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Clouds of billowing dust and smoke circled and whirled around the young Saiyan, his vision severly impaired not only by the wall of debris, but the blood that now flowed freely over his youthful face. He stood now slumped to one side, knees bent as he struggled to remain upright. One eye refused to open, as if it were glued shut by his thick warm blood. A sudden pain shot through his body and sent him to his knees. Crying in agony as he fell, he raised his head nad let out an agonizing scream. Never before had the great grandson of the legendary Goku felt this kind of pain. It did not seem real.
The dust was blown back violantly at that instant, sent twisting and bending in all directions, revealing a floating glowing figure a few feet before him. The yellow light spilled out all around him, enveloping him in its warm yet menacing embrace. His wounds cried out as they were widened and torn further, his blood beginning to float weightlessly around him instead of falling to the shattered earth.
'A pitiful sight," began the figure, "A Saiyan of such great lineage beaten within an inche of his pathetic life in less than a minute. Such a waste of my precious time."
The blinding light receeded allowing Goken to see his assailant. It was a slender young man, floating effortlessly in his loose black pants and red sweatshirt. His spikey brown hair was styled randomly about his head, not like any Saiyan he had ever seen. He simply did not look strong enough to be as powerful as he was. It just could not be real!
"Who are you?!" Goken demanded, doing his best to stand straight and appear more imposing, despite his obvious injuries. "Why have you done this?"
"I am one of many," began the young man, amused by Goken's effort to retain his already battered ego, "You and your kind will see a lot more of us in the coming days, Saiyan."
"I don't understand!" cried Goken, bowing his head as he felt the surrounding wind and light intensify. "I don't understand..."
"You don't need to." came the reply, shortly after Goken's body was disintigrated by the energy that rushed from the young assailant's hand. "We will rise again, and take our place as the dominating force of this world and all the worlds that surround it. Our time has come. We will bring ruin to all who oppose us."
A calming wind blew by, carrying with it the distinctive smell of flame and death. The youth looked to the sky and thought aloud.
'The second Android Saga has begun."
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Note to the reader: This was written on the spot based on an idea that has been brewing and festering in my mind for the past few weeks. I will write more as it strikes me. All criticism would be appreciated, as I admitably know very little of the Dragonball storyline. Inform me of inconsistancies or obvious mistakes if you see them. Thank you.
What do you guys think?
The dust was blown back violantly at that instant, sent twisting and bending in all directions, revealing a floating glowing figure a few feet before him. The yellow light spilled out all around him, enveloping him in its warm yet menacing embrace. His wounds cried out as they were widened and torn further, his blood beginning to float weightlessly around him instead of falling to the shattered earth.
'A pitiful sight," began the figure, "A Saiyan of such great lineage beaten within an inche of his pathetic life in less than a minute. Such a waste of my precious time."
The blinding light receeded allowing Goken to see his assailant. It was a slender young man, floating effortlessly in his loose black pants and red sweatshirt. His spikey brown hair was styled randomly about his head, not like any Saiyan he had ever seen. He simply did not look strong enough to be as powerful as he was. It just could not be real!
"Who are you?!" Goken demanded, doing his best to stand straight and appear more imposing, despite his obvious injuries. "Why have you done this?"
"I am one of many," began the young man, amused by Goken's effort to retain his already battered ego, "You and your kind will see a lot more of us in the coming days, Saiyan."
"I don't understand!" cried Goken, bowing his head as he felt the surrounding wind and light intensify. "I don't understand..."
"You don't need to." came the reply, shortly after Goken's body was disintigrated by the energy that rushed from the young assailant's hand. "We will rise again, and take our place as the dominating force of this world and all the worlds that surround it. Our time has come. We will bring ruin to all who oppose us."
A calming wind blew by, carrying with it the distinctive smell of flame and death. The youth looked to the sky and thought aloud.
'The second Android Saga has begun."
--
Note to the reader: This was written on the spot based on an idea that has been brewing and festering in my mind for the past few weeks. I will write more as it strikes me. All criticism would be appreciated, as I admitably know very little of the Dragonball storyline. Inform me of inconsistancies or obvious mistakes if you see them. Thank you.
What do you guys think?