Sadala Justice

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or Young Justice in any way, shape, or form. They belong to their respective owners. The only thing I own is my OC Saiyan.

Chapter 1.

DC Multiverse, Earth-16, January 4th, 2010.

Kneeling in front of his wife's grave, Kent Nelson removed the old flowers and replaced them with the fresh ones that he had grown specially. Once he was done, he gripped the handle of his cane tightly and, with great effort, hefted himself up off the ground and looked down at the headstone with a profound sadness in his eyes.

Inza Nelson

March 15, 1916 - April 28, 1998.

Loving Wife, Faithful Companion.

It had been almost twelve years since she had passed away, and no amount of time had eased the pain of her absence. Inza was his Spitfire, and when she died, he lost the best part of him. And while he'd never admit it out loud, he was lonely. Living alone in the Tower of Fate didn't help things, but even if he hadn't donned the Helmet of Fate for almost sixty-five years now, he still had a responsibility to safeguard it from those who would misuse its power, namely Lords of Chaos.

Kent was ripped from his thoughts when he suddenly felt a surge of dark magic. Turning in the direction it was coming from, he did so just in time to see a massive black cloud above him, giving off an ominous energy, as did the dark purple and red wormhole in the center. Gripping his cane in anticipation and challenge, he braced for what was next. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long as a body came falling out and crashed into the ground, causing a tremor nearly knocking him to his feet.

Holding onto the cane for support, Nelson managed to keep himself up and watched as the portal closed and vanished the moment that the body fell out. Looking back to Inza's headstone, he breathed a sigh of relief that it was undamaged. Muttering something under his breath, he turned back to the body that was lying face down on the ground and waited for them to move.

Waiting and waiting, he soon realized that he wasn't going to anytime soon. Grumbling to himself, he slowly took a cautious step forward, then another and another until he stood beside him. Gazing down at the body, he first pieced together that they weren't human, the black monkey-like tail being a big giveaway.

His arm trembling, Kent used the cane to balance himself as he crouched down. Kneeling for a second time, he mustered every bit of strength that he had to pull them onto their back, and after a few attempts, he managed to do so. Observing them, he saw that the boy was around sixteen to seventeen years old, if he had to guess. He had spiky black hair that went down to his shoulders with a few loose bangs across his forehead. His eyes closed; he had tanned skin that had a few deep bruises and open cuts that were still bleeding, either from the fall or from fighting something,

Given that he was wearing red gladiator-like armor over the black undershirt and shorts that showed off his muscular build and the scars across his arms, he got the impression that he was a warrior of some kind. And if it wasn't for the fact that it went against their beliefs, he could've easily mistaken him for a male Amazon.

Checking that he was still alive, Kent searched for a pulse and pressed his fingers against his neck. He was merely guessing and privately hoping that, due to his humanoid appearance, they would be in the same place as a human. After a few moments, he found one in his neck, but it was much quicker than it would be in a human. Unsure if that was normal for whatever his species was, he at least knew that he was still alive.

Climbing to his feet, he tapped the cane that started glowing. Letting it go, it levitated off the ground with the unconscious alien teenager and escorted him away from Inza's grave and into the Tower of Fate.

It was a couple of hours later. Waking to the warmth of a fire brushing across his face, dark eyes cracked open, only to blink in confusion when, instead of the open skies of Sadala above him, he found himself staring up at a smooth, flat surface that was unlike anything he had ever seen before; wildly contrasting the thatch roofing or cave ceilings that he was accustomed too.

Unsure where he was, he turned his head, looked around, and frowned deeper when, just like the ceiling, the rest of the room was crafted from the same strange material. Along the walls, stored away, were hundreds of small blocky things, each covered with what looked like leather. There were also thin, rolled-up, dusty white objects that hadn't been touched in a while.

Finally, his eyes landed on the one thing that he recognized. Like everything else in the strange room, the design was unlike anything he had ever seen: a fireplace. But rather than being in the center of the room, it was built into the wall and crafted from stone or something that resembled stone but much smoother and white instead of grey. The logs burned inside what looked like a tiny doorway.

Just above the fireplace, his eyes landed on an old woman smiling. Taken aback by her appearance—not just because she was no Saiyan but also because she had no legs—he guessed that she was the one who brought him here. "Who are you? And what is this place?" he demanded. He scowled and narrowed his eyes when she said nothing and continued smiling at him. "You deaf?!"

"No, but she is dead."

Looking in the direction of the voice, the Saiyan watched as an old man stepped out of the shadows. He had grey hair slicked back, blue eyes—the first he had ever seen such a color—and the strangest grey outfit he had ever seen that didn't look like it would offer much protection, if any. He was leaning on a wooden cane with a golden handle. "So you've got her hanging up like a trophy?" he growled at him.

"...What?"

Swinging his legs around and planting them on the ground, the Saiyan climbed off the softest thing he had ever laid on. Stumbling, almost losing his footing from his lightheadiness, he willed himself through it as he glared at him. "Did it make you feel powerful killing the old woman?" He spat as an invisible pressure started cracking the ground around him.

"Alright, settle down, kid." The old man told him sharply. "First off, I didn't kill my wife. Secondly, that's a picture."

"..A picture?" The Saiyan repeated, testing out the strange name. "Is that what you call your trophies?" He sneered, demanding an answer.

The old man stared incredulously. "...You've never seen a picture before?" And when the teen narrowed his eyes further, he groaned. "Geez, kid, where are you from?" He asked rhetorically, and when he went to retort, he gestured to the framed painting. "It's not really my wife up there, but a painting I had commissioned many years ago. " Seeing that he was still just as confused, he sighed and massaged his throbbing forehead. "Do you know what water is?"

"You trying to be funny?"

Despite the aggression, the old man continued. "I'll take that as a yes. Think of it like seeing your reflection in the water, but instead of water, an artist... a person used paint to create this image." He explained to the alien caveman as best he could. "As I said, it's not my wife, but just a picture of her. It's a pretty common practice on Earth. They are a way to express our fondness for the people or scenes that we love."

"...I see." The Saiyan uttered quietly under his breath, processing everything. "And where on Sadala is Earth? Better yet, what are you? You and your wife aren't Saiyan's."

Arching a brow, the old man inquired. "Saiyan. Is that what your species is called?" And when he got a nod, he went on. "And Sadala, I'm guessing that's the name of your world." Not needing a confirmation, he sighed. "I'm going to be blunt with you, kid; you're a long way from home."

"Meaning?"

"You're not on Sadala anymore. Technically, you're on Earth."

With a deep frown, the Saiyan questioned. "Earth? And what do you mean, technically?"

"It's not important." He said, brushing off the question. "And Earth is the name of the planet you were transported to." The old man revealed to the Saiyan, who frowned further. "Which wasn't of your own doing." He concluded, gauging his reaction. "What's the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

Staying silent at first, the Saiyan eventually answered. "Fighting in Rootaba,"

"Rootaba? And fighting who?"

The Saiyan still explained. "The province near Vegeta, the capital. And I was fighting Saiyan's."

"Why?"

"Because they're evil." The Saiyan declared flatly, speaking like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Bandits were attacking a small village in Rootaba that was undefended since none of the villagers were warriors, at least not from what I saw. Anyway, I was in the area when I saw the explosions and decided to deal with them."

Offering a trim look, the old man made a passing remark. "So, you're a hero in your world then?"

"I'm no hero; I just don't get my kicks by raping and pillaging." The Saiyan grunted, crossing his arms in offense as he looked away. "Anyway, I killed the three bandits that were attacking the village and killing the people there for their twisted amusement. They were weak, which was likely why they attacked in the first place, but I guess I missed one. The last thing I remember was someone hitting me from behind; then I woke up here."

Rubbing his chin in thought, the old man murmured. "I see. Well, kid, it looks like we might have a common enemy. Whoever it was that teleported you here has a powerful connection to dark magic, powerful enough to break through the tower's defenses and transport you inside. Although, if they can open a portal into the tower, why send you here? Why not just break in themselves if that was their goal?"

"Beats me." The Saiyan shrugged indifferently. "And I have no idea what this magic is, but whoever they are, they will regret blindsiding me." He swore through a deep scowl.

Regarding him for a moment, the old man searched him for any sign of deceit. "Well," He began, confident that he was being honest with with. "Since it looks like I'm stuck with you, or at least until I get sick of the sight of you and toss you out of here, we should probably get the introductions out of the way, kid. I'm Kent Nelson, and this is my home. The Tower of Fate."

"Tarro," The Saiyan introduced himself. "Old man."

Kent let out a small snort of amusement. "Damn, brat."

And cut! Here is the first chapter of Sadala Justice; I hope you all enjoyed the introduction chapter, even if nothing happened. It's been a long time since I attempted a Dragon Ball Z x Young Justice crossover, but after buying and watching the Young Justice series, I thought I would write up a story. Only this time, I'm not using the Future Warrior from Xenoverse, but rather just a regular Saiyan.

If you've read my Legacy of Sadala fic, you know I've already used a Saiyan from Sadala. Still, I love using an ancient Saiyan rather than one from planet Vegeta since there is so much you can do with them. Only Tarro comes from a time before Shallot and Giblet, so he doesn't know what something as basic as a picture is. In his time, they were still writing on stone in caves.

To make it more fun, I also use comic feats for the DC side rather than the power scaling from the Young Justice universe/show, which is naturally much lower/weaker than the comics.

Anyway, let me know what you all thought.