Dragonball Revolution

By Nic Gee a.k.a. CMDR_Fallout



Intro/ Blurb

NOTE: This fanfic is based on a timeline after DBZ. It does not go by the DBGT timeline but it has some things in it from the series. For example Pan, Super-Saiyan 4 etc. The first few sagas are actually the build up to the fallout of Earth, Namek etc and then the rest are the creation of the revolution. If you need to ask me about character ages and other stuff I may not have included just e-mail me at falledout@hotmail.com (I would also much appreciate any feedback. For example: any good points, bad points, your thoughts etc).

Thank you and enjoy!

The Earth has had many battles fought on it. It was the war grounds for many of its most deciding battles. Now the Earth's Special Forces have grown numerous and powerful protectors of Earth. The wise old warrior Gohan has taken the role of guardian of Earth under new rules; the Gods grant him enormous power. Alas, Gohan is only a vessel for this power, which is only used to keep the Earth intact for the foreseen battle. Gohan has been alerted to the God's vision and he is under strict word to keep what he has been told and to never use his power for it is too great to wield and will spell certain doom for planet Earth. The now retired Goku and Vegeta live with Gohan as mentors and guidance looking over the planet as councilors.

A new adventure unfolds for Earth as a lone ship spirals it's way towards Earth holding a person which will spark a chain of events that will decide the fate of the universe to an ultimate end that will change everyone's lives. How it will happen, only the Gods know. And how it will end, only the Z fighters can determine. Prepare for the REVOLUTION!

"Heir to the throne"

1 Prologue

The inside of the gravity room was dark. The warrior preferred the darkness, it helped him concentrate, helped him gather his thoughts. The gravity wasn't strong, just enough to get his muscles warmed up and help his power level rise. The red light from the controls beamed; 500G, that was perfect for any seasoned warrior to warm-up in. The warrior spun in the hostile environment, the stars outside lit up the small photo he held in his hand. His target to detain then return to his home planet. In the photo was a man, with spiky jet-black hair, a fierce look and he wore saiyan armour with a tail wrapped around it. "I'll find you, don't worry, I will find you", muttered the warrior. And his ship drew closer to Earth.

1.1 Chapter 1: That strange feeling

The island above Earth, now affectionately known as Kami's place after his passing was always quiet and peaceful. except for today; it was training day! And since the Tenkachi Budokai was on in about 2 weeks, it was imperative that Earths Special Forces trained. Over the years, the greatest martial arts tournament in the world has turned out to be the greatest martial arts tournament in the universe. Competitors came from all over the universe including Namek and the heavens. The planet of Namek has produced some of the most powerful warriors, and the last tournament was actually won by a Namek. His name was Master Goro; Namek's most experienced and strongest fighter. He defeated Trunks in a technical knockout when he threw an uppercut to the face, which scarred Trunks. The saiyan warrior was cleared from the ring and Goro won.

This year would be different, Trunks knew he would face Goro again if Goten didn't. But his training was delayed due to his responsibilities as a father and master. Trunks, with the aid of Goten is training his eldest son Bosta. The kid was excellent, no, better than excellent, he was flawless. At the age of fifteen he had surpassed Trunks' power 5 times at that same age.

Trunks waited patiently, his dark blue gi moving in the breeze as Bosta sped towards him at super sonic speed, but it wasn't that fast, well not to Trunks that is. Bosta's purple, neck length, slicked back hair wavered in the air as he readied a huge swing to plant in his father's face. He swung, missed but then let loose with a flurry of punches and kicks at Trunks, which were easily blocked. Bosta kept at it, raising his power level so his punches hit harder and faster. Trunks admitted to himself, that he was laid back, but in any case he couldn't let his guard drop because Bosta was extremely fast and accurate and would easily hit him if the chance arose. Trunks grew impatient then threw a punch at Bosta, a mild punch, nothing too hard. Bosta blocked the hit, propelled himself backward with the energy from the punch and continued to stretch both hands forward, charging an energy blast. He quickly re-considered this when he sensed Goten moving in. In a hurry Bosta cancelled the blast then swung a kick behind him that was met by Goten's knee, blocking the attack, but Goten forgot to block the punch which appeared right in front of him. The punch made him fall back away from Bosta, only due to surprise not pain. Bosta quickly put himself in the centre of both Trunks and Goten. He then crossed his arms over his chest, touching both shoulders. Bosta powered up then screamed out, unleashing invisible energy. A small dust storm encircled Bosta then quickly exploded outwards, which moved Goten and Trunks backwards. Goku taught the attack to him when having to fight numerous foes. In all the chaos, Bosta sped up to Goten's side. Bosta thought that Goten hadn't seen him, Goten was looking straightforward, and he was going to get him good. Suddenly in one fast movement, like a frogs tongue grasping a fly, Goten grabbed Bosta out of the air, placed his hand onto his chest and sent him into the sky by firing a weak energy blast. Bosta flew up into the air but immediately stopped with his limbs out stretched and the sound of exploding wind echoing the platform. "That's enough for now Bosta", Trunks hollered, "come down, we'll take a break".

"Yeah.ok, comin' down". The young half-saiyan hovered down to a soft landing and dusted his black gi off. Kami's place was a training ground for today, the sparring session is just one happening on the giant platform.

Gohan watched over his grandchildren Miko and Erca. The two boys were Pan's and her husband Charlie's. The two of them sure were dedicated fighters. They even had their saiyan tails attached. Pan let them make up their own minds to whether or not they are removed.

Miko was about five years old and Erca ten. They were basically twins, they both looked like Gohan though; they had the same short black hair, the same determined eyes and the same attitude. The boys were also unusually disciplined for their age.

The two boys sparred together all the time, but Erca is always the winner, his power is much larger because he already has the ability to transform into a super-saiyan. Miko hasn't actually been able to transform yet, but he is just on the edge of it. Goku noticed it the other day when he was trying to teach him the Kaioken so he could get an advantage over his brother. Little Miko powered up; he was holding the energy when suddenly his hair and eyes flashed bright yellow and Goku felt Miko's power increase dramatically for a split second. Unfortunately Miko couldn't hold the power so he fainted, but Goku knew that Miko was ready to transform.

Erca and Miko sparred; they were fighting at an incredible speed. Miko was controlling the session with combinations of punches and kicks. The power from each hit could be felt from a couple of metres away. It spread out from the two boys like an explosion. Erca blocked each hit; unleashing built up energy in the attacks, which dispersed outwards. The boys power levels were going up as they fought harder, Gohan could sense it. He guessed that Miko's power level was between about five hundred thousand and six hundred and fifty thousand, and Erca's was between seven hundred thousand and one million, but he wasn't exactly sure. In any case their power levels were quite large. This was something on the increase; the power levels of new born are higher depending on the parents. Gohan snapped out of his thought as he sensed the boys power levels rising even higher. Miko had stopped his little onslaught on his older brother and was now standing back, hunched over, fists clenched. He was giving out a low roar as a white aura exploded around him and the energy lifted his hair. Erca was doing the same except on a smaller scale; the aura around him just wavered around him.

"Boys, keep your power down", bellowed the fifty year old Gohan, "we don't want to destroy anything now, do we?"

"Yes grandpa Gohan", replied Miko, as his aura dissipated into the air.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you blasting Bosta off the platform again" chuckled Erca, "you were so crazy to think you could hit me with that Kamehameha wave while I was moving so fast".

Gohan reminisced to that day about two months ago. Erca had just turned into a super-saiyan a few days before and was learning to control the transformation. Miko and Erca were sparring, Erca decided to power-up into his super-saiyan form. Of course Miko was a little jealous and so the little guy powered-up to his max which is probably around two million or just over. Erca was darting around the place, taunting Miko to hit him with a blast. Miko may be disciplined, but Miko is also five years old. He charged up a Kamehameha wave and fired it at his brother. Erca was a super- saiyan; the blast didn't even scratch him. As soon as the blast was close, he just moved out of the way using his super speed and the blast collided with Bosta sending him into the air, off Kami's place!

Bosta was alright, just a little shaken up, as not too many people expect an energy blast with that much energy flying around in a sparring session. So the boys were told not to raise their power levels too high when sparring. They could only raise it to a high level when no one is around or they are actually fighting, which is never.

"Yeah, I can still remember Bosta's face" said Miko with a laugh, "but you made me do it!"

"How did I!" yelled Erca. Miko's aura exploded around him, and he flew forward his brother. The bright white wash of energy trailing behind him was like a fluorescent light. The two youngest fighters were at it again, exchanging hits. Gohan just watched, shaking his head. The aged warrior still had his youthful looks though. Gohan still had his short spiky hair, and he still wore the purple gi with the Namek cape on. Gohan looked around Kami's place, then noticed something: where was Vegeta?

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The warrior floated back to the floor, controlling himself under the force of 500G's. He felt the strain of the gravity on his shoulders, he decided he better turn the gravity off and prepare for landing. He walked over to the controls and pressed a large red button. A giant weight lifted off the warrior's shoulders, and then the powerful surrounding lights illuminated the room. He squinted as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden light change. The light reflected off the metallic insides of the gravity chamber.

The warrior walked past a reflective metal support on the side of the gravity room. His image flashed on the metal; a man of average height, his tight black training gear and black hair drowning out his obvious light complexion. The warrior's figure had a plain Gothic appearance to it. He walked across the room to the door on the other side, the rhythmic sound of his heavy boots clicking on the floor echoed in the room. The thick metal door hissed open when the warrior pressed the release switch. When he walked into the room he quickly looked around the cockpit; two single seats up front near all the brightly lit controls and panels and a table to the side with a suit of body armour on it and a communicator. The warrior's figure marched over to the armour and put it on. This armour was no ordinary armour; it was heavy armour, designed to withstand the most powerful attacks while protecting the wearer. The metallic buckles clicked closed and the warrior picked up the communicator, which was a scouter. He could sense other peoples power levels, so this scouter is really only for communication purposes for his trip.

The warrior walked over to the front viewing screen and surveyed the view in front of him. He looked at the planet in front of him. The green patterns of land on a blue background kept getting closer. This was it, he was going to find his target and he knew it was not going to be hard.

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"You have to train if you want to have a chance at this tournament" Vegeta complained to his youngest grandson Clyde.

"Well, I'll train tomorrow" Clyde replied.

"But you said that yesterday" said Vegeta. Clyde was Bosta's younger brother. He was aged twelve, but had the attitude of an eighteen-year-old. Clyde wasn't always like this, ever since he could transform into a super- saiyan he became lazy. This happened about two years ago when his best friend was hit by a car and killed. Clyde became enraged and transformed. The memory was clear as day when he wanted to recall it.

A hot summer's day it was. Clyde and his long life friend Gary had just finished a long and tiring session of basketball with the other local boys. Clyde should have been training instead he was out showing off to the local girls how he plays basketball. They wandered home along the side of the road with the sun beating down on them like some sort of torturing machine. Gary slowly withdrew further into the road, and it happened. A driver, changing a CD in his car, not looking hit Gary at 100km/h. No one could have survived. Clyde watched the lifeless body of the boy, which was walking next to him only seconds ago. An overwhelming pain surged through his body and he transformed. And for some unfortunate twist of fate, the same pain emerges every time he transforms.

After getting over his friends death, he never trained and everyone assumed it was because of the death so they just left him. But Clyde never trained, or rarely did, and he wondered why he lost so many tournaments. He was stronger than Erca, but only just, so the idea was to wait until Erca caught up and Trunks thinks he will start training again.

Clyde didn't even dress like a fighter; he wore brown cargo shorts with a basketball singlet. Clyde even wore a hat over the top of his black parted hair. It was exactly the same style as Trunks as he was a kid except it came down past his ears. Even though he didn't train, Clyde enjoyed playing basketball and baseball, only because he could beat everyone at it by using his strength as a saiyan.

Clyde just lay down on the floor of Kami's place taking in the sun's rays. Vegeta just looked at his grandson in disappointment then walked away sighing to himself.

It happened so suddenly, a ship exploded from the clouds and rocketed across the sky. All the fighters looked up at once at the streaking mass. A spherical looking ship blasted with the intensity of a bomb, and the fiery trail it left was spellbinding. "What the hell" exclaimed Gohan. He quickly concentrated on the ship trying to sense any life on it. He found one, with an oddly familiar power. It wasn't strong though, but the person could easily be a fighter just controlling their power level to avoid detection.

Gohan saw where it was landing and took the initiative.

"Miko, Erca and Clyde stay here."

"WHAT!" yelled Clyde, "I'm coming too"

"No, stay here" Gohan said sternly, "the rest of you come with me"

"I'll stay and mind the kids, I'm too old for this" Goku explained.

"Alright, Vegeta, you coming?" Gohan asked.

"Yeah, I guess, just to take a look" Vegeta replied. The fighters all flew off in the direction of where the ship landed. The clouds and scenery screamed past them at a hypersonic speed, their white aura trails printed the skies above the trees and mountains. The fighters slowed down as they approached for a landing.

"This doesn't feel right, something bad is in that ship, I swear it," exclaimed Goten

"Keep your cool" Gohan said while he landed, "as protectors of Earth we have to find out who or what is in that ship" And then he saw it. As his feet touched the ground beneath him, the hulking mass was right in front of them. It had made an ungraceful landing in a clearing, but had managed to collect some trees with its extreme touchdown. The ship was a massive black sphere with tiny windows situated around the middle diameter of it. Another smaller half-sphere poked out from the side with a large window on it, obviously the cockpit. Trunks motioned for Goten to move forward with him to inspect the ship that confronted them. The two half-saiyans moved forward, taking small steps at a time. Trunks kept moving forward but stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes fixed on the door etched to the side of the star craft. The hatch on the side hissed open revealing the black innards of the ship. Everyone was motionless. Like an audience waiting for the show to begin, the fighters waited for their mysterious visitor to emerge.

A black figure stepped out from the ship and onto the retractable stairs. The steam cleared from the airlock and the person was revealed. A young man of average height, just a bit under. He had jet-black armour, tight jet- black undergarments including boots and gauntlets. The man also had jet- black hair. It was irregular and spiky in all directions. The warrior now it seemed had a device attached to his ear that had an extension, which went in front of his eye. It was a green transparent screen, no doubt a scouter.

The warrior scanned the five people in front of him. He then held up a photo of a person, looked at the photo, looked up at one of the guys in the crowd, then smiled an evil smile.