DISCLAIMER: OH MY GOD I SO WISH I HAD AKIRA TORYAMA'S TALENT TO CREATE A
MASTERPIECE LIKE DBZ! However, i am simply a lowly american writer who
wants to... erm... expound on his work. Many characters and DRAGONBALL Z
from which they were taken are his and Funimation's copyrights.
Note: I wrote this in 7th grade, so I may rewrite it using my more mature writing style, but if you review (and please review) notify me as to wether or not i should redo it. Just take this for what it is, and dont obsess on any discretions with DBZ. Please excuse the short chapters.
Genesis
A Chapter Story by The Weasel
Chapter 2: Prelude to Revenge
High above the earth, someone was watching Edmund, and had been for 7 years.
"He might be our big break." Said a deep voice.
"I agree, his ki is already extraordinary, at about 50,000." Said a female voice.
The voices were Khalai, a highly powerful psychic race from the western galaxy. They wander the universe looking for subjects to make into the ultimate psychic warrior. They believe they might have finally found one who would succeed where all else failed.
"I'm not so sure," said yet another, "he can't control his ki though. He only uses 20 of that tremendous power. Perhaps we should wait until he's older. Besides, there are even greater ki's out there, some are over 300 million. Perhaps they would be better subjects…"
"No," said the first voice, "the others will not be successful in psychic training. You know about neuropyrites don't you?"
"What Khalai doesn't?" said the female voice.
"They are small amino acids in neurons that if sequenced properly can transfer tremendous amounts of energy out of the body and brain, and also heighten the immune and nervous systems." Said the third voice.
"Right. This boy's neuropyrites are better sequenced than any alien individual we've encountered so far." Said the first.
"Alright, I believe it, but that just means that his brain won't explode from the energy we'll pulse through it like the last candidates. The inability to control it may lead to severe damage to emotional regions of his brain and render him psychotic or comatose."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, if that happens, those with the higher ki s will keep him in check until those regions grow back. The experiment commences tomorrow on a vote of 2 to1."
Chapter 3: Tragedy!
Edmund got home to find his parents gone. He searched the house, the neighborhood, the supermarket, everywhere. He couldn't find them anywhere. When he arrived home he half expected them to be there. Instead all he got was a message that said: "Hi, Edmund it's your father speaking. We wanted you to know that we were working overtime this evening, because of the fireworks demand for the next holiday celebration. Basically, you have the whole night to yourself so make dinner, do your homework, and please get some rest. Thanks. Goodbye!" Edmund walked into the kitchen and began to make himself some instant soup. Just another evening home alone. Thought Edmund.
He found some hamburger meat, cooked it up, and fried some potatoes. He sat down to eat his soup, hamburger, French fry meal, and flipped on the TV.
Channel 13: "Your antique can opener is worth about…"
Channel 10: "But Johnny, don't you love me?"
Channel 8: "Now you can lease the Capsulecorp Traveler for just…"
Channel 7: "Next on 90 minutes…"
Channel 5: "Go! Dipsomanion!"
What was on Channel 4 made Edmund drop his soup and shatter the bowl on the floor.
"And now some breaking news, a large explosion was reported at the 'Burstco' fireworks factory, triggering a five-alarm fire with a nine block radius, destroying everything in the factory, killing every worker in the building, and injuring 50 from other buildings. The death toll is about 150 people…" at this, Edmund phased out completely. That was where his parents worked!! Almost mechanically, he got up, turned the TV off, locked the door, and walked out. He would never return.
Note: I wrote this in 7th grade, so I may rewrite it using my more mature writing style, but if you review (and please review) notify me as to wether or not i should redo it. Just take this for what it is, and dont obsess on any discretions with DBZ. Please excuse the short chapters.
Genesis
A Chapter Story by The Weasel
Chapter 2: Prelude to Revenge
High above the earth, someone was watching Edmund, and had been for 7 years.
"He might be our big break." Said a deep voice.
"I agree, his ki is already extraordinary, at about 50,000." Said a female voice.
The voices were Khalai, a highly powerful psychic race from the western galaxy. They wander the universe looking for subjects to make into the ultimate psychic warrior. They believe they might have finally found one who would succeed where all else failed.
"I'm not so sure," said yet another, "he can't control his ki though. He only uses 20 of that tremendous power. Perhaps we should wait until he's older. Besides, there are even greater ki's out there, some are over 300 million. Perhaps they would be better subjects…"
"No," said the first voice, "the others will not be successful in psychic training. You know about neuropyrites don't you?"
"What Khalai doesn't?" said the female voice.
"They are small amino acids in neurons that if sequenced properly can transfer tremendous amounts of energy out of the body and brain, and also heighten the immune and nervous systems." Said the third voice.
"Right. This boy's neuropyrites are better sequenced than any alien individual we've encountered so far." Said the first.
"Alright, I believe it, but that just means that his brain won't explode from the energy we'll pulse through it like the last candidates. The inability to control it may lead to severe damage to emotional regions of his brain and render him psychotic or comatose."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, if that happens, those with the higher ki s will keep him in check until those regions grow back. The experiment commences tomorrow on a vote of 2 to1."
Chapter 3: Tragedy!
Edmund got home to find his parents gone. He searched the house, the neighborhood, the supermarket, everywhere. He couldn't find them anywhere. When he arrived home he half expected them to be there. Instead all he got was a message that said: "Hi, Edmund it's your father speaking. We wanted you to know that we were working overtime this evening, because of the fireworks demand for the next holiday celebration. Basically, you have the whole night to yourself so make dinner, do your homework, and please get some rest. Thanks. Goodbye!" Edmund walked into the kitchen and began to make himself some instant soup. Just another evening home alone. Thought Edmund.
He found some hamburger meat, cooked it up, and fried some potatoes. He sat down to eat his soup, hamburger, French fry meal, and flipped on the TV.
Channel 13: "Your antique can opener is worth about…"
Channel 10: "But Johnny, don't you love me?"
Channel 8: "Now you can lease the Capsulecorp Traveler for just…"
Channel 7: "Next on 90 minutes…"
Channel 5: "Go! Dipsomanion!"
What was on Channel 4 made Edmund drop his soup and shatter the bowl on the floor.
"And now some breaking news, a large explosion was reported at the 'Burstco' fireworks factory, triggering a five-alarm fire with a nine block radius, destroying everything in the factory, killing every worker in the building, and injuring 50 from other buildings. The death toll is about 150 people…" at this, Edmund phased out completely. That was where his parents worked!! Almost mechanically, he got up, turned the TV off, locked the door, and walked out. He would never return.