Chapter 1: Only Dreaming
A tall teenage boy, with long black hair that stuck out in every direction, sat on a bench in the park. He didn't know why he was there, he didn't remember coming, nor did he know why he would be there in the first place. In the scenery, children played and laughed. The young man didn't care much for children, usually they annoyed him, yet their play sounded soothing to him. That bothered him. He thought it was pure idiocy that it should, and thought himself a fool for even admitting it to himself. He stared down at his clothing. Same as usual. Black leather jacket, ripped up Levi pants, and dirty black boots. Same as usual. Nothing about his appearance had changed, yet he felt different. Everything seemed hazy, and he could swear that he was hallucinating. Maybe he had come down with a fever. But that didn't seem to be the answer. Something caught his eye, so he turned his head to see what it was. It was a bright flash. The children, mothers, and all others in the small vicinity noticed too, and looks of horror swept across their faces. In what seemed like milliseconds, they were all engulfed in the bright light, and seemed to turn to dust right before the young man. Nearby, he thought he heard the soothing last words of a mother to her child. "It's alright... Everything is all right." The man's eyes widened in utter horror. He heard the child stifle a moan, before saying something. What it was, he was not quite sure of, but he was positive he heard the child scream in almost agony, before the two shattered to dust. The young man was all that was left. He did not disintegrate, seemingly unaffected by the bright light. It all ended, and all was left was darkness. A shudder ran through the young man's back, and he felt a sense of familiarity about this place. He had been here before. "So, is this what you want, boy?" came hard, yet not necessarily deep voice. "Well, it's your responsibility. Face up to it, and don't despair. I'll be with you." Him again. The words echoed in the young man's mind. I've heard his voice before. Seen his face before...But I don't remember... The image appeared in front of his face, as it had always had. Like it always had? The man with the long black hair, hanging down to his back. His dark eyes were outlined with red, and some sort of coat of purple fur hung around his body, just above his odd yellow, baggy, pants. He seems so familiar. Who is he? The man then did something that he had never done before. In any of the dreams. He pulled out a strange, yellow-orange, orb with four stars on the top. It seemed familiar, almost like a part of himself. Why had it felt that way? It was almost as if he was linked with the orb. "Take your responsibility, Dragon Child." The strange man spoke, as a large glow erupted from the orb and engulfed everything...
Tarann woke up with a start, cold sweat dripping down his face. It was still dark out, with no sign of sun rise. Tarann jerked back into the bed tiredly. He wouldn't sleep tonight, and he knew it. "Damn it" was all he said as he began to stare at the wall. Dragon... child? I must have been training too hard. Just a bunch of crap, nothing that makes sense. But what exactly was that orb? It seemed so familiar to him... Tarann thought back to the old stories of Grandpa Vegeta, and the other older saiyans. Dragon Ball? A Dragon Ball? But they're gone, and have been for years even before he was born. It didn't make sense. And then again, that man seemed to be familiar in the same way that the orb seemed familiar. Damn. I must be really messed up, or something. I'm starting to spend too much time thinking of dreams. Waste of time, is all it is. He thought to himself.
Bra walked through the halls of Capsule Corp headquarters. It was breakfast time, and she was hungry. She came down to the large kitchen (Large mainly because of the four male saiyans living in the vicinity.), she opened the fridge (also very large), and not to her surprise she found it empty. That's what I get for sleeping in late, she thought. She may have been hungry, but she forced it out of her mind for the moment being. Bra wanted to see her kids, and say good morning. She always sought them out after breakfast, just to see them. Bra walked through the halls of her home, and came to the main living room. Jarin, her second son, was sitting on the couch watching the TV. Only several years younger then Tarann, but might as well have been as old. He wasn't as big as Tarann, or as strong, but he looked older then what he really was. Thirteen years old, but almost six feet tall, his looks were deceiving. His dark purple hair was slightly longer then his uncle Trunks's, but whenever people looked at him they knew that the two were relatives. "What's up, mom? Good morning." He said, in a somewhat light voice, yet deeper then a child's. "Good mourning, I'm fine. I didn't sleep very well though... So, is Tarann already at his training again?" Bra said, waiting for a reply. "Well, he wasn't in there when I passed by... Maybe he's in there now." Jarin hesitated before speaking again. "Oh, and Terra told me to tell you that she went with some friends to the mall..." There was little wonder as to the source of the hesitation. Terra was only twelve years old, yet she pretended like she was sixteen. Always back- talking, always dressing skimpy, bragging about her "boyfriend", and other such things were her specialty. "God damn-it." Bra muttered under her breath. "Well, come with me to find your brother. I want to see him."
There was a knock at Taranns door. He had been asleep for the past while, and had not stirred. He was usually up at this time, training with Vegeta, but he hadn't slept well that night. That damned dream again. He scowled at his own thoughts, and turned in his bed. Another knock rattled his door, but this time he forced himself to stand, and answer it. It was probably Vegeta, coming to yell at him for being late... He opened the door, and too his surprise it was his mother. Bra stood there and besides her was Taranns younger brother, Jarin. "Well, I thought you'd be training this morning with your grandfather. What are you doing still sleeping?" She asked with a smirk. "Didn't sleep well," was all he said. "That dream again? The one you keep to yourself, the one you wont share with the rest of us?" Bra said teasingly. "Get off my case" Tarann said in response, and began to close the door. "Hold it! I'm trying to say good morning!" "Oh... good morning then..." He spit, as he shut his door. Damn it. I need to get to the gravity chamber, he thought to himself.
Vegeta waited in the gravity chamber for Tarann. He was late, but Vegeta didn't care. He would just work the boy harder to catch up with lost time, that's all.
Vegeta would always think about the boy, Tarann, whenever he was late. How he had come to be, how he was getting stronger every day, and at how powerful he would become.
A tall teenage boy, with long black hair that stuck out in every direction, sat on a bench in the park. He didn't know why he was there, he didn't remember coming, nor did he know why he would be there in the first place. In the scenery, children played and laughed. The young man didn't care much for children, usually they annoyed him, yet their play sounded soothing to him. That bothered him. He thought it was pure idiocy that it should, and thought himself a fool for even admitting it to himself. He stared down at his clothing. Same as usual. Black leather jacket, ripped up Levi pants, and dirty black boots. Same as usual. Nothing about his appearance had changed, yet he felt different. Everything seemed hazy, and he could swear that he was hallucinating. Maybe he had come down with a fever. But that didn't seem to be the answer. Something caught his eye, so he turned his head to see what it was. It was a bright flash. The children, mothers, and all others in the small vicinity noticed too, and looks of horror swept across their faces. In what seemed like milliseconds, they were all engulfed in the bright light, and seemed to turn to dust right before the young man. Nearby, he thought he heard the soothing last words of a mother to her child. "It's alright... Everything is all right." The man's eyes widened in utter horror. He heard the child stifle a moan, before saying something. What it was, he was not quite sure of, but he was positive he heard the child scream in almost agony, before the two shattered to dust. The young man was all that was left. He did not disintegrate, seemingly unaffected by the bright light. It all ended, and all was left was darkness. A shudder ran through the young man's back, and he felt a sense of familiarity about this place. He had been here before. "So, is this what you want, boy?" came hard, yet not necessarily deep voice. "Well, it's your responsibility. Face up to it, and don't despair. I'll be with you." Him again. The words echoed in the young man's mind. I've heard his voice before. Seen his face before...But I don't remember... The image appeared in front of his face, as it had always had. Like it always had? The man with the long black hair, hanging down to his back. His dark eyes were outlined with red, and some sort of coat of purple fur hung around his body, just above his odd yellow, baggy, pants. He seems so familiar. Who is he? The man then did something that he had never done before. In any of the dreams. He pulled out a strange, yellow-orange, orb with four stars on the top. It seemed familiar, almost like a part of himself. Why had it felt that way? It was almost as if he was linked with the orb. "Take your responsibility, Dragon Child." The strange man spoke, as a large glow erupted from the orb and engulfed everything...
Tarann woke up with a start, cold sweat dripping down his face. It was still dark out, with no sign of sun rise. Tarann jerked back into the bed tiredly. He wouldn't sleep tonight, and he knew it. "Damn it" was all he said as he began to stare at the wall. Dragon... child? I must have been training too hard. Just a bunch of crap, nothing that makes sense. But what exactly was that orb? It seemed so familiar to him... Tarann thought back to the old stories of Grandpa Vegeta, and the other older saiyans. Dragon Ball? A Dragon Ball? But they're gone, and have been for years even before he was born. It didn't make sense. And then again, that man seemed to be familiar in the same way that the orb seemed familiar. Damn. I must be really messed up, or something. I'm starting to spend too much time thinking of dreams. Waste of time, is all it is. He thought to himself.
Bra walked through the halls of Capsule Corp headquarters. It was breakfast time, and she was hungry. She came down to the large kitchen (Large mainly because of the four male saiyans living in the vicinity.), she opened the fridge (also very large), and not to her surprise she found it empty. That's what I get for sleeping in late, she thought. She may have been hungry, but she forced it out of her mind for the moment being. Bra wanted to see her kids, and say good morning. She always sought them out after breakfast, just to see them. Bra walked through the halls of her home, and came to the main living room. Jarin, her second son, was sitting on the couch watching the TV. Only several years younger then Tarann, but might as well have been as old. He wasn't as big as Tarann, or as strong, but he looked older then what he really was. Thirteen years old, but almost six feet tall, his looks were deceiving. His dark purple hair was slightly longer then his uncle Trunks's, but whenever people looked at him they knew that the two were relatives. "What's up, mom? Good morning." He said, in a somewhat light voice, yet deeper then a child's. "Good mourning, I'm fine. I didn't sleep very well though... So, is Tarann already at his training again?" Bra said, waiting for a reply. "Well, he wasn't in there when I passed by... Maybe he's in there now." Jarin hesitated before speaking again. "Oh, and Terra told me to tell you that she went with some friends to the mall..." There was little wonder as to the source of the hesitation. Terra was only twelve years old, yet she pretended like she was sixteen. Always back- talking, always dressing skimpy, bragging about her "boyfriend", and other such things were her specialty. "God damn-it." Bra muttered under her breath. "Well, come with me to find your brother. I want to see him."
There was a knock at Taranns door. He had been asleep for the past while, and had not stirred. He was usually up at this time, training with Vegeta, but he hadn't slept well that night. That damned dream again. He scowled at his own thoughts, and turned in his bed. Another knock rattled his door, but this time he forced himself to stand, and answer it. It was probably Vegeta, coming to yell at him for being late... He opened the door, and too his surprise it was his mother. Bra stood there and besides her was Taranns younger brother, Jarin. "Well, I thought you'd be training this morning with your grandfather. What are you doing still sleeping?" She asked with a smirk. "Didn't sleep well," was all he said. "That dream again? The one you keep to yourself, the one you wont share with the rest of us?" Bra said teasingly. "Get off my case" Tarann said in response, and began to close the door. "Hold it! I'm trying to say good morning!" "Oh... good morning then..." He spit, as he shut his door. Damn it. I need to get to the gravity chamber, he thought to himself.
Vegeta waited in the gravity chamber for Tarann. He was late, but Vegeta didn't care. He would just work the boy harder to catch up with lost time, that's all.
Vegeta would always think about the boy, Tarann, whenever he was late. How he had come to be, how he was getting stronger every day, and at how powerful he would become.