Chapter One — The Death of a World
In the area of space known as the Outer Reaches to most well-learned cartographers laid a quaint sector of space, known as the Milky Way. Speckled with various planets and their own, it's a relatively quiet galaxy compared to the known universe—rather than containing various empires with bustling, complicated political systems, this clutch of worlds held one universal empire—that of King Cold. And to this cramped section of the universe, the one we know as Obi-Wan Kenobi was born, on the blood-slathered home of the saiyans—Planet Vegeta.
The child born as "Ayote" barely had a moment to breathe after being pulled from his nursing capsule. Viscous green slime slipped from the tailed child's body as the smaller saiyan reached out to feel for the face of his father and mother, only to be greeted by the cold feeling of latex upon his skin. This, of course, distressed the child—coupled with the glaring lights of the nursery, it was all rather disorienting. Over Ayote stood the boy's father, looking down from the nursery bridge upon his child. And all the saiyan general could feel was DISGUST.
"A POWER LEVEL OF ONE?" General Nappa was never a polite being—and his own family was no exception. His lumbering, muscular frame dwarfed the doctors standing at his side, holding their scouters to Kenobi below, scanning the saiyan child with the merciless lense of a race on the brink of collapse.
"General Nappa, I do not believe—" The retort of the lab technician was cut short by Nappa's bellows of disdain and rage.
"I have no use for a low-class weakling of a son. Have him sent to the outer reaches of Lord Frieza's empire—no one needs to know of his existence." And without a world, the saiyan stamped out of the nursery, taking on last look over his shoulder—merely to spit on the ground. No saiyan born with a power level of one would be permitted to live by Nappa. Especially not one with auburn hair and blue eyes. A birth defect uncommon in saiyans—often betraying the mixed heritage of one of the planets. And of course, no hybrid saiyan would EVER be considered equal. The general thought it best to label his son dead-on-arrival, and leave the thoughts of the boy at the door. Doctors present casted their gaze down toward the child one last time, before pressing upon the intercom.
"Departure crew 1138, please dispatch a collection droid to nursery pod 327. Destination coordinates have been input."
And as the saiyan child was slowly loaded into the pod, Ayote took one first—and last— look at Planet Vegeta, before the pod door sealed the child off. And with coordinates set to planet Stewjon—unbeknownst to the saiyans—the little saiyan was destined to greatness. From a certain point of view.
Planet Shikk - Conquest
General Nappa gnawed idly on one of the femurs left over from their slaughter of Planet Shikk's residents. After such an ordeal, the lumbering saiyan oaf would normally pass out, with a full belly and a sack of credits for his trouble, alongside his two saiyan companions. Yet, this day, something irked him. The topic of family was dredged up by Raditz, his no-good dogsbody, after Prince Vegeta threatened to kill him for his lack of assistance—a normal Thursday, at that point. However, the rube acquiesced, and divulged that he had a brother on some dirtball of a planet, and fled to collect him. Family… still alive. Nappa assumed his many spawns had merely perished in the asteroid collision upon planet Vegeta. Despite this, once a saiyan's mind is set on something, it cannot be jarred. Nappa tapped idly on his scouter, breaking the silence of a dead world.
"Nappa? What exactly are you doing?" Vegeta's gravelly, yet somewhat high-pitched voice sounded out from the rubble of a derelict building. He did so love taking his time finding those who thought they could hide, and erasing them from the face of their doomed homeworlds. Nappa understood the appeal, once.
"Checking my logs, my liege. I'm led to believe that having more of us on our side would help, yes…? I may have a son on the outer rims. Could be worth looking for." His query was met with haughty laughter from his liege.
"So let me get this straight. You think going after your rat of a son, who you carelessly tossed to the wolves, is a good idea? He's likely dead, Nappa." The general weighed the thought in his mind. This is where most worlds would have deviated. Nappa would have dropped the thought entirely. Remained on Planet Shikk long enough to hear a dying Raditz speak of the Dragon Balls, and subsequently perish on planet Earth at the hands of Son Goku.
This is not one of these worlds. Nappa does not listen to Vegeta. For the force wills it so. As Prince Vegeta bids farewell to his comrade in search of his likely dead son, quite a few eyes watch on.
"So. This is what you called me here to witness? What a DRAG." Beerus, the god of destruction, kicked his feet up upon his lavish table, still eyeing the crystal ball before him. His violet fur shifted idly against the table, clearly unnerving the Whills of the Force that sat across from him.
"Lord Beerus… if we may. This is the fastest track to acquiring the Super Saiyan God you so wish for. Obi-Wan Kenboi—"
"Kenobi THIS, Kenobi THAT. What's so great about that dunce anyway. All he does is speak in quotes. He isn't that special, even for a saiyan. I must admit, the fact that he's the first saiyan connected to the force in history that HASN'T been swayed to the dark side is interesting, but otherwise, I could care less. Wake me up when it gets interesting." A haughty yawn escapes the cat's lips, his mouth splitting outward and unveiling his fangs, sending a shiver up the Whill's non-existent spines. One by one, the Whills faded into the force once more, save for one bearing a frown upon it's mask.
"Keep on your guard, Beerus… for one day, he will surpass you." Though, the Whill's declaration was cut short by the god pointing at the Force Priestess.
"Continue to bore me, and I'll erase you. And you KNOW what that would do to your precious force." As the final priestess faded into the air, Beerus' angel, Whis, floated to his side.
"My lord, I don't believe that was a good decision… you have made an enemy of a very powerful foe."
"So what. The force is a game of chance, anyway. All I have to do is even the odds."
Heyo! Thanks for reading chapter one! Sorry if y'all were reading my prior fic, but I kinda abandoned it to write this one. I just have waaaaaay more fun writing this guy. Anyways, you might have some questions, so I guess I'll make a beta FAQ.
"How are the worlds of Star Wars and DBZ connected?" It's quite easy! Considering Star Wars has it's outer reaches, as does DBZ, I figured that they could easily take place in the same world, just in separate galaxies.
"Why are the Whills subservient to Beerus?" Not really subservient. More like equals! After all, Beerus is the destroyer of life… and the Whills are capable of creating it, as seen with Anakin.
"Who is (blank)?" I suggest y'all watch Star Wars the Clone Wars if ya haven't. I can summarize Dragon Ball relatively easily in this story, but the good ol' SW is a LOT harder.
"When does this take place?" In relation to DBZ, around the time where Raditz heads to earth to try and recruit Goku. In relation to SW? SO4, "Massacre," A.K.A the return of Darth Maul. As you can tell, in this fic we're going to be trolling Obi-Wan quite a bit.
"Why is Obi-Wan a saiyan?" Why not, really? His own home planet is a joke made by George Lucas. We need more backstory for the guy. How does he deal with overwhelming heartbreak and rage with the extra caveat of an explosive temper? Would he be able to accept his heritage having been a Jedi for so long? I thought it would be more interesting than making it, say, Anakin.
"Why Dragon Ball / Star Wars in general?" I like both properties a lot. So why not mix the two?