AN: I don't own DC/Young Justice, nor the Dragon Ball franchise (RIP Toriyama)
Chapter 1: "Monkey Tail"
Outworld
Great King Enma, also known as Lord Enma, was busy as usual in the Other World deciding whether someone goes to heaven or hell. The unusually big red ogre, was going through his paperwork when one of his many underlings rushed in.
"Lord Enma, Sir!", the smaller blue muscle bound man yells as he runs into the office.
"HUH!", startling Enma and knocking over some of his paperwork, "What?! What is it? I'm working right now!"
"Sir, there this soul in the line that's unusually rowdy. It's causing discourse with the others in the Snake way.", the ogre answers.
"So. This isn't the first time someone was unhappy they died", Lord Enma dismisses.
"Not like this, Lord! It's like he's actually forcing himself back to life!", the ogre exclaims.
Enma goes wide-eyed and stands up, "WHAT?!", before rushing out of the office. It wasn't the first time someone has returned to life, but it was usually from outside interference, like he aloud it or through the ancient Dragon Balls.
Outside the office was seemingly limitless yellow clouds with a stone looking pathway. On the pathway was a long line of glowing white clouds, these are souls of those that died.
Enma headed down the path, passing the souls by before eventually seeing one soul fighting off his men as it headed the opposite way of his office.
He could see the cloud seemingly punch and kick his men away from it. Enma soon approaches and grabs ahold of the soul.
"Now, now, little one.", Enma soothes, "I know you are hurting, but this won't change what happened". Enma could see why the young soul was so distressed. He saw how he helped others as a hero before. He saw how he was kidnapped and tortured before dying in an explosion.
"Such things happen, child. Those who live will die. There's no escaping that", Enma tells the soul. The soul seems to calm in his grasp, almost looking like it was panting for air. "Let's get you sorted away", Enma says.
However, the soul then began to glow a green color that he recognized. The soul then vanished from this plane of existence.
"So, the boy was resurrected through a Lazarus Pit", Great King Enma says to himself, "I can only hope he doesn't suffer the same fate as Ra's al Ghul".
Earth
Talia al Ghul had just threw in the body of Jason Todd against her father's wishes. She watched as it sunk below the mystic water's surface.
The waters were bubbling as though it was a hot tub, more so then usual. It began glowing brighter and brighter, more than Talia has ever seen before. Something was going on with Jason's body more than what happens to her father, Ra's al Ghul.
Jason was experiencing a transformation due to long dormant genes being brought to the forefront from the revival. Power burst forth from his body, releasing an explosion around him, destroying this Lazarus Pit.
Talia backed away and covered herself as the pit that her father has used was destroyed from someone else swimming in its waters, something she has never seen before. The waters were all gone, leaving only the much alive Jason Todd.
She sees Jason get to his feet, but she noticed something different about him from before.
Suddenly, "Stop her and capture the boy!", she heard her father yell to the League of Shadows.
Acting quickly, Talia rushed to Jason, grabbed him by his arm, and began to run from the Shadows with Jason.
Jason was somewhat woozy from the revival, not experiencing the bloodlust and delusions like Ra's did from the Pit. He recognized Talia, along with the fact that they were running. He noticed how they were in the base of the Shadows.
"Talia? What's going on?", Jason questions her, coming more to his senses.
"Todd? There's no time to explain right now. Just know that I revived you and we need to leave.", Talia tells him as they continued to run.
Jason was soon able to run on his own and they were now going much faster than before. They exit the main base, ow to get off the island.
"This way to the plane", Talia informs. As they approach an airfield, there was a pilot, they were among the ones loyal to talia, not beheld by her father.
"This way, Mistress Talia", she states as the two board the plane.
The pilot already had the plane running so she just had to lift off. The Shadows didn't arrive to the runway till the private plane had lifted off and flew away.
Now that the two weren't being chased, Talia took the time to grab something from the back.
"Here", she says, handing Jason some clothes.
"Huh?", Jason questions, accepting them.
"Rival in the Lazarus Pit is preferred without obstructions such as clothes", Talia informs him.
Jason looked down to see his nakedness, with his willy hanging free.
"Oh", he says with a sweatdrop.
He went to put on the pants, since no underwear were provided. Jason pulled them till he got to his waist where he suddenly felt discomfort. "Huh?", he reaches behind to just above his ass where the feeling was only to feel something hairy.
"HUH?!", startled, Jason looks back behind him to see a brown furred tail, reminiscent of a monkey's.
"Yeah, I've been curious about that. That happened upon your revival, along with your hair and eyes. Such changes have never happened before", Talia informs him.
"My hair and eyes?", Jason asks before looking into a reflective wind on the plane.
His eyes were black instead of the blue he once had and his black hair was stuck in a wild spiky look swept towards his right side. He dried to comb it down but it kept bouncing back to the same position, no matter how hard he tried.
"I-- What happened to me?", Jason questions.
"I don't know, but figure that out will have to wait", Talia tells him, "First we must find a safe place from my father and there's only one place I feel is truly safe".
"And where is that?", Jason asks, he severely doubt it's Gotham.
Somewhere in the Himalayas
"So, how do you want to do this? All at one--", Jason says as he was surrounded by what looks like spears from hell, "--or do you want me to kick your butts one at a time?"
He was fully dressed in climbing gear complete with shoes, gloves and a hiking pack, his tail was tucked away to avoid attention. Talia was dressed in a more padded black outfit with similar gear also, with a pink hat drawing attention for him.
"My, aren't you the puffy little man-child", a withered old woman dressed in similar monk robes to those training their weapons at Jason. She waves and the others back away with their weapons at rest.
"My name is Ja--", Jason went to introduce himself but was cut off.
"Shush.", the old woman quiets him, "Bo before your superior, man-chaild".
Talia bowed at the waist, taking off her hat and holding it in her hands. Jason, however, was annoyed.
"I might if I ever meet one", Jason says before taking a knee and patting the old woman's head, "But I don''t do the bowing thing, Grammy".
Talia stands straight, "Jason, I wouldn't--", WHM BUMP, "Never mind".
Jason had been flipped over by his hand with the old woman twisting his arm as he lay on the ground.
"I've been doing this for three thousand years", the elder woman says, "It took you only six seconds to torque me off. that has got to be some kind of record.", she notices something, "Oh, you're still conscious, I'd thought you be out cold. No matter. You'res till useless, defenseless.", she releases him. "I can still train you to fight even when your unconscious. I can mold you into the most skilled warrior in the world. All you have to do... is not be such a yutz."
She looks to the woman that brought him here, "Seriously, Talia. What am I supposed to do with this lump of rage?"
"Admittedly, Jason is... complicated, Ducra", Talia admits.
The duo began to walk away while Jason recovered.
"I recently raised him from the dead through the Lazarus Pit", Talia shares as they walked.
"I can smell it on the boy", Ducra comments, "I am certain that went over real well with your father."
"Yes", Talia admits with shame, "But before he was murdered, Jason had the potential to be a great man. Now, I believe with the proper guidance-- That he could be even greater. he deserves the chance".
"Or he may be the death of us. The death of many", Ducra declares.
"So, No? You won't train him in the ways of the All-Caste?", Talia inquires of the ancient warrior monk.
"Of course I will", Ducra states, "The thought of leaving him to the rest of the world... is unacceptable.", with Jason now approaching them.
Months Later
Jason laid in a mystical pond in just some boxer briefs with red markings on his front torso.
"Up and at'em, pup.", Ducra says as she pulls Jason out from the pond, "I suppose I should congratulate you. the first being in a thousand years to survive the cleansing. But I still can't tell if it''s because you're worthy-- or just so damned stubborn".
Jason finally breathes, "Can't I be both?"
"Shut up already. Your people await", she commands and gestures him to get dressed.
Some of the others handed him alight grey and dark grey set of warrior robes with some bronze gauntlets and accents. they walked out of the area to see the rest of the All-Caste in the area bowing to him.
"Um... Thanks", Jason thanks akwadly.
"Wow. Really sent chills through these old bones with that soaring oratory", Ducra comments sarcastically.
"You taught me to be a fighter, old lady, not a pubic speaker", Jason responds.
"Well, on that front, you took to like a fish to water", Ducra says, "Even mastering the All-Blades".
The mystic blades of the All-Caste designed to kill any and all magic-based threats, including the likes of Amazons or the Untitled, the All-Caste sworn enemies. Sadly, it can't harm non-magic based threats. They could be powered via his blood or his soul. Also, Mastery awarded him the real All-Blades which he could summon at will, instead of only in the presence of absolute evil like before with the testing All-Blades.
Jason, though, didn't really like using the blades for some reason. Not just the swords but most of any weapon, he preferred his own fist and feet when fighting. He doesn't know why. Jason also became a battle manic, enjoying fighting more then ever before.
"Come with me. I have something that should be discussed", Ducra has of Jason.
"Hmm? Alright", Jason says and they walked to a more private area.
The duo enter a more secluded area and had a seat.
"Now then, I must tell a story of long ago...", Ducra then explains the tales of Dragon Balls and those that used them to protect the world.
Of fighters and Ki masters, of Saiyans and Namekians, of Gods and Demons, and of Angels. The story ends with someone bad finally acquiring the Dragon Balls and wishing the end of the era, wiping it from existence. The society and technology they had at the time disappeared without a trace and those who were alive then had to start over. Which is why no one knows of it, except for a select few.
"But why tell me this, Ducra? This has nothing to do with the All-Caste or the Untitled", Jason asks of the All-Mother.
"But it has to do with you", Ducra continues, "The Saiyan race were a race of warriors that mated with humans after their home planet was destroyed. Even during the Great Reset, a Saiyan hybrid existed, their blood flowing through the centuries, even now. Pure-Blood Saiyans were known to have certain characteristics; Wild dark hair that never changes, dark black eyes, and tail that looks like a monkey's. Along with a love for battle and excelling in that field".
This was when Jason paid express attention, his own tail wagging lasily behind them.
"Jason Todd, without a doubt in my mind, you are a Saiyan, reborn in modern times", Ducra declares.
'A Saiyan, huh?', Jason thought before asking Ducra, "Hey, then can you train me in that Ki stuff the other Saiyans used.
"Of course, child", Ducra agrees.
A Year Later
For the past year, Jason has used Ducra's knowledge to complete his training in Ki techniques. Learning Ki blasts and Flight, and even some Ki Beams. But Ducra only knew the basics due to the lost knowledge.
They also trained his tail, as he found out duting training that if someone grabs it he is completely paralyzed till they let go. Instead of just cutting the tail off, Jason instead trained to move passed being paralyzed.
"I have to continue my training else, All-Mother Ducra", Jason states with a bow to Ducra.
"Raise your head. I always knew you would leave one day, for one reason or another", Ducra says. One reason she meant was his displeasure at his murderer, the Joker, continuing to live and wreak havoc on the world.
"You may leave, like you always were allowed to", Ducra says, "but be warned, the Untitled may try to kill you out there and they are far more cunning than when they attack here".
"Of course", Jason grabs a massive bag of things, mostly food, a crap ton of food, "I'll miss you, ya old bag".
"Yeah, well I won't miss your attitude and eating habits. Stay safe", Ducra waves goodbye.
Jason makes his way to the exit of the Chamber of All and flies away through the Himalayan Mountains.
Chapter End
Rest in Peace, Akira Toriyama. May you have an easy journey through Other World along the Snake Way and you are welcomed with open arms by all.
AN: This chapter is a little short for my taste, but I want to get this out ASAP. I've been thinking of this story for a while now, but didn't get around to it till his passing kicked me in the pants.
Also, I figured using the dragon balls to reset the world is why no one in modern day knows about it nor didn't advance passed that.
I will explain in more detail on how he's a saiyan in later chapters. Whether or not it's believable is up to you.