Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Aguila ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Tuari awoke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest and he could feel beads of sweat break out on his forehead. He breathed heavily until at last the aftershock was over. He then buried his face in hands, trying to make sense out of everything.

It had been five years since his mother’s murder but every night he saw as if happened yesterday. Nightmares of him being a scared little boy hiding in the bushes while his mother was needlessly slaughtered haunted him at night, and memories of the event stayed with him throughout the day.
That image of his mother, in all her beauty, grace, and kindness was inevitably replaced by her headless corpse. At first it made him cry, but by then he had run out of tears. They had turned into the bitter bile that fueled his desire for revenge and justice for his mother.

Unfortunately, in five years, Tuari was still at the beginning of his journey. He still had no idea who those men were, why his mother was killed, nor what Capsule Corp. had to do with it. No one knew anything about Capsule Corp. besides being the innovation capital of the world or having humanitarian work that was the stuff of saints. Only one man outside of East City would say something different. According to him, Capsule Corp implanted chips into human beings at birth to make them buy their products. Whichever the case, all the people he asked agreed that the best place to look for answers would be in West City, where their headquarters were located.

He had managed to get enough money to at least begin to travel there. Tuari was staying in an abandoned house several hundred miles away from that city. It had many foreclosure stickers but in the two months he stayed there no one came to demolish it. Tuari would stay out all day and only go in to sleep. His room was a cheap mattress, a thin blanket and pillow, and a mirror. He could hardly remember the days where his room was filled with toys, train sets, Mr. Satan action figures.

The sun crept into the room as morning was beginning to break. Tuari then decided it was time to get up. He got dressed and looked at himself in the mirror. He had hoped that he would at last have a long overdue growth spurt but today was not the day. Although he was now 13, he still looked about the same as he did when he was 8. He grew his hair long to make him look older but it did nothing to hide his round cheeks and wide eyes. He chuckled to himself, Maybe I get it from my father. However, his body had a slight muscular tone from all the years of training himself. He then flexed his bicep and saw it almost ripped the sleeve of his shirt. At least he was getting stronger.

Tuari made the decision that he had to learn how to defend himself right after his mother’s murder. He was a scared and vulnerable boy then but he was smart enough to know that the men would be back around for him. He also stopped going to school as that would also be the first place they would look for him. Tuari had to go deep into the safety that was the forest and get stronger, faster, and better before he could even think about being a match for them.

He knew that he had some natural ability. Before then, he imitated all the moves he saw from his martial arts movies starring Mr. Satan. One day, he was working on the karate chop that defeated the monster Cell when he broke a sofa in half. It cost him a spanking and his mother’s discouragement but he knew he wanted to fight someday. His mother wanted him to become a doctor instead. Grow up and use your brain! his mother would tell him.

He knew he had a power greater than those around him. He could lift more than anyone his age and move anything he wanted. Still, compared to the forms of the men in the movies, he had none. His fighting style was only simple but devastating punches and kicks and had none of the finesse and speed other fighters had. Tuari could not afford a teacher so his form of training would have to do. Despite all this, Tuari was able to use the skills he learned to pick a few pockets for money. In fact, it was luck that he picked the wallet of a businessman that he got enough money to get as far as he did. His mind was as focused as a laser. Kids his age were worried about girls and entrance exams. But for Tuari, no one and no thing would stop him from finding out the truth and making those men pay.

He may still have looked like that scared little boy from five years ago but inside he was a man. A man of few words and engulfed in rage and revenge.