Foreword
Hello there once again and welcome to the next part of my brilliant saga (note to self: control ego). Once again, I have failed to restrain on my length. This one is even bigger!! And even worse, the next part is going to be even bigger than this one. I just can't write a bloody short story!! I beg of you, please read a bit of this before you jump onto the next person's story. My brain is working on overtime and I keep getting new ideas. One page ends up covering five!! I'm an Aussie, and yet my brain actually wants to do work!!
Once again I will resort to begging. Please review this work as it is one of the only reasons I keep posting my work. Most of you know how much work goes into writing a rather large fanfic and any comments and criticisms are much needed for this line of work.
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The pen
A Dragon's calling part 2: The cry of destiny
Goyan continues his quest to defeat the evil plaguing humanity. But can the last true Saiyan defeat the darkness himself? Or must he learn to accept help where and when he can.
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Chapter 3
Goyan slowly began to realise he had no chance of catching up. Who, or whatever had destroyed his home was now gone. Even his acute senses had lost track of the power level. Besides, he had worn himself out from flying so hard and for so long. He needed to rest. More importantly, he needed some rice! He hadn't even been halfway to the markets when he was interrupted. He fingered the pouch of sensu beans that his grandfather had left him, but decided against it. He would need them later. Rice would do the job now, but he needed someone to be generous enough to give him some for free.
He flew for another half an hour before eyeing a small village, nestled between a spur in the mountains. It was not peculiar to find such a town these days. The darkness had forced a lot of people to move away from the main cities. Many of them took refuge in the forests, mountains and valleys. The ones that had stayed behind were either killed or totally consumed by the darkness.
Making sure that he landed a few good kilometres away, Goyan began to approach the town. Flying in would scare the villagers. He wanted to look as friendly as he could, although he was oblivious to the constant frown that he wore. He noticed that the town was a rather large one, at least supporting over 100 people. Although it didn't seem like a big sum, most people would be afraid that a population the size of that would attract the darkness. Being hidden by the mountains was probably the only reason they had no serious trouble. Goyan glanced at the small children who stared at him from their homes, moments before being rushed indoors by their parents. He didn't care; he just needed to find the nearest shop. It didn't take him long to find a small corner store. Compared to the other run down houses on the street, the shop looked rather clean, a new coat of green paint outlining the gutters while a pale yellow splashed the walls. Cautiously he opened the front door, the bell placed above the hinge ringing violently. He was greeted by a teenage girl, probably no older then 16. She took her time, as her eyes seemed to devour every muscle on his body. Goyan stood still for a moment, and then decided to speak.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if I could get some rice. I have no money with me but if you have any jobs that you need doing I would be happy to do them for you." The girl just stood there, stunned by the great hunk that had walked through the door.
"Melena, who are you talking to?"
A middle aged man walked into the door, eyes instantly colliding with Goyan's. He was enormous, his belly hanging well over his stomach and his head so bald that the light shining off it was almost blinding.
"What do want?" he asked in a suspicious tone.
"Oh Daddy, this boy was looking for some rice. I'm sure that we could afford some. He said that he would happily work for it." The girl's eyes pleaded with her dad, as if she wanted something out of the exchange. The man did not look pleased at all. His eyes seemed to fix themselves onto Goyan's gi, as if the clothing was something of the devils.
"We have no spare rice or any other food. I'm sorry but you'll have to go somewhere else."
"But Daddy…"
"Enough Melena, we don't know this man."
Goyan's face didn't move a muscle. He quickly glanced at the girl, then looked back at her father. The man was getting impatient, his face beginning to go a bright red. It was time to leave.
"Thank you for your time," was all Goyan said as he walked out the door. He needed to find food rather fast, or his ki level would be in considerable danger. He slowly began to walk back down the road. He would have continued to move on, but his senses prickled the back of his neck. Somebody, no, a few people were coming in his direction, each one of them having a rather high power level. Goyan quickly lowered his power level to it's absolute lowest, then ducked into a gap between to of the houses. It wasn't long before he saw a group of rather young looking men strolling up the road, tails whipping sideways as they walked. Two of them wore something that reminded the young warrior of Saiyan armour, except the colours were different and the shoulder pads a different shape. Another two wore a black gi. Goyan thought that this was probably why the shopkeeper had been so affected by his own navy blue one. In the lead of the group was a huge man with a face covered with rings. He wore no shirt, letting his bulging muscles to flow out to either side. On the top of his head was a spiky red Mohawk. All of the other members of the gang carried similar hairstyles. They continued to walk until they were at the footstep of the corner shop.
"Hey Melena, come out and play, will ya?" the leader shouted. The rest of the gang chuckled. There was no noise coming from the corner shop.
"Come on Melena, don't make me come in there and get you. You know I hate doing that." More chuckles followed this remark. None of them were aware of the small green haired boy that was perched on the roof directly opposite the corner shop.
Goyan watched with interest as the boy, probably no older then 15 years of age, jumped off the roof and knocked two of the punks down with a flying kick. The rest of the group turned around as quick as a flash. Still, the boy had time to draw his katana from its sheath and smash the pommel down onto another punk's head, then slashing away at another. If it hadn't been for the thug's armour, the sword would have gone straight through him.
"Don't you learn, Mr Hero?" growled the leader, simultaneously performing a spin kick. The boy managed to take to the sky, the foot missing him by inches. Halfway into his leap, the boy performed an aerial back flip, slipping his katana back into its sheath in the same motion. Landing on the ground with a soft thudding of his boots, he began to charge at the boss again; his body glowing with a green energy. Unfortunately for him, he had forgotten about the two men he had taken out with the flying kick, both of which now fully recovered. The smallest of all the punks, one with spiky purple hair, took to the air, landing an elbow into the boy's ribs. He cried out in pain before landing flat on the ground. The leader now took charge, sending blast after blast of ki energy at his opponent. The first few blasts missed completely, but the fourth and fifth shots landed into his arms and ribs, sending the young boy into the air. Three of the punks followed suit, leaping into the air. Two of them dropped short but the middle one, a tubby looking guy with a red, green and yellow hairdo, continued to fly towards the beaten up kid. He brought his hands back behind his head, red energy taking on an axe form.
Goyan slowly began to walk out of the alleyway. It was time for a bit of fun.
Jeisen thought that he was done for. He watched as the tubby guy flew towards him, charging his hands up for a fatality attack. His jaw almost hit the ground when he saw the punk crash to the ground, a smouldering hole left in his armour.
"Another smart ass," the leader growled as he turned his head. Jeisen struggled to see under the thug's legs. He painfully wiggled to the side to get a better look. There, in the middle of the road, stood a young looking man. He wore a white T-shirt under his navy blue gi. His hair was a brilliant gold, while the blue of his eyes radiated a cold aura. His hand was still raised, slightly smoking from the energy blast that he had just fired.
"I don't know who you are mister, but your about to get your ass kicked," the second tallest of the punks said. He was completely bald, with a body chain running from his nose to his ear. He and the rest of the group began to close into a circle, all fists slowly burning with a red energy. The short one with the spiky purple hair stopped to turn on his scouter.
"Hey boss, this little cheapskates only got a power level of 300," he said, letting out a high-pitched giggle. The group began roaring with laughter. The mysterious man just stood their, his face set in a frown.
"C'mon boys, Melenas waiting. Charge that sorry son of a bitch!"
A flash of ki energy erupted around the punks as they began to fly towards the man. Jeisen shuddered. The man just stood there, not even taking up a fighting position. He was going to die for sure. He couldn't believe his eyes when the gang members seemed to fly straight through him. It was as if he was some kind of ghost. Then Jeisen saw the ground near the man's feet. There were footprints all over the place, smoke rising slightly from them. The man wasn't transparent. He had moved faster then his eyes could see!!
"No way, we should have nailed that bastard!"
The punks were still hovering in mid air, most of them looking more shocked then the green haired boy. The leader began glowing red with anger. Finally something seemed to explode inside him. Drawing a single hand up above his head, the punk began to draw in as much excess ki power he could. Jeisen put his hand in his green gi, searching for his scouter. Finally, but not without pain, he pulled he pulled the lens over his eye and read the power level of the ball. It read 50,000 and going up, an attack that Jeisen himself would not particularly like to be in the face of.
"SOKIDAN FIRE!!" shouted the punk, hurling the massive ball of energy at his opponent. The ball cut through the air like a knife, creating a whistling noise as it flew. The young man took a step back, throwing a fast punch towards the energy blast. The sound of impact was like thunder. Jeisen continued to be amazed while the man with gold hair simply deflected the shot into the air, sending it so high it looked like it would reel out of the atmosphere. The mysterious man slowly looked at the hand that had deflected the blast, scratched it as if it was itchy, then glared at the head punk. His back foot slid behind him, into a fighting stance, his hands cupped to his side. The punks attempted to scramble, but it seem as if they were frozen in the air. Jeisen wondered if it was out of fear or something else more powerful. Even the wind seemed to stop howling. Between the man's cupped hands, he could see streams of energy cutting through the tightly bunched fingers. The man pulled his arms even further back until the ball of energy between his hands was the size of a football.
"KAMEHAMEHA!!" the man roared, sending his ball of energy hurtling towards the punks. The blast was the biggest single ki blast Jeisen had ever seen in his life. Bright blue energy seemed to flow out of the mysterious man's hands like a leaking tap. The scouter on his eye went haywire; lens exploding after a few moments. The ball of energy seemed to pause for a few moments, just enough time for the punks to scream as loud as they could. Then, the energy engulfed them, obliterating all five thugs like small twigs.
It was all too much for Jeisen. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his body made him nauseous. The last thing he heard before blacking out was his darling Melena's demanding voice yelling out to her father.
"Can we at least give him some rice now Daddy?"
Jeisen began to stir as Goyan finished off his 17th pot of rice. Gerou watched in amazement. Earlier he had felt threatened by the boy, thinking he was another punk after Melena. After the fight (Gerou didn't even think it was worthy of being called a fight) though, he had immediately welcomed the strange man to whatever he felt like. He immediately asked for some rice, so he and his daughter cooked up a huge potful of steaming rice and another potful of stew. The man totally ignored the stew, but devoured the rice so fast that they had to cook three more pots to keep up with his eating rate. Three entire sacks of rice had been consumed in less than 1 hour. He said that's all he ever ate, rice.
The first moan Jeisen made brought Melena sprinting over to him. Goyan watched how she lifted his head carefully and told him to drink a little water. Like a baby, he gulped at the water, but broke into a coughing fit by the third mouthful. Melena took the water away and lowered his head on the pillow. She obviously cared for the boy, maybe even loved him.
"You'll be alright Jeisen," she said quietly.
Goyan looked back at Gerou who was shaking his head.
"Our local doctor was killed a few weeks ago by the punks. I doubt we'll be able to rescue him."
Goyan worked at the belt of his gi. After a few seconds he pulled the oilskin pouch free and placed it on the wooden table. Opening it slowly, his fingers searched through the bag until he found a relatively large sensu bean. He walked over to Jeisen who was staring at roof, face detailing the pain he was in. He began to lean over, but someone began dragging him back with quite considerable power. He glanced behind him to see Melena tugging at the folds of his fighting gear.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she yelled. Goyan stared at her for a moment, his face still set with a frown. Instead of answering Melena, he looked back to the boy.
"This will help you, trust me."
The boy slowly opened his mouth just enough for Goyan to pop the bean into his mouth. He slowly closed his mouth, splitting the bean in his mouth. His jaw opened again, this time closing a bit faster. The third chew was faster again. After completing the fourth chew, Jeisen sprung out of the bed and onto his feet. The bruises that had covered his arms had vanished and his fractured ribs had returned to there normal state. He began to thank the blonde haired warrior but was stopped short as Melena threw herself on him.
"Oh Jeisen, your alright. I thought you were gone forever. Thank you Goyan, thank you so much."
The young girl thanked Goyan another five or six times, though never letting go of Jeisen. It took a few moments for the teen to pry the girl of himself. She reluctantly let go, letting her boyfriend face his rescuer.
"Thankyou for what you did out there. If you hadn't come along we would have been in all sorts of trouble. I still can't believe you took all of those thugs out in one attack," the boy extended his hand and Goyan took it, his strong hand seeming to grind Jeisen's knuckles together.
"It was my pleasure, but I didn't do it single handily. Your not to bad yourself kid, to take on people with that kind of power takes a lot of strength and courage."
The boy looked up into Goyan's face, eyes shining brighter then two burning stars. Not only had this man saved his life, but he had also complimented him on his fighting skills, something that no one had said for a long time. And for it to come from somebody that had such a great power was unbelievable. For a while after that Jeicen just stood there, speechless. His eyes only lifted from Goyan when Melena wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Please tell me your not thinking about going gay," she said sternly.
Jeisen looked in her eyes for a few moments, before reaching down to giver her a long, sensuous kiss.
"I'm not going gay anytime soon babe, not while your around," he said, grinning.
Jeicen turned to face Goyan, who was leaning on the front door, face still in a frown. A slight breeze blew through a nearby window, ruffling the folds of his gi. Gerou was still talking about the punks and how they had been attacking the town for many months. Jeicen listened in for a while, but something kept biting him inside. When the blonde headed warrior began to show signs of leaving, he jumped in.
"Goyan, I don't know what kind of mission you're on, but I want to go with you. I'm sure that if you train me I can become almost as strong as you are. Besides, the punks are dead and I feel like my powers are needed somewhere else."
A gasp escaped Melena's mouth. She glanced at Goyan for a moment, then broke down crying. Gerou stood there, speechless. Goyan looked at the boy for a few seconds, then stood up to his full height. Jeicen thought he was pretty tall, at least 6ft 5in, but the reality was Goyan was only 6ft3in.
"I'm sorry Jeicen, but I want you to stay here. My mission will be quite dangerous, probably plain deadly. Besides, there are people here who still need you and love you. You must stay here and protect them."
Jeice went to speak, but Goyan lifted his hand to stop him. He didn't want a kid slowing him down. Melena caught the corner of his eye, wording a silent thankyou. He glanced at Gerou, who was obviously as pleased as his daughter on Goyan's decision. Jeicen just looked at the floor, his shoulders sagging deeply. It was time to go.
"Thank you for your hospitality Gerou. I wish you the best of luck."
"Thank you Goyan, thank you on behalf of all the villagers. You have brought peace to this town again. You have saved both my daughter and her boyfriend, something in which I am eternally grateful for."
The two men shook hands, the fat shopkeeper smiling while the blonde headed warrior remaining cast in a frown. He lifted a hand in recognition to Melena, then quietly said goodbye to Jeicen. Then he began to walk up the road where he had come from, only this time to the cheering of the locals. The small children who had been hidden when he first arrived in town now danced around his feet, saying how they wanted to be like him when they grow up. He continued to walk on, ignoring them, but a familiar voice calling from behind made his pause. It was Melena, grasping a leather pouch in her hand. She finally caught up to him, tired from running so fast.
"Go…Goyan, there's a few capsules in that pouch, you know the those small things that Capsule Corp. used to make? Yeah, well each one contains about two sacks of rice. My father thought you might find some use for it."
Goyan took the small leather pouch and took a look inside. Inside there was four or five small capsules, each with a small trigger button on them. They were the very same type his grandpa Trunks had used for containing his car when he wasn't using it. He slipped the leather pouch of capsules next to his oilskin pouch of sensu beans.
"Tell your father that I send him my thanks. Thank you as well Melena, give my regards to Jeicen."
The girl smiled and began to walk slowly back down the road. When she glanced behind her the blonde headed warrior had disappeared, almost as if he had never existed. She shook her head. That guy was one tough customer, but if there was anyone that could fight the darkness, it was probably him. Smiling to herself, she began to skip down the road, ready to fall into her boyfriend's arms…
Chapter 4
Gerou had told Goyan that they had been receiving some strange stories from Tanyishen, another settlement due northeast from where he lived. Goyan decided that was probably the best place to start. Flying was not an option anymore; it wasted too much energy and was quite easy to track with scouters. Instead, he kept up a steady jog, making sure his power level did not go past 100 and that his warning senses were honed in as strongly as they could be. He slept for only when he was tired, and ate only when he was starving or his ki needed replenishing. After three days, he had managed to cover more than 100km.
After running for some time on the fourth day, Goyan sighted a small creek. He immediately presumed it was the start of the Zanishurin river, which ran down the middle of Tanyishen. Now all he had to do was follow the river, and he should arrive in the town. It was a reassuring sight, considering he had used a lot of ki in the last few days. He could break for the night here and rest. Just as he was about to light a small fire, Goyan's senses prickled the back of his neck once again. Quickly he back flipped into the bushes. Moments later, the small pile of leaves that he had collected were consumed by a ball of fire. A huge, beastly roar filled the air as the flying monster flew overhead. Goyan rolled back into the clearing and flipped into a fighting stance, knowing that the beast was coming back. Sure enough, it reeled in the sky and began to return in the same direction. It reminded Goyan of the eternal dragon that he had seen pictures of. However, this beast had two heads emerging from a huge, muscular body. It's forelegs sprouted claws at least a metre long each, and it's tail carried a lethally sharp spur. Each wing seemed to stretch on forever, the scaly skin shimmering regardless of the dark, cloudy sky.
"DA!!" Goyan roared as he flung a bolt of ki energy towards the beast. The dragon swerved to the right, the blast harmlessly flying past it. Goyan sent another three blasts to the air, all of them missing their target completely. The dragon once again spun around in the air, one head breathing it's fiery breath straight towards him. He parried the blast with both fists, the burning air singing the fine golden hairs on his knuckles.
"You wanna fight tough, hey?" Goyan said as the dragon shot another blast at him, this time the second head billowing an artic-cold breath of ice. He was well into the air before the beam crashed into the ground, instantly turning nearby trees into icy statues. He felt a cold wind against his feet as he flew higher into the air, a wave of blue energy surrounding his body. The dragon followed suit, shooting upwards into the sky, it's roar almost shattering the air.
Both were now well above the low lying clouds, the sky a brilliant blue. A glimpse behind him told Goyan that the dragon was catching up. Exactly what he wanted. The beast drew nearer, both heads sucking up air for another attack. This was his chance. He quickly dived low, letting the creature fly overhead. With the folds of his gi flapping in the wind, Goyan accelerated through the air, latching on to the spiny tail. A sharp pain thundered through his entire body, sending him hurtling to the ground. As he fell, he noticed the crackling electricity roll up and down the dragon's tail, meeting the tip of the spur and jutting out into the air.
The impact with the ground rocked Goyan's entire body. The pain immediately told him that his backbone was broken. However, his instincts told him to look back up to where he had last seen the dragon. Sure enough, it was plummeting towards him, both heads powering up to attack at once. He pulled at the oilskin pouch that was tightened to the belt of his gi. After chewing frantically on not one, but two sensu beans, he flipped away from the immediate area. Seconds later a combined blast of ice and fire hit the ground. Although it only hit barren ground, the combined attack generated a huge wall of water. The tidal wave began to surge towards the nearby creek, consuming everything that was in between the two. Unfortunately for Goyan, that particular stretch was where he had retreated. There was no getting out of its way. Mushed sensu bean floated inside his stomach, energy left over from healing still radiating into his bloodstream. It was now or never.
"KAIOKEN TIMES 30!!" The light blue energy that had radiated around Goyan's body now exploded into a fierce red. His blonde hair stiffened as the power surged through his body. Water seemed to evaporate immediately as the crackling energy crashed through the wave, forcing it back the way it had come. The dragon-beast, who had now settled on the ground to watch his dirty work, only managed to get it's feet above the torrent of water. Finally, the water crashed into the ground, leaving a track of wet mud and nothing else.
The beast flew into the air again, firing another fire-ice attack, this time directly at it's target. The blast seemed to merely slide of the red field of energy, fire burning up one side of the forest while the other seemed to shatter under a blanket of ice. The Super Saiyan continued to charge through the air, the kaioken attack increasing his strength and speed 30 times his normal power. The dragon screamed in agony as the red flash sliced through it's body, leaving the carcass dangling in the air, a hole of burnt flesh leaving an unusual shadow on the ground. After stalling for a few more moments the body of the dead beast began to fall back to the ground. Goyan watched as his victim plunged into the earth, seconds later burning up into nothingness. A few moments later he too landed on the ground, the red fire around him vanishing. Whoever was the master of this beast had certainly not wanted him to go on any further.
"I don't know who you are yet, but when I do you're going to be very sorry," he said softly to himself. There was no chance of stopping here to rest. Although the kaioken attack had drained a lot of precious energy, he had to move until nightfall. Dry foliage crackled under his feet as he walked on, his senses more alert then ever.
The shadowy figure looked at the pool of shimmering liquid at his feet. A ripple began to blur the image of a young, muscular man walking alongside a river. After a few more moments, the picture was completely destroyed, the substance returning to dark thick ooze. He didn't understand how this boy could have so much power. That dragon had been an extremely powerful creature, one that had taken a good week to create. And now he had seen this man, the Super Saiyan that never returned to his normal form, take out the beast in one move. He snorted once then kicked the plate out of his way, the dark ooze spilling out onto the cold marble floor, disappearing almost as soon as it hit. The shadow seated itself onto his cold, hard throne. He sat there in silence for ages. Finally, a knocking came from the huge double doors of his chamber.
"Come in," he growled, voice echoing in the barren room. The doors opened to reveal a man dressed in Saiyan armour. His long, shaggy black hair trailed over his muscular arms and onto the metal shoulder pads of his suit. Outside the man would have been regarded as a giant, but compared the figure in black he looked like a weakling.
"You wanted to see me, my lord?"
"Radditz, I have not yet received a report on your mission to the northern forests. I presume that it was a successful one?"
The Saiyan shuffled his boots for a few moments before looking up again.
"Almost a success master, but not quite. The one that you wanted was not there, only his tired old grandfather. I managed to get rid of him quite easy, but some strange force overwhelmed me. I had to flee before I was killed."
Radditz heard a chuckle escape the huge, black figure. The chuckle began to evolve into an evil, twisted laughter. He wanted to run, to get out of there, but he knew that if he did he would reach another dimension before he reached the double doors of his master's chamber. A few minutes passed before the mysterious shadow stopped laughing.
"You fool, it was me that invaded your mind. You were wasting valuable time and blew your cover unnecessarily. Because of this you failed your mission. And that old derelict that you *attempted* to kill still managed to make a fool of you before you could leave. Not only that, your foolishness has made the prophesised one aware of his true destiny."
The fear that had struck Radditz now turned into a blind anger. He looked daringly into the shadow, searching out a pair of glowing red eyes. His hand was now clinched into a shaking fist.
"How was I supposed to know that Goyan was not in the house? Besides…" he hesitated, "besides, I had a favour to repay."
The shadow shuffled slightly in his seat. In the dim light Radditz saw a clawed hand jut out from the black cloak that his master wore. His anger still surged inside of him. He had badly wanted to see the old man die, but the dark one had taken that privilege away from him.
"What kind of favour did you need to repay, Radditz?" the shadow asked in a mocking tone. Radditz gathered his anger together before looking at his master again.
"I knew the old man's father, Vegeta, quite well. He always treated me like dirt. It didn't worry him either because his power level was always superior to mine. I suppose that had something to do with him being the prince of the Saiyans. I was a third class Saiyan, a worthless runt." Radditz took a deep breath. "That coward Vegeta used me to carry out his dirty work. When he found out that there was a profit to make on earth, he kicked me out of the way to get his hands on it himself. When he saw that he was going to lose he went chicken and joined the earthlings. The bastard died before I could get back at him, so I thought his son would be the next best thing."
The dark figure tapped patiently on his armrest as Radditz finished his story. He didn't care less for Radditz's history. However, he could use the hate to his advantage. When he had recalled Radditz, the Saiyan had been weak, worthless. But when he had the powers bestowed upon him, he had turned into a powerful, yet controllable, tool. Now was the time to tap at his weak mind again.
"I understand the hate you feel Radditz. I have excused your failure this time. Besides I need you for another job. The prophesised one is heading for a town called Tanyishen. Make sure that he receives a proper welcome."
The dark haired soldier grinned, cracking his knuckles with glee. He had lost his chance to see Trunks suffer, but to deal it out to his grandson would just be as pleasurable. The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became. He looked up at his master again.
"As you wish master, it will be my pleasure." Grinning, Radditz headed for the door. The voice bellowed behind him.
"Radditz, although I understand how badly you want to battle, you will sit this one out. Use the Chibi Oozaru that you will be given."
Radditz felt his heart go into his mouth. His moment of glory, and it was to be given to a bunch of primal Saiyans. It felt like his head was about to burst in anger. However, the voice spoke again, his words bringing a smile to Radditz's face once again.
"The Chibi Oozaru will not defeat the prophesised one easily. They are merely a deterrent. Trust me, Radditz, you will have your moment of glory."
The figure darted back and forth through the bushes, making sure he didn't lose his target while at the same time remaining unseen. He didn't know how Goyan could keep his power level so low so easily. It was hard enough holding it down for ten minutes, little own five hours. He knew that his target must be sensing him slightly, but the figure kept on walking, showing little sign of worry. Maybe he would rest soon. The figure hoped so, because he couldn't keep going like this for much longer. And he had to make it to Tanyishen unseen; otherwise he would be in for deep trouble…
Chapter 5
Soft, dry soil gave way to hard concrete walkways as Goyan entered into the outskirts of
Tanyishen. The clouds had grown darker since his encounter with the dragon, a light drizzle tapping his head and shoulders. The road that he walked through was empty, only the sound of wind beating the old houses made it exempt from silence. Whatever had been following him had now dropped off to a reasonably safe distance. It's power level had been low, so he shrugged any thoughts of an immediate threat away. It could be dealt with it when the time arose. For now his only mission was to find someone in this deserted town and find out what had been happening here. However, the more he searched the more barren the town became. Hopes of finding someone that day quickly diminished, as the slight drizzle became a torrential downfall. Blonde hair soaked to his skull and gi dripping wet, he dashed into a nearby fibro shack. The smell of rotting flesh was overpowering, but at least it was dry and relatively warm. It also had a small clay chimney in one corner, making possible for some boiled rice to be served.
In a short time Goyan was sitting cross legged of pile of soft hay, a bowl of steaming rice in his hands. His blue eyes kept still, focused on nothing but the pouring rain. However, his mind was miles away, kneeling next to his grandfather; learning his true destiny. Was it really his destiny? For so long he had wanted revenge on whatever had killed his parents. Although he could not remember them, something had been crying out inside, telling him that he needed revenge. Now it seemed his anger was part of a master plan, a storyline that had been created long before he was born. The anger, the memories that he had lost all those years ago; just because he was the last true Saiyan, the one who was to save the world. Just the thought of it made him crazy with anger, but he quickly subdued his emotions. He had learnt that emotions make you weak. Only when he was free of all the internal pain could he be ready to fight.
A quick warning flash brought him back to his senses. Multiple powers were beginning to surround the shack. Quickly casting the half finished bowl of rice to the corner, Goyan jumped to his feet, hands in front of him in a fighting position. It didn't take long for him to see what was attacking him. Clawed hands began to snap through the fibro walls, closely followed by small, hairy arms. In the entrance stood an ape-like creature, only waist high to the Saiyan warrior, but supporting huge claws and sharp, dagger like fangs. It looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen something like it before, maybe one of the books he had read when he was training. No, he could recall those books off the top of his head easily. It was somewhere else that he had seen them, but now was not the time for memory training.
"What the hell are you?" Goyan asked. The animal let out an ear shattering scream before lunging itself at him. A quick roundhouse kick knocked the beast to the ground, the force breaking it's hairy neck into two. Two more creatures immediately followed, jumping over the body of their deceased friend. They met their fate as quickly as the first one, bodies crashing out into the main road. Now the back wall had totally caved in, revealing an entire hoard of small, vicious looking monkeys. They didn't seem to stop coming. As soon as one was killed, two more took it's place. Hairy bodies began to pile up on the side of the road, yet more and more continued to pour out of nowhere. Soon an entire army of these creatures surrounded him. More began to jump off nearby roofs, clawed feet attempting to gouge his eyes out. Goyan grabbed one of them and tore of it's arm, using the sharp claws to parry and slash the continuing barricade of animals. Three of them jumped into the air, breathing a combined blast of ki energy towards him. He rolled to the side, letting the beam take out a dozen or so creatures.
After a good half hour the monkeys seemed to stop coming, leaving him to contend with the hundred or so left. One managed to catch him off guard, a claw slicing through his forearm and grinding his bone. A crimson red dripped on the floor as he continued fighting, kicking the offending creature in the chest, sending splintered rib into it's heart. The last few began to retreat down the lonely road. Goyan caught one by the tail, flipped it up and rammed it against the wall of one of the old houses.
"Who sent you here?" he roared, his good arm squeezing the monkey's throat while he wrapped his bleeding one in his gi. The creature screamed and grunted, it's tail thrashing wildly in the air.
"You piece of primal shit! I'm going to make your ride to the next dimension a long and bumpy one!" Goyan's face remained stone cold, but inside his anger boiled his blood. His ki energy surged through his body, although it faded as it met the deep cut down his wrist. The pain throbbing through his arms made him feel dizzy. His senses were numbed by the searing hot sensation that ran up his shoulder.
"GALICK-HO!!" cried a voice behind him. He turned to see a huge blast of energy hurtle towards him. He quickly ducked, the beam hitting the beast that had been creeping up behind him. Without another moment's hesitation, Goyan snapped his captive's neck and turned up to the object on the roof. The green haired teenager stood there, a huge grin drawn across his face. His hand remained on the sheath of his katana for a moment, but released it once he knew that he had been recognized.
"Jeisen, you son of a bi…"
"Thought I might join in the fun. Obviously chose the right time too." He jumped down on to the ground and stared at Goyan's bleeding arm.
"Looks bad, but I think I have just the right thing for it."
The blonde haired man looked at the teenager for a moment then snorted. They both began to walk up the road side by side, looking for another shelter.
Radditz turned the magnifying tool on his scouter off. The master had been right, the guy had managed to out class the Chibi Oozaru. When the time came, he would be a challenge indeed. Grinning to himself, the huge man flew out of the watchtower and headed back to the fortress. The fight had got his adrenalin running, and he needed to train.
A cold energy ran into his arm, putting out the burning sensation and replacing it with a cool, replenishing feeling. The cut began to stitch itself back together immediately, not because of the medication, but due to his immaculate healing process.
"Hey Goyan, is my potion working?" Jeisen asked as he emerged from the bushes, arms full of kindling and firewood.
"Yeah, what's in this stuff?"
"A few odd herbs and plants. My mom taught me how to concoct a few medicines when I was a kid." He turned his eyes downwards for a moment.
"Oh, and I threw a bit of mashed sensu bean in as well."
"Sensu bean? Where the hell did you get a sensu bean?"
The boy grinned as he lifted both of his hands up for Goyan to see. Compared to his relatively muscled arms, his hands were delicate looking; his fingers long and thin. Goyan responded by grabbing his sensu bean pouch. It was still there, but it was slightly opened.
"Another trick my mom showed me. She and my Dad taught me a lot of things. I was the oldest of a large family, so it was my job to defend them and care for them. But I let them down. I let the darkness get to them, killing them while I was off becoming a better fighter. When I came home there was nothing left, nothing. From that day on I've pledged to get the sorry bastard that did this to my family."
The boy's shoulders began to heave, his hands covering his face with his hands. Goyan sat on the other side of the fire, face still expressionless, but feeling a pang of hurt in his heart. This boy suffered the same pain that he suffered. It seemed to be a link between the two people. He quietly moved closer to Jeisen, who was still lightly weeping.
"When I found Melena I thought I could begin a new life. Then the punks came and started hassling her. Then you came and told me you were on the same mission I had started. Well, you didn't actually tell me you were on the same mission, but I presumed it pretty fast. Even when you said no, I decided to follow you. I don't know if Melena will ever take me back, but I know I'm doing the right thing."
"You were the one that followed me to Tanyishen weren't you? You hid your power level pretty well, although there were a few things that you did to give yourself away."
Jeisen immediately stopped weeping and looked up at Goyan. His brown eyes, still red rimmed from the crying, managed to twinkle again. His mouth turned upwards once again.
"You mean that I did well. I knew that you must be sensing me someway or another. But can you show me how to do it properly?"
"Yeah, I can teach you how to do it properly. Your going to need to know how when we get into some serious trouble. I don't want a beacon flashing out to every villain in the vicinity. First thing you have to know is how to move stealthily."
"You mean that you're letting me stay on with you? And you're going to train me?"
Goyan's face remained set in it's normal expressionless state, but secretly he let out a small sigh. There was no chance of getting rid of this kid now.
"Yeah kid, I'm gonna teach you. You're going to have to learn fast though, because when we take on the asshole responsible for your families death, we're going to have to be really good."
Coming Soon
A Dragon's calling part 3: Shadows of the Heart
Goyan, along with Jeisen, travel along the road to the next village where they are greeted by a hostile welcome. What kinds of terrors await them in the city of Stone? Will the villagers warm to the men that come to save their lives? And will Goyan manage to discover more about his troubled past?
Join Goyan and Jeisen as they fight for the sake of the human race and uncover the truths that lurk in the shadows of the heart…