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Italic words = thoughts
*** *** = Flashback
^-^-^-^-^ = transitions
" " = people talking .^
CHAPTER I
He loved to fight. It was his passion, his driving point, the reason he lives. He never once questioned as to why. But considering he never knew where all his power came from, he thought it was just a normal. Or maybe he was just blessed with it. He was different, with so much power and determination at such a young age. He just wanted to help those who needed it, not thinking much about using that power for evil. People loved him and loathe him. But to him, he just wanted to make a little difference for those who can't.
Nothing was out of the ordinary, well, besides the point of green gods, dragons who grant wishes, and a master who's 150+ years old. Nope, nothing was out of the ordinary at all. However, he was different in a lot of ways besides his power and attitude. He had a tail, wild hair and every time he fought, he gained greater strength. Not entirely normal compared to the ninjins he lives and fights with on the planet.
He never dreamt that he was someone out of this world. An alien. But that is, until he met him.
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"Bejita-sama. You wished to see me sire?" The bulky man bowed gracefully.
"Hai, indeed. You are to go to Planet 4177A, Earth as the ninjins call it. You are to purge it and find the Saiyajin Kakarotto. I believe he never completed his task; therefore, he shall still be alive somewhere among the planet. Bring him. Is that clear?"
The bulky man bowed once again, turned, and walked out silently. Not questioning his Prince once. He headed towards the space pods and left to fulfill his mission.
^-^-^-^-^
Silence was all around him, making him deaf. Using alter senses he hunted out his prey skillfully with stealth.
The man was panting, shivering from the cold and fright. There was something wrong. Never had he heard silence so deafening as it was at the moment. Then suddenly, something grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth before he could utter a sound.
All around the area, nothing was heard, other than a muffled scream of pain.
CHAPTER I
He loved to fight. It was his passion, his driving point, the reason he lives. He never once questioned as to why. But considering he never knew where all his power came from, he thought it was just a normal. Or maybe he was just blessed with it. He was different, with so much power and determination at such a young age. He just wanted to help those who needed it, not thinking much about using that power for evil. People loved him and loathe him. But to him, he just wanted to make a little difference for those who can't.
Nothing was out of the ordinary, well, besides the point of green gods, dragons who grant wishes, and a master who's 150+ years old. Nope, nothing was out of the ordinary at all. However, he was different in a lot of ways besides his power and attitude. He had a tail, wild hair and every time he fought, he gained greater strength. Not entirely normal compared to the ninjins he lives and fights with on the planet.
He never dreamt that he was someone out of this world. An alien. But that is, until he met him.
^-^-^-^-^
"Bejita-sama. You wished to see me sire?" The bulky man bowed gracefully.
"Hai, indeed. You are to go to Planet 4177A, Earth as the ninjins call it. You are to purge it and find the Saiyajin Kakarotto. I believe he never completed his task; therefore, he shall still be alive somewhere among the planet. Bring him. Is that clear?"
The bulky man bowed once again, turned, and walked out silently. Not questioning his Prince once. He headed towards the space pods and left to fulfill his mission.
^-^-^-^-^
Silence was all around him, making him deaf. Using alter senses he hunted out his prey skillfully with stealth.
The man was panting, shivering from the cold and fright. There was something wrong. Never had he heard silence so deafening as it was at the moment. Then suddenly, something grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth before he could utter a sound.
All around the area, nothing was heard, other than a muffled scream of pain.
