I do not own DBZ, nor am I affiliated with them in any way. I simply find them cool. This fanfiction is different than most fanfiction...thingies. This story is inspired by DBZ (not about it), and the song "Hero", by Chad Kroger and Josey Scott. (Both of whom are really great artists.) Ahem! This story takes place in a world much like our own. Only more....futurey. Okay, so it's alot different. Humans live on many, many different planets spread all throughout the stars, with many other space beings. However, in one dark corner of the universe, (which is ironic, since most of outer space is black) an empire has slowly emerged. Led by a man named Xeron, this empire has begun to take control of planets, increasing its territory. This isn't exactly war, though. Most of the control takes place in political forums, under the guise of peace and other such peaceful stuff. The few areas of resistence, those who see through the evil plot, are taken care of by the empire's elite army. This army, composed of volunteer recruits, are all incredible powerful and gifted in the arts of fighting. They are, of course, compensated accordingly. This story revolves around one such recruit. One of both phenominal power and a strange, sorrowful destiny.

"This is the story of a hero. One who didn't even know he was. But, I guess that's how heroes are. They become them when they have to. This is the story of how one young man learned that heroes aren't born....they're made."

Sitting alone in the corner, the young man finished putting on his spacesuit. After fixing his helmet on, he stretched out a bit, trying to clear his mind.

"Hey, you're the one, aren't you? You're Kly!"

Kly looked up. One of the younger recruits was standing beside his seat. "Yeah. Why?"

"Wow. So you're the one whose going to become an officer, huh? You'll be one of the youngest, right?" Kly nodded. "Awesome! I can't wait to take my test."

"Why? Why would anyone want anything to do with this empire?"

"Huh? You're confusing me. I thought you were going to become an officer."

"Yeah, I am." Kly tried to turn away.

"So, why are you, if you hate it here so much?"

"Money."

"What kind of reason is that?"

"Reach me my stuff a sec, would ya'?" The recruit did as he was told. Kly reached into the bag, and took out a photo. "This is my family. That's my mom and dad, and my little sister." Kly pointed as he spoke. His father had brown hair with red streaks and dark, green eyes, just like Kly. His mother had brown hair, and his sister red. The girls both had hazel eyes. "A few years ago, my dad died from a horrible bone disease."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"He was an amazing fighter. I learned everything I know from him. I hated to see him go. Of course, things started to get rough for my family. Without dad, we had little money. Mom and I took jobs, but that wasn't enough. Soon, old debts began to catch up with us, and we were in big time trouble. That's when I got the idea to join the army. I'e been sending most of my money home to help them. That's why I want to be an officer. They get paid twice as much. Soon, I'll be able to pay off our debts, and I can quit and go home to them."

".....That's some story."

"Recruit Kly! Report to the bridge immediately for the final phase of your officer's exam!" Blared the loudspeaker.

"Gotta go."

"Good luck!"

Kly entered the ship's control room and saluted the superiors. They looked over his suit, making sure he could go out into space. After giving him the okay, he approached the captain's chair to receive his orders.

"Kly, congratulations on making it this far. We have a surprise for your finnal exam."

"Surprise?"

"Yes. May I present, Commander Xeron!" Kly turned to see the empire's head enter through a set of double doors. He dropped to one knee and bowed.

"Rise." Kly stood. "So you're Kly? I've heard alot about you. They say you're one of the strongest recruits we've ever had."

"Thank you." Kly was examining Xeron's face. Though he was the head of the empire, Kly had never met him before. Xeron's sharply cut goatee and long, black hair seemed like something out of a strange dream, since Kly had only seen them on posters and on TV. His bright, purple eyes pierced into him. Xeron stood very tall, with a true warrior's build. His broad shoulders were accompanied by a flowing, black and red cape (the red very light, much like his skin).

"Shall we proceed to the docking bay?" Kly followed closely behind Xeron.

"So, what exactly is my final test?"

"We are currently over a small planet called Glekia. The people there have been organizing and rebelling against us. Several of our men have even killed. We fear that a war could break out, and we can't allow that to happen."

"They deserved to die." Kly thought to himself. "Oh yeah, war would be afwul. People might actually realize your empire is nothing but a bunch power-hungry lowlifes."

"In order to maintain peace, we must destroy them. For the safety of all in the empire."

"Of course." Kly lied.

"This will be your final test. Destroy the planet Glekia, and you will be an officer." Xeron stopped at the door. "I wish you luck."

"Thanks." Kly stepped through the door, hearing it slam shut behind him. The air was quickly drained from the room, and the outer door opened. Kly gentley floated out into the grand emptiness of space. He drifted out, away from the ship.

"Kly," someone said through his earpiece, "Glekia is straight ahead."

"Roger." Kly shot forward, flying steadily. He stopped a few mintues later, then peered down at the planet which was unaware of it's impending devestation. He savered the scenery a moment, admiring the calm waters and serene clouds. "Alright," he thought, "better give those creeps a show. Sorry you guys, gotta do what I gotta do." Kly put his hands together and gathered up his energy. An aura began to surround him, as a bright ball of light formed in his hands. The ball grew larger, as Kly prepared for his attack. "Ahhh.....Kamehameha!!!" Kly fired an immense beam of energy towards the planet. Xeron and the others watched on as the blast dove into the planet, releasing an enormous explosion.

"Way to go, Kly!"

"Congrats, Kly."

"A 24-year old officer. Who would'a guessed?" Kly smiled as he strolled down the hall of the base. Glancing at the officer's ensignia on his collar, he could almost take pride in what he had done. As he approached the mail desk, the official turned around to greet him.

"Hey, Kly, great job today. You're the talk of the whole base."

"Yeah, I've noticed. Any mail for me?"

"Uh-huh. You got a letter from your Mom in today." The man handed it to him. Kly turned to go to his quarters. He tore the letter open and began to read as he walked.

"Dear Kly,

"You're sister and I miss you so much. We cannot wait to see you again, honey. You're letters have been the only thing to keep us going.

But, something wonderful has happened. Your distant uncle has left us an inheritence! Since we were his next of kin, we received his entire fortune! Kly, we were able to pay off all the debts. You don't have to fight for that horrible empire anymore. But please, don't come home right away. We're coming to see you. It'll take us a few days, so please be patient. By the time you get this letter, we'll have already made our major stopover. We have to make a stop on a small planet called Glekia." Kly froze. "We'll be staying there a few days. You can probably contact us there. See you soon.

With all of my love,

Mom"

Kly stood still as many others brushed past him. His mouth hung open and he couldn't move. Not even blinking, Kly thought about what he had done.

"No. This can't be happening. IT CAN'T BE!!!!!" Kly screamed as he turned and ran. Not looking ahead, not caring who he pushed out of his way, and with tears in his eyes, Kly bolted for the exit. "NO!!!!!" He tripped and fell to the ground. Everyone around stopped and stared as he sat on his knees, his arms wrapped around his head, weeping into his lap. "No. No."