Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ End of Days ❯ only chapter ( Chapter 1 )

 

End of Days

 

R: Violence

 

 

Two boys ran across a grassy field only a few miles outside of the capital. They had snuck out as always. Two little Saiyans, their tails flying behind them, they were young enough to get away with not having them properly wrapped around their waist.

 

“Come on hurry!” The boy in the lead shouted back.

 

The two boys were cousins but they could have been brothers. Their fathers were alike and so were they, same build, same spiked hair, same jaw line. Most told the difference between the two by hair color. The older boy had brown hair, the younger black. Some argued that the younger boy was scrawnier and shorter but as fast as they tore through the palace ground no one could compare them.

 

The older had the slight edge of having longer legs. He was a little brown blur from his dyed brown hair, like his father's. The younger one grunted and kept right behind.

 

In their large family they were the only two close in age so they automatically became friends. They were inseparable.

 

The two finally came to a halt by a pond by the castle. The younger boy leapt in head first and emerged holding a fat frog in his hands. Slightly jealous the older one followed and dove to look for his own.

 

From a balcony high above the courtyard two men watched their children. The elder of the two was sitting resting his chin on his arm. The younger stood behind him. Though their sons were born close together ten years separated them.

 

Both their eyes followed the children. The younger brother spoke. “Is it right to begin the ritual brother?”

 

“Just because he is my son does not mean he is exempt for tradition. If he is truly the legendary Super Saiyan then he must.”

 

“Very well brother.” The younger bowed to his king before leaving the balcony to prepare for the ritual the following week.

 

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The day came after several long days. The children were confined in their homes as they were made ready for the rite.

 

`Father… must I?” The brown haired boy looked up at his father who was helping him dress.”

 

“Son, every Saiyan must go through this ritual. To show that they are strong, they are brave and they have the necessary fortitude to become a great warrior.”

 

“But…”

 

“Not another word. You are heir to the throne. You must complete the ritual.” King Vegeta strapped on the belt of the garb around his waist. “You must fight.”

 

The king led his son out to the courtyard. The boy was strapped in robes dyed with the colors of the royal household. On the opposite side of the yard was the king's younger brother and his son, dressed in their house colors.

 

The prince looked up at his father, pleadingly.

 

“You must fight.”

 

“But father…” The boy only received a cold stare while he wiped his eyes. Meanwhile the younger boy gritted his teeth and charge. The two tumbled onto the ground with the black haired boy ending up on top and holding the older boy down.

 

“I have to!” The younger one wailed and howled while attacking. His small fists breaking the nose and jaw. The older boy fought back but could not see through the blood in his eyes and ended up only hitting the shoulder and arms while the younger landed blow after blow.

 

“I have to… I have to!” Once the older boy's flailing died down he presses his fingers around his throat. Tears flowed down his cheek and mixed with blood on the other boy's face. His hands began to warm as his emotions heightened and in one instant the world lit up. When he could see again he only saw the body he was straddling and a crater.

 

Immediately he threw his head back in a confused howl. Filled with guilt which was mixed with the pride of victory. Once h calmed his father approached him, helping him onto his feet. In one quick movement he wiped the boy's face clean then presented him to the King.

 

The ritual was complete, he was a man, a warrior now.

 

“From this day I accept you into my house. You will take the family name and live with the ferocity of two lives.” The King fell to a knee and embraced the blood stained child. “Welcome Vegeta, my son.”