Authors Notes
1.This is a very Dark Story, therefore do not read it if you don't like it.
2. This story contains some foul language, lots of violence, gore and death, and some other more mature concepts and problems. If you do not like this, why are you reading DBZ fanfics? DON'T read it
3.This will be a long fic….Please give it a chance thus the first few chapters set up the story and are somewhat dry.
4.Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball. I did not create Dragonball.
(c)2003, Bird Studio/Shueisha, Toei Animation. Licensed by FUNimation Productions, Inc. All Rights Reserved, or as otherwise directed by FUNimation. This fan-fiction is not meant to infringe on any copyrights, it is simply here to show my appreciation of and for DragonBall.
This story and any characters, moves or other information not created by those named above are (c)2003-2004 by James Mitchell
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The Test
Preface
A man who was trapped in a place of no hope is pulled into a new and confusing world, and in the process he will find what it means to be a hero and what costs come with it.
"Sometimes the only thing that remains in the ashes, in the death, and in the chaos are the tears of the lonely, the dead, and the forgotten."
Alex Darntum 2003 AD
Prologue
Marchl 31st Thursday
Thump, Thump, Thump
The rain mixed with his tears, dirt, sweat, and grime as he pushed himself to go further into the bowels of this urban hell and the angry yells got closer.
Thump, Thump, Thump
He stumbled on a rock in the darkness and let out a jagged gasp as his much weakened body hit the ground and skidded into a wall.
Thump, Thump, Thump
He shakily tried too stand but once against collapsed onto the wet asphalt and this time he simply did not move as his breathing began too shallow and he closed his eyes.
Thump, Thump, Thump
"Why continue to run……everyone is dead…..my wife……my baby girl…WHY Dammit!?!?
Thump, Thump, Thump
He managed through his anger too get too one knee before the mob of angry citizens came around the corner. The yelling subsided as the leader of the mob halted the noise.
Thump, Thump, Thump
Through blurry eyes he managed too make out the black uniforms of the "race police" who were his hunters.
Thump, Thump, Thump
As their leader moved fore ward towards his weakened form He felt a sense of relief pass over him, and he smirked just as the darkened and wet ground came rushing towards his face…………
Space
He blinked his eyes opened and then blinked again trying to stop his spinning vision.
However, even though he continued blinking, the spinning effect DID not go away and then he noticed the effect was not caused by his eyes, but rather where he was.It was a swirling mass of blues, teals, and purples and pin points of light…It was in a word, beautiful.
He stood, slowly at first, and then with shock realized it didn't hurt and his legs weren't shaking from weakness and hunger.
Once standing he noticed the billions upon billions of stars and the inky darkness of space surrounding his body as he moved through thousands of light-years like it was simple atmosphere.
He halted overlooking a small, blue, white, and green planet. It was the most beautiful site he had seen.
"Beautiful...isn't it?"
The shocked man turned too see another man dressed in all black, of about medium height who was seemingly walking on the stars around this Blue-Green planet.
"What…Who are you?" came the slow and breathless reply.
"Humph, that…is not important, as of yet my friend, but know this, I am an allie…of sorts. I'm sorry but I must make this brief, I am Xarantras, and this." He said waving his hands towards the small little planet. "This is a test of your kind…and if you deserve to exist."
The ragged, tired looking blue eyes of the man widened slightly
"Feel free to remain speechless." Xarantras smiled lightly. "Oh well, you must be off my young friend, best of luck to you…really."
With that said the being known as Xarantras smiled and snapped his fingers and then there was only one thing seen by the man…a flash and a painful never-ending white.
Space
April 8th Friday
As his mind recovered from the shock that Xarantras had given him, he came to realize he was looking into black.
He slowly felt everything return too him, all of his senses checked in with his brain as he began to slowly come back to reality. Then he heard it, a light, a beautiful noise that made him want out of this darkness he seemed to be trapped in.
He wiggled what he was hoping were his fingers and toes and then his skin seemed to gain the ability to feel again, he wished he had not come back, it hurt. Then his muscles, organs, and bone checked in and he gasped as his heart began too beat once again.
And then the head pains came, he clenched his teeth as the pain coursed through him and his skin felt as if it was burning.
He cried out and his eyes shot open as he grabbed his head and began to thrash in the bed he was lying in.
The pain slowly ebbed away and he began to take stock of were he was.
He realized that he was in a bed and staring at a ceiling and that the humming was coming from his left.
He rolled his head too the side and looked at the source of the noise through blurry eyes. As he watched the outline begin too move towards him his vision still would not clear. He saw it stop…and then flick a syringe, he weakly whimpered and pushed towards the other-side of the bed, He felt the person grab his arm rather roughly and slam the syringe into his shoulder. Then the chemical hit his blood stream and he went limp as the blackness took him once again.
It was back to the nightmares, as he desperately tried to hold on to an image of his wife and baby girl, but he couldn't do it as his vision took the tint of the air from that day, when it had all started….
Space
The city was burning, the sky had been darkened and turned blood red by the smoke and fires. He ran along the street in a disheveled business suit weaving between cars and the panicking people.
The People's Revoloutionary Army had surrounded the capital and set up there artillery on an opposing cliff. They were now pounding away on the city and its populous, as its troops began too enter and take the city block by block.
His feet made a light clacking noise on the pavement as he ran. He reached a corner and a destroyed building and as he came around, he heard it, the low whine of explosive artillery shells. He hit the deck and held his breath as the artillery bombardment roared in front of him. He heard and felt the angry whine as shrapnel roared by his ear. He could hear the screams around him as he himself was screaming in terror as well.
Smoke and rubble slowly pooled around him as the loud explosions moved on too another area of the city. He slowly stood, his shirt ripped too shreds and blood pooling down the side of his face were a piece of shrapenel had cleaved out a gash. Taking a few steps he stumbled and fell face first into something soft and fleshy. As his eyes opened he saw the cold dead stare of a middle-aged asian woman. He rolled off of her and put all he had into getting to his wife and daughter.
He began weaving between half-destroyed buildings and cars.
Until he reached a short four-story building that was still standing. He bent over gasping for air as he slowly wobbled through the entrance and began up the stairs towards his wife and daughter. He mumbled a silent prayer as he moved up the stairs, noticing the condition of the rest of the building.
He reached the second too highest level and the building began too shake and tremble as he sprinted down the hallway towards his family. Everything slowed, the door-knob turned slowly and clicked before the door came open.
He could hear his heart beat, thump….thump….thump, as he took a step through the door he made eye contact with his wife and daughter for a milli-second.
Then as he took another step a dull roar filled his ears as the glass rippled outward on their balcony door and launched in his direction. He was launched back and through the hallway wall as his apartment, his family exploded in a ball of flame. He let out a struggled roar of pain with his left arm pinned too the wall he now lay bloodied and broken against the wall as life closed in around him in blackness……
Space
His eyes shot open at the last second as he tried to scream but a hoarse noise came out instead of his voice. He sat up holding his throat as his head spun from the sudden change in altitude.
As the heart monitor next to him began to slowly beep at a normal pace again the pain and the spinning slowly ebbed. As his breathing slowed he began to slowly take in his surroundings. He was in a hospital bed with enough needles in him for him to be considered a pin-cushion. He looked around and found it to be the standard hospital room, with a television and all.
AN; Im now putting…"Space" In the breaks between characters.
