A handsome woman in her mid-thirties and her ten-year-old son were walking back home after scavenging for berries. This part of the planet, whether by divine intervention or simply by pure chance, has not been touched by Cold's influences and still maintained it's virgin beauty, the same beauty when Goku last resided here. Both the mother and son were carrying basket full of berries and the son had a large fish slung over one shoulder. They were talking happily about their upcoming meal when the ground in front of them exploded.
When the dust had settled, the woman and her son laid their eyes on a strange creature that stood like a man but had pink skin and the head of a squid. When he spoke, the whiskers on his lips wriggled like worms.
"Well, what do we have here?" The pink squid of a man stepped a forward menacingly. "You know the King does not allow children to live. Overpopulation. You are in direct violation of the law."
The woman spoke, disguising none of her disgust from her otherwise beautiful voice, "Your laws, your king, not mine."
The man that was a squid glared at her for a second before darting forward to punch the child in the face, knocking him unconscious. "My laws and my king just became your problem, bitch."
He stepped forward to finish the job when the mother moved to block his way. "Don't touch my child, or I'll make you very sorry," she growled.
The squid man shook his head in disgust and swung his arm, knocking her aside. The woman tucked her head in and rolled as her right shoulder hit the ground and fluidly got to her feet. Taking no time to recover, she sprang forward like a cat, her fingers of her right and curled in like talons, slicing into the slimy skin on the side of the squid's head. The squid man fell back as the woman landed on her feet and sprang forward again, this time, her left leg shooting out and catching the opponent on the right side of his head and spilling him on to the green grass. Once more she landed and this time, swept out with her right leg and knocking the alien to his right. She completed her spin and shot forward again and went into a forward flip, arcing her right leg down and her heel into his stomach. Or would have, if the squid had not seemingly disappeared.
The woman looked around in confusion when stars exploded in front of her eyes and she felt like a hammer had slammed into the right side of her head. She rolled several yards before recovering and getting to her feet.
"You'll pay for that, you bitch." The squid man growled as he wiped at the three cuts her nails had made on his face. His hand came away smeared with yellowish pus.
"Bring it on," she hissed quietly.
And he did. He brought it with such ferocity that the woman had no chance to react. The alien led with his knee, driving it deep into her stomach. He followed it with a vicious right hook that caught the woman's jaw, shattering it, and sending her spinning to the ground. He stepped toward and picked her up with his right hand, clutching her throat.
"I'll make you sorry," he growled. In response, the mother spat out a mixture of saliva and blood that landed on his face. The alien exploded in anger and slammed her into the ground repeatedly then hurled her against a tree where she collided and slid to the ground lifelessly. A sigh escaped her lips as her head rolled forward as if it weren't attached by bone and muscle at all.
The alien soldier stalked over to where the child lay unconscious and picked him up by the back of the neck. Still holding him, he walked over to where the woman lay and stood over her and screamed.
"Open your eyes, you filthy whore," he growled. He gripped the boy's head as if to twist it and snap his neck off. "Watch as I pulverize every bone in his neck and listen to him scream. And know that you have failed."
The muscles in the alien soldier's arms bunched, but before he could twist the boy's head, stars exploded in front of his eyes.
"What the..." The aquatic alien did not get a chance to finish as an uppercut driving into his stomach forced all the air out of his lungs. He gasped and waited for his breath to return. When he finally looked up, he saw a young man of purple hair, perhaps 20 years old, standing over him. He had on loose fitting pants and boots. He wore a black tank top underneath a jean-jacket. A black strapped across his chest led to a sword in its case slung over the young man's back.
"You..." the soldier growled before the mysterious young man kicked him viciously in the side of his head.
When the purple-haired man with a sword spoke again, it was like the quiet sea after a storm. "You, who would have broken a helpless child's neck, who nearly killed a defenseless woman, will now know the pain you were about to inflict on others." After a moment's hesitation, the mysterious defender picked the alien up and ferociously hurled him into a nearby tree. Without waiting any longer, he opened his hand and faced his palm outwards toward the broken soldier and fired a ki-blast, an energy blast, at him, incinerating the body and the tree behind it. Then the young man walked over to the fallen woman.
"Shhh. you're okay now," he spoke to her softly.
The beautiful woman opened her eyes. "W... who are you?"
The man calmly answered, "My name is Hope. I'm a friend."
The purple haired young man was standing in a darkened room in the barracks. At first glance, he may have looked like he was just surveying the landscape, standing with his feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped at the small of his back. But he was not looking outside the window that he faced. In fact, he was not looking at anything at all.
So, what was so important, Kami, that you rushed me so, to that secluded part of the forest? he asked silently. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he waited patiently for an answer.
Because, Hope, he may be the one that can save us all. He may be the One.
He may be the One, or he is the One?
There was a moment of silence. Hope thought that it might have been a moment of hesitation.
He is the One. I'm sure of it.
Hope sighed. So, what do you want me to do now, Kami?
You must take him to see Mutenroshi.
Hope raised an eyebrow. He may be the savior of the human race and the one person you could think of to train him was Master Roshi?
Remember that Roshi was the one who trained Goku, earlier in his life, and he didn't turn out too bad.
"That's an understatement," Hope mumbled. He had read about Son Goku, the greatest warrior that ever lived, and the greatest hero of all time as well. He turned his attention back to the guardian of the Earth. Well, I'll do as you say, Kami, but I hope you're right about this.
Oh, I am, dear boy. I am. The voice echoed quietly in Hope's head.
The young boy who had been knocked unconscious finally came awake. When he looked around, he saw that he was in a dimly lit room; no windows, only a sterile white bed that he was sitting and a giant metal door. The walls were somber gray, and the rust stains in the corners and the occasional cracks gave the room a sense that it was less a room than some sort of storage space. There was, however, one more thing that was noticeably missing. Mom?
The young child thought hard. The last he had seen her was when that purple alien showed up. Whoever that was, his mother didn't seem too happy to have met him. As a matter of fact, the freak didn't seem too happy either. Which reminded him of the dull ache in his jaw. Whatever that thing was, it packed a hell of a punch, and it had knocked the boy out cold. So, where's my mom?
A hiss at the door snapped the boy out of his reverie. He turned his attention to the metal door that caught his notice. Through it stepped in a young man, solidly built, dressed in a black tank top, jean jacket, and loose fitting pants. Slung across his back was a sword that the boy decided was certainly dangerous. Whoever he is, he is comfortable with that sword and knows how to use it like a magician knows his wand. He has no doubt. But where is my mother?
When the young man spoke, his voice was like cool granite but also inviting enough that the boy felt an instant liking to the man.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine," the boy replied quietly.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself," the young man in the jean jacket said, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes, "my name is Hope."
"Where is my mom?"
Hope didn't seem to have heard him. Instead, he continued in the same quiet tone. "What's your name?"
"My name is Kail."
The purple-haired boy took in a deep breath let it out in a drawn out sigh before he began again.
"Now, about your mother…"