DragonBallZ: When Dreams Become Reality
Chapter 2 written by Noble...
Somewhere in the desert wastelands of nowhere, a lone figure stands rooted to ground beneath him. His attire is a purple gi uniform which covers him from shoulder to toe. His upper body partly showing his muscular chest and his well built arms, muscules tensing and untensing as the cold winds softly brush him by. His gi trousers are baggy but only to a certain extent that do not cling to his legs, like tracksuit jogging bottoms. His waist covered only by a red belt that expands and adjusts to every single movement of his body. On top of his broad shoulders rests a weighted cape with shoulder pads, one could easily tell from looking at them that they were used for extensive training, or to make the person wearing them feel that they were being weighed down, gravity's invisable rope pulling at him. But the boy wearing this weighted cape doesn't move a muscule nor does he flinch, he's been used to this sort of training and no longer feels the earth's gravity pulling at him. It was now second nature for him to walk or run about like he couldn't notice the heavy padding on his shoulders, like it wasn't even there. Finally making up the last piece of his attire was a heavily weighted turban, wrapped around his forehead. The young warrior doesn't originate from India, nor does the colour of his skin suggest that. But for the purposes of harder training he felt it would be suitable for his training regime. The harder it was for him to train and move about in the environment, the stronger and faster he would become. This was basic knowledge to him now, among other things and now after 8 long years of dedication to his martial arts training and becoming stronger in body and soul he was ready to face the real world...but not before he understood the burning desire for a release of some sort. Something small was awakening within him, begging to be released. He knew it, he could feel it...
Now at the tender age of 13 and still nameless to the world, he had achieved what very few on earth could possibly do. Ever since he awoke one stormy night without any memory of who or what he was and then after discovering abilities that were considered far from normal, the warrior had devoted his life to training, becoming stronger and stronger with each passing day. No matter how many days, months or years past he would discover something new about himself. He had already mastered the ability to manipulate Ki in several ways, granting him the power to fly without wings. Most humans he had rarely seen used transportation of some kind in giant iron birds, most commonly know as aircrafts and aeroplanes. Ever since he saw them pass him by every now and then he wondered what it would be like to take to the skies and fly among the heavens on his own without the use of machinary. With a few days practice and much effort on the task at hand his training was rewarded with his ability to float about 10 feet in the air, it wasn't much of a start but it was something to be proud of.
After a day's rest and awakening to the next, he smirked half heartedly feeling stronger than before, nothing new to him now since waking everyday for 8 years after a day's training he would feel stronger than before. His strength and his speed always increased significantly but not to a dramatic amount, either way it was always satisfying none the less. Manipulating Ki in order to fly was a tedious task, unlike firing Ki blasts which was by far the easiest and quickly learned ability to master. He would train hours on end blasting at mountains of any size and fire at them repeatedly to the point of exhaustion, reducing them to rubble within a matter of minutes and then move on to the next. Years ago when he started his training he found his hands to itch and tingle, like he was suffering from pins and needles, letting off an unusual heat that grew more and more aggitating him further. At first it was frustrating to understand why his hands felt like they were burning but at the same time curious. Ironically enough the answer just presented itself when he was in the midst of a 8 hour training exercise, sparring with an invisible enemy, throwing punches and kicks in rapid succession until the sweat was pouring down his face and glistening over his well built body. A little over 8 hours later, now sweating prefusely and now breathing hard in long hoarse gasps of air, he collapsed to the ground exhausted with a heavy thud on the floor and thats when it happened...As he threw his hands back to stretch the burning in his hand left him as a projectile was shot from his palms unconciously, striking a small amount of rock reducing it to mere peebles. Upon hearing the explosion he looked at the small amount of smoke forming with wide eyes, the breath from his lungs escaping him for a few short minutes as his eyes access the damage caused by his unconcious movements. Bringing up the hand in question he eye's it with great interest as he inspects it thoroughly from the palm to the back of it, and now with the resulting shock fading he extends his arm out again infront of him and opens up the hand, fingers apart and concentrates on what little Ki he has left until a ball of energy is formed. With a heated growl of anger he mentally pushes the ball of energy away from him as it flies faster than normal eyes could detect before landing on impact and with a mild explosion on the ground metres away from where he is standing, forming another small crater. With this new revelation presenting itself to him other idea's began to swirl in his head. What other methods could using Ki blasts produce? Although they could create a huge amount of damage like his fists and legs, Ki blasts would effectly cause a huge amount of damage to the earth, possibly without doubt damage that could prove to be permanant and accurately deadly. Smirking to himself he thinks he will have to look into this new ability with greater interest once he is fully rested and back to full strength. And so he retires to the place he calls home, an area secluded by lushious greenery and the vast beauty of nature within a forest unnoticed or untouched by man's tainted hands.
As he delves further into his territory he glances round a slight smirk still etched on his stone like features, he started his life with nothing but himself to rely upon and the surroundings he choose were suitable enough, he wasn't picky but then again with the conditions he was living in, he didn't have to be. It was his home and his alone...anyone stupid enough to take what was his and violate it had to have a deathwish, but then again the boy had never come to a situation where he had to make a decision where upon he had to fight someone and take their life, but the real question was would he take a human life? No taking the question seriously, no he would not. He never had a problem disposing of the animals that challenged him before, they only operated on animal instinct and had few brain cells to question if he was easy meat for them to feast upon. Big mistake on their lack of judgement, thinking only with their stomachs. The predators became his prey has he disposed of them quickly and feasted on their flesh to survive in the wilderness. That has been his way of life now for 8 long years...he trained everyday of his young life mastering many forms of the martial arts, sparring with an invisible enemy for nearly 10 hours straight a day always to the point of exhaustion and then some. After that he would rest for about an hour and then resume his training and focus on learning new techniques like his ability to manipulate ki and to use it for different uses such as flying and firing ki blasts at mountains reducing them to dust within a few minutes. And on the occassion he would scower around the wastelands silently on light feet searching for new prey that would fill his stomach. His daily routine never did change much other than that, at times he would get depressed and question his existance but never would he mope over it for very long as he pushed it to the back of his head, knowing that it would only distress him further. For 8 long years he's had to surpress all those wanton thoughts and needs to leave the wastelands and to venture into the real world of civilization. To venture into places filled with huge towering buildings and thousands upon thousands of people walking about in different directions, moving as one big herd as an unimagnible mass of humans of different ages and sizes moving on with their own busy lives to whatever destination they had in mind. Too many people for his liking and not enough space to move about in. As much as the thought of doing such a displeasing thing annoyed him, he did half heartedly hunger for it. He needed answers to who he really was and wanted more than anything to search for answers that to this day continued to elude him about his existance and meaning to his life. He couldn't continue to live his life doing nothing more than training and making himself stronger what was the point of it all when living a life of lonliness? Solitary confinement to the vastness of the wastelands was not enough and slowly but surely the young warriors heart was desiring more of what the world could possibly offer. His mind made up and decided he planned to make his way into the nearest city district in 3 days time, using those 3 days he would train all the way through the first day and continue until half of the day of the 2nd was wasted and then upon he would return to his forest to relax and rest until the 3rd and final day approached. It was all planned perfectly with no hitches involved, he would go through with his usual training regime and rest as he planned without difficulty...or would he? No he would not.
Nearing the end of the 1st day of training throughout his entire day and night training he was met with a violent and terrible storm that laid waste to the skies above with lightening striking the ground and mountains below, carrying with it rain that beated down on his body so hard like it were hail stones. It felt like it in his case and continued to push himself harder near to the point of exhaustion once more. After another hour came and went the storm showed no signs of letting up but rather continued to pour down on him even harder and it was getting to the point for the young warrior that it was disturbing him mentally. The rage of the storm felt like his own inner rage that he had for so long contained and feared to let loose with his doubts and his fears of his unknown origin that he sought answers to so badly and even though he tried his best to ignore those questions as of late, he somehow felt the need and knew now was as good as anytime to let out that rage that he needed to get off his chest.
Looking up to the illuminated clouds of electricty above, as the rain battered down on his stone like features his mind was a jumble of thoughts that haunted him for those 8 long years, (Just what am I? For what reason was I born into this world? Why do I feel so alone...?)
"For so long I've had to fight for everything just to stay alive, I've walked this world of man all alone and without answers of how I got here, I don't even have a name and yet I know all this knowledge about fighting and how to look after myself without the help of others...am I that stubborn that I would not ask anyone for help if I was death's door?"
Closing his eyes, he clenches his fists and still keeps his head high as the rain still strikes his face repeatedly. Slowly he breathes in and out as his body shakes and shudders with pent up grief and depression of how lonely his life was. Why did his life seem so difficult now of all times to handle? Was it because he had lived so long by himself, an unknown person with no name and no loving family to care and watch over him like a boy his age should be. From such a young age he was robbed of everything that made him human...he was never graced with a loving family that he could keep close to his heart and had no one he could call a 'friend'...he was truly alone and had nothing but himself to rely upon.
Falling to his knees with still clenched fists, he began to pound on the hard soil beneath his feet several times over until the ground became crushed and broken as he raked his fingers through the soil, tearing it apart in a fit of rage. (no, NO NO! I won't accept that...I won't accept that that I am alone even though I am...I hate this life...I hate this whole stinkin' planet and I hate the fact that I have to handle all of this burden ALONE!) Finally with the words bubbling around his troubled mind he lets out the most inhuman and angered roar that it pierces the heavens above and swirls around him, as his screams carry with the wind, echoing all around him. The rain that pelters on his face now adds with the first salty tears that spill forth from his eyes, his troubles washing away with them...almost. That's the thing about rain that most people like standing in despite getting themselves soaked, because when it's raining it's hard for anyone to tell if it is just raindrops running down a person's face or if a person was crying instead...Tears...sadness...things, emotions that seemed so unnatural and alien to him...he never felt like this before...why should he now of all times? Before his jumbled mind could make any sense of why he was feeling the way he did, a tightening in his chest that felt oddly like a burden was suddenly lifted and spreading outwards and when it did something inside of him changed. He was surrounded by his Ki again as it blazed around him higher and higher and changed from blue to golden yellow, not only that but the hair underneath his turban changed and felt tingly, ripping the turban apart and standing upwards, defying all limitations of gravity and changing from black to gold like his Ki and his eyes, they flashed from black to teal until they stayed there in that form of colour. The final noticable change to his body was his muscules, they bulged outwards with new found power and strength. Every part of his body growing bigger and larger, stretching, adapting to this new change. And when the dust settled and his ki remained glowing about him, the young warrior was left shocked beyond belief, his body trembling uncertain of the amount of power he could wield directly. Never in his wildest dreams did he believe he could ascend to this level of power, it was unthinkable...but whatever this new form was, he had achieved it and in two days time...it was as good a time as any to finally leave the vast wilderness of the wastelands that he called home and to move on...into an even greater jungle...the cities of man and re-instate himself as a member of society and finally make a name for himself...
Author's note: Well I'm sorry I've taken so long with this second chapter but I just recently came down with this 'stomach bug' everyone has been getting. Doctors told me it can last from a day to two weeks...(what a bugger!) But that ain't gonna keep a writer like me down for the count. If anyone has AOL or is interested in gettin in contact with me while I'm online feel free and contact me at: Piccolo 37815790 or email me with ur questions and comments at: Noblekaleomnislash1 any comments are appreciated and welcome. Oh and if you have yahoo messanger I go by the alias of Piccolo_2002uk..(I love doin a bit of rp as Piccolo these days so feel free to add me). In Chapter 3? Our nameless warrior returns to the society he never was welcomed into and searches for answers as he goes for his first day of school...how will the students react to this out of town warrior? Take a guess...heh...
signed Noble...