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Dragonball NEXT: The New Story

Chapter 1 Leaving For The Tournament


"Marcus, wake up!!" Marcus, breakfast!!" Marcus rolled over in his bed, looked at the clock, and realized that he was running late. "Shimatta," he said quietly to himself. He wanted to get to the tournament as early as possible. "Kaasan, I'll be there in a minute!!" He ran to the closet to put his fighting clothes on. As he got dressed he thought about everything that had been happening lately with his life. Moving back with his Okassan, going back to college in just a few short months, trying to juggle his new homelife with his freedom. Hell, he was surprised that he was going to this tournament at all. Even though his kaasan was half saiya-jin, she didn't like him fighting. He always kept training though, even though she was against it. He guessed that she had just learned to live with it. He was interrupted by his toutochan, Brandon, yelling from the kitchen, "Marcus, I'm going to eat all of the bacon if you don't get down here!!" Not wasting any more time in his room, he grabbed his vest and rushed downstairs to eat

Even though she was half saiya-jin herself Sharon was still amazed at how much her sons could eat, and how fast they could do it. She stopped trying to slow them down years ago. Sharon looked her oldest son over as he ate. So smart, yet he lived for fighting, just like his Otousan, the saiya-jin named Cucuberro. He even looked like him, yet so much like her, she could understand why he was always fighting. Being a partial saiya-jin isn't easy, especially when you are one with darker skin. He was downright skinny in frame, but was built decently. His hair was in shoulder length dreadlocks, his own personal effort to appear more Saiya-jin. He was never mean, but completly stoic andlogical, and was always looking to help others out. She couldn't remember the last time he got mad. He was always smiling, always optimistic, yet still completely stoic at times. Her thought were interrupted by her oldest son, "Kaasan, I have a favor to ask you." She looked up from her plate, questioningl, he continued, "Can you please use my Saiya-jin name today at the tournament? I am three quarters Saiya-jin, and I know you don't like that name, but... well please?" She looked him over and jsut smiled. "Sure, Spinachu." He forgot all about his food and embraced his mom half over the table.

Breakfast was soon over and the three prepared to leave. Marcus waited by the front door, while his kaasan was fiddlig with something upstairs. "That onna, always takes forever to leave." She soon came back downstairs with a small box. Brandon looked excited, he knew something that Marcus didn't. He studied the box through the blue lens of his scouter. She handed it to him. "Open it, it's a surprise." Marcus took the box but didn't open it right away. He just looked at it. "Kaasan, I... can't accept this. You've already taken me back in, let me stay here for free, and are helping me go back to college, honestly you've given me enough." She looked at her son with such pride. "Just open it boy, trust me you'll want to keep it." Reluctantly he opened the box. "Sugoi! I can't believe it, you got me a Scouter Elite!!" If there was one thing that Marcus liked as much as fighting, it was technology. "Wow it's got the expanded memory, three hours of recording time, 10,000 kilometer range, and guaranteed never to explode, and it's my favorite color green!! How the heck did you afford it?" She just smiled. Don't worry about that just know that it's yours now." He hugged his kaasan again, thanking her a thousand times, he then turned to Brandon. "Here." He handed his old scouter with the blue lens to him, "I know you always wanted this, so here you go, stay out of trouble you chibi-devil." " Hai Niichan, I will." With that they went outside and flew off to the tournament. Little did Marcus know that his destiny would change so much that day.