Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonds and Beginnings ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

The wind blew across the arid landscape, picking up billows of saffron colored clouds along the way. The gales blew the dust here and there, collecting and gathering until it reached its full capacity; sandstorm speed. The low grasses atop the buttes and in the small valleys leaned and nearly were ripped by the roots from the force of the winds. The sky had turned a sickly yellow color as the dust blew over the land, and the sandstorm seemed to fill the land with its gritty vengeance.

A lone figure sat flattened against the shelter of the face of a cliff, its body being sandblasted by the sands pummeling it. And yet it didn't seem to mind. It merely sat against the cliff, seeming to be dormant or something to that effect. But a simple movement of it's head gave away that it was indeed awake and aware, merely riding the storm out until all was clear. Its cape flapped in the squalls like a miniature sail, and the figure's clothes made a similar noise. But aside from that nothing gave away that he didn't belong in that particular world...