Initiation

Initiation

Easy Quest

Requirement: Must be a Saiyan or Half-Saiyan.

Reward: 1,000 zeni and a Third Class Commendation.

You may be a member of the Saiyan Army now, but you have a long way to go before you can prove yourself, runt. King Vegeta has a simple task for you to test your ability. We want to resale a nearby planet, Tranex. Go there with your squad, wipe them out, and reclaim the planet in the name of the King.

“What a fancy sword you have their boy,” a large masculine man poked the boy in the chest eyeing the longsword on Gohan’s back. The man stood at least a foot taller than Gohan and with muscles twice as large. “Mind if I take a few swings with it?” It was not so much a question, but a warning. The large brute brought his hands to each side of his face. He forcefully twisted his head to the left, cracking the bones in his neck; an attempt to make himself seem more menacing.

“Be my guest,” Gohan reached behind his back and gripped onto the hilt of his longsword. With a swift vertical swing, he unsheathed his sword and brought it down upon the Saiyan’s face, stopping only inches away from the man’s face. Gohan spun the sword around, the hilt of the sword now pointing up. “Here you go chief,” Gohan smirked as he saw the expression on the man’s face. It certainly wasn’t the same confident look he had when he stopped the foreign warrior from entering the pub.

“Right then,” The brutish man extended his reach and grabbed a hold of the sword. “You going to let it go punk?”

“I just want to make sure you have a good grip on it,” The large man replied with a scowl. “You sure you don’t want to use two hands?”

“Screw you boy!” The man shouted as he yanked the sword from Gohan’s hand. The sword, along with the man, fell straight to the dirt covered sidewalk. The brute slowly rose to his feet, slowly pulling the sword up off the ground. Anyone could tell he was having a hard time lifting the weapon. “What the hell is with your sword?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

There was nothing supernatural about the sword, the only differences between the sword Gohan carries and the blades currently in use are the materials. It was once a normal longsword, but over time Gohan had weighted the sword to add to his own personal training, with only one arm he needed as much power as he could get. The hilt was imbued with a fossilized onyx resin from the core of a powerful volcano. It was an extremely dense substance that added fifteen kilos to the weapon, making the hilt in and of itself a dangerous object. The steel was wrapped in a tri-carbon alloy used only as the exoskeleton of many of the androids yet to come. It is a very dense metal, extremely tough and wears out very slowly. Though only three thin layers were forged around the blade, it increased the weight of the sword by another thirty-five kilos.

“Don’t be such a pansy.” Gohan pinned the flat part of the blade between his palms and shot his arms upward. The hilt of the sword slammed hard against the jaw of the Saiyan, breaking several bones in his face and sending him falling backwards into the pavement. “You have not earned the right to hold such a weapon.” Gohan raised the sword above and behind his head and dropped it into its sheath. He then entered the pub.

On the other side of the street stood a highly amused Saiyan Elite who, after flicking away his cigarette, followed Gohan into the pub.

(WC: 554)

Having only been on this planet for a week, Gohan found certain things strange to him. He had to be warry when speaking as his knowledge of the universe was more advanced than anything anyone had heard before. There were also significantly more males on this world than on Earth, with a ratio of 5 : 1 rather than 1 : 1. Most of the population had also seemed to have seen their share fare of battles; with scarred faces and muscular physiques, the general population was much more intimidating than that of Earth. Gohan had found out that the planet he had been transported to was Vegeta, home world of the Saiyans.

When he had first learned of the planet’s name, Gohan was surprised. In his timeline, the planet was destroyed long before he was even born. The very act of him traveling to the past seemed to have changed the universe so much already. However, his very reason for using the blood ritual given to him by an old wizard was not to travel to Vegeta, but to save Earth from a terrible menace. He had to find his way back home.

“Hey slick,” A voice from behind Gohan called out. Hating when people forced their nicknames onto him, he ignored it. “So you think your some kind of bad ass huh?” The man sat on the bar stool next to the warrior from the future and slapped a large mug onto the bar. Gohan continued to ignore the man, but noticed the silence that befell the room. These men, these brutish warriors of men, were genuinely scared of this single person.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you!” The stranger demanded as he grabbed a hold of Gohan’s shoulder.

With no hesitation, Gohan shot up off his stool and reached behind his back to draw his sword, but to no avail. He pulled on it a second time, yet it was still tightly in its sheath. The half Saiyan looked behind him to see the man’s hand holding down the hilt of the blade. For the first time since he had arrived on the planet he was impressed.

“Who are you,” Gohan asked as he turned his gaze toward the man sitting next to him.

“About time I get a reaction out of you.” The man said with great enthusiasm. “I am Lieutenant General Kraut, A Saiyan Elite within the King’s army.”

“Good to know.” Gohan turned back to the half empty mug in his hands and took a swig.

“I noticed your little stunt just outside the bar earlier, and I must say I was rather impressed.” Gohan responded simply by raising his mug. “We could use someone of your skills in the military.”

“Not interested.”

“Hang on, I wasn’t done yet. As I understand it you have been looking for a way to get to Earth correct?”

Gohan’s interest was piqued. He had been asking many people about a way to travel to Earth by other means than by ship. He couldn’t afford to waste the months it took to travel thousands of lightyears; he had to get there soon, the universe was at stake. “Im listening.”

“Good,” Datura responded with a pat on the back. “You help me in this little escapade and I will tell you a way you can get to the Earthling planet.”

(WC: 563)

It had been two days since the Saiyan space pod had crashed upon the Earth like planet with the rest of its squad. There were six ships in total, none landing more than a hundred meters from another. The trip itself was boring, even more so than Gohan had first anticipated. Tranex was only a few days trip, but the lack of room within the ship made the end of each day seem just out of reach. With Gohan being the only non-military squad member of the group, he was stuck with the busted ship whose vacuum suspension was on the fritz and radio that only worked when one of the two suns flared up.

All that didn’t matter now. As they camped out for their second night, the squad gathered around the fire, reminiscing about past adventures and the ‘good ol’ days’. Gohan, being the new recruit, simply sat by himself along the ridge of a large ravine with only a small fire to keep him company.

The night was cold, but he couldn’t deny that the crisp air felt good on his open wounds. Gohan thought he had a good taste of what it meant to have strength, but for some reason his power seemed insufficient in the current timeline. The local people of Tranex had given him a run for his money. Giving and taking blows in kind. If it were any more than two at once, he was overpowered.

On the other hand, the soldiers who were with him seemed to have an easier time with the enemy. It baffled him as judging by their behavior, they were on the lowest ring of power. Just what was going on? Did traveling through time weaken him? It couldn’t have, he could still wield his weapon with relative ease. In fact, the Saiyan race should have been wiped out long ago, but here they were, killing off entire populations just to make some money. By traveling in time did the past create a stronger future? Could time really be that fickle?

(WC: 343)

The weight of the sword was beginning to take its toll on the warrior from the future. He hadn’t had to trek such long distances with it strapped to his back before. The squad had been traveling for nearly three days now, all on foot due to the thick canopy covering the forest floor.

The Saiyans had tracked the last group of Tranexians to this forest; a large and seemingly endless assault of shrubbery, where getting lost is commonplace. Gohan led the group as he was most adequate when navigating through the dense forest. Gohan had developed tracking skills from his time scavenging for food after the androids had destroyed all of civilization. Back then, or rather, in that future, successfully capturing your prey was all that stood between living for another day and suffering from a most agonizing death.

Naturally the rest of the squad questioned his skills, but once Gohan had spotted several broken twigs with a few drops of blood, they quickly shut their mouths.

“Something doesn’t seem right here,” Gohan remarked as he crouched down and grabbed a handful of dirt. “This area has recently been resoiled.”

“And?” The thin and lanky Saiyan asked, annoyed that they had stopped.

“And do you see any reason for them to dig up the area?” Gohan tossed the dirt in front of him. He wasn’t sure what was waiting for them, but he was certain it was a trap. Even if they were physically weaker the locals knew the forest far better than they and that was a deadly advantage.

“So what,” One of the soldiers brushed off his warning with a snarky attitude, “maybe they just wanted to plant some flowers.” The soldier passed by Gohan with little hesitation.

“Stop!” But before Gohan could react, a concussive blast shot forth from just in front of him.

The freshly churned dirt flew up in all directions. A large wave of kinetic energy sent Gohan, the other squad members and everything else around them flying backward with incredible force. The blast had dazed him just enough so that he could feel the trunks of several trees shatter across his back just before passing out.

(WC: 364)

Gohan slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurred. He could make out two Tranexians talking to his right, in the corner of the room. As his vision slowly returned he could see that he was in a large white medical tent. Over near the two guards was his sword, lying on the ground. There was also a trail carved into the dirt that led from his bed to where the sword was laying; obviously no one was strong enough to lift it up off the ground fully.

“Is he awake?” One of the men asked glancing toward Gohan.

“Looks that way,” The other responded with a grunt.

Both the creatures walked over to him, in order to examine their captured pursuer closer. As they neared, Gohan struggled to free himself, but he was bound far too tight to even gather up the momentum to break free.

“You won’t be able to break free that easily Saiyan.” The Tranexian scoffed as he drew a scalpel from a nearby tray. “This here, is my buddy. He and I will find out just what your weaknesses are. If you happen to feel like talking, we might decide to make your death quick.”

The creepy Xeno touched the blade of the tool to Gohan’s cheek. The blade was cold as it ran down across his face. The pain was nothing he couldn’t handle; such a sharp instrument meant for slicing was far less painful than some other alternatives.

Then it happened, a blast of crimson light lit up the tent walls. Screams of terror could be heard throughout the campsite.

“Doc,” The guard busted into the tent. “A couple of the Saiyans have managed to escape and are now killing everyone! We must get you-“ He paused as a yellow light filled the inside of the tent.

A large yellow ball of ki had formed in the palm of the future warrior. His hands were bound together just above his head, allowing his ki to flow in such a way that allowed him to use his signature attack.

“MASENKO!” Gohan shouted as the orb of yellow energy shot from his hands, burning clear through the straps that had tied him down.

Gohan rolled to the side of the tent and grabbed a hold of his sword. With a quick spin he got back up onto his feet and in a blur of white and blue he slit the throat of the guard and brought the tip of his sword to the doctor’s chest.

“Never hesitate.” Were the only words from the half breed’s mouth before he plunged the sword through the Tranexian’s chest.

It wasn’t long before the resistance was quelled and their job complete. Three squad members died that day, including the one who was stupid enough to step on the mine. The remaining few had no doubts about the qualifications of the half Saiyan warrior from the future.

(WC: 487)
(TOTAL WC: 2188)