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a/n: Hi people, I'm Dramondestroyer1, I'm a new writer here at the site and my favorite animes are Digimon (that goes without saying), DBZ, Gundam Wing, and Zoids; so you might see me write some stories for those as well. I was checking through the DBZ section and I noticed that there weren't any stories about the first Super Saiyan. Most of the characters that are in this story are based off friends of mine and myself. The story is based 3000 years before Dragon Ball Z so that's done. Now I give you my first story.
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3000 years ago the first Super Saiyan appeared. None could challenge his awesome power. Sadly, in the end it was his own rage that caused his destruction. Over the years, the story of how he had actually achieved the level of Super Saiyan had been lost. Now you shall learn the origin of the first Super Saiyan, Tarlin.
Three Millennia AgoThe Tournament of Power had reached its finals. The fighters were Tarlin and the previous champion, Artock. Tarlin was of a medium build, a little over six feet in height, and had blonde hair with blue eyes. Artock on the other hand was, in a word, huge. He stood at around seven feet, he was around three times Tarlin's size, and, like most saiyans, had brown hair with black eyes.
"These are the two greatest fighters in this tournament. Unfortunately, only one of them can win," said King Vegeta. "Once the winner has been decided, I shall announce the prize at the ceremony. With that said let the tournament finals begin."
The fight started almost immediately after that. Neither fighter had any real advantage over the other. While Artock had the obvious size advantage and could take more blows, Tarlin more than made up for it with his speed and agility. At times, the crowd thought that the match would end in a draw.
At first Artock just took every attack that Tarlin threw at him. Unfortunately, Tarlin made an error in judgment and got to close to Artock. As soon as Tarlin was in Artock's tremendous reach, he was grabbed and flung into the stadium wall. The crowd was in awe as they waited for the dust to lift. Just two more minutes and I'll attack, thought Tarlin, and by then, he'll be confident that I'm either out cold or dead.
As Artock began to walk off, believing that he had won, Tarlin flew out of the dust cloud and fired thousands of energy balls at his dumbfounded opponent. Ball after ball flew past Artock, not even one attack making contact. "Nice light show kid, but that's not gonna make me stop," said Artock. "Look around you, after you see what's in store; you just might want to reconsider," exclaimed Tarlin, who had a large smirk on his face.
Though Artock found the statement rather strange, he decided to humor the boy. But, as he looked around the smile was completely wiped from his face. Every attack that he thought he had dodged was floating around him, poised to strike at any moment.
Knowing that there was no real chance of escape, Artock flew at Tarlin. In the last second Artock swerved up and diverted half of the attack at Tarlin, causing both fighters serious damage. Each fighter was exhausted, only able to perform the simplest of techniques. They both knew that their only chance was to grab the other's tail and force him into submission.
Artock was the first to strike. Luckily, Tarlin still had his speed advantage so he could dodge most of Artock's attacks. There was absolutely no way that Tarlin could get to the tail while Artock was on the attack. After five more minutes of dodging attacks, a glare gave Tarlin his answer.
When Tarlin got an opening, he kicked Artock and flew as far away as possible. In a fit of rage, Artock flew at Tarlin, unaware of his plan. As Artock approached it seemed that Tarlin was getting closer and closer to the sun. When Artock was about ten feet away, Tarlin decided that it was time to try a new technique. His hands moved to his face as he spread his fingers, closed his eyes, and yelled, "Solar Flare."
A blinding light poured forth and stopped Artock in his tracks. Taking the opportunity, Tarlin swooped down and triumphantly grabbed Artock's tail. To everyone's surprise, this didn't affect Artock at all and Tarlin was shot to the ground by some unknown force. A gasp went through the crowd as the source of the blow was revealed in the form of a second tail. As he floated there, whispers of a "banished one" echoed in the stadium.
An enraged King Vegeta stood and yelled to everyone, "You are of the banished ones. It was declared long that your kind is not welcome near any of our cities. You are hereby disqualified from this tournament and I declare the challenger, Tarlin, the undisputed champion of the saiyan race."
That was the final straw for Artock. With that, it almost seemed like you could see his mind snap. "You can't do this to me, I am the greatest fighter ever," said Artock. But, no one seemed to care and they began to throw anything that they could find at the two-tailed saiyan.
"Artock, I respect your abilities as a fighter, but you knew of the consequences that your actions could create," said Tarlin. "If it's any help, if it were up to me, I would let this fight meet a true end. But, we both know that no one would allow it."
But, Artock was too enraged to care about what Tarlin had to say. All that he cared about was the fact that he had been defeated. "I will kill you and everyone of your damned single-tailed people. My people will kill every last one of you, but you, Tarlin, and you, the mighty King Vegeta; I will make sure that it is I who rips the hearts from you, your friends', and your families' still living bodies," exclaimed the former champion. "But don't worry, I'll make sure that all of your deaths are as slow as possible."
After that, he flew off into the distance, leaving the crowd behind him. As Artock put distance between himself and the stadium, it seemed as if the sky was almost immediately changing to night. Everyone looked out to the moon and all but Tarlin smiled, knowing that in just two weeks the moon would be full and then no force could stop their unprecedented might. All but Tarlin were sure that not even the feared banished ones could defeat their true, oozaru, forms. "Don't worry young champion. That freak is worthless," said the saiyan king. "Tell that to his uppercut," remarked Tarlin.
As they walked to the ceremony hall, the people crowded around cheering for their newfound champion. Tarlin was now suited up in ceremonial armor; which, like all saiyan armor, could fit any size. But the decorative style just didn't appeal to Tarlin. Usually, he'd only wear armor in battle; otherwise, he didn't really care what he was wearing. Even now, he was completely amazed that he had not only defeated the champion, but a banished one, after all he was only eighteen years old. Before he was a low level warrior but now that he had won the tournament, he and his entire family were now considered elites.
Tarlin was usually a shy and private person; he didn't make many friends, and while it didn't show often, he was easily embarrassed and despised jokes being made at his expense. Most of the time, Tarlin wasn't easily angered, but when he did get angry, he made gale force winds look like light breezes.
The king was giving a speech, but Tarlin wasn't really paying attention. He couldn't get what Artock said out of his mind, "I will kill every last one of your damned single-tailed race."
Suddenly, someone tapped on his shoulder and startled Tarlin. It was his older brother, Tomack. Tomack looked a bit like Tarlin, except for the scar on his right eye. He was about three inches shorter than Tarlin and had a slightly larger build than him. Personality wise, Tomack was Tarlin's opposite.
"So, do you know what this mystery prize everyone's been talking about is," said Tomack, "I mean you are the champ now after all."
"Well bro, if I knew what it was then it wouldn't be much of a mystery, now would it," said Tarlin. "Yeah, yeah, very funny little brother." With that, Tomack punched Tarlin in the arm.
After twenty more minutes the king finally decided to start wrapping things up. Everyone stood in anticipation as the king prepared to announce Tarlin's "prize." Whispers want around the room about what Tarlin might get, not even one guess was even close. "Today, I said that the champion would receive a prize that would not be revealed until this celebration. I now give Tarlin my daughter, Princess Frius', hand in marriage. The wedding shall be held a week before the coming full moon."
This was a huge shock; not only had a banished one worked his way into the tournament twice, but their only princess was to be wed. The most common thought among them was that neither of them actually knew each other. This was anything but the truth; both of them had known each other since childhood. Not even the king had known of this. It was a secret known only to Tarlin's closest friends and family.
As the doors flew open, the crowd fell silent; Tarlin looked up to see Frius walking in. She was wearing a necklace with the royal symbol on it and the same kind of ceremonial armor as Tarlin; the only difference was that her armor didn't have any shoulder guards. She was everything that a saiyan could hope for; strong, fast, beautiful, and deadly. She had long black hair, a lightly built body, and brown eyes. Frius was extremely playful, having been raised with a strict royal fashion, and was always getting Tarlin and his friends in trouble. Every one of his friends knew that they were meant to be, always making cracks about what a cute couple they made, and it seemed that they were right.
As the ceremony ended Tarlin noticed his four best friends; Bryis, Damix, Shanok, and Lucan. Each one had their own personality quirk that fell into place to make the group fit. Of course, Tarlin had to stay with Frius as long as possible because, according to traditions, they couldn't see each other until the day of the wedding; like that was going to stop Frius. Tarlin decided that he would use that tie to train with his friends. That was what he'd usually do, but now he had to really work at it. Of course, once the wounds from the tournament healed he would get a huge boost in strength, but he felt that not even the light of the full moon might help him defeat the banished ones; the feared two-tailed saiyans.
a/n: So tell me what you think. I'm going to continue the story no matter what but reviews will motivate me to write faster. Give me any suggestions to help the story. In the next chapter I'm going to give more information on the two-tailed saiyans, but don't worry I'm going to leave plenty of surprises for you guys/girls. So until next time, this is Dramondestroyer1