Dragonball UC
Before I start this, a short rant. I need to make a few things clear. I have tried to write before and lost heart in it due to no responses after the second chapter. I am aware my writing style is poor, my grammar sucks and I can clutter things up. I’ve never studied English outside of high school. I write because I love telling the stories that I think up in my head, any constructive assistance is more than welcome and would be greatly appreciated. My Chapters wont be huge, i cant write huge content so i hope theres enough to keep people wanting to read.
Some may recognise similarities in the plot to an RPG I loved, as well as the character though I’m going to try taking it in a new Direction.
Prologue - 15 Years ago
“Almost 500 years have passed since the time of the first Saiyans” said the woman softly. Her young son cuddled up on the sofa beside her, struggling to keep his eyes open in the dimming light given off by the fireplace. She preferred to read to him like this. She thought of the lights and heating systems as being too artificial and lifeless in comparison to the warm flame dancing in front of them.
“Over the centuries the bloodlines of these first few have spread, sometimes naturally…”
She paused to stroke the child’s head, messing his short brown hair slightly, and smiling as he shifted to get more comfortable.
“….other times it was a little more complicated” she finished with a hint of sadness.
“Despite the time though, and how diluted the bloodline must be it is still present today, their natural abilities appear every so often, but few know what it truly is they have. Only a few with the real potential of that extinct race”
She laughed softly to herself thinking about that statement. ‘Extinct’. Thanks to the efforts of certain interested parties it was starting to become more and more difficult to tell where the boundary between human and Saiyan was anymore, or if it even existed. Indeed the child huddled against her, her own son, was living proof that the mixing of the species was anything but simple.
She looked down and noticed he had already fallen asleep. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him again and kissed his head softly. She then stood and walked to the kitchen. As she entered a man looked up from his seat at the kitchen table. He was a big man and his black suit made him look severe but the kindness of his eyes diffused his intimidating stature.
“Is it time?” he asked. She simply nodded slowly, choking back the tears.
“Your doing the right thing” he said as he stood, placing a hand protectively on her shoulder. “When he wakes up he will be safe. You will be safe”
She nodded and sat down at the table, unable to face the suited man “Just go” she sobbed. “Before I change my mind.”
He smiled grimly and entered the living room. Lifting the child, letting his head rest across his shoulder and making sure the blanket he was huddled in was secure he walked out of the front door and into the waiting car.
As the car pulled away the woman sat with her head in her hands crying.
“Goodbye Gavin” she said through her tears.
Chapter 1 - Present Day
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Gavin walked down the street towards home. As he rounded the corner he smiled seeing the old fashioned appearance of Master Koji’s dojo. He knew that inside the place was immaculate, he knew this because he had spent half the day cleaning it by himself, but unfortunately the elements were not kind to the older materials favoured by his teacher and adoptive father. Where the neighbouring buildings used Plascrete and Ceremite old Koji preferred traditional Brick and Steel. Even the windows were made from real glass and the master took great pride in having the only building within 12 blocks that could say that.
As Gavin entered he could hear the familiar sounds he had heard almost every day for as long as he could remember. The sound of exertion, bare feet slapping on hardwood floors and the short sharp barks of Master Koji instructing one of his classes.
It had been a long time since Gavin himself had graduated from those classes. He was a blackbelt in 5 different forms of martial art by the time he was 15, seeming to have a natural gift for it though it was at that stage that Master Koji simply stopped his training. Apparently there was nothing more that Koji could teach him though Gavin could tell the old master was holding something back. Ever since that age though he had been content to assist the Master with the general running of the Dojo.
Peeking round the corner he could see it was one of the junior classes and he recognised a couple of the students. One or two were quite promising. He ducked back quickly hoping not to have to stand in as the training dummy again though he knew that was probably a wasted effort. It was very tough to get anything past Master Koji and more than likely the old man already knew he was home.
“Is that you Gavin?” Came Master Koji’s voice as if to confirm his point.
He sighed and moved around the corner, adopting the look of discipline and professionalism he used around the students. They were all knelt now, facing Master Koji, each disciplined enough not to look over to him. Master Koji regarded him with kind eyes. For such an imposing figure, and his obvious ability despite his age he had an easy way of making people feel welcome, disarming any hostility. He called it his greatest weapon. Much easier to stop a fight before it starts than resorting to violence.
“Is there anything I can do to assist sir?” Gavin asked, adding a bow to emphasise the respect.
The master seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if remembering something before continuing.
“It is nothing” he said with a smile, “There are some thing that need moving in the storeroom, go do that and the rest of the night is yours”
“Are you sure Master?” Gavin asked “I thought tonight we were going to get the equipment ready for tomorrow’s tournament?”
“I can do that myself” Koji said, almost a little too quickly. “Please, just see to the things in the back…..now!”
Gavin shrugged and headed behind the cash counter to the door of the storeroom. The Master usually got jumpy around this time of year. The Boudokai preliminaries for the city were tomorrow and as the local Dojo it was essentially down to them to host it. Many a time gavin had wanted to enter but the Master hadnt allowed it. Said it wasnt in the rules for Dojo staff to compete though Gavin had always had his doubts about such a ruling.
Just as he was about to enter the store-room he heard the bell above the front entrance ring. He sighed and turned. It was always a pet peeve of his to be interrupted. Sent one way while going in another, that kind of thing just got on his nerves for some reason but he managed to turn and head back out to reception.
Two men had entered and for some reason Gavin felt uneasy. He didn’t know why, they weren’t particularly big guys or overly threatening in any way they just looked out of place and their smiled reminded him of predators waiting to bare their teeth. They were both roughly his height though one seemed taller due to the near white Mohawk style haircut he sported. The other was bald and seemed a little broader across the shoulders. He sported some sort of tribal tattoo above his left eye. Both wore Navy blue suits.
“Wow this place is kooky!” exclaimed Mohawk with a grin as he span around, taking the place in with one sweeping gesture.
Tattoo seemed a little more reserved and simply nodded. “Indeed, very Old School, if you will pardon the pun” This seemed to send Mohawk into a giggling fit.
“Can I help you guys?” asked Gavin with a little impatience.
Both men regarded him as if only just noticing for the first time.
“Ah yes” spoke Tattoo, obviously the calmer of the pair, “Mr Blacque and I have heard there is a competition tomorrow, a tournament if you will?” he smiled broadly though there was no warmth in it.
“You mean the Boudokai preliminaries?” Asked Gavin reaching for the register. It was unusual for entries to be so late but surprisingly there were still spaces available.
“That’s them matey!” exclaimed Mohawk, or Mr. Blacque as his friend had referred to him. “We woulda gone straight to the main event but some bloke in a suit said we had to qualify first!!”
“The nerve!” Gavin exclaimed with more than a little sarcasm. It appeared to be wasted on him though tattoo raised his eyebrow and seemed to regard Gavin a little more critically.
“Names?” asked Gavin finding the page on the register.
“This is Mr. Blacque…” said Tattoo and he paused for Gavin to enter it “…and I am Mr. Whyte.”
Gavin stopped and looked up. “Black and White?” he asked bluntly and was answered by Blacque nodding so hard his Mohawk seemed to be threatening to come off.
He sighed, shook his head and entered the names, handing them their registry details.
“Excellent!” Whyte beamed which was accompanied by more nodding and cackled laughter from Blacque.
“Well then….” he continued “…now that’s all done we shall be off, and tomorrow we 'compete' in our 'attempt' to qualify!” He seemed to be over-emphasising, as if sharing some inside joke with Gavin and even topped it off with a wink before spinning on his heel and heading for the door.
“Mr Whyte, why is it that everyone does that when you tell them our names?” asked Mr. Blacque as they left. Gavin didn’t hear the reply.
“Who was that” asked Master Koji as he rounded the corner, seemingly in a hurry.
“Just a couple of fighters registering for the preliminaries.” shrugged Gavin as he headed off to deal with the store room. “Something wrong?”
The Master seemed tense but shook his head and smiled.
“No, its fine, tell you what, you go do as I’ve asked and once the class has left we can order take-out for dinner ok”
Gavin nodded and headed into the back room. He didn’t see the smile fade from the Masters face as he read the names on the signup sheet.
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In Chapter 2, the tournament begins!
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