A/N: Quick note here guys, just so you know what to expect without spoilers.
No Goku, maybe a Kakkarot character that never went to Earth but no Goku. I won't be precise about just exactly who else will or won't be in the story because I may change my mind in the future but for the most part this is it. I don't dislike Goku, I love his character, but I came to the conclusion the story I wanted to tell didn't involve him. Vegeta will be around, but he isn't going to be what you think. As for all of Super, well, it's my humble opinion that the series is, for the most part, terrible. I really don't enjoy it. It's okay if you do, just know that in my main story arc I'm not using it's trajectory of power and what have you. Maybe Ultra Instinct and Ultra Ego but that's a big maybe. Beerus and the Angels? Probably not but who knows. I liked the Goku Black Arc, despite feeling like the conclusion was kind of lack luster and, again it's just my opinion, they fumbled it pretty hard. You may feel the same about my story and hell what do I know I'm writing a fanfiction.
This is going to sound like an Iseki by the way in the first half of this, but I assure you it isn't, at least not in the traditional sense. You'll see what I mean.
I don't think there's much else to say right now. I hope you enjoy. Leave feedback if you want.
Now let's get on with...
Justice League: Saiyan Legacy
Age 737 Upper Atmosphere of Planet Ceres
I couldn't tell what time it was when I started to regain consciousness. I all could tell was that I was in a tank of some sorts, submerged in liquid that wasn't quite water based on it's texture against my skin.
What happened?
I was disoriented, trying to remember... well anything. I tried to move, but my body was still sore. Still? What happened to it?
I barely managed to open my eyes, my vision somewhat blurred by the liquids, or maybe the sharp pain in my head once I let the minuscule amount of light in the room pierce my pupils. I could see a figure sitting at a table by some machines, probably computers of some kind, couldn't really get substantial details in my current state. I tried moving my head but couldn't, my body was too stiff.
I let my eyes close again and could feel myself slipping back into unconsciousness. Before I did however, I heard somebody speak, something about how I was a warrior, injured in a fight. That was all I could get before darkness came over me again.
When I rested, I dreamed. Dreamed of a life that was horrible. I couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more then that. A night terror formed around memories.
I could barely make it out, but I was getting images and memories of a childhood. Beatings, shouting, being the target of so much aggression and rage. I couldn't remember why. My parents, they were killed, I don't remember how. I was an orphan with no where to go and I ended up one terrible place after another. I was used, abused, controlled, manipulated, and never really fit in. The rare friends I made, would also be pushed away by my fear I'd harm them. The friends I tried to keep, betrayed me or died. I couldn't remember specifics.
I wanted to stop dreaming about this life.
This can't be my life. This... this is too much. I don't want this
I was awake again, this time, consciousness came back to me more easily. My body was still in pain and stiff but I could move it a bit more. I opened my eyes, bracing myself for the sharp pain to come with the intrusive light. It hurt less, that was good. Means I'll be fully healed soon and able to get out of this restoration tank.
Ah, yes, that's what it was called. My mind was a fog, I must have been hit in the head pretty hard. Probably had a concussion that was clouding my mind. Whatever happened to me must have been brutal because it felt like I was hit by a truck. No, a train. No... that wasn't it either. I took in my surroundings, it being a bit more clear now, I could see a person, female I think, reclined in her chair. She was napping it looked like. Couldn't make out distinct features but I didn't see any work being done or activity on her part, unless she was dead. My instincts told me otherwise.
My mind went back to how I got into this tank. I vaguely remember being in a fight. The fight itself was a blur of shadowed figures and a mangle of blows being exchanged. I remember... moving away from the ground? A loud roar was heard and I blacked out. Guess I'd have to wait till later to remember what happened.
I looked around in my tank. I could tell that I was in pretty good shape for a 14 year old. 14? Was that my age? Yeah... yes it was. Something felt strange about this, but I couldn't contemplate it any further as I could feel my exhaustion set in already. I was eager to get out of this tank, but I needed to heal, so I let sleep take me.
Briefly dreading the idea of having the same nightmare I had before.
Sure enough, I was surrounded by darkness again, only this time my visions came more clearly. At first, I had thought I would regain memory of my fight, but instead, I saw my childhood. I was a human, on a place called Earth. I was born to poor parents, one of whom was a drug addict. I think it was my mother. Yes, it definitely was. They claimed to love me, but my father would hit me, I don't remember why. Was I bad? What did I do? He didn't just hit me he would beat me. My mom would get high and he'd hit her too but she wouldn't react or feel it because of her drug of choice. I don't remember what that was exactly.
One day, my mom overdosed. I was the one who found her, my dad cried, then got angry and took it out on me. I killed him. I was young. Too young for all of that.
The majority of my childhood was a blur. All I could remember was being involved with the wrong people all the time. Always getting in trouble and getting beat up. I gave it almost as good as I got it but there was always somebody bigger, keeping me down. Story of my life. This enraged me. I became violent and destructive.
Well into my adult life I was definitely a criminal, whatever passes for that on Earth. I barely had hobbies outside of fighting, but the ones I did have I found some enjoyment in. I just couldn't remember them. I know I met my wife through one of them.
Wait my wife?
I awoke again. I kept my eyes closed this time. My body was still sore, but I could move it if I wanted to. I decided against it however when I heard voices coming from the room my tank was in.
"How's he doing?" A gruff male voice asked.
"He's actually doing pretty well all things considered." A raspy female voice replied. Probably the one I saw before.
"He really fought off that platoon?" The man asked clearly impressed.
"The two members of his crew that survived stated that he was well into killing a few of the enemy before they started focusing their efforts on him. Strange considering he was the weaker of the three survivors." The woman explained.
"Maybe he unlocked something during that fight. Just like my son to go crazy in combat." So the man was my father. I wasn't sure but it seemed like he had a small sense of pride in his voice when referring to me as his son. I decided to open my eyes enough to try and make them out.
Sure enough, my vision was clearer and clearer as time passed. I could see my father had black short hair, he had onyx eyes, and was in very good shape. He wore a purple scouter and Saiyan armour without the under suit. His arms were crossed and his tail was waving behind him.
Tail?
I pushed that feature to the side for a moment as I observed the woman. She had long curly black hair tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were also onyx, and she too had a tail swaying behind her from where she was standing. She was shorter then my Father by a few inches. Unlike my father's armour, the woman was wearing a slightly different design. She didn't have the shoulder pads, nor did she have the reinforced straps. She had a strapless armour corset if you will. It was black in colour, like my fathers. She wore a single pair of legless purple tights as a bottom with the skirt armour there. She had one knee pad on her left leg while her right had wrappings around the knee, going halfway up the thigh and halfway down the calf. Her boots were Pink and she had pink fingerless gloves with black wrist guards. She was beautiful. The few scars she had on her exposed skin barely did any harm to her appearance. If anything, it made her more attractive.
"You are a mid-class warrior Rhiz, and I am an elite. I don't know how we ended up with a low-class warrior like him for a son." So she was my mother. That attractive comment can be thrown out the window. At first I was a little hurt by her words, but then I noticed that she didn't really have any shame in her voice. She was more cold, like she was curious about the circumstances of my power.
"Yes, that was a disappointment upon his birth to find out how weak he is. Still, there must be something hidden within him if he's made strides like this. His talent for fighting is natural as well." The pride was now pouring out a bit more openly. I could hear my mother chuckle.
"Has he told you yet that he's been talking about dreams after his transformation?." My mother asked.
"What? No, I haven't seen him for a few months. King Vegeta has kept our squads quite busy in different sectors of space." Rhiz replied.
"Well, according to Sadala-" My mother's explanation faded into the background as the mention of my name coupled with the info I've gathered so far had some of my memories return to me.
The fog of who I was and where I was dispersing with every bit of info. My childhood, which I can remember from an extremely young age to today. I don't remember every bit of of my life at the moment, the fog still being present, but some of it was coming back.
I was a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta. My namesake being that of the planet Sadal, of which we originated before our colonization of Planet Vegeta. Which explained the tails and black eyes. Our Planet was ruled by the royal family, that is until King Cold conquered us and we surrendered for survival. In exchange for our continued existence, we got to continue what we did best, only in the name of a stronger leader. As for my parents, they cared for me, they showed it like most Saiyan parents, strict, hard love never mind tough, and through brutal training. Though, that training has made me capable of surviving many battles by all accounts I shouldn't have. Along with survival training and basic knowledge of the technology we use in our conquests. With extended knowledge of certain alien races and our history being at the forefront of knowledge for surviving among the stars during our conquest.
"He's dreaming of his time as an Oozaru? Fantastic! With more time training he'll learn to control it. I'm glad I taught him the Power Ball Technique." My Father erupted into boisterous laughter as he stood tall and proud of my apparent progress.
Though I was happy my Father was acknowledging me, I couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. What was that life I was dreaming about before? Why do I know what a corset is? I tried to push those questions aside. There was no need to dwell on what couldn't be real. I was a proud Saiyan warrior. Not some weak Earthling.
"Quiet down before somebody hears you." My mother snapped. Rhiz quickly became tight lipped, a serious look was exchanged between the two. He turned his head and popped it out the door while pressing the button on his scouter.
"Sorry Mizuna. I got carried away." Right, my Mother's name was Mizuna. She was apart of an elite squad as was my Father Rhiz. She turned towards my tank and I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting them to know I was eavesdropping. Not that I should be scolded for such a thing, this was my place of rest after all. The things kids worry about, even Saiyan children I suppose.
I could hear her place her hand on the glass of my tank and sigh.
"Nobodies around at the moment." My Father stated. Both parents made a 'Hm' sound.
"What now?" My Mother gritted out. Her normally cold tone showing some anger. I wasn't sure what it was directed at but given the circumstances they probably had to leave me here.
"Shit, we have to go." My Father's hand made a light thud sound against the glass of the tank and I slowly opened my eyes. They looked remorseful, something I hadn't seen ever. When they noticed my eyes had opened they smiled at me. That was rare, normally reserved for when I proclaimed a great victory over a difficult foe or when I had managed to make them laugh. Not a lot of chances to do that these days now that we were all in separate squads.
"So you're awake." My Father stated. I nodded my head in affirmation. "Good, and you can hear us." I nodded again. Both my parents touched the buttons on their scouters and removed them. My Mother started to speak shortly after.
"Sadala, my son. I am so proud of you. You are becoming a ruthless and efficient warrior. Despite starting out weak at birth, you have proven that you belong among the elites of our race. Which only makes sense, since you are royalty." My eyes widened.
I started to try and talk only to be reminded that I had a respiratory device attached to my face. Bubbles formed around my mouth and floated up before dispersing. My Father chuckled.
"I know, I was surprised when she told me to. To think my boy is Prince Vegeta's cousin."
WHAT?! My mind was swimming. What does this mean for me? Why was it kept secret for so long? Why are they telling me now?
"Listen, Sadala. I know you have questions, I'll answer them all when we get back. In case we don't, just know that I am King Vegeta's ha-" She was cut off by a message blaring over the speakers. The sudden shock of being royalty should have lasted longer, but my body was still recuperating, so I was quickly losing consciousness again. My parents looked at each other and put their scouters back on, reactivating them before looking back at me.
"We love you Sadala. Become the strongest, take what's rightfully yours and live a fulfilling life with Honour and Pride." My Mother of all people was the one to say these words. I had never heard her say she loved me before. Didn't think I needed to. My Father laughed.
"We are proud of you son. Live well."
Wait, what do you mean? If you come back? No yo- you will. You're strong! Why are you talking to me like you're leaving for good?! I couldn't keep hold of consciousness for any longer. The last thing I saw was their departure from my room.
Darkness.
Why do I keep coming back here. I want to see my parents.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. It was strange. Normally, Saiyans have no problem being separated from their parents. Most of us were sent as babies to planets with weak inhabitants in order to test whether or not we were strong enough to survive and fight. We'd conquer the planet within the first few years of our lives and be collected once we either conquered and subjugated the denizens of a planet, or completely annihilated them all together. Maybe this dream had something to do with my emotions being out of flux.
My thoughts were interrupted when the darkness parted for a flicker in the distance. I followed the only light source, hoping it would be my way out of this reoccurring nightmare. As I got closer, it got brighter, as to be expected. The only thing that gave me chills was that the darkness around me was getting worse, or denser. The brighter the flame, the darker the shadow I suppose. I couldn't see what was in the dark but it was like it was following me.
Suddenly, my vision shifted, and I was sitting with my family. I had a few kids, and a wife. A mix of boys and girls my kids were rascals, like their Father. Two of them in particular took after me in regards to getting into trouble at school, albeit for less extreme reasons then I did.
My wife, she was breathtaking. I could remember the day we met. She pulled me out of the gutter. It took me a long time to trust her but she put up with me. Showing me nothing but compassion and love. I nearly drove myself mad with the fear of losing her over something stupid and irrational. I spent a long time getting my head right, and she and I left the city I had lived in my whole life to start anew. For the first time in my miserable life I was happy.
But nothing ever lasts forever. Especially not for me.
My old associates had hunted me down, saying I owed them. I offered them whatever I could give, which wasn't much, to make them leave me and my family alone. They demanded I do one last job for them. Though I could not remember the exact details of what the job was, I do remember that it would likely end in my death.
As I went through the dream I found myself enraptured and forgetting my Saiyan heritage. I believed unquestionably that I was a human. Even if I just barely believed that to be possible.
I survived the job, barely, and returned home after sending confirmation of my success. I found it strange that no debrief was given but I decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and enjoy the fact that for now they seemed to be disinterested in contacting me any further. So I went home.
Home. That's where the darkness is. Where there should be love and comfort and joy, there was death, despair, sorrow, and grief. I held my families broken bodies in my arms as my old boss explained the situation. I was too much of a liability. I knew too much and they believed that I would have told my family things about their operation. It was a load of bullshit and I said as much. Even though I wanted to die, I still managed to stab the fucker in his face. Shortly after, they shot me in the head. As the bullet entered my brain I could feel my life fading, but a new life forming at the same time. Almost instantly, the memories of my life as a Saiyan flooded my mind. I remembered everything about my current life.
Right up to the moment my parents left to answer the call of duty.
My eyes flung open and my heart was pounding. What the fuck just happened? I was in a state of duress. So much so I almost missed the beeping sound the Restoration Tank makes when it's occupant had fully recovered. Once I realized that I began to delve into my training. Controlling my senses, reducing the loud beeping to a quiet hum. Despite it being more difficult being attached to a respiratory device, I still manage to do some breathing exercises.
Saiyan's definitely don't know how to do this. Though they knew the exercises necessary to help control their Ki, Saiyans did not practice emotional stability. I concluded that what I was doing was definitely apart of whatever the hell that dream was about, but pushed those thoughts to the side as I calmed down.
Removing the breathing apparatus from my mouth I pressed a button on the inside of the tank to drain it of the fluid, which I was remembering was a mix of liquids with synthetic DNA of the current occupant. The word Bacta Tanks popped into my head and I didn't know why.
Within a few seconds the tank was fully drained and the door opened. I stepped out, fully in the nude, dripping wet all over the floor. I shook my self to get as dry as possible before leaving the room. My Mother and Father hadn't returned so I assumed I'd have to find somebody else to figure out what was going on.
Stepping out in to the hall way I found myself surprised to hear... well nothing. Save for the common whirring of machines and engines involved with the ships functions. The ship seemed to be almost too quiet as I walked down the hall at a steady pace. I looked into a few rooms and offices as I passed by and nobody seemed to be around.
"Where is everybody?" When I pondered the location of the rest of the Frieza Force and Saiyans that were supposed to be on this ship, I found myself slightly startled by my voice. I was young, though my voice was still somewhat deep and gruff. It had the tell tale signs of a teenager going through puberty. I couldn't fathom why that startled me.
"Was I really expecting the voice I had in that dream?" I shook my head. Again, that wasn't important right now. My instincts were telling me something was off, so I kept moving, keeping my guard up. My fists were clenched and my muscles were tense, waiting for an attack. Hell, part of me was hoping for one.
My first stop was the armoury. I needed to get a set of armour and a scouter. Then grab some some food from the mess hall and see if the ship was actually deserted. Seeing as how the fog I was suffering from in the tank was now gone, I remembered where everything was. The armoury wasn't too far from the med bay so I arrived there pretty quickly. The lockers we had were mostly empty, save for a few. It looked like everybody had left in a hurry and took all they could. I sighed as I moved to my locker and saw that it was untouched. Pressing the button, the door opened and inside was a new set of armour in my favourite style, and an amber scouter. A holographic projection of what I currently looked like was placed next to me so I could properly ascertain how I presented.
Again, I nearly jumped out of my skin, knowing that the projection was supposed to show myself but I almost didn't recognize myself. For the briefest of moments I thought a complete stranger was being displayed, but after the initial shock my features became familiar.
Seriously what the hell is wrong with me?
I was a bit shorter for my age, waiting on another growth spurt. My skin was a darker tone from all the hours spent training under the red sun of Planet Vegeta. Well and the suns of other planets I've conquered. Looking down a bit I remembered that I wasn't doing too shabby on the growth, which was nice, and my tail was a bit longer in length then an average Saiyan. I found it strange how my tail was brown, but my hair was black. My mind quickly remembered it was like that for all Saiyans, and was likely due to our fur when becoming Oozaru meets somewhere in the middle of that shading. Speaking of my hair, it was longer then my fathers but shorter then my mothers and some what curly. I styled it into a long black mohawk with two thick bangs, one shorter then the other, hanging over my forehead. My eyes were as onyx as every other Saiyans eyes and I clearly got my parents good looks. Lucky me.
With the armour still off, I noticed how well built I was. I was lean, but had pretty good muscle for my age. The countless hours of training and combat really paid off. I flexed and did a few poses, happy with what I was seeing. I noticed as I was inspecting myself that I had only faint scars that weren't very noticeable on my body. I remember I've been fortunate to have always been brought to a Regeneration Tank before any of my wounds could leave a nasty scar. I'm sure that won't always be the case however, which is fine by me.
Satisfied, I donned the armour left in my locker. I had a pair of purple tight pants for my legs. My armour was black with the reinforced straps and stomach cover being red. I too had fingerless gloves with a gauntlets around my wrists, both black, while the accents were red. My boots were black and red as well leaving my arms exposed. I had the skirt/crotch protection as well following the colour scheme.
While I was donning my armour a thought about my dreams occurred to me. In my human life, I knew about this concept called reincarnation. I contemplated it for a minute and remembered the idea would be based on a thing called Karma. Basically if you put good into the universe, good will follow. Same with doing evil. When you die, depending on how you lived, you'd be reincarnated into a new life. That life could be bad or worse. If this was true, then the majority of my human life was a trial to earn my spot as a Saiyan. My mediocrity near the end was the reason why I was born low-class despite having elite warriors for parents. Though I guess everything does even out, considering I'm royalty.
One problem with this theory though is that you aren't really supposed to remember your past life. So maybe this is all a vision of someone else and their struggle? I've never heard of Earth before that dream much less humans. I do know of a race of beings that allegedly can see the future.
"I think they were called Kannassian? Kanassasasins? Whatever I'll figure it out later. Need to find out what's going on now." After declaring my next course of action I grabbed the controller for my Attack Ball, which was also referred to as a Saiyan pod given we designed the technology, and headed to the mess hall. When I entered the hall again I tapped the scouter as I headed down the corridor. It buzzed for a minute before beeping to inform me nobody was around.
"Okay, what the hell is going on." I decided to pick up the pace so I started sprinting to the mess hall. I saw most of the food stores were gone, save for maybe one ration that could last me a day at most. "Damn it!" I slammed my fist through a counter, destroying it completely as I grabbed the food and, opened it up, and ate a quarter of the container in one gulp. I resealed it for later and kept running despite being hungry still.
Eventually I made my way to the Main Deck. I figured maybe my scouter was wrong or maybe there would be bodies at the helm. If we were attacked and the attackers were led away that would make sense. Alas, nobody was there to be found. I sighed. This ship was very large. I couldn't just take it on my own, I'd need at least a crew of fifty people, bare minimum to operate it. That would still be spreading it thin. I sighed, deciding to leave for another planet, maybe one of the Frieza planets or Planet Vegeta itself.
Heading towards the hangar is when I started to see the blood. Then after running for a few minutes... bodies.
Saiyans, all of them. They were massacred. Their broken bodies, torn to shreds and scorched, the tell tale signs of Ki blasts. Some even had holes drilled into their torso, or missing limbs... some were decapitated.
My knuckles were white and my teeth were uncomfortably grinding against each other. I was angry, but also scared and upset. I tried only letting the anger show as to not give any satisfaction or display of weakness to any hidden assailants.
As I got closer to the Hangar, the bodies of Frieza Force members were starting to show up. What was odd is all their wounds were basically the same as the Saiyans.
Did they kill each other? Or did something attack us? I suddenly remembered my scouter was capable of accessing logs on the ship so I started hitting the button, cycling through whatever information I could find.
Sure enough, there was a point where a fight broke out among the crew, though it started off camera so I don't know why. In the middle of the brawl, which wasn't a friendly sparring session between three lower-class Saiyans and two more elite Frieza Force members, our ship was boarded by an unidentified boarding party. Shortly after the attack broke out the logs were cut off.
I quickly veered off course to go to the security room. I wanted to see if there was footage of the assailants. Again, bodies were every where, but the closer I got to the security room, the less bodies there were. Eventually there was only blood splattered on the walls and floor until there was only smears, like somebody was dragging themselves against the wall. A singular trail of blood on the floor leading right to the security door. When I looked at the door in question, I saw that there was a message written in blood that read:
GO TO YOUR SHIP
That isn't ominous in the slightest bit. I decided to go in the room anyway.
When the doors slid open I was greeted with the sight of the slumped, mangled body of my Father in the security chair.
"Fuck." The vortex of emotions welling up inside of me threatened to burst out at any given moment. Tears formed in my eyes but I blinked them away. I needed to stay focused. If I lost my composure and let my guard down, I'd be opening myself to attack. He would want me to soldier on. Taking a heavy laboured breath I focused my mind as best I could on what I had come here to do. He was dead, and there was nothing I could do for him. I just had to keep telling myself that.
I input the commands necessary into the console my Father was sitting in front of and watched as the display came to life with the footage of what happened moments prior. The aforementioned scuffle happened in a corridor where the cameras had a blind spot. I couldn't tell, but it looked like The Frieza Force attacked the Saiyans, who put up a decent fight all things considered. When everybody was responding to the commotion, a boarding craft drilled through the hull of our ship. Just as it opened up to unload it's troops, the footage cut off. I got the briefest glimpse of what looked like a mechanized man. The surprise attack these things had was probably why I didn't see any destroyed in the halls. Or maybe they collected the parts to rebuild. Either way I needed to get off this ship.
I attempted activating the cameras again but unfortunately they seemed to be malfunctioning. Which probably meant there was a virus in our system. No way for me to determine if there was a safer route to the hangar or if there were any enemies left on the ship. I was about to leave when I regarded my Father one last time.
Something I hadn't noticed the first time I saw him was that his hands were resting on the chairs arm rests. However, both hands were curled up save for the index fingers, which were pointed downward. His eyes were also looking at something. Looking at the ground I didn't see anything immediate, so I sighed and crouched. I looked under his seat, and under the desk... ah. There it is. Reaching underneath I retrieved the device that my Father undoubtedly left for me.
"A data slate? What's so important about this Father?" The question wasn't if a data slate could be useful at all, it was more about why this one. Why did he die in this room in a chair rather then fighting... for this?
I studied him for a brief moment before I realized I couldn't bare to look at him in his state anymore. I opened the data slate and turned it on. It still worked. The slate had all the basic information our forces needed for conquering the galaxy. Info on the different types of biome, the best ways for to survive in each, how to operate various craft in the Frieza Force with an even more rudimentary understanding of how to operate commandeered space craft should the need arise. Along with that however was more detailed info on various alien species yet to be encountered. Looked like it was out next targets maybe? Then there was patch notes on our latest scouter update. It allowed for the detection of artificial life?
After skimming through a few more documents it became clear to me this wasn't the standard issue data slate handed to new recruits. He had made this for me. In case I needed to survive on my own.
Pocketing the data slate I let a few tears fall for my Father. He earned it with his sacrifice. I closed his eyes and lifted his body over my shoulder. I would not leave him here to rot in space. Once I had steadied my Father's corpse on my shoulder, I tapped my scouter. The freshness of the bodies and the time stamp on the security footage and logs confirming, that this all happened twelve hours ago. I wasn't going to chance getting ambushed.
It only took moments for the scouter to pick up one life sign. I didn't even think to ask why only one and just decided to head away from it. The thing appeared to be patrolling the opposite end of the ship from where I was, which was also away from the hangar. I breathed a sigh of relief. As much as I wanted to take my anger out on something right now, I didn't want to waste my life on something that could take on this whole platoon, including my Father.
As I made my way to the hangar, I could suddenly hear metal foot steps echoing through the halls behind me. That gave me reason to fly so I shortened the distance between me and the hangar within seconds. Upon arriving, I noticed there were several robots that were destroyed. Their pieces were being placed in piles, probably by the remaining automaton. Quickly, I placed my Father down on the ground near my Attack Ball. I knew I wouldn't be able to take him with me, so I opted to blow up the ship with a Ki blast, given the shields were definitely down if the systems were barely working. The only thing that seemed to be staying on was the simulated atmosphere. Anyway, that would cremate my Saiyan brethren, giving them a proper send off.
Not to mention destroying this robot.
I had to admit, seeing the destroyed bodies of the mechanical intruders gave me encouragement to stand and fight. There wasn't anything I determined to be remarkable about them, so I used my scouter to scan their wreckage, to see if it could identify a place of origin.
It was a pinkish red with a grey face plate on it. I swore I had seen images of these things before, but the memory escaped me. My scouter beeped to inform me that these ones in particular were Manhunters, originating from planet Oa. Strange, I knew of Oa, but I didn't know much about them and their Green Lantern Corps. Every sector of Space Lord Frieza controls is normally not within their jurisdiction, so they stayed out of his way. However, he does tend to encroach in their territory and take planets here and there. We were certain we'd be going to war with them in the next few years. The only things we were ever taught as Saiyan Warriors was to never fight more then one on your own. Always outnumber them or surprise attack them. At all costs attempt to rake the eyes. The mid-class to elite-warriors apparently have an easier time of dealing with them, but it is ill advised for low-class warriors to fight.
These Manhunters on the other hand were replaced by aforementioned Corps. Apparently they destroyed a large sector of space after going crazy and now hunt all life with total prejudice. I shook my head. I needed to get out of here before that thing found me.
Pressing the button on my scouter, my Attack Ball activated and opened it's hatch. Right as I was about to get in I noticed the metal footsteps halted.
The hair on my now stiffened tail stood on end as did the hair on my neck and arms as my instinct to move took over and back flipped out of the way of a beam of some sort. It was right as I evaded that my scouter started acting up. By the time I landed on my feet the scouter exploded. I turned to my attacker and saw it was not the same as all the other destroyed bots. This one had a silver-esque alloy with purple lights and eyes. It's face, if it could be called that, resembled an organic face, similar to a Saiyans, minus the skin, or muscle, or bone. It looked like it was brutalized and made to walk around like that. It was only slightly unnerving, mainly because I was expecting a grey face plate with a red torso and head. This thing most certainly wasn't a Manhunter.
So what was it and who if anyone, sent it?
"Species identified: Saiyan." it raised it's hand, which opened up into an obvious weapon of some kind.
"Authorized Actions: Assimilate to library." I got into a defensive stance and began shouting, calling forth my latent Ki. A magenta aura enveloped me as I prepared for a fight.
"All will belong, to Brainiac."
A/N: Okay, I don't normally put two notes in one chapter but some clarification on something.
If his dream sequence and lapsed memory reminds you of an Iseki, that's the point. It isn't one in the truest sense of the word. There were no trucks, no teenage death, honestly, not sure if most would consider it an Iseki as the story unfolds but this won't come up that often except for some key moments. Main reason for that is I don't want that to be a constant thing hanging over the character's existence. For whatever reason, the only problem I have with Iseki anime is when they focus to heavily on the fact that they know about their old lives and use that to their advantage. It makes it too easy for them and kind of spoils the immersion of this cool world somebody built only for it to be exploited by the MC and reduced to nothing. That being said, I think it can be done well, just not that way.
What did you guys think of the scouter upgrade? I always thought it was weird that energy is what the Ki users could sense, but they couldn't sense androids. I chalked it up to they can actually only sense life force, so basically somebodies spirit, but Cell being the only exception to all of this. Which is funny since 17, 18 and 20/Dr. Gero were actually Cyborgs, making them basically like Cell in the sense they have biological matter and mechanical components comprising their beings. Besides, with all the robotic enemies in DC I figured the scouter could be a way around that and if scouter wearing characters lose them they will be at a disadvantage... sort of.
Anyway, hope you stick around, and no, not all my chapters will be this long. Peace.