Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Pride Of Saiya-jins ❯ Reunion: Part One ( Chapter 1 )

"Come on, Krillin, I know you've got more power than that!" A yell was heard from the distance, a clearing in the mountains, as bursts of energy clashed upon each other, bringing some to crumble under the immense power. A short figure stood back up, after being knocked out of the sky, dusting the snow off his khaki-colored pants. He stood up, black hair parting to either side of his face, a slight smirk upon his face, as he tightened the rope around his waist, adjusting the weighted wristbands upon his right wrist.

"Okay, you asked for it!" Krillin yelled, as a white aura surrounded his body, pushing the snow away from him, weighted boots kicking off the snow, as pushed himself into the air, his own energy holding him up, throwing the laws of physics completely out the window. With a war-like scream, he dashed forward, toward his opponent, fists-of-fury flying.

The figure placed a rather goofy grin upon his face, seeming to enjoy the art of fighting, as he waited for his opponent to near. A right hand extended out to his head, but the figure easily ducked under it, bringing his own right hand to Krillin's stomach, however, it was met with the palm of Krillin's left hand, as he tilted his body aside to just barley scrap against his red short-sleeve shirt. A leg was brought up in the blink of an eye, nearly taking the much taller martial-artist's head right off. A small `eep!' would be let out, as he forced his energy to push himself back, to avoid the kick, taken completely off guard.

Both figures continued to compete in hand-to-hand combat, until Krillin was once again battered to the ground. A rather familiar stance was then collected, once he stood up again, his hands brought out forth, one over the other, palms faced out, before he would reverse their setting, as he brought them to his right side, quoting once of the best martial artists known to this planet.

"Kame," he started out, as his white aura started to grow around him, winds picking up in a spiraling motion, as blue energy swerved into the palms of his hands, growing with each powerful syllable. "Hame," a blue orb became visible now, as he continued to recite the phrase that would bring forth an unbelievable and powerful blast. "HA!"

As the final part of the phrase was complete, his aura exploded, as he threw his hands into the air, aiming the orb straight towards his opponent, a blue mass of energy surging around him, and into the blast. Blue light blinding around him, as the beam shot from his palms made a direct path into the figure in the air.

"HAAA!" the figure screamed out loudly, echoing in the mountains, as he started to gather energy around himself, a white aura starting to grow around him. As he continued to scream, his brows lowered, those black hues starting to glow a tint of green, as his eyes widened. A tint of yellow would be added into the aura, as it grew into a golden color, his hair starting to stand straight up, growing slightly longer, his fists clenching tighter, as his energy skyrocketed, the beam shooting closer and closer to where he stood. The clouds opened up, as the golden energy flying about forced them aside, as the figure stood ready for the blast, two hands brought together, fingers interlocked, as he battered the blast right back to the creator, however, all's that stood there were a few foot prints. A blink of the figures eyes in surprise, as a yell was heard only a few yards away. Krillin had quickly jumped into the air after he fired the blast, as soon as he saw the transformation start, almost fearlessly, following the beam up, knowing that he would not sense his movements if he followed the blast. As soon as the transformation reached a climax, it would open up a window of opportunity for him to gather the energy needed once again, having not nearly put all his power into that one Kamehameha blast.

"Destructo Disk!" Krillin stood, with his right arm vertically up in the air, palm faced upward, as if holding a plate. A bright light of yellow shot from his hand, and a disk-like form of energy spun hastily in his control. With his yelling command, he threw one disk out toward the newly transformed figure, who had just seemed to notice his tactics all a little too late, as he spun around bringing his arms up to block. With one direct hit, Krillin would not stop there, as his left hand was brought up the instant the first disk left his hand, another yellow spinning disk being brought forth, repeating the process, as he threw it directly into the cloud of smoke that formed upon the first's impact. A third, and a forth would be thrown, before his right hand would form one final one. With another war like cry, his left hand would grab his right wrist, as the disk became twice in size. With a wind up, he threw the final disk into the much bigger cloud of black smoke, an unbelievable explosion erupting, sweat beading from the once-bald head of Krillin, as he breathed heavily, slowly levitating to the snowy ground below to catch his breath.

Krillin kept his eyes on the sky, as the smoke started to clear. Weighted blue martial-art boots, having the orange gi-pants tucked into them; a full sized orange gi, with a weighted blue undershirt; twin weighted wristbands, similar to Krillin's upon each wrist; a tightly tied blue martial-arts belt worn around his waist, would complete the figure's attire, however, after that blast, most of it was tattered and torn. The aura seemed to have faded back to a faint white glow, as the hair color faded black as well, setting all to his right side, spiking upward in the air, identical to his father's. His arms were still brought up in front of his face. A few scratches to where the blast was made, his arms lowered, a taint of blood from his forehead made its way down his eyebrow, drop to his cheek, blinking rather shocked from the attack. He let out a sigh, as he lowered himself to the ground, wiping the blood from his forehead with his wristband.

"Wow, Krillin, I didn't know you had so much power in you! I've never seen you use that much power before!" the figure yelled, walking over to where he stood, still breathing heavily.

"Well, Goku, I used up just about all the energy I had…heh…" Krillin said, as he fell back in the snow, his hands placed to either side of him; back a little bit, as he sat in the snow, looking up to the sky. "Still not as powerful as you, though."

"It was enough to knock me out of Super-Saiyan, Krillin. I haven't been hit that hard in a while," Goku stated, as he took a time out to breathe as well, taking a seat next to his life-long friend, sitting in the same style, looking up to the sky. Krillin blinked, as he looked over to Goku, rather surprised that his attack had as much damage as Goku had said.

"Really?" he asked, in reassurance. Goku smiled, as he looked to him.

"I'm a Saiyan, Krillin, not immortal. Saiyans are strong, and powerful, and were brought up only to know fighting. Like Vegeta always says, the Saiyans were a powerful, warrior race, and have various transformations that make them more powerful than anyone can ever imagine, however, they are mortal, just like humans. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, Krillin, even me. I may seem to be the most powerful fighter on Earth, but even I have to loose sometime, right?"

Krillin could only blink at the speech Goku had just made. Over the years of peace, after Frieza, Cell, and Buu, the fighters of the Earth still had always thought peace was only temporary, thus the reasoning to always be at their best, always training for the day they will be called upon once again. Over these years, Goku had actually grown a much smarter fighter, though, mostly from fighting with Vegeta and Piccolo, both seeming to be rather wise in their own way.

"Wow Goku, even after all we've been through, you still manage to surprise me," Krillin stated with a smile, as he took another look into the sky. Goku nodded, as he too looked back up into the sky.

"The universe is filled with creatures, and beings, all holding their own power. Who knows how powerful some are? Who knows how many of them there are out there? We may never know…that's what I always hear Vegeta say after we spar, and I guess those questions seemed to grow on me… I think it's that way with all Saiyans, you know? The thought of fighting someone so unbelievable powerful is just so… so…" Goku hesitated, at a loss for words.

"Exciting?" Krillin asked.

"Exactly," Goku nodded, smiling, as his eyes remained in the skies, as they started to grow dark, rather quickly. A confusing tilt of his head to the side, with a questionable `hu?' let out by the both of them, as clouds started to thicken in black masses.

"Weird… skies were clear all day… funny how the weather works," Krillin stated, as he started to stand up a bit, stretching out, and dusting himself off.

"I don't think it's a storm, Krillin," Goku started. "I think someone's summoned the dragon!"

"What? No way! How can that be? There's always at least one dragonball at your house, right?" Krillin asked, looking over to Goku, who had already started to stand up as well. "Right?" Krillin repeated.

"Let's go!" Goku yelled, as he quickly hurried himself into the air, with a burst of white flames surrounding him.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Krillin quickly added in, as he too boosted himself into the air, trailing right behind Goku, as they headed for the Son household.

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