke. There was no way anyone could survive a hit like that. He looked over at Brijan, who was still getting to his feet.
"Hey Brijan, I think we might of overdone it. I reckon with a blast like that, that guy would have passed the next dimension by a couple of miles."
The big lumbering man turned to laugh at his friend's remark, but what he saw in the corner of his eye made him shiver. He was still alive. That Son of a Bitch was alive!! It was impossible, yet, as the man slowly walked towards him, he lost all feeling. His voice broke down into a quiet stutter, unheard over his friend's laughter.
"Li... Liu...he's still there...he's still alive."
Liu's laughter abruptly stopped as he saw what his friend was gaping at. The shadowy figure emerged from the smoke and headed slowly towards them. Liu watched as the figure began to walk into the moonlight. The bright green eyes belonged to a man, by the looks of it not much older then eighteen years. Gold hair flared on the top of his hair. His athletic body was protected under the navy blue gi that he wore, although his arms were bare, showing the rippling muscles that ran down to his strongly built hands. His face was definitely one that the girls would go for, but at the moment his mouth was set in a hard frown. Liu was not going to stand for this. He did a back flip into the air and crouched down into his fighting position. If the bastard wanted to fight, he had a fight.
"Brijan, get up and give me a hand with this god forsaken creature".
Brijan still sat on the ground, jaw trembling so hard that Liu thought that it was about to explode. And that's exactly what happened, but not because of the trembling. The jaw exploded from the uppercut that the stranger performed directly underneath his chin. Liu grimly thought about how Brijan would see the last of this dimension with a bird's eye view. The blow had managed to send him reeling into the sky, landing him on the rooftop of a nearby house. Liu only had time to glimpse at his friend's body before turning his full attention to this strange boy. This boy had managed to suppress his power levels from the scouter, an accomplishment that was almost impossible to learn, even by a Saiearthian master. To even stand a chance with this guy, Liu would have to be pretty damn aggressive. While powering up, he looked into the green eyes of the mysterious boy.
"I'm going to kill you now you piece of shit!" he cried.
The girl watched as her attacker charged the mysterious man with all of his power. Quietly, she pulled the scouter out of her pocket and slid it onto her eye. Lights and images flashed through the lens until it came across the man that attacked her. 30,000, not a power level to be laughed at. The girl quickly took into consideration that the man probably was still angered by the beating of his friend and was drawing power from his emotions. Served him right, the big smelly fool deserved all he got. One less piece of scum on the face of the earth, curtesy of this strange boy. The girl quickly turned to look at the man, who remained in an unguarded position despite being charged by his adversary. The scouter showed that his power level was 200, 100 up from the last reading. Still, this power level was weaker then her own. She knew that this couldn't be true. The way that he had disposed of the other one, that Brijan, meant that he had learned how to control his power levels and how to hide it from the lens of a scouter. To have a power like that would mean that this boy must have at least a power level of 5,000,000. A power level of a Saiearthian master. Yet, although he wore a gi, the dress of the warrior, he did not wear any of the markings of a Saiearthian master. This was strange.
"Who are you hero?" she heard herself ask.
"Eat my fists, punk shit!!"
Liu finished charging his power level to as high as he could get. A faint blue aura began to emit from his body, and the air around him seemed to sizzle with the energy that cursed of his body. Like a bolt of lightning, Liu charged at his adversary, fists glowing brilliantly with the energy that surrounded them.
"Enjoy the next dimension pretty boy, PYRO FISTS."
With a cry of anger, Liu threw both knuckles at the shadowy figure. Halfway through the strike, the blue energy surrounding them erupted, engulfing his arms and hands with a raging storm of white fire. Liu began to slow down, but pushed his ki energy into his arms and propelled the fire at the boy. The air screamed as the rippling heat surged down the dark alleyway towards its target. Liu looked on with a sly grin on his face, but only for a moment. The boy…the boy was gone. Liu quickly swung around on the heel of his foot, preparing himself for an attack from behind. Nothing. Liu checked his scouter. Nothing. The scouter was telling him he was gone. He knew better.
"Come out you son of a bitch. Fight like a bloody man and not like a mouse."
It was getting cold, very cold. Liu wanted to run, but something was gluing him to the spot. The man in the shadows was still there, but where was he hiding?
He heard someone clearing his throat. Clearing his throat directly above him.
Liu looked up to see the boy, floating right above his head. Liu wanted to scream, but it was too late. The last sound he heard on that dimension was the whoosh of air that accompanied the flying kick to his face.
The body flew into the concrete wall with a crunch. As it began to slide slowly down to the ground, the girl noticed the large cracks where the impact had fractured the wall. She slowly lifted her eyes. Before her stood the man that saved her life, his blonde hair and green eyes seeming to radiate in the dark. His blue gi didn't even have a mark or tear on it, and his body showed no bruises or cuts. He lifted his hand out to hers.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a quiet, yet rather deep, voice.
"I, I think so" she replied. Only then did she notice that her entire body was shaking. Gingerly she accepted the stranger's offered hand. He pulled her to her feet gently, giving her time to dust off her faded jeans and blue blouse before facing him again. She looked into those strange emerald eyes and felt a sudden urge to kiss him. Only common sense managed to bring her to her senses. The boy remained standing still, looking totally unfazed from the situation that he had just been involved in.
"Thank you for what you just did. You probably saved my life." The strangers face didn't change.
"Your welcome, just try to keep off the streets around here. The world is not as safe as it used to be."
The stranger turned sharply and began heading for the main street. The girl stood in awe, wondering what to say next. Just before the mysterious boy left the partly destroyed alley, she called after him.
"Hey, do you have a name?" she blurted, face blushing into a bright red. The boy stopped, glancing sideways down into the alleyway.
"They call me Goyan."
Chapter 2
"Are you sure that you're alright with those things Goyan?" asked the elderly man, watching on as his grandson lifted the dining room table and began to hurl it to another room. He knew that the boy would be having no difficulty whatsoever, but the man wanted to find a way to assist him. The boy's face remained locked in a frown.
"Grandpa Trunks, I'll be fine, why don't you sit down for a while, you'll tire yourself out" the boy answered.
"Tired? Let me tell you this boy, back when I was your age, I spent every spare hour I had sparing with my master. Not like you, this will probably be the most work that you do all week," Trunks spoke with as much sarcasm as he could, the boy would not rest, making sure that he trained at least 10 hours a day.
Trunks glared at his grandson for a few seconds, then let him get on with moving the furniture. They had both decided that the formal dining room was much to big for just the two of them, so they had decided that the lounge room should be used instead. It was the sunniest room in the entire house, and Goyan thought it would be better for his grandfather's health. Trunks would be 80 in a few months, which was an amazing feat for the kind of life that he had led.
As he reminded himself of his coming birthday, Trunks felt a sudden pang for his long dead wife. For the twenty years that they had been together, Pan had become a glowing light in Trunk's life. He remembered feeling that his heart would break the day she left him for another dimension. The cancer had spread through her entire body, turning the once beautiful woman into a fragile pile of skin and bones. The pain was so severe in the end; she began to beg for death, to enter another dimension that was without the pain and suffering that she felt then. As she had passed away in Trunk's arms, a final look of peace had come over her. This was the only thing that had kept Trunks strong, knowing that his wife was at rest.
Two months after Pan entered a new dimension, Trunks was compensated. His only child, Gokind, and his wife Shari bore a son, Goyan. The boy was so much like his grandfather and so little like his father. For one, Gokind had never been interested in fighting. No matter how many times Trunks had tried to teach his son the ways of the martial arts, Gokind showed no interest in fighting whatsoever. Instead, he developed a remarkable mind for science, eventually his talent leading him into chemical development. Goyan, on the other hand, showed fine fighting qualities from a very early age. By the age of three, an age where most kids were still having difficulty walking, Goyan was already doing back flips, aerial somersaults and high kicks. By the age of five, Goyan could quite easily overpower his father. Only then did Gokind seriously begin to protest about his sons training. Trunks agreed to slow down on Goyan's training, but it was an agreement Trunks knew he could not meet. Goyan wanted to fight, it was in his blood, and Trunks knew that to deny heritage is a risk not worth taking.
3023 had been the darkest year that the world had ever seen. It was still known as the black year to most people. The year where the humankind was changed, transformed by such an act of hatred that it had never returned to peace again. To Trunks it was the year that Gokind and Shari had been killed. The evil had spread to their house, killing them during the night. Trunks and Goyan had been spending the weekend in the forest, training. When they returned they met nothing but ash and rubble. It felt to Trunks like he had gone back in time 10 years, the year when he had held his darling wife for the last time. He remembered clutching Goyan as tight as he could, trying to drown his sorrows with this small boy. But Goyan had not cried, he had just stared at the small pile of rubbish that had once been his bed. His face went into a hard frown, his jaw jutting out profusely from the sides of his mouth, as if he was grinding his teeth into pulp. His small yet muscular hands rolled themselves into fists, and Trunks had felt a power surge through him that was so great it almost lifted him off the ground. As soon as he had recovered from this, Trunks had looked up at his grandson. However, instead of coming across Goyan's cheeky brown eyes and glossy black hair, he saw a blonde haired, green-eyed boy staring into his face. Goyan had reached Super Saiyan at the age of 10.
"Train me grandfather, show me how to defeat the people that did this to my parents."
Trunks was awoken by the sound of footsteps coming through the room. Startled, he turned only to find Goyan standing a few feet away from his chair, swinging a pair of keys between his fingers.
"We're out of rice, do you mind if I go and get some?"
The elderly man looked outside the window. There wasn't much sunlight left; he had been asleep for quite a while. He turned his eyes back to his grandson who was almost pleading to him with his eyes. Goyan was an exceptional fighter, but his driving skills still worried Trunks.
"If I let you take the car, you owe me four hours in the gravity room tonight, 100 times gravity."
Goyan looked at his grandfather a slightly annoyed look, but shrugged his shoulders and began to head for the door.
"Whatever Grandpa, see you in a few hours."
With that Goyan was out the door. It took only a few moments before Trunks heard the motor start. He slowly walked up to the window to watch his grandson drive off down the long, narrow forest road. They had worked hard to rebuild their house in the forest. It was the only place where Trunks and Goyan could use their true power levels without the fear that someone was watching them with a scouter. The only problem with living in the forest was that the nearest shop was an hour drive. Bulk buying had been a newly required technique and both Goyan and Trunks had spent some time remembering to ration the items they needed. Rice was on the top of that list, and now they were out of it again. It seemed that Goyan always needed to be eating rice to keep up his strength. He needed to continually build up the energy that he was losing. After all, Goyan was trapped in Super Saiyan form, so he could not reserve energy in normal Saiyan form. Trunks blamed himself for that. As he had done prior to being disturbed by Goyan, Trunks fell back into a sea of memories…
"You have to remember you father Goyan" was the desperate plea that came from Trunks.
Goyan continued to look at the pictures in the books, then slowly shook his head. Trunks was slowly beginning to understand what had happened at the ruins that day. The power that had brought Goyan into his Super Saiyan form had also managed to erase his memory of anything that was emotionally relevant. He was also oblivious to the physical changes that had occurred at his old home that day. Now all that was left was this creature of destruction, intent on defeating the force that had changed his world. Although he vividly remembered all of his fighting training, Goyan had managed to totally erase any happy thoughts he had, any times of pleasure that would make him weak. Trunks took some relief in the fact that Goyan still remembered him, but the cheeky, happy boy that Trunks had trained and Gokind had raised was gone, hidden underneath a impenetrable wall of hatred and revenge.
Trunks had commonly thought that Goyan might be able to break out of his curse if he found someone to care for. Someone to love. With his extremely handsome looks, it would not take much for Goyan to find a girl. But Goyan refused any attempt that his grandfather made to get him a girlfriend.
"Goyan, you should go out and make some friends your age. You can't be planted here with me for all of your life."
Goyan looked at his grandfather, his face remaining expressionless.
"We've talked about this before grandpa. I'm not after friends, they only cause problems."
"How can you say that? You've never had a proper friend; you're always stuck here with me. You can train all your life and become the most powerful being on this side of the galaxy, but without a social life, you're doomed."
Goyan grunted at his grandfather's remark, as if he acknowledged what he had just said, but neither believed it or wanted to continue the discussion. Trunks looked at his grandson with a pitiful look in his eyes, then began to recline in his favourite chair once more…
Trunks awoke again to something clanging around in the kitchen. Probably Goyan cooking himself some more rice. He yawned then pulled back the footrest on his recliner.
"Goyan, I'm kinda hungry as well, make enough rice for both of us." Trunks searched the ground for the book he was reading. He had needed to take up a hobby since he was to old to train and reading suited him just fine. He finally found it at the edge of his feet and pulled it into his lap. As he was about to open up to his bookmark, something struck Trunks as being odd. He slowly turned the book to its cover, one of those big glossy covers that picked up the sunlight and made different colours. Sunlight. Goyan had left to go to the markets and would not be back at least until evening. Trunks looked at his stopwatch. Only half an hour had passed since Goyan had left. That meant, if it wasn't Goyan in the kitchen, who was it?
Trunks slowly turned around in his recliner to face the door of the kitchen. He only had enough time to duck as a ball of energy was sent crashing into the wall, making a huge gap into the study. Trunks knew he only had one chance. Footsteps grew closer to him every moment. Quickly he dived through the hole and into the study. From there he knew where to go straight away. He rummaged through the top drawer of his desk while at the same time listening to the footsteps that were slowly advancing towards him. Finally he found what he was looking for, a small oilskin pouch with a drawstring at the top. Carefully Trunks opened the top of the pouch. Inside of the pouch were small green beans. Trunks placed one between two fingers and pulled the pouch in behind his back. The footsteps came closer.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" Trunks angrily demanded, although deep down his body was shaking like the jelly he had enjoyed the other night for dessert.
There was a snort, then a slight chuckle. The voice was deep and Trunks could almost feel the evil radiating from it. Although he still hid behind the study table, Trunks could almost imagine the face of this invader just by the voice. Evil.
"Like I said before, who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"
"I've come on behalf of my master, he wishes me to bring him the Super Saiyan that never converts back to his normal form. Where is he?"
Trunks slid back as his shelter was pickup and thrown away. In front of him stood a huge, muscular figure dressed in Saiyan armour. Long, shaggy black hair fell down over his shoulders. Trunks glanced at his face. There was something about this man that was familiar, someone that Trunks had heard of before. Pretending to overly shocked by the man's presence, Trunks quickly brought his hand to his mouth and slipped the bean underneath his tongue. The huge figure continued to look at him with an evil grin on his face.
"My name is Radditz, one of the first true Saiyans. If you tell me where the Super Saiyan is, I promise I will leave you unharmed." The huge figure continued to grin. Trunks pushed further back against the wall. He now knew who this Radditz was, the great Goku's half brother. But he had been killed decades ago. There was no way that he could be back, even if someone had tried to wish him back with dragon balls. Yet there he stood, cracking his huge knuckles with a loud, monotone crack.
"Are you going to waste my time old man? Tell me where the Super Saiyan is or you'll spend your life in the next dimension regretting it."
Trunks stared coldly into Radditz's eyes.
"I don't know what you're going on about. To have a Saiyan that stays in his super form forever is a stupid thought. Probably just like your master. Stupid."
The monster didn't like that remark. His eye's flared brightly whilst his hands began to ball up into fists the size of sledgehammers. Trunks quickly pulled the bean out from underneath his tongue and began to slowly chew on it. Instantly he began to feel his ki begin to surge through his body. His tired, weak muscles quickly sprang to life. Trunks glared at his attacker.
"As for you, well you look as strong as an ox, and just about as smart."
That had done it. Radditz brought his fist back in a split second, ready to smash Trunk's skull open. Unfortunately for him, Trunks was quicker. He quickly rolled out of the way as the huge fist smashed into the wall behind. Trunks was quickly to his feet. Radditz quickly spun around to face the old man. Another mistake. As quick as a flash, Trunks quickly brought his old, arthritic fingers up and spread them over his eyes.
"SOLAR FLARE!!" he roared at the top of his voice. The light that flashed through the house was brighter then pure sunlight itself. Radditz roared in pain as he brought his hands to his eyes. Trunks didn't have long to get out of the house. As quick as he could, he began to make his way for the old woodshed down the back of the property. He had used all of the energy he had from the sensu bean on the solar flare. Now all he had was his normal power level, one that had sharply decreased as age had begun to affect him.
Finally he reached the old shack. Puffing and panting, Trunks quickly tried to remember the combination for the lock on the door. Behind him a roar erupted, closely followed by the sound of one of the house foundations, probably the roof, exploding as Radditz recovered from the stun that he had been given. Trunks finally remembered the combination for the old, rusty lock. However, as the metal hinge sprang open, the sun disappeared behind a huge floating object.
"You old bastard!! I don't care what my master wants, I'm going to destroy you now!!"
Trunks frantically tried to pull the door open, but it was too late. A huge ball of ki energy ripped most of the woodshed away, leaving only the door and part of the concrete slab. The shock of the blast sent the old man flying towards a nearby tree. The impact nearly knocked Trunks out, but long years of training seemed to kick in and he quickly transferred the shock into the ground. With this done, he used his remaining senses to find Radditz. Just as he had thought Radditz had left, the giant materialised right in front of him. There was nothing Trunks could do. A huge fist flew into the old man's stomach, the sound of breaking ribs echoing through the forest treetops. The pain caused his head to reel back, a perfect hit for Radditz. Another fist landed directly underneath the chin, sending him flying for a good 50 metres. Still Trunks was conscious. Through his half swollen eye, he watched his attacker slowly walk towards him, ki flowing around his fists like fire.
"I'm sorry Goyan" was all he could mumble.
Goyan pulled the car to the side of the road. Something was wrong; his senses were going overboard. He could feel a power radiating back at the house. As quick as a flash he was out of the car and flying as fast as he could back to the cottage. He did not bother about hiding his power level; instead he pushed his ki up as far as he could without transforming or using the kaioken attack his grandfather had taught him. Blue energy surrounded his body as he shot through the air like a bullet. He looked straight ahead, his face still remaining as expressionless as usual. He refused to feel the fear that was trying to emerge from him. Fear would make him weak. Instead, he grinded his teeth together and concentrated even more on confronting whatever it was that was attacking his home.
Trunks tried not to scream as Radditz sent a barrage of punches into his ribs, turning them from broken bones to smashed pulp. It was becoming extremely hard to breath, probably because his lungs were punctured. He didn't really care now. He watched as Radditz slowly brought his hand together like a hammer, preparing to crush his skull. Slowly Trunks closed his eyes, waiting to be united with his long dead wife.
"ARRGGGGHHH," the monster was in pain.
Trunks opened his swollen eyes as far he could. A few metres away, Radditz was on his knees, roaring. His two hands were clawing at his shaggy hair, as if something was attacking his mind. He looked up to the sky, and for a moment Trunks thought he heard him talking to the clouds, asking them why. Just before the old man lost consciousness, he saw the monster regather himself and look menacingly at him.
"Tell the boy that I'll be after him. And when I get him, I'll kill him twice."
With a final chuckle, Radditz flew off to wherever he had come from. Trunks was left alone, face-to-face with death itself. He felt no sorrow about dying; almost everybody he had ever loved was now in another dimension. He would be reunited with all the true Saiyans, not the race of people that lived on the earth now, the Saiearthians. He would finally spar with the great Goku, Piccolo and Vegeta. He would relive his childhood years with his best friend Goten, and finally be reunited with his master, Gohan. Most of all, he would be with his lovely Pan for the rest of eternity. All that was left to do on this earth was to tell Goyan the truth, the truth that had been hidden from him all those long years.
Goyan brought himself to a stop a mile away from his forest home. The power reading he had felt earlier was know moving, heading towards the mountains. Goyan prepared to head after him but stopped and checked for his grandfather's power. He finally picked it up, but it was dangerously low. Priority overcame his urge to follow the intruder, and Goyan hurled himself towards the cottage. As it came into sight, he noticed that a good part of the roof was missing. He landed just outside the cottage, oblivious to the crater that he formed. His senses told him the low power level was coming from the woodshed.
It took Goyan only moments to reach the shed, although it had been a good 400 metres away from the home. He glanced at the destroyed shack but turned his eyes to the crumpled mess another 100 metres away. He immediately knew that it was his grandfather. The old man lifted his head when he heard Goyan approaching him.
"Goyan" the man said weakly.
"Come, grandpa, I'll take you inside."
"No, I think I'd rather die out here, with all these trees around me. I always liked trees, they made great punching practice." Trunks grinned slightly, but stopped once the pain in his ribs. Goyan knelt beside him, lifting his head lightly and placing a smooth stone under it. The old man noted that Goyan's face was still expressionless, but it didn't worry him. He knew that his death would not break Goyan's curse, no matter how much it affected his lifestyle. All that mattered was that he knew the truth.
"Goyan, I want you to listen to me very well now. Promise me that you will remember what I tell you."
" I promise" Goyan said truthfully.
"Good, now this may the most important thing anyone ever tells you. Listen like you have never listened before…"
Goyan waited patiently as Trunks took three deep breaths, each one accompanied by a painful wince. Still, Trunks continued with his story.
"You have always been under the impression that you are a Saiearthian like everyone else. That's not particularly true. We come from a race of fighters called Saiyans. We are very special Saiyans Goyan, as we come from royal heritage. Your great grandfather was prince Vegeta, one of the original Saiyan fighters that lived on earth. He was named after the planet we come from, planet Vegeta."
Trunks paused for a moment to take another few deep breaths. Then he continued.
"You are half Saiyan, half human, just like me and a lot of the original dragon ball fighters of this planet. Having both of these races in your blood is to your advantage, as you have lost all of the weaknesses that both have. You are not a Saiearthian; these people were once humans but were changed during the black year. Nobody knows how, but some believe that it was to do with the legendary dragon balls. I know that it is your destiny to bring peace back to this planet; I'm not going to stop you. All I can do is tell you the truth so you may know what you are up against. Saiyans are the strongest race of people that ever lived, and you have barely touched your powers. Just know that you have powers in yourself that you can't start to imagine. That is all I can tell you. Goodbye Goyan, may the spirits of the great Super Saiyans be with you."
Goyan watched as his grandfather closed his eyes for the last time. Moments later, he began to fade away, growing less visible by the moment. Within a few minutes, there was no trace left of the old Trunks.
The young man slowly got to his feet. His face seemed to remain expressionless, but Trunks would of recognized the small twitches of a frown. He stood there for at least an hour, eyes staring at the ground where his grandfather had last lain. Finally, Goyan turned his cobalt-blue eyes to the sky, hands clenching themselves into fists. His body exploded into a blue flame of energy, golden hair standing dead straight. He now knew his true destiny. Goyan bent his knees slightly to the ground before firing himself into the air. As he flew away from his forest home, he thought he could hear the trees whispering goodbye.
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Coming Soon
A Dragons Calling part 2: The Cry of Destiny
Goyan continues his quest to save the earth from the evil that plagues humanity. But can he fight the darkness alone? Or does he need a helping hand in his crusade?
Follow Goyan as he begins his voyage into the evil itself, and at the same time finds more about himself, who he is and what being a true Saiyan means to him.
Coming as soon as I can finish the thing!!!