Crossover Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fates of the Universe ❯ From the Journal of a Saiyan ( Prologue )

784 A.D. May 7th

The universe is a vast stretch of tiny stars clinging to velvet space, always walking in the shadow of the planets, which are large enough to be granted the honor of containing miserable weak beings. It is pathetic, reaching four directions with countless powerful, supernatural beings there to guide it's every waking moment, and yet I, a single person, could rule it if I only wanted to.

It would only take a small amount of energy to do it, with the exceptions of those pitiful "friends" of mine that have long since learned my weaknesses. I could be the greatest ruler, the king of all. It would be a dream come true, my every want and desire churning with glorious life, but it would be boring.

Very boring.

I used to think that taking over the world would be fun, back when I was considered one of the more powerful "aliens", if you prefer. I had concocted plans of immortality, going down the alphabet until I had every possible turnout predicted, and I had trained so harshly to raise my energy, to become the ultimate. It was what I had kept my eyes on during my younger years, as I broke every record set my forefathers, and even some that other less valuable bloodlines had achieved. But even as I pierced what was once considered the ultimate, my mindset began to unravel, revealing the truth behind it all.

1. I could not achieve such a goal as easily as I had first hoped, and…

2. Having the universe meant that there was nothing else to gain…

In the end, I realized that other people were the answer to what I had thirsted for.

When I first met him, I squashed him as I had done all the others. Yet in a state of desperate fatigue from battling his puny friends as well, I had been too injured to even walk. He outdid my hatred by granting mercy, and that stung enough that I pushed myself further. He then broke the recorded power limit, achieving a legendary status that was only given every thousand years. That made me mad, and so I broke it too. I had become feared by every foe out there, my name having leapt from mouth to ear on every extraterrestrial being who dared challenge Earth, and yet I was still in his shadow.

He made me furious, and I would have blown everybody up had a green-eyed angel let my scruples die. My conscience's subsistence was because of her, and I knew that I would never find that thrill if I remained alone.

It's funny how much a woman could make you change, even to the extent of your life's purpose.

Now I'm stuck on Earth, gazing up into the star spangled sky and wondering where my old home-and old self-used to be. Humans, the product of this planet, walk around me all the time, teaching me their bothersome practices and teachings. I used to be annoyed so much when they tried to make me a human, yet she introduced their lifestyle with such flare it was irresistible.

She drowned etches of my past that I had wound so deeply into my soul, and had transformed me into one of them.

I could easily kill her and her humans, but I won't. I stew in anger about what they did to me, how they made me forget who I am, but every day I thank them-silently-for letting me know what family, emotions, and companionship are. For letting me taste what it was like to not live for destruction.

Now as I sit under the stars, the crisp green blades of grass tickling the back of my neck with a four-year-old child in my lap, pointing to the stars as I reminisce. As she giggles up silly stories to go with the shapes the stars make, the wind whispers in my ear something I can't resist.

I need a challenge.