The Rage: Prophecy of the Ten
Disclaimer: DBZ is owned by people who are not me who haven't given me any
permission to use their copyrighted material. But that's not gonna stop me
(Bwahahahaha!!!!). Ahem…well, anyway, all other characters are were created by
myself and other fans and any similarity with a real person is either purely coincidental or
intentionally malicious, whichever is more convenient. Please don't rip the characters, it
took to long to make them up!
Part 1 – The SuperHuman Saga
Chapter 1
The man sat in a lotus position, his head tilted down, deep in a meditation trance. If he
were doing so in a monastery or a dojo, it probably would not look so odd. The man,
however, meditated in mid-air above the peak of a mountain. He hovered above the
snow-covered ground, unmoving despite the fierce wind that howled around him stirring
up snow and ice.
Despite the sitting position, it was obvious that the man was tall. He wore long brown
pants and a white tunic; over his shoulders he wore a white cape, which flapped
frenetically in the wind. His dreadlocked hair, however, refused to be pushed around; it
remained in place on his head. All around him the white snow swirled, contrasting with
his dark chocolate skin. Even in this relaxed position, an immense internal power was
evident, brooding beneath his passive exterior.
He was the Watcher. He had been known by countless other names, but this one was
the only one that ever seemed to stick. In his meditation, the man sat and observed the
world, just as he had done for nearly 400 years. Reaching out with his mind, he could see
nearly everything. Slowly, methodically, he would scan the entire globe, constantly
searching, constantly querying. Constantly watching…
He allowed the tendrils of his mind to pass over the millions of minds below. He
sensed power levels, searching for any anomalies, any new powers. Nearly all of the high
power levels still remained. No doubt some had perished since his last check as was
common for the Earth. He moved about, focusing on 20 in particular. They were the
Potentials, the strongest among the strong, perhaps the ones he'd been seeking for so
long. He checked them over, one by one, before moving on.
Suddenly, he felt something break through his psychic net. The net extended 50,000
miles beyond the Earth's atmosphere, a distance he'd taken 100 years to achieve. Beneath
his unmoving exterior, the Watcher's mind raced, quickly analyzing the object. It was
round, metallic, emitting radio waves and radar. He recognized the shape absently,
knowing that it contained a single being. The being was powerful, very powerful. The
Watcher's pulse quickened; whoever it was could be dangerous. He scanned the
brainwave patterns of the being. He couldn't detect anything wrong…
The projectile was closing in swiftly on the atmosphere, from what he could tell. He
could already sense the bombardment of radiation being directed at it, no doubt from the
5 governments who had just detected its existence. He calculated the velocity and the
position of the projectile. The results surprised him; on entry, it would pass directly over
him in less than 30 seconds.
The Watcher's eyes snapped open. He slowly looked up, seeing a burst of flame
appear and streak across the sky. It suddenly all made sense to him.
" 'Behold the star of Fire and rejoice, for the Ten cometh,' " he muttered to himself
reverently. He watched the projectile continue it's fiery flight before the atmosphere
extinguished the fire. He knew where it was going, where it would land, what the secret
operatives would do with it once it was found. That is, if they could handle the Namek
waiting inside. He grinned a toothy feral grin.
"Finally. Let the game begin."
--------
Kildrun didn't snap out of his meditation until the space capsule slammed forcefully
into the Earth's atmosphere. He snapped his eyes open. The emptiness of space greeted
him on the other side of the clear metal hatch. Despite it's aerodynamic properties, the
spherical capsule began pitching and rolling in the Earth's upper atmosphere. Kildrun
almost began to panic before reminding himself that he had no control over the capsules
maneuvering. With his heightened Namekian senses, he could feel the temperature rising.
"What the hell's going on?" he wondered. He noticed a faint beeping and, turning his
head towards it, discovered that the small computer screen, which till then had only a
blinking cursor, now displayed two spheres. One sphere was 10 times larger than the
other; the smaller sphere blinked red in concert with the beeping. As he watched, the
smaller sphere moved closer and closer to the larger one. The meaning suddenly clicked
in his head. He recalled this pod also erupting into flames when it entered New Namek's
atmosphere. That meant he was within a planet's atmosphere. Earth's atmosphere.
"Why the hell don't I see it?" he thought, just as he felt a small bit of thrust. Slowly,
the capsule rotated, bringing the blue planet into view. He could see the details of the
surface, which became more defined as the capsule rocketed through the atmosphere. The
pitching had stopped after the burning re-entry, and he could feel the slow deceleration.
"I wonder where I'm gonna land?" he thought. It wasn't that important, really, since
he couldn't choose where to land anyway. He absently looked toward the screen again
and, to his surprise, he saw calculations and a projection of his path.
"So, those Saiyans aren't just stupid bulldozers after all. This capsule is full of
surprises." he thought. Fortunately, the capsule would land well within a landmass, so he
wouldn't have to worry about fishing it out of an ocean. It would still be a few minutes
till he touched down, by his estimation, so he went over his plan in his mind. He needed
to locate the Earth special forces. Then he would contact Dende. Hopefully he could
convince them to come back to help him with the Saiyans…
------
Below, chaos ensued. The capsule had not gone unnoticed. Since before it ever came
within 100,000 miles of the Earth, the armed forces of each of the Earth's five
governments had been watching it closely. They all recognized the familiar spherical
capsule and it did not make them feel good. For hours they scrambled, scanning the
capsule for life signs, calculating its trajectory, and, most importantly, detecting the
inhabitant's power level. They were dismayed to find that it was high.
By the time the capsule had entered the atmosphere, however, four of the countries
stopped tracking the object since it had no chance of landing there. The top brass in each
of those countries breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing they wanted to do was deal with
an impulsive Saiyan.
In the fifth country, Arano, they prepared for the worst. The top brass, having been
alerted to the situation, had put General Sleet in charge of receiving the visitor. Sleet was
known for efficiency, heavy-handedness, and intelligence, all of which would serve him
well when dealing with Saiyans. That didn't mean he had to be happy about it.
"Damn it, can anyone get me the status on the damn capsule?!!" he yelled.
"General, it's still closing at 500 miles an hour. ETA is two minutes." A private
responded.
"Two minutes? Where's it landing?"
"About twenty clicks from the deep desert base."
"Good. Send out a 'welcoming party'."
A lieutenant spoke up. "Ahem, General, do you think that'll be enough, considering
the power level? The Saiyan could be hiding his power."
"Hmm, you're right. Do we have any heavy units in the vicinity?"
"Not at the deep desert base, General," the private responded, "but there's one three
minutes away. Should I dispatch them"
The General pause, thinking. "Tell them to send out 3 mediums and two heavies. Have
the rest of the unit hang back, just in case. We don't want to show our whole hand yet."
He turned toward the lieutenant. "Tell me something: why would the Saiyans send a
single capsule not a week after their last visit. There were three of them then."
The lieutenant furrowed his brow and stroked his chin, thinking. "I don't know. They
said they would return in half a year. Maybe something important came up?"
"No, they'd still send at least 3. Besides, they said themselves, the only time they send
the single capsules is when they are going to conquer a world. They certainly aren't doing
that now. We have a treaty, after all…"
"So, if not them, then whom?"
"I don't know…but I think we'll be able to handle whoever it is. If it really is a
Saiyan, we'll impress them with the show of force. If not, we can capture whoever it is.
After all, " he said, grinning darkly, "our mad doctors can always use new 'research'
subjects."
------
The Aranan unit moved swiftly over the dunes, propelled by their hover transport. The
troops didn't speak a word. Most were clutching crosses or praying to themselves. They
all had a worried look. Only one word could reduce a special forces unit to this state.
Saiyan.
They'd all heard of the first encounters of the five governments with the Saiyans.
Massacres all the way around; the humans had no idea what they were facing. The
Saiyans still were known to go lash out and kill humans, though not as frequently as it
was rumored. That didn't stop them from worrying. The Saiyans could see their show as
an insult just as easily as they could be impressed by the show of military force. And, to
make it worse, they didn't even have any heavies in their unit. That meant their weapons
would be useless. They could be just going to the crash site to die…
The transport glided silently to a stop.
"Alright, ladies, let's fall out!" the grizzled looking Sergeant called out. "And be on
alert. If anybody dies today, it better damn well be him!"
They streamed out of the transport, fanning out around the capsule that rested in a
huge crater. On a signal from the Sergeant, they trained their plasma rifles at the capsule,
waiting for any movement.
"So, what do you think, Sarge?" a nearby soldier whispered.
"Dunno. If it's a Saiyan, I guess we go down there and pretend like this ain't no
hunting party. Otherwise, they want us to bag whoever it is." He replied.
"And how the hell do they expect us to do that. We got no heavies!"
"They're sending out some. Should be here in a minute."
"Great, so till then we're the cannon fodder."
"Cheer up soldier, it ain't the first time, won't be the last, if you're lucky." The sarge
replied, flashing a wry smile.
"SARGE!" someone yelled out. "The hatch's opening up!"
"Ladies!" the Sarge said through the comlink, "Set your rifles to heavy stun and hair
trigger. We only get one chance, so fire if I say so."
The guns all trained on the capsule's opening. Slowly, a caped figure emerged from
the capsule, into the desert sunlight. The sun shone on his red skin.
"Fire." The sarge whispered.
Disclaimer: DBZ is owned by people who are not me who haven't given me any
permission to use their copyrighted material. But that's not gonna stop me
(Bwahahahaha!!!!). Ahem…well, anyway, all other characters are were created by
myself and other fans and any similarity with a real person is either purely coincidental or
intentionally malicious, whichever is more convenient. Please don't rip the characters, it
took to long to make them up!
Part 1 – The SuperHuman Saga
Chapter 1
The man sat in a lotus position, his head tilted down, deep in a meditation trance. If he
were doing so in a monastery or a dojo, it probably would not look so odd. The man,
however, meditated in mid-air above the peak of a mountain. He hovered above the
snow-covered ground, unmoving despite the fierce wind that howled around him stirring
up snow and ice.
Despite the sitting position, it was obvious that the man was tall. He wore long brown
pants and a white tunic; over his shoulders he wore a white cape, which flapped
frenetically in the wind. His dreadlocked hair, however, refused to be pushed around; it
remained in place on his head. All around him the white snow swirled, contrasting with
his dark chocolate skin. Even in this relaxed position, an immense internal power was
evident, brooding beneath his passive exterior.
He was the Watcher. He had been known by countless other names, but this one was
the only one that ever seemed to stick. In his meditation, the man sat and observed the
world, just as he had done for nearly 400 years. Reaching out with his mind, he could see
nearly everything. Slowly, methodically, he would scan the entire globe, constantly
searching, constantly querying. Constantly watching…
He allowed the tendrils of his mind to pass over the millions of minds below. He
sensed power levels, searching for any anomalies, any new powers. Nearly all of the high
power levels still remained. No doubt some had perished since his last check as was
common for the Earth. He moved about, focusing on 20 in particular. They were the
Potentials, the strongest among the strong, perhaps the ones he'd been seeking for so
long. He checked them over, one by one, before moving on.
Suddenly, he felt something break through his psychic net. The net extended 50,000
miles beyond the Earth's atmosphere, a distance he'd taken 100 years to achieve. Beneath
his unmoving exterior, the Watcher's mind raced, quickly analyzing the object. It was
round, metallic, emitting radio waves and radar. He recognized the shape absently,
knowing that it contained a single being. The being was powerful, very powerful. The
Watcher's pulse quickened; whoever it was could be dangerous. He scanned the
brainwave patterns of the being. He couldn't detect anything wrong…
The projectile was closing in swiftly on the atmosphere, from what he could tell. He
could already sense the bombardment of radiation being directed at it, no doubt from the
5 governments who had just detected its existence. He calculated the velocity and the
position of the projectile. The results surprised him; on entry, it would pass directly over
him in less than 30 seconds.
The Watcher's eyes snapped open. He slowly looked up, seeing a burst of flame
appear and streak across the sky. It suddenly all made sense to him.
" 'Behold the star of Fire and rejoice, for the Ten cometh,' " he muttered to himself
reverently. He watched the projectile continue it's fiery flight before the atmosphere
extinguished the fire. He knew where it was going, where it would land, what the secret
operatives would do with it once it was found. That is, if they could handle the Namek
waiting inside. He grinned a toothy feral grin.
"Finally. Let the game begin."
--------
Kildrun didn't snap out of his meditation until the space capsule slammed forcefully
into the Earth's atmosphere. He snapped his eyes open. The emptiness of space greeted
him on the other side of the clear metal hatch. Despite it's aerodynamic properties, the
spherical capsule began pitching and rolling in the Earth's upper atmosphere. Kildrun
almost began to panic before reminding himself that he had no control over the capsules
maneuvering. With his heightened Namekian senses, he could feel the temperature rising.
"What the hell's going on?" he wondered. He noticed a faint beeping and, turning his
head towards it, discovered that the small computer screen, which till then had only a
blinking cursor, now displayed two spheres. One sphere was 10 times larger than the
other; the smaller sphere blinked red in concert with the beeping. As he watched, the
smaller sphere moved closer and closer to the larger one. The meaning suddenly clicked
in his head. He recalled this pod also erupting into flames when it entered New Namek's
atmosphere. That meant he was within a planet's atmosphere. Earth's atmosphere.
"Why the hell don't I see it?" he thought, just as he felt a small bit of thrust. Slowly,
the capsule rotated, bringing the blue planet into view. He could see the details of the
surface, which became more defined as the capsule rocketed through the atmosphere. The
pitching had stopped after the burning re-entry, and he could feel the slow deceleration.
"I wonder where I'm gonna land?" he thought. It wasn't that important, really, since
he couldn't choose where to land anyway. He absently looked toward the screen again
and, to his surprise, he saw calculations and a projection of his path.
"So, those Saiyans aren't just stupid bulldozers after all. This capsule is full of
surprises." he thought. Fortunately, the capsule would land well within a landmass, so he
wouldn't have to worry about fishing it out of an ocean. It would still be a few minutes
till he touched down, by his estimation, so he went over his plan in his mind. He needed
to locate the Earth special forces. Then he would contact Dende. Hopefully he could
convince them to come back to help him with the Saiyans…
------
Below, chaos ensued. The capsule had not gone unnoticed. Since before it ever came
within 100,000 miles of the Earth, the armed forces of each of the Earth's five
governments had been watching it closely. They all recognized the familiar spherical
capsule and it did not make them feel good. For hours they scrambled, scanning the
capsule for life signs, calculating its trajectory, and, most importantly, detecting the
inhabitant's power level. They were dismayed to find that it was high.
By the time the capsule had entered the atmosphere, however, four of the countries
stopped tracking the object since it had no chance of landing there. The top brass in each
of those countries breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing they wanted to do was deal with
an impulsive Saiyan.
In the fifth country, Arano, they prepared for the worst. The top brass, having been
alerted to the situation, had put General Sleet in charge of receiving the visitor. Sleet was
known for efficiency, heavy-handedness, and intelligence, all of which would serve him
well when dealing with Saiyans. That didn't mean he had to be happy about it.
"Damn it, can anyone get me the status on the damn capsule?!!" he yelled.
"General, it's still closing at 500 miles an hour. ETA is two minutes." A private
responded.
"Two minutes? Where's it landing?"
"About twenty clicks from the deep desert base."
"Good. Send out a 'welcoming party'."
A lieutenant spoke up. "Ahem, General, do you think that'll be enough, considering
the power level? The Saiyan could be hiding his power."
"Hmm, you're right. Do we have any heavy units in the vicinity?"
"Not at the deep desert base, General," the private responded, "but there's one three
minutes away. Should I dispatch them"
The General pause, thinking. "Tell them to send out 3 mediums and two heavies. Have
the rest of the unit hang back, just in case. We don't want to show our whole hand yet."
He turned toward the lieutenant. "Tell me something: why would the Saiyans send a
single capsule not a week after their last visit. There were three of them then."
The lieutenant furrowed his brow and stroked his chin, thinking. "I don't know. They
said they would return in half a year. Maybe something important came up?"
"No, they'd still send at least 3. Besides, they said themselves, the only time they send
the single capsules is when they are going to conquer a world. They certainly aren't doing
that now. We have a treaty, after all…"
"So, if not them, then whom?"
"I don't know…but I think we'll be able to handle whoever it is. If it really is a
Saiyan, we'll impress them with the show of force. If not, we can capture whoever it is.
After all, " he said, grinning darkly, "our mad doctors can always use new 'research'
subjects."
------
The Aranan unit moved swiftly over the dunes, propelled by their hover transport. The
troops didn't speak a word. Most were clutching crosses or praying to themselves. They
all had a worried look. Only one word could reduce a special forces unit to this state.
Saiyan.
They'd all heard of the first encounters of the five governments with the Saiyans.
Massacres all the way around; the humans had no idea what they were facing. The
Saiyans still were known to go lash out and kill humans, though not as frequently as it
was rumored. That didn't stop them from worrying. The Saiyans could see their show as
an insult just as easily as they could be impressed by the show of military force. And, to
make it worse, they didn't even have any heavies in their unit. That meant their weapons
would be useless. They could be just going to the crash site to die…
The transport glided silently to a stop.
"Alright, ladies, let's fall out!" the grizzled looking Sergeant called out. "And be on
alert. If anybody dies today, it better damn well be him!"
They streamed out of the transport, fanning out around the capsule that rested in a
huge crater. On a signal from the Sergeant, they trained their plasma rifles at the capsule,
waiting for any movement.
"So, what do you think, Sarge?" a nearby soldier whispered.
"Dunno. If it's a Saiyan, I guess we go down there and pretend like this ain't no
hunting party. Otherwise, they want us to bag whoever it is." He replied.
"And how the hell do they expect us to do that. We got no heavies!"
"They're sending out some. Should be here in a minute."
"Great, so till then we're the cannon fodder."
"Cheer up soldier, it ain't the first time, won't be the last, if you're lucky." The sarge
replied, flashing a wry smile.
"SARGE!" someone yelled out. "The hatch's opening up!"
"Ladies!" the Sarge said through the comlink, "Set your rifles to heavy stun and hair
trigger. We only get one chance, so fire if I say so."
The guns all trained on the capsule's opening. Slowly, a caped figure emerged from
the capsule, into the desert sunlight. The sun shone on his red skin.
"Fire." The sarge whispered.
