Oi! This is just a little something i whipped up that some of you might want to read...
And, might i suggest, if you haven't read anything of the Dragon Ball NG that myself and Crono have written, you should probably read saga 1 first, just a thought. ~_^
Dragon Ball NG
Saga 2: Diamond
Prologue: Diamond
Brilliance. Searing light engulfing. A Shadow, unfathomable in size.
A booming voice, muffled as if by an unseen barrier. You agree with a brief nod. What is being said you have deemed worthy of your time and effort. You bow, sweeping into a graceful bow obediently to your ruler, your hand passing quickly before your eyes.
Humming, soft but there.
Pause. Something wasn't right with your hand.
Buzzing, the sound has intensified greatly.
Look down. Your hand was different. But hadn't it been like that for time itself? But then what did that mean?
Screeching. It was now almost painful.
Different yet the same. Look down to your hand. Vision distorting.
Shrieking! The sound!
***
An alarm. A hand that had been lying motionless before now moved slowly, feeling its way along the bed to the source of the noise.
Gripping it tightly, the hand shot out, moving the covers to reveal the face of a young man, pale and slick with sweat.
The alarm clock was unloosed, flung effortlessly against the wall. It crash against the solid mass of the divider of rooms with a loud cracking sound before falling to the ground, half exposed wires hanging out of it's side.
As it bounced on the floor, a light streamed from it. The gleaming thread of light struck the wall before expanding into the shape of a man.
Dark blue hair, clean shaven yet sunken cheeks, the man's image was dashed with an occasional line of static made from the damage of the device hitting the wall.
"Cord here. Report to His Lord General, your father, upon getting this message. Come appropriately attired and ready for another mission." Spoke the fuzzy image of the male before him, "And on a more personal note, good job dealing with the riots on Diamond Planet 11. I never expected a no-tail like yourself would do so well in the Diamond Army." He said, sneering slightly, "You're not bad for a tailless savage, Sturm. Not bad at all."
The beaten and tired youngster slowly pushed away his blankets, standing up slowly. His naked body shone with the clear sheen of perspiration on his body as he walked past his wide open window to his closet.
His fingers effortlessly punched in his locker combo, exposing his few personal items as well as what he was looking for.
Within moments he was fully attired in his dress uniform, the spitting image of his ancestors. His eyes shone dully. Pain-filled eyes. His hair was unruly and spiked, brown in color. His armor fit nice upon his body, its shoulder pads outstretched towards the walls, cape hanging from his shoulders.
Yes, he, indeed, was the spitting image of the decedents from which all on Planet Diamond came from. He, indeed, appeared to be a true Saiyan…
And, might i suggest, if you haven't read anything of the Dragon Ball NG that myself and Crono have written, you should probably read saga 1 first, just a thought. ~_^
Dragon Ball NG
Saga 2: Diamond
Prologue: Diamond
Brilliance. Searing light engulfing. A Shadow, unfathomable in size.
A booming voice, muffled as if by an unseen barrier. You agree with a brief nod. What is being said you have deemed worthy of your time and effort. You bow, sweeping into a graceful bow obediently to your ruler, your hand passing quickly before your eyes.
Humming, soft but there.
Pause. Something wasn't right with your hand.
Buzzing, the sound has intensified greatly.
Look down. Your hand was different. But hadn't it been like that for time itself? But then what did that mean?
Screeching. It was now almost painful.
Different yet the same. Look down to your hand. Vision distorting.
Shrieking! The sound!
***
An alarm. A hand that had been lying motionless before now moved slowly, feeling its way along the bed to the source of the noise.
Gripping it tightly, the hand shot out, moving the covers to reveal the face of a young man, pale and slick with sweat.
The alarm clock was unloosed, flung effortlessly against the wall. It crash against the solid mass of the divider of rooms with a loud cracking sound before falling to the ground, half exposed wires hanging out of it's side.
As it bounced on the floor, a light streamed from it. The gleaming thread of light struck the wall before expanding into the shape of a man.
Dark blue hair, clean shaven yet sunken cheeks, the man's image was dashed with an occasional line of static made from the damage of the device hitting the wall.
"Cord here. Report to His Lord General, your father, upon getting this message. Come appropriately attired and ready for another mission." Spoke the fuzzy image of the male before him, "And on a more personal note, good job dealing with the riots on Diamond Planet 11. I never expected a no-tail like yourself would do so well in the Diamond Army." He said, sneering slightly, "You're not bad for a tailless savage, Sturm. Not bad at all."
The beaten and tired youngster slowly pushed away his blankets, standing up slowly. His naked body shone with the clear sheen of perspiration on his body as he walked past his wide open window to his closet.
His fingers effortlessly punched in his locker combo, exposing his few personal items as well as what he was looking for.
Within moments he was fully attired in his dress uniform, the spitting image of his ancestors. His eyes shone dully. Pain-filled eyes. His hair was unruly and spiked, brown in color. His armor fit nice upon his body, its shoulder pads outstretched towards the walls, cape hanging from his shoulders.
Yes, he, indeed, was the spitting image of the decedents from which all on Planet Diamond came from. He, indeed, appeared to be a true Saiyan…
