DragonBallZ: When Dreams Become Reality
Chapter 7 written by Noble....
"Alright fan out and find him! Our scouters indicated a huge rise in power, scan each and everyone of these kids and if we don't find him, waste em all!" shouted a well built soldier, obviously the leader the of this little group.
Well this was refreshingly different to say the least. 7 heavily armed terroists storm the school, armed with weaponary and technology that seems too far ahead of its time to be real and they start barking orders and threats as they use what looked like a sqaure green eye piece that they called 'scouters'. Obviously it would seem that they were searching for someone of a very high standard and Noble didn't have to guess twice to know it was him they were looking for. He had the highest powerlevel on the entire planet, regardless of his ability to change into a golden fighter. Inspecting each of the 7 individuals carefully he scans their ki finding it to be a little higher than that of the average human, possibly a 1000 to 3000. So it would appear they have been training like he had but not as intensly it would seem. A human with a Ki of 3000 is pretty good considering, well over the standards of anyone else Noble had seen or detected before. But sadly nowhere near his standards, to him they weren't even a challenge except for the weapons they were carrying that made it a little more interesting.
Let's see; Rocket Launchers, machine guns, shotguns, grenade launchers, hand guns strapped the side of their legs and grenades. Interesting...Looks like he could get a good work out after all, depending if these soldiers were as professional as said they were. They looked like they were serious enough, especially if they were willing to be caught by the authorities if captured. Doesn't like they'll talk though if it ever came to that, they were stone cold killers that took any assignment given to them without question and failure to complete a mission was not an option.
He should take them out now he thinks, knock each and everyone of those bastards out before anyone could be harmed. But they had Grenades and Rockets launchers, each and everyone of them had a weapon that was potentionally dangerous enough, if not lethal and before Noble could take them down, they'd get at least 3 or 4 shots out that could harm or possibly kill 10 or 12 students. Plus if he did reveal himself, everyone watching would discover that he was far from normal, a freak if you will. He couldn't risk that, but Nioki already knew. She was the first and so far the only person to catch him using his powers, albeit unknowingly. If she died today his secret would be safe. But what was the possibility of everyone else here being slaughtered in cold blood, just so no one would reveal the identities of the special forces holding them hostage? The probability of that question was very high and he could not let that happen. So in the meantime, Noble decides to play it cool; act as he usually would and keep his ki very very low. If their supposed 'scouters' could detect ki then he would be the biggest power reading for all 7 of them to find.
But all he has to do is lower it until his ki is at it's lowest amount, a ki reading of 5 should be sufficent enough. It was pretty much accurate to the rest of the students who had powerlevels of 6 to 20. Spreading a little confusion among the killers should buy him a little more time to discover what their motives were and then after act and take them down! The leader of the group looks like his has a face of pure malice and hatred. Looks like he was annoyed with something, maybe it was with the assignment given to him. However whatever the leader has on his mind or what he was thinking was pointless to Noble, he couldn't read minds nor did he care. What did concern him however was the leader....he was approaching the headmaster, his reason cannot be good...
"Alright old man move aside, I have a little announcement to make to these kindergarden brats. Right listen up all of you! One of you here belongs to us and we want him back! If he doesn't give himself up peacefully I'll start wasting each and everyone of you until he steps forward. We know your hiding your powerlevel from us, so we expected you to do this. So we'll do it the hard way...just think of it like this Piccolo, the blood of each and everyone of your friends here is on your hands!"
(Piccolo? Who's he?) wondered Nioki curiously.
(The hell?! Piccolo? What sort of name is that for a student?!) Noble thought just as curiously as Nioki did.
The leader smirks evilly as none step forward, looks like he'll have to do it the hard way after all. Not that he had a problem with spilling blood, it was just a job like any other. If he failed to do his job correctly like any other special forces soldier than his superiors would make sure that he would recieve a punishment far worse than death and they would only stop when they felt like it. He had a job to do and he was sent here for one reason and one reason only....to return their 'project' to their client. It didn't matter how many people died finding him anyway, they had orders to terminate everyone in that designated that had seen their faces.
Taking his berreta out from behind him, the leader swiftly points and aims it at the headmasters stomach. The sound of a single bullet being fired echo's all around the assembly hall, as collective gasps and scared faces stare to the front as the teachers body falls to the flood with a heavy thud. He isn't moving and shortly after blood starts seeping into the wooden floor. Making his point clear, the killer fires a second shot thistime in the headmasters head, to ensure his first victim was dead. On the 12th of March 1996 Victor Torez was pronounced dead.
Various pupils started to whimper and cry in fear of their own lives and at the loss of a great man, others who couldn't grasp the sickening display before them vomited on to the ground before them. A collective amount of laughter started from the terroists, chuckling evilly as the point to their actions was slowly getting to the students. All Noble could do was grit his teeth angrily, ashamed that he had done nothing sooner or that he should have, he would NOT let the same atrocity happen a second time regardless of the fact if this Piccolo stood forward or not.
"Now that you are all aware of how serious we are, how about you step forward Piccolo hm? No? Then this time the death of another shall be one of these kids! Now which one...?"
The gunman starts to look about slowly, choosing his next victim. He can see the fear in their eyes and this causes him to lick his lips. "Delicious", he thinks. Anyone of these brats was as good as dead and if he didn't finish the deed then one of his men would. Looking back to the end of the hall he spots a female...slim, beautiful and with an even more delicious look of fear in her eyes. Perfect! She would be his next victim.
The killer points the gun directly at her and smirks, slowly pulling on the trigger as Nioki stares straight back at him, the fear inside her growing and growing. She didn't want to die, she wanted to live and grow up and enjoy the things life had to offer. Sadly though, it looks like she won't ever get that chance now. Not if she could move faster than a bullet that is. Slowly she accepts her fate and bows her head, tears flowing freely now as she didn't care if the other students could see her act like this now. Her body shudders now as it racks with audible sobbing and fear.
(Looks like this is it....I guess I am going to die after all, never getting to meet the one I felt destined too. If only hero's that existed in fairy tales were real...then he would come here and save us all from this unjust massacre...please....someone help me) she prays silently.
Just as she makes her last prayer, a gunshot echo's all around the assembly hall once again and when Nioki thinks that it's over she closes her eyes as tightly as possible, tensing her body, waiting for that very bullet that was fired at her to hit her and then there would be darkness. A collective amount of gasps flows freely once again as they stare bewildered at Nioki. When they all thought that her number was up, they too made their prayers and sent their hearts to her, praying that she would be okay. And if Nioki never believed in miracles before....now she was starting to believe when she slowly opened her eyes.
Staring her right in the face was a hand clenched and it's owner was Noble. Somehow to Nioki's and everyone else's astonishment, he caught the bullet before it could get anywhere near her head! She turns slowly to face him, her body still shuddering as shock registers all over her face staring wide eyed at the boy beside her who undoubtably saved her life, putting his life on the line for her. She stares unmoving at his face looking straight back at her as he smiles slightly, glad that he did the right thing and that she was safe. Noble vowed that no one else would come to harm and he certainly wasn't going to let her die on the account of some killers.
Standing up from his seat he walks until he is in the middle of the hall and staring straight at the leader. His face etched with a violent frown, a look of one who has seen enough and with his hands to his sides he unclenches his fists and the bullet that he caught drops to the floor making a small tapping noise on the wooden surface at his feet. The leader stares back at Noble straight in the eye and smiles, reholstering his berreta.
"So Piccolo it would seem you are very much alive after all, we thought you were dead" he says chuckling.
"Quit the melodrama and stop calling me that! That isn't even my name, it's Noble!" he retorts folding his arms over his uniform.
"But my dear Piccolo I don't think you quite understand do you? To us, that has always been your name".
"What are you talking about?" he questions, his ki slowly raising with his anger.
"Project Piccolo. You my boy were the answer to the military's problem to the loss of soldiers the world over. Do you have any idea how valuble you are to us? To our faction? We have been searching for you for 8 long years!"
"8 years huh? Well you took your time. Just what the hell are you talking about? I have nothing to do with whatever your faction is or the government! I have lived alone all my life, I have no memories of you or anyone one of your stinking friends here" he replies angrily pointing at the leader with vemon in his voice.
"Well obviously you don't have any memory of us. Must have something to do with that short term memory loss you had as a child. No matter I'll be sure to refresh your memory before we kill everyone of your friends here".
"So much as harm a single hair on any of their heads and I'll make sure you won't live to see tommorrow. You spilled enough blood anyway! Now get on with it...are you saying that I am this project Piccolo?"
"20 years ago is when it all started...The faction that we work for all came together in search of answer that would lead to an unbelievable break through in finding a means to create the perfect soldier. The military was sick to death of bringing new cadets within the navy, army and special forces groups only to train them and send them out into the battle field only to get killed the second they were out there. Very few soldiers were lucky enough to return home alive... missing only a few apendages that caused us to relieve them of their duty and future within our faction, because soldiers with missing body parts could hardly do much out on the battle field. Furthermore the government was sick to death of writing obituaries to the families of soldiers that died and were lost in the wars ahead, you couldn't believe the mountain of papers we had to fill out to send back to the families that would mourn them. It was enough to make me puke...."
"......"
"It looked we weren't even going to find an answer to our problem. It seemed there would always be an endless amount of corpses on our hands, that the families of those soldiers would blame us for, throwing even bigger amounts of law suits against us. The future for the government was looking bleak until two years later when a small group of archeologists uncovered a cave that documents had suggested was covered when a natural disaster struck the earth, many thousands of years ago long before any of us were even born. What they uncovered would be the answer and our salvation to what we had been searching for....bones of two races never heard of and extinct remained forever untouched within those burial grounds. I'm sure if any of you teachers here that watched the news at that time saw it plastered all over the papers and television, 'the biggest find since the dinosaurs'. How fitting and how glorious it was when our client gave us the order to go to that very same site and remove those bones from the hands of those insects that desired fame and fortune! The only fame they got is when there obituaries were plastered all over the newspapers the very next day".
"You monster..." growled Noble gritting his teeth.
"My how kind...like my story so far Piccolo? Your gonna love the result of our findings. It turns out after using the highest technology possible we discovered that our two new friends were not even human, infact you call them what skeptics refer to today as 'aliens'. Could you believe it when we took samples of the remaining DNA the still remains fresh to this day. Their DNA was unbelievable...it held power and answers we had long been searching for, answers that would lead to the creation of the perfect soldier. We took whatever samples we could find and cultervated and nursed those cells until the end result was somewhat...disturbing.... We had created LIFE! And found out some interesting facts about the two species".
"Go on..."
"For the record the first alien we created is what we call a 'Namek'. This creature was an interesting one. It was covered from head to toe in green scaley skin with a few pink patches on the arms, stomach and legs. The power it could directly weild was amazing, but in our finds that was not the most interesting thing about it. We soon discovered one fateful day when our 'creation' accidently blew itself up while in it's training grounds. At first the scientists in charge thought that there was nothing we could do for it since it was missing vital body parts such as an arm and a leg. But to our astonishment, before our very eyes it grew itself new apendages and resumed it's training like nothing ever happened. We soon decided or found out that lizards have that very same ability to regrow missing body parts, so it was a possibility that it could be related to that species in the animal kingdom. A humunoid body with the abilites of a lizard, remarkable. Our research was making breakthrough after scientific breakthrough until we discovered sadly that a 'namek' could only regrow missing body parts if the head remains. If the head is lost the entire body dies. So we disposed of our experiment and moved on to the next..."
"Feh....and what's this alien? A clown that looks just like you?"
"HA! Your a sarcastic one aren't you Piccolo but I'll be sure to crush that once I'm done explaining your past to you. The second alien is what we call a 'Saiyan'. This creature actually looks quite human and very muscular and the only noticable thing about it that parts it from being fully human is the fact that each infant born is born with a tail. Very strange indeed at first we thought, but this species was as promising as the last, if not more! A 'Saiyan' seems to be born of a warrior race, we believe this because when we first created our own all it wanted to do was fight and kill. A few of our scientists in charge met that fate sadly, but as it goes 'sacrifices must be made for the greater good'. Moving on the abilities of a 'Saiyan' are much like that of a 'Namek' except for the fact they can't regenerate lost limbs. However we discovered that strangely 'Saiyans' after battle and rest increase in strength sufficently. These little devices on our heads are what we call 'Scouters' because they have the ability to home in on any high powerlevels or the location of our team mates all over the entire planet!"
"So why did you create those 'scouters' in the first place?"
"We created them BECAUSE our final project destroyed half of our base, killing many of those under my command and escaped! The final result of our project was called 'Project Piccolo' a fitting name since it was I who was assigned to watch over it. Our client decided that the answer to the perfect soldier actually lied with both of the 'aliens' that we had created. Instead of having individual breeds of 'Nameks' and 'Saiyans' our client ordered that we start fresh and create a soldier that would be both part Saiyan and Namekian. The Idea was simplicity itself. Our creation would be born with the ability to regenerate lost limbs at will, provided his head wasn't removed and with every battle he fought and won he would increase in power geometrically. Infact it didn't matter if he lost in battle neither, if a 'saiyan' is actually beaten to within an each of his life or is damaged greater than previously expected, after he would recover his powerlevel would increase twice as much. And so the orders were sent and the very first time in human history a half breed of Namekian DNA and Saiyan DNA were brought together to call what we have named to this day as 'Project Piccolo".
"Ha! Your full of crap. There's no way this creation of yours could walk around freely without being spotted covered in green skin with a tail growing out of it's ass! People were bound to find out!"
"Ah yes the little flaw in our design. You see Piccolo you are quite right. Indeed the population of this planet would have obviously seen such a thing walking among the human population and we anticipated that possibility. But if we were to create a perfect soldier we had to make it look completely if not near enough human. We removed the genetic factor of the skin colour within the DNA of the namek and simply added more Saiyan DNA, that way it would look completely human. However with the addition of more Saiyan blood in our creation we couldn't stop the fact that it would grow a tail at birth and it was infact a nuisance to remove it as we soon discovered 4 years later. The child that we created actually turned out male as we wanted it and looked completely human to face value standards, except for the tail which left a few eyebrows raised. We actually thought that the boy having a tail was a small inconvinance and would bring us less trouble than harm...how wrong we were to misjudge the saiyan nature completely....
4 years after his birth he was growing up to be quite a fine warrior training the minute he could walk. We were what you could commonly say 'proud parents'. But it was because we thought the boy was harmless that we were in for the biggest shock of our lives! When the boy looked up to see a full moon one fateful night, he grew from being only 3 feet tall to a towering 35 feet tall, covered in fur and looked like a gigantic monkey with glowing red eyes! That monkey destroyed half of our complex and killed most of my soldiers in command but not before we somehow removed its tail as it tried to escape. The boy slowly returned to it's normal size but kept on retreating as we followed until 'Project Piccolo' walked into a mine field that surrounded every inch of our compound and was blown away in a massive explosion that claimed his life! A day or so later a soldier who was on duty was told to recover the body of our experiment at the mind field only to report back to us that there was no body on site! ONLY a charred arm, so immediately we knew that he was alive and that he had to be brought back to us and it has taken this many years to find YOU Piccolo!"
"What are you saying?" questioned Noble a glazed and a defeated look in his eyes.
"What I am saying dear boy is that you Piccolo, are nothing more than a project created by the scientists of our great nation. That you are the be all and end all of answers to being the perfect soldier that my client has always desired. Simply put you are nothing more than DNA of two alien races brought together for our use. You were born in a test tube! How do you like my story Piccolo? You have all the answers you desired and I handed them to you on a silver plater! Satisfied?"
(I...have no...family? I'm...nothing more than a...project created to kill?...I can't believe it....I WON'T BELIEVE IT!) he thought defeated and angry at the same time as he stares at the leader definately.
(Oh my god....poor Noble....) thought Nioki, her eyes welling up with tears as she heard everything about him. His life, his origin uncovered for all to hear.
Growling angrily, Piccolo's clenched fists start to shake with untapped rage as he glares to the man who explained his origin completely to him. He may have given what he always desired and the result of his origin may have crushed whatever dreams of having a normal life were, but it was time for those scum for their project to get a taste of what their creation could do!
"Now I have a question for you asshole! You claim to know everything about me even if it's true or not! But do your precious scouters have any idea how strong I am or are you bluffing?!" Piccolo shouts angrily.
"Hm, well you seem to be working on rage there. Let's get another reading to how strong you really....a-are?! Y-your powerlevel?! It's well over 5 million?! That can't be!!!"
"And I'm just getting warmed up asshole! You wanted real power, then your going to get a very good look at it! Let's see what reading your precious scouters get when I transform into a Super Saiyan!" he shouts angrily as the release of his base powerlevel starts to shake the entire school grounds, students and terrosits alike fall to the feet, unable to believe the display before them.
"A-A Super S-Saiyan?!" he asks now shaking in what he could believe to be fear for the second time in his hardened soldier life.
Each and everyone of the 7 terroists can see right in the mirror of their scouters that Piccolo (formerly Noble) isn't bluffing one little bit. As his eyes continue flash from black to teal, as the colour of his hair continues to phase in and out from black to a golden yellow and as the flaring of his blue ki changes to the colour of his soon to be changed hair. It was the one day in the life of these battle hardened criminals that they had recieved their first taste of personal fear as Piccolo's ki rose to a level of 45 million, causing them to scream in fear and pain as their eye piece blew apart right before their very eyes. No matter how the situation looked, there was no point denying the truth...'Project Piccolo' was going to rock their world and hell had come to earth....
Author's note: Yay me! It's the origin most readers have been waiting for! And i'm gonna say it now I'm a sneaky, snnnneakky BASTARD! (lol). Told ya I had a good story and an even greater plot line to this, (Would you actually believe all this came to me in one dream?! Why do you think It's called 'When dreams become reality' DUH! Dime bar). Sooo tell me what you think people as I've worked extra hard today doing chapters 6 and 7 and posting up the origin that I promised would come and bite you in the ass...*grins* easy now...i'm the man...
In chapter 8? Hooo f%^k! Noble...I mean Piccolo got the answers he always wanted and now he's pissed and he's ready to stomp his anger out on the candy ass' of those that created him Super Saiyan style! Be here in a few days.....it's the turning point to his 'life' if you can call it that...as this fanfic could go on a good 15-20 chapters...heh..
Send all questions and comments to: Noblekaleomnislash1@hotmail.com or you could do one better and be a good lil reader and review my fic? Go on I worked my bloody knackers off for you people so please kind and review this baka's story before I get grumpy from lack of faith from you people...(and lack of coffee).
See ya!!
signed Noble....