Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fight for Survival ❯ Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Beginning, how I got here

I only vaguely remember past events of how I came to be here, trapped, under a steaming pile of rocks, debris and half melted metals, wondering how long I could last before I was found by the enemy and tortured to death or worse.

It pretty much started when I was young, about 6, give or take a year, when my mother and father died. I was told that it was the cause of a freak accident including two machines, which my parents happened to be working on at the time, supposedly the two machines would change our history and close the boundary between the world of the living and the dead. Apparently one of them malfunctioned and exploded causing a chain reaction which ultitimately had resulted in the total annihilation of the 3rd science division and an 8th of the population and leveling anything in a 5 km radius.

All lies. I couldn't bring myself to believe in such nonsense. Obviously something more went on in that building before it `mysteriously' decided to disintegrate out of everything in site, but pondering about it then was useless, the news of my parents had somewhat hardened me, even though I still mourned their deaths. Yes, I cried, something unusual for a sayian, but I cried until I could not cry anymore, it was such a pathetic and dishonorable sight. So as I had no one to look after me, I survived and cared for myself, moving on with my life. Energetic, noisy and at the same time, determined and serious. Always on the ball.

As 2 years slipped by, an unsettling paranoia started stir with in me as the date became closer and closer to being `of age'. And as I had no parents to protect me, I was in serious trouble. A child's parents would see to it that she was not `taken' until she was satisfied with an honorable man to be mated with. The parents would protect their daughter/s of attacks and so forth, but figuring as I had no parents or anyone else for that matter, I was going to have to take care of myself. It was not going to be an easy time as most parentless girls would die to their captors from resistance. Those who survived wished they didn't. So many warriors here had power levels only you could dream of, in other words I had no chance, but I had to at least try. The fight for survival…

I found my way to a training facility and booked a room for the next morning and then that how I spent my life since I was 8. My schedule every day, of every week, of every month, of every year, for 3 years went something like this;

Get up at 5am, shower, clothe, eat, go train until 1am, sleep.

Occasionally I would spend a 2 or 3 hour lunch break to socialize with friends I had met within the few years between the death of my parents and the creation of the schedule, they were great to be around, but I preferred to be training. Every minute I stopped training, my mind was tingling with worry about the coming of age and how short a time I had to prepare (even if it was years away, I'm too paranoid). Even when I was not thinking about it, I could still feel the tingle sensation at the edge of my mind, making my mouth dry and leaving a bad taste. By the time I was 11, the secretary finally got tired of me booking a room for every day, just before I started training and gave me a training room in the palace (Which consisted of a two person bedroom that had a dining table and a fridge with a bathing room with a large white training room with absolutely nothing in it in the back). I was enthralled with this and spent as much time as possible training, sometimes I would tire myself to the point where I slept on the floor sometimes waking later just to continue where I left off. Sometimes days were spent on routine that went like this, with no eating breaks, and then finally one day making it to bed and getting up in the morning and ordering a large meal to satisfy the hunger growing in the never ending void of my sayian stomach.

I had heard about the palaces special rooms like these before and it was amazing to find that only the royalty and super elite warriors were able to occupy rooms such as these, well until now. But I already had my task at mind, so I discarded the reasons why and focused on the main picture. By this time, I was too far away from my friends to visit without loosing too much training time, where every second I was on my way to saving my life.

Reaching the age of 13 put me into a panic every time I checked off a day on the calendar on the bedroom wall and made me want to train more vigorously. I had once or twice, in the middle of a meal, if anyone on the outside even knew I was still alive, after all I had spent 4 years straight in here without any sayian contact besides the small alien woman who bought my meals. I suppose she told them of my progress and I left it at that.

A week after my 14th birthday, I decided that training alone was a much too a slow method of training to build my power and that I needed someone who could match my skills and power. Over the last 3 years of continual work I had developed some neat tricks and awesome combos, as well as several strategies that I spent thinking out, but had a lack of testing.

And so I took my first step in 3 years, outside the room and into a no longer familiar hallway. Looking around I noticed that the scenery had changed, for one the wall was no longer covered in sophisticated paintings of our history, but now only a blinding white marble was smooth and cold. The floor was a darker shade of white (if you can get that), not so blinding as the walls and went well instead of a lumpy grey stone that used to be there. At the last second I noticed, before heading down the hallway, that there was a large male guard stationed next to my door, who seemed rather spooked for some reason, (possibly only a 3rd class warrior) and the sight of a male in my presence made my blood run cold. I took an uncertain step toward him and then placed my hands behind my back to go for an innocent and weak look, just to hide my shaking hands. I gathered my wits and laughed nervously "Say, uhh, do you know somewhere I can get a training partner?" His eyes slightly widened and then he nodded his head vigorously before turning and running down the hallway.

I looked unsurely and confused after him as he disappeared through a small crowd of soldiers that had happened to have gathered at the intersection of the hallway some few meters away and felt uneasy that a majority happened to be male. By that time I didn't really care if the guard came back or not and went back inside to continue training. Maybe he would come back later and I could try to have another talk with him.

I trained with a lot more effort in the hopes to increase my strength by a bit before I went to organize myself a training partner. It made me excited to see what she would be like, hopefully not too lazy or too strong. Otherwise I'd be beaten up every night… But somehow I remember that, that is not such a bad thing. Yes, that's right, I was told by my parents of coarse, they were just starting to train me in sayian abilities when they had died, but I remember that if a sayian was defeated within an inch of their life, but not dead and recovered, their strength would almost double, maybe even ten fold. That would be amazing to experience.

At this moment, just before I was about to pass out from exhaustion of the days training, I remember thinking to myself about how long I had been in isolation and how much things could have changed over the years and I had no knowledge about it. I was surprised that I was so blinded for the need of strength that I had not thought about my need for knowledge. On that day, I promised myself I would fit at least some time every day on some study. But only in the middle of the day, so that a break in my training could be a tutor and learning session, for when I actually turn 16, I would be ready of what to do and how to go about it in the outside world. And then, I slept.

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In my dreams, I was tortured. A white endless room stood about me. I was screaming while red hot flames licked at my body, paralyzing me as it traveled further upward. Starting from my ankles, sliding up to my knees and then to my waist, I could feel my skin burning. A small shiny back ball sat in mid air in front of me a few meters back, at about eye level and it seemed as if there was something inside, rippling, struggling to get out. It seemed the harder I clenched my teeth to hold back the random screams of pain, the less it struggled. Another glance at the ball would confirm that it was indeed increasing its diameter, if only by a few millimeters a minute and that too slowed down till it looked as if it had stopped completely. A voice sounded in my head, it was strange as it were not words that were spoken, but they just appeared in my head.

Why do you struggle, so? Do you not want to be strong? I can give this to you, you know.

It all came to my head that had to be a psychic ability and realization had set in that it was the black ball that was now directly in front of myself. It was struggling sway me into a world of darkness.

I can give you this and a whole lot more…

The whiteness about her rippled once and then again but this time coating over into a black plain of burnt crust. Screams echoed in the eternal night and a black flame burnt over a solitary figure, he was not an overly large man, but well built up. A style of maroon and silver armor that was strangely sayian but not familiar to her eyes was worn over the top of a black spandex worn with white gloves and boots. He was mostly shaded over and his shadow rippled in the heat of the burning lands, his face and unique figure was hard to memorize.

This man. He will be the one who will take you, his force is much greater than yours so there will be no way to stop him, if he comes for you and he will. The only way you could ever beat him would be to release me. I will show you a power that no one has ever seen, so great you could destroy solar systems with a single blast, with this power you would be unstoppable and we would rule the universe!

I realized that this being was none other than me. The slice of evil, that lay dormant in my being. I struggled with all my might, trying to ignore the words seeping into my mind like flowing water. His patience seemed to be wearing thin and the flames started to spiral around my body, gathering speed and slowly closing around my body. I screamed with all my might and a raw power burst forth from my being.

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I jerked awake and rolled away onto my back. In the split second where my head once was, was someone's fist, berried up to the elbow into the marble floor. In a continued fluent movement placing my palms flat onto the floor behind my head, I flipped, ramming my feet into his gut, and then landing in a crouching position, looking up to see him hit the top corner of the room, indenting his self into the wall, debris falling to the floor. I took this time to recover, inclining my head slightly and panting heavily I found that I was sweating profoundly.

"Very good, that was almost satisfactory, I'll give you credit though, not many people can sense an attack when they are asleep. You have done well, seeing as you have had no teacher, or for that fact any human contact for years, it's a wonder why you didn't go insane…"

I looked up at him, a smug look covered his features as he hovered in mid air with his arms cross. I groaned, it was a male and I hoped he was not my training partner, just an annoying person looking for someone to stir up or a mistake even.

"And who, may I ask, are you?" he looked faintly hurt "You don't know your own training partner, that hurts" the sarcasm dripping off his voice was almost irritating. I rolled my eyes and crouched down into a fighting position. "Oh, I see. Going to be that way is it?" and then with no hesitation he mirrored my stance.

The way I had figured my style of fighting is no one will ever be able to catch me. My extreme flexibility along with strength and speed and I've got a high chance of success! Well I thought so anyway. I hoped it would work, or there's a strategy down the drain.

This should be an interesting battle. His armour showed the markings of an elite. Stupid guard I couldn't possibly be as strong as an elite, that concept is impossible. I paled as I remembered the dream and about the male. Maybe this was it. I would die before submitting.

He had obviously noticed. His eyes narrowed and he smirked. And with that the fight started. He vanished, with in the second he reappeared behind me, fist readied he launched his punch at the back of my head, unsuccessful, only punching air. For I was already in motion, my heels connecting with his face as I went up into a hand stand and then as his head snapped backward and then recoiled to its normal position, I clamped his head between my feet and flipped him over the top of myself and into the white marble floor. The result was amusing, with the male face first, indented, into the marble floor.

Standing up the male growled and he rubbed at the multiple scratches on his nose with a gloved hand, eyes slightly watering. "You're going to pay for that little trick you pulled there, brat!" His voice was satisfyingly angered and without warning he charged at me again. His fist connected with my jaw and moving backward I went for another hand stand kick, but unsuccessful this time around as he pulled back away from my feet and he flashed a smiled as he prepared an energy attack. I moved my unsuccessful attack into a successful defensive as I landed on my hands and spun around, just as he launched his attack and kicked it away. Just as his foot came out to sweep out my hands, I pushed up off the ground, into the air and onto his chest, powering up and ramming him as hard as I could into the marble flooring.

A blue blast came out of the rubble and caught me off guard, catching me in the chin and I fell back onto my rear. In a quick movement he jumped out of the small crater and landed a few metres away powering up to fire what seemed like a final attack and launched at the place where I was currently sitting. Blue beam coming toward me a frightening speed, would have most probably ended my life then and there if I hadn't also released an attack. The light blue and deep red beams collided giving off a purple sparking spray as they wrestled from side to side, finally exploding in the middle.

He was still there, across the other side of the room. I was panting heavily as most of my energy was spent into that attack. Then I vanished and reappeared behind him to send another quick energy attack into his back and he plummeted to the ground. I went down after him, slowly descended next to the spot where he had landed on his back on the heavily damaged marble. His eyes were closed, scrunched up in pain, slightly panting.

I smiled triumphantly and put a foot on his heaving chest "Give up?" I grinned cruelly. His eyes suddenly opened, catching me off guard "never" was the last thing he said before he unleashed a bright white energy attack up at me. Just before I faded from the conscious pain, all I could remember feeling was the blast ripping and burning at my flesh, not even realising the agonising scream I gave off.

When I awoke, sometime later, I felt somewhat exhausted. My vision seemed blurry and I was feeling a floating sensation. Coming to my senses I realized I happened to be in a regeneration tank, floating in the healing liquids of my people. I then the sudden wonder of how I came to be here, but was almost immediately was discarded when sudden flashes of the previous battle raced through my mind. I blinked at realisation and looked down at my arms. Finding it was too hard to see I ran my other hand along my arm, I could feel the rough burns on my skin that I could still feel burning, beneath my skin. I sighed as the liquid soothed my burns and other injuries, replenishing my strength. There were, I noticed, a mask over my mouth and nose suppling oxygen and several cords attached to my body in certain places.

Just then a face appeared in front of the glass, which hovered for a few moments and then disappeared for another few seconds and then appeared again. I blinked a few times, in a futile attempt to make out the persons face as a murmur came from the opposite side of the glass, obviously talking to someone else in the room. I was proved correct when another face emerged next to the other, the murmuring continuing.

I was surprised when the one who had emerged jumped back as the murmur became a shout from the other and then disappeared from view. A beep came from the machine and then all the cords were released from my body and retreated back into the machines walls. I didn't notice the descending water until cold air reached the top of my head, giving me chills and I pulled off the mask and rubbed the remains of the jellyfish-like liquid out of my eyes. Hot water shot from jets on the walls of the machine and I took this time to wash my face and hair. A few short minutes later the water ceased and the hatch of the door slowly opened, cold air of the outside invading my half naked body.

Seeing as the hatch was taking its sweet time to open I took this opportunity to look down at the ragged remains of my clothing, my training out fit was missing a leg and a half and my top was totally gone leaving a few scraps of the underlaying singlet left to cover the remaining patches of burns and the more private skin. I stepped out after the agonizingly slow decent of the door was complete.

The room, like the hallways had white walls and floors, the hall which had the regeneration tank stationed, was not the only one, but 15 one next to the other down one side of the wall and on the other were benches and tables full of technical bits and pieces. Some belonged to the people inside some random machines some was just discarded there as junk. My vision moved from one side where all other machines were kept to a door right across from me and then to the other side. I jumped to see two members of the male species staring at me, quite obviously the two who hovered outside the tank.

Their lingering eyes, unnerved me and I crossed my arms to cover some over exposed skin. I was starting to sweat from the generated heat of my burns and I looked down at them irritably. My temper started to rise as I realised who had done this to me. That little punk, I was so going to kill him and I was going to do it very slowly to inflict as much pain as possible.

I turned to the two men who seemed to had gotten over my appearance and had started moving again. One of them, a short fat man, dumped a pile of clothing in my hands consisting of a new spandex, shoes, gloves, undergarments and armour. I was shocked to see that I had received the armour of an Elite. When he had placed a towel on top that was when I found my voice "Excuse me you seem to have gotten me the wrong armour, you see, I am only a second class warrior." He grunted "Not anymore, you've been promoted. You now work for the king, in his private squad" The thought of fighting had refreshed my anger at the bastard that had beaten me so easily. "Where is he?" "Who?" The fat man replied "You're training partner?" I nodded. The second man, tall and muscular smirked. How I hated that trademark that every member of the sayian race seemed to posses. "You, want to see him? Ok then, follow me" he said turning and walking out the door. With the clothing forgotten in my hands I followed him out the door and down several halls, until we came to a familiar door, my own room obviously. I was already about to kill him then, but if I went in there and found him in my room, I was definitely going to beat him to death. The tall man stood to the side of the door while I stood in front and then with out warning, he pushed the door open.

My armour clattered to the floor and my clothes heaped on top. The scene inside was horrendous, the white walls and flooring was no longer white, but streaked and splattered with red, bits of flesh and bones heaped in random spots both on the floor and walls. I paled dramatically. He glanced at my wide eyes and ajar mouth and made an amused sort of sound.