The Heroic Saiyan
I walked forward; my hands were cuffed. My sides were in pain, the bandages around them, barely stopping my wounds from bleeding. My captors keeping me injured to prevent my escape.
The guards lead me into a courtroom, their faces clearly displaying their hostility against me. It's the kind of expression you expect one to have when facing their mortal enemies.
Though I guess that's what I am to those who serve the Harwey family, or maybe there're followers of Kiara Sessyoin, and they hate me for killing their prophet.
Well, it doesn't matter, they'll have their justice soon enough.
"Does the defendant have anything else they would like to say before the verdict is cast."
"No," I said in a serious tone, know that the verdict was already decided before I was even arrest.
"Then we, the court, find the defendant, Shirou Emiya, guilty of all charges. And sentence him to death."
The people around me cheered, excited that the villain who killed so many was finally going to face justice. The representatives of the Harwey where smiling, happy that a torn in their sides like myself was finally going to be gone.
Only one person wasn't happy, a woman I know well, her blue hair making her stand out from the rest of the crowed. It seems that even if she was willing to betray me, she can't completely abandon me in my final moments.
I mouth to her as I was led to my execution, "You shouldn't blame yourself."
The reason she betrayed was that she thought I was a demon that would kill anyone for the sake of my justice. She believed I would kill her to if it would save even two other people. She simply acted on her beliefs, I don't blame her for doing that, so she shouldn't blame herself.
Hopefully, she finds someone that will put up with her attitude.
The guards lead me out the room before I could see her response.
"Do you have any last words?" my executioner asked me as they placed the noose around my neck. The tv cameras were rolling, broadcasting my final moments all across the world. I saw a wizard or two in the background, prepared use their spirtron hacking to ensure that no one interrupted the broadcasting. Not that anyone will help me.
"I don't have any regrets. If I were to be reborn, I would do it all again," I said with a smirk, staying true to myself to the very end.
The stage fell from under me, leaving me dangling in the air, only supported by the rope around me neck.
The rope around my neck started to choke the life out of me, but I never stopped smiling.
It was a satisfying life, even if I didn't get to see the stars at the end.
My eyesight failed as I let out my last breath.
Death felt like I was being pulled into an endless void, an abyss that can never be escaped. But in both an eternity and a moment, I felt myself being pulled out of it. It felt like a pressure was being placed on my body and soul, and then I felt like I was floating in liquid.
It was getting harder to think. Who was it that betrayed me? Who was my partner in the Holy grail war? What is a Holy grail war? Who am I? What is my name?
All these questions kept piling up in my mind as I floated in the liquid. The only thing I could remember clearly was my goal, to be a hero. But why was that my dream?
Over time, I managed to open my eyes every once in a while, to see my surroundings, if only barely. For some reason, I found my surroundings to be primitive, with the one room I could see was made entirely of stone.
What was more interesting to me was the people around me whenever I opened my eyes.
The one I saw the least was a boy with long hair, his very presence felt evil, and his eyes made it seemed like he thought himself superior to everyone around him. I could feel myself instinctively wince at his presence, which caused the boy to laugh. I disliked when I managed to open my eyes, just to see him.
Another person I saw, was a man with a scar across his cheek. His hair was wild, and mostly wore a green armor with red arm bands, before switching to a new set of clothing. I could tell that he was powerful. For some reason, I felt a small amount of respect for him, but I couldn't help comparing him to someone who I can't quite remember right now.
The most common person for me to see though was a woman, she had gloves on most of the time, and seemed weaker than even the boy. But she was different from the other two, she seemed kinder, and had a gentle aura. I liked her the best out of the three.
Eventually, I felt myself being taken out the liquid. My body felt so small and weak, and I needed to stretch to wake up my body's muscles. It felt like my muscles had never been used.
My head started to hurt, it felt as if everything I had forgotten was trying to return at once, but there was just too much information for me to process at one time.
"kakarot," I heard the woman say a strange word, she seemed to be calling out to me. Was Kakarot my name? No that did not seem right, or did it? Despite being confused, I looked towards the woman, "you need to put on this armor."
I followed her directions while in a daze, the armor seemed to change size to fit my size.
"Wow, you really do look like your father," the woman said with a sad smile on her face, "now we have to hurry and meet your father."
The woman picked me up, her tail wrapping around her waist.
Wait, tail? Is that normal? For some reason that seems strange to me. As I thought about it, I felt a strange feeling at my tailbone.
I turned around to see a tail matching the woman's tail growing out my backside.
For some reason, I could control it like I could my arms and legs. I unconsciously pulled the tail around my waist in the same manner as the person holding me.
We left the stone room that I had grown used to.
It was dark outside, but the sky was completely different from what I expected, with the stars being completely out of line. But something far more important captured my attention, as I looked out at the sky, and that was the magical presence I sensed from above the sky, out in space.
It seemed immeasurable, like an ocean that who's depths know no bounds. The energy is so evil, it reminds me of something.
A memory clicked into place, the holy grail war. Angra Mainyu, all the world's evil, that's what this presence reminds me of. Only its immeasurably stronger, the hostility pointed towards the planet caused me to almost freeze. I could only stare up and look at it.
"Don't worry, nothing's wrong," the woman holding me said, I guess she noticed how my body tensed.
We continued to move until we encountered the man, with a scar on his face, next to him was a silver open silver ball. Wait, earlier she said we were going to meet my father, is this my father. Is she my mother?
The image of an old man appeared in my mind, looking up at the sky, as a promise being made.
"Did anyone spot you, Gine?"
"No," the woman who was probably my mother said with a sad stare as she placed me in the silver ball. She then reached and pulled up the front of the ball, closing me in the sphere.
Just what is this ball, sphere, thing?
I felt the ball being picked up, I had trouble seeing the outside world due to their only being one window to look through.
"Let's think about this," I heard my mother say with a despite voice, clearly having last second thoughts about doing what ever they were planning to do to me.
"No, this is the only choice, Frieza and his men are going to try and exterminate us, Gine," the scared man said before violently grinding his jaw, "If I turn out to be wrong, then I'll go and rescue him."
"But if that's the case, why don't we all run off together?"
"We can't, they would used their damn scouters and track us down before we left the solar system."
"Bardock," Mom said with a sad voice, "why are you going through so much trouble to protected Kakarot? It's not like Saiyan men to go so far for their children."
So, I guess these two really are my parents, I thought while silently listening in as best I could through the pod's thick shell.
Is Frieza the source of this dark energy, and what is a Saiyan? Are we Saiyans?
No, I'm not. I'm human, aren't I?
I unconsciously removed my tail from around my waist at that thought. Causing me to stare at it, humans don't have tails, do they?
"I don't know," the man said, interrupting my chain of thoughts, "Maybe it's because I'm constantly fighting, destroying, and killing. That I want to save something for once, even if its just Kakarot, my low-class son."
For some reason I could understand what my father was saying then. Scenes of battlefields flashed through my mind, the bodies of countless dead, killed by my hands. When had I done that?
My head started to hurt even more, as I placed my hand on my forehead.
I felt the pod being set down and set so that I could see my two parents through the red tinted window.
"I program the ship to head to a distant planet called Earth. The people on that world have a low power level and aren't technologically advanced. Our son should be able to do well there Gine."
Earth! I felt like I new that name. Even more images spread in my mind, of death, ruin and stagnation born of a lack of resources. A dead world where most of its inhabitants had gone extinct.
"What if Frieza's forces attack that world."
"Don't worry, its not a very valuable world, so it shouldn't even appear on the Frieza forces radar."
Mom accepted what he said, before turning and placing her hands on the glass of the pod, tears in her eyes, "If your father is wrong about this, then we'll come and get you as soon as possible."
My father also placed his hands on the pod, that I now understand is a spaceship, "Do whatever it takes to survive, got it."
I chocked my head at what they were saying, images of a fire played in my mind. A red headed woman pulling me out of bed, but carrying me out of my room, only to be killed by the roof collapsing on her. A man with short black hair telling me to go away, as I ran away from a burning home, never to see him again. Their faces overlapping with the two people in front of me, causing small tires to form at the corner of my eyes.
"Goodbye," my father said as the ship started to raise off the ground. I could feel in my heart that this would be the last time I saw these two people.
"Don't forget us, Kakarot," my mother screamed as I lost sight of her, I closed my eyes in response, deciding to follow her last request.
My eyes started to feel heavy, and my head got lighter, as I fell into the seat of the ship. Its systems putting me to sleep.
As my consciousness faded, I sensed for one last time, the evil existence of who could only be this Frieza.
And with that I fell asleep, only to dream of my lost memories.
I opened my eyes, to find myself not in the ship but instead in what appeared to be in a very small building. I quickly sat up.
It seems that I'm not in the battle armor anymore, but instead I had on some blue clothing, that seemed to be Japanese or Chinese in design.
I let out a huff as I felt a twitch of my tail, proof that I'm no longer human. I stood up and made my way to a mirror on the other side of the room. I held in my breath as I looked at my appearance.
My appearance was completely different from my past life's. Instead of red, or even white hair, I had messy black hair, and matching black eyes. It seems to match my father, in this life, hair. I guess my mother cut my hair to look like my fathers for some reason. Luckily, hairstyle is not genetically decided at birth, or I would be stuck looking like I just rolled out of bed for forever.
It seems that my memories have finally merged with my current form. I was executed but I've somehow been reborn and managed to retain my past personality.
I'm Kakarot, the next incarnation of Shirou Emiya, failed hero of justice.
I wonder if this life will be as satisfying as my last live, I thought with a smile of what's to come. And the people I'll have the chance to save in this life.
Still though, that's something to think about later, I need to figure out where I am, and who changed me. I looked around the hut, only to see some basic utilities and necessities. Who ever lives here must be some kind of minimalist.
I walked out of the hut, my eyes where blinded by the sunlight. My surroundings were beautiful, the air felt richer than anything I felt in my past life. The greenery went as far as I could see, and I could smell the scent of a freshwater stream nearby.
As I looked around, I spotted an old man carrying firewood a little way away. He seemed to be small, but I can tell from his movements that he was incredibly skilled.
"oh, so you've finally awaked," the man said with a laugh and smile, "well that's fine, I was just about to put some tea on the fire and cook some lunch."
Tea, cooking, I thought with a nostalgic expression. I never thought I would get another chance to cook after I was captured, but now I have another chance, I going to take it.
Before I could speak though, the old man spoke again, "Can you not understand me?"
"No, sir. I can understand you just find; I was just wondering if I could help you," I said quickly realizing this guy probably grabbed me out of an alien spaceship and had no clue if I could even talk.
"What a well-spoken young man. Why don't you just go sit down inside and rest, we have a lot to talk about."
I almost let out of smirk at that. I'm a human reincarnated as a space alien that was sent to earth again to survive the mass extinction of my new race. Not that I plan to tell this stranger all that.
"Thank you, but I can at the very least cook," I told him, "I find cooking relaxing."
"Well, if you really want to cook that's fine, but if you get tired just let me know," the man said with a grin. I don't think he expects me to be able to cook.
"By, the way, what's your name?" I asked the old man.
"You can call me Grandpa Gohan," he responded. I guess this old man has gotten lonely and just wants everyone to treat him like a friendly grandpa.
I guess I can do that if it makes him happy, "Alright Grandpa Gohan, I'm Kakarot."
I told him, that name should have no meaning to him, while Shirou Emiya might ring some bells if this really is earth.
"huh, that's a unique name. Just make sure you don't accidently cook yourself," Grandpa Gohan said, making a joke at the fact my names is close to carrot.
He quickly directed me to the area where he kept his small number of appliances, and stores of food. I quickly got to work cooking, while he made some tea.
"Wow this food is really good."
"Thank you, the tea you made is really good too," I said right after a sip of the tea. I was also quickly eating, not realizing just how hungry I was. It in fact took me a lot of willpower not to scarf down the food as I was cooking it.
"You get good at it by my age," the man said while placing down his fork, "now, Kakarot, I was wondering if you could tell me about yourself."
I thought for a moment, as I considered what I should tell him. I clearly won't tell him about my reincarnation. He presumable saw my ship when he pulled me out of it, so there is no point in lying on that front.
Its moments like this that I wish that I had learned how to use memory manipulation magecraft.
"As I said before, my name is Kakarot, I am not from this planet, but am from outer space."
"Huh, that explains the pod that I found you in, I've never seen anything like it on earth. And would explain why you're so smart, most children on this planet aren't nearly as well-spoken as you."
Interesting, so this world is earth, or at least a version of it. And it seems that being from another, more technologically advanced world, can be used as cover for high intelligence.
"Yes, I was sent away from my world from my parents since they believed the world was about to be destroyed," I said as my hair covered my eyes for a moment.
"I see," the man said with an understanding expression, "would you like to talk about it?"
"Thanks, but no," I said quickly, and emotionlessly. I'm a survivor, and no matter what happens, there is only one path for me.
I'll become a hero, just like I did in my past life, so that no one will have to suffer like I did, and to make sure that those I've already sacrificed for my ideal, don't die in vain. I'll continue this journey into eternity if I have to.
Grandpa Gohan for his part accept what I said, clearly not wanting to push me to talk about something so traumatic.
"Well, Kakarot, would you like to stay with me," the man asked, clearly still wanting to help me.
If I stay with this man, then I might be able to get better bearings of my surroundings. Besides, it could give me some time to grow in strength and get use to this body. But it could put this man's life in danger if that Frieza guy finds out about me and decides to kill me before I'm ready to fight him.
As I was thinking about that, I reached to the table to grab some more food, only to realize the table was empty. My stomach started to growl.
"Sorry, it seems the long trip in space has left me hungry," I said with a blush, as I realize that I had ate most of the food on the table myself without realizing it.
"It seems were going to have to gather more food from now on if you're going to be staying with me," Grandpa Gohan said, subtly deciding to make the decision for me with that statement.
"Don't worry, just leave the food gathering and cooking to me," I said while deciding not to contradict his statement, at least not yet.
"Ok, is there anything else you want to know about earth? I'm sure its very different from what your used to."
"uhm, could you tell me about this world?" I asked him, to see how this Earth compares to the Earth that I knew.
"That's a big question you know, one that you'll only to be able to understand through experience," Grandpa Gohan responded, trying to sound as wise as he could.
All I could do in response was let out a sigh, as I got up to make some more food, "Wow, that was incredibly deep, did you find that in a fortune cookie or something?"
"Wait, they have fortune cookies in space?"
"Of course, I didn't realize they existed on this world too," I said, potentially lying about space fortune cookies.
"Wow, space has everything," the man said before letting out a happy laugh. It seems that this man was the type to find happiness in any space that he could.
We continued to talk for a while as I made myself some more food, my stomach not letting me stop.
We talked for the rest of the day, and as we did something became clear. This was not the earth I knew, its not even similar to my world. The continents were all wrong, the world was almost a complete supercontinent. Also, the local flora and fauna was completely different from anything I had ever heard about.
Seriously, how are dinosaurs still roaming around at the same time as humans!
I wonder if there are any good dinosaur recipes. My tail started to wag slightly in excitement at that thought.
Grandpa Gohan started to laugh at that, "It's getting late, we should get to bed."
"Oh, I should get going them," I said, having gotten the information I wanted out of it.
"Why?" the old man asked with a confused expression.
"My presence is a threat to your life," I told the man with a grim expression, "and no hero would ever put someone else's life in danger for their own betterment."
"You want to be a hero?"
"Of course, my dream is to be a hero that can save everyone."
The man chucked at that, "That's a beautiful dream, Kakarot, but you know that you can't achieve it without strength. Stay with me and I can help you achieve that dream."
The man was strong, I could tell that much but he was still an old man and I don't want him to get hurt because of me.
"Don't worry about me," Grandpa Gohan said with a moment of doubt, "I'm strong enough to defend against anyone who's coming after you. Would you like a demonstration?"
"Sure," I responded with a huff, "but I don't like to beat on old men."
"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover," he said that in the wise voice he used earlier, before getting up to leave the house. With me following behind him.
We walked outside and stood a couple meters apart from each other.
"Trace On," I said as two smaller versions of my favored black and white blades appeared in my hand. Something felt different about my magic, but I'll investigate that later.
I focused on the man, as we prepared to fight in the moonlight.
"Magic?" the man asked with a questioning tone.
"Yes, saiyans is naturally gifted in magic from a young age," I lied to the old man, I'm not even sure that Saiyan is the name of my new species.
"That's neat, but your magic can't beat experience."
I didn't respond as I kept my blades low, ready to defend. The old man just laughed like usual.
I quickly moved to attack, aiming for his sides. I didn't move at full force though; I didn't want to hurt the guy. He blocked it with his hands, pushing away my blades so that they missed him.
He then tried to kick me in the stomach, but I managed to block that. What followed was a series of attacks that I couldn't follow at all in my current body, I had to try and predict where he was going to attack next.
Have another exchange of blows I felt my twin blades shatter under the pressure. How could a mere human break noble phantasms like this? I manage to retrace one of my blades in time to block his next attack and then made a move to close the distance between us. I quickly swerved around his arm, with my blade aimed directly at his chest, but Grandpa Gohan quickly side stepped me. Again, I couldn't see his movements.
I could see in my mind's eye that he was going for something behind me but what? Then it hit me, my tail!
I'm not used to fighting with a tail, and forgot to rap it around my waist, but before I had the chance to, Grandpa Gohan grabbed down hard on it. He was probably planning to throw me, I should.
My thought process stopped as I suddenly lost all the power in my body and felt super sleepy. I dropped the blade I was holding on the ground as I went completely limp.
"Oh, it seems you have a weakness after all," he said with a kind smile, while I let out an involuntary yawn, "It looks like victory is mine, little one."
He set me down gently, with my eyes focused on the full moon. He tried to say something to me right after that, but I was to distract by a feeling building in my body, starting in my tail. I felt power, and destructive impulses build at once, but I quickly cut it off by focusing my power on my tail and forcing the changes down before they could take hold.
I shook my head, what was that?
"Kakarot," Grandpa Gohan called out to me, "are you all right."
"Yes, sir."
"So, tell me, what have you learned from this experience?"
"That even people in silly hats, like yours, can be dangerous?" I said, taking a shot at the hat he had on his head.
He wacked me on the head, "No, its that you still have a long ways to go, and you're not ready for the world."
"tch," I guess what he says makes some sense, given the fact I'm a child right now, and won't be able to survive if people as strong as him are running around this earth. (Which I doubt highly.)
"I guess the chance of Frieza's forces coming after me are nonexistent, and you can hold your own," I let out a sigh, "fine, grandpa Gohan, I'll stay with you and train for a while."
And with that, I began my new life on a new Earth. I can't wait to see how many people I'll be able to save this time around.
A smirk formed on my face.
AN: Hey y'all, here's a new story I came up with. Basically, its Fate/Extra Shirou reincarnated as Goku. So basically Shirou with no regrets, and still wanting to be a hero of justice, no matter what.
Here are the facts to know if this story is going to be for you- There will be deviations from canon, but the plot won't go fully of the rails until after the Demon King Piccolo arc. Before that though, the interacts will be changed to reflect Shirou!Goku and will set the stage for later changes. This is due to the way DB's plot is set up. All characters will try to stay as close to canon at the beginning as possible, but may end up developing differently due to Shirou!Goku's personality being different from the canon one.
All horny characters will be bonked for their crimes and sent to horny jail. I'm saying this because early DB is super horny, and the prison is going to be pact to the brim with inmates. This is why I gave Shirou experience with the ultimate horny prisoner first.
Magic circuits are going to be converted into Ki for the sake of this fanfic, that why magecraft can keep increasing with DB's power scale. All projections are going to follow DB rules of more energy equals better projections.
I chose the name Kakarot of Goku for reasons that will be shown later, so spoilers on this point. I plan on having an arc in space after the King Piccolo arc, with Kakarot ending up joining the galactic patrol, and dealing with mistrust by some for being a Saiyan. The name Kakarot is just meant to make it more clearly that he is a Saiyan to those in universe and might server as another point of insults from others.
Oh and lastly, the first part of this story was based off of minus and I wanted to use it to practice writing confusion from 1st person perspective. So, Shirou/Kakarot is having trouble telling what's going on because his brain is trying to basically download his memories from his soul then in there, but it could only get flashes at that point, leading to a confusion from his perspective. His memories fully synched on the way to earth. I hope I made that clear enough, ha ha ha (looks away nervously)
And if you were wondering have Kakarot could speak what ever language the Saiyans use, well I don't know (shrugs shoulders) dragon ball has basically always ignored language divides with it hurt the plot, so why can't I.
Oh another thing (if its not clear my author's notes are pretty much just my unedited stream of consciousness (just like when I was coming up with ideas for this story), lol) What caused Shirou's reincarnation into Kakarot doesn't matter for this plot, and can just be ignored. What matters is that Shirou is now Kakarot and no one else from the fate verse is going to appear in this story. Sorry.
I'm going to cut my self off here, y'all before this author's note ends up longer than the actually chapter.
Have a great day :).