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Afterlife and the Journey to the West; Re-edited and re-formatted.
Topic Started: Jan 25 2012, 05:53 PM (437 Views)
Valtus3200
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After learning a thing or two from a certain editing book of mine, I decided that I wasn't happy with the original version of the fanfic that I posted up earlier last year. This one won't be getting another edit, as I'm much happier with the results of this version.

But, if you paid attention to the RPG, you'll notice that I've taken a lot of liberty from what actually happened (in adventure), I've taken some artistic license with these scenes and dialogue. Mostly making things sound more in-character, and whatnot.

Dragon Ball: Afterlife and the Journey to the West

Prologue:

In the far future, Dragon Earth is in a state of peace. The warriors that fought to protect the Earth from Majin Buu have left behind a legacy that will last until humanity has long since faded from memory.

But elsewhere, trouble is brewing on the planet Barbos, a world inhabited by the Saiyans that escaped Freeza’s attack on Planet Vegeta. They have fought through endless civil wars, and have forgotten their name, their heritage.

Despite not knowing their roots, the Saiyans continue to act as their ancestors once did. Their self proclaimed god of a dictator, a Super Saiyan with strange genetic abilities, governs them with an iron fist.

New Namek’s elder has also set his sights on the newly discovered planet Barbos, and charged his people with a new crusade, to ensure that these fledgling Saiyans find peace, and do not spread their evil to space once more. He’s sent his greatest disciples to tame the Saiyan planet and enlighten them. The Elder knows the danger that they represent, if even one of them found a way to harness their immense potential, the results could be cataclysmic.

But, the Namekians aren't the only ones that have their eyes set on Barbos. The race is on to save or destroy the soul of the Saiyan race.


Chapter 1: Enter the Vegits

Location: Planet Barbos, Western Province

Taimat shoved his fist through his training slave’s stomach and twisted at his gut from the inside. The training partner lurched forward, coughing and gagging on his own breath. Taimat let his hand fly across the training slave’s face, sending him flying across the room and into the wall.

“Damn it,” Taimat said. “This one’s broken too.”

They always broke, and they were always too weak for progress. How was he supposed to get any stronger with worm fodder to train with? He scoffed and spit on the training slave’s corpse, then turned toward the mechanical double doors that lead into his personal conference room.

The doors opened for him, and he stepped into his conference room, which was neatly decorated with the bodies and skeletons of some of the strongest warriors he’d ever faced. His most prized trophies, along the far wall, put him in a slightly better mood.

He sat down at the far end of his conference table, placing his fist to his chin. Even considering his status... it was never enough.

His eyes drifted to the holographic image of his brother, his teeth clenched. Even with his newfound abilities, the progress was mind numbingly slow...

Will I be given what I was promised? he thought.

Then it occurred to him. Something that his people used to do, before machines were invented to determine the power of newborn children. He’d seek out a challenge for himself, with fighters that weren’t pre-selected by his cabinet. He’d personally choose the best of the warrior population for his own training purposes.

Taimat allowed a smile to travel across his face, and stood up. He approached the holo pad, stopped at a small decorative table, reached out for a flask, and poured a protein-drink into a skull-cup he had fashioned from one of his more annoying enemies.

“View-screen, call cabinet leader." He took a sip of his drink, drenching his lips with red liquid.

To the surprise of one of his orderlies, the view screen along the other wall lit up.

“Sleeping on the job again, Maggot?” Taimat asked.

“N-no sir!” Maggot sat up in his chair, fixing his armor. “What can this humble servant do for the great and powerful Lord Taimat?”

“I want you to do a search through the entire province.” He paused, noticing the blood stains on his own training garments. “Find me the strongest warriors from the surrounding area and draft them into my service.”

“T-the strongest?”

“Don't sound so surprised." He took a quick slurp from his skull-cup and set it down on the table. “I want to hold an exhibition of sorts, where I can watch each and every fighter progress through a series of battles throughout the city, to determine how strong they are, and if they’re a worthy match against me.”

“Umm,” Maggot allowed the one finger he had left on his right hand to rise. “Are you not satisfied with the training slaves we’ve brought to you?”

“No, I’m not, and if you want to keep that last finger, I suggest that you find me some real talent to fight against.”

“Yes! I will get on it right away, sir!”

“And send someone up to clean my training garments, that training slave bled all over me.”

Taimat shut the view screen off and leaned back in his chair, taking periodical drinks from his skull-cup and looking in the mirror.

“Watch out, King Barbos," he said.

Location: Darapos Fort, SouthEastern Boarder.

Octavius looked down at the gate, and that old ache was back.

I can't believe I'm going back to this wretched place, he thought.

Taimat's region lay beyond the mechanical gates; he couldn't help but smile and scowl simultaneously. He left his family behind when he fled the region. He wasn't going to back down, this time he'd do it.

He began to shake, uncontrollably; he reminded himself of his family seal, how it had been shattered by Taimat all those years ago. His lips moved, and he mouthed the vow that he had whispered so long ago.

The initial fear of flight finally wore off, as if his vow had somehow given him some newfound strength; after today, perhaps he would be able to call himself more than just a coward?

He began walking toward the gate, the guard grunted at him as he passed.


It took several hours to traverse the tree covered valley, that lead into the outer slums of the city. It was one of the last remaining areas of vegetation in Taimat's province, the only place where his stronghold didn't block the sun's light from reaching the ground.

Octavius marched down the dirt path that lead up to the first sector of the city, his heart began to throb. The guard at the front gate held his hand up to Octavius.

"Hold it," he said. "What manner of species are you?"

"What was that?" Octavius' brow came together.

"You heard me, punk, I asked you what planet you were from." The guard began to chuckle. "But, seriously, I don't ever remember seeing any albinos come through this gate. Show me your ident-cards, and I'll think about letting you live."

Octavius' fists balled up, his Ki began to swell.

"Identification?"

If it weren't for the sound of the guard's communicator, Octavius wouldn't have thought twice about using his tail for a new scarf. His teeth clenched, and he restrained his anger.

"Yeah, what is it?" The guard asked, holding a hand up to his ear-piece. "What? But, I thought we were to bar anyone..."

The guard paused, presumably to listen to his communicator, and stared at Octavius, bewildered.

"You're free to enter," he said.

The Town was like a shadow beneath Taimat’s great tower stronghold, a constant reminder to the lower Vegit scum that dwelled below his gaze. He couldn't believe that the tower actually got bigger in the time that he had been gone. The fork in front of Octavius lead further into the town; a view screen floated above the ground displaying the words “To Market”, on the left side and “To Fortress: Access Prohibited to Civilians” to the right.

The air was full of dust, and smelled of Vegits that hadn’t showered in days. This was more like a slum than a town. Disease markers on the giant stone walls were a constant warning to anyone who didn’t have the Ki to ward off the more devastating plagues. So much for technology.

This place is such a dump, Octavius thought to himself.

"I swear, this place needs some class." He frowned in the general direction of the tower, removed his orange scarf and covered his mouth.

Diseases were the least of his worries, but he figured it'd be best to at least make an attempt at hiding his identity, lest he get swarmed by unwanted company. He needed to find someone intelligent enough to give him the information he wanted.

On the other side, the town was in slightly better shape than one might have assumed from the entrance. Service drones floated through the dust filled environment, scanning every living thing for one reason or another. Beggars and homeless, men and women, the lowest of the low, clung to the sides of venders looking for a few credits here and there. It was a sight which didn't move him. There wasn't time.

A vendor took noticed of the masked Octavius, and a toothless grin crawled across his weathered face.

“Oh, mister!" he said. "You looks like you could use some supprise!"

An old beggar to the side of the elderly man’s vending cart stared at Octavius with his one good eye, he almost seemed to recognize him; Octavius raised his head so his face was more hidden in the shadow of his hair. He turned to face the vendor.

"A surprise is the last thing I'd want from this place," Octavius said. "Give me a steamed potato and water. Preferably cold." He leaned forward against the stall with a single arm. "I have traveled far and am no longer in the mood for games."

The vendor looked at him, the way Octavius' head was set he couldn't read the emotion very well. But he could still feel the beggar’s eyes on him, burning a question. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes.

"And what do you want, my semi-disease ridden annoyance?" Octavius noticed the beggar’s tail. It was cut in half, and hadn't grown back.
His face turned red with anger; it was obvious what Taimat was doing, cutting the tails of lower life-forms to ensure that they didn't rise against him was a familiar sin that couldn't be forgiven. Once more, he restrained his anger. It would still call too much attention to him. Too early.

The old vendor noticed Octavius’ gaze, and frowned.

“You're lucky, stranger," he said. "Taimat’s been ordering most of us have our tails cut in half to reduce our power.” He scratched his chin, staring up at the underside of the saucer shaped fortress, which shadowed the entire city. “Though, I don’t really feel any different… that might just be because I’m too old to notice a difference... personally, I think he just does it to amuse himself.” The old man gestured back to the food that was cooking. “Oh, you wanted a potato and some water? That’ll be five credits.”

The old man turned around, not waiting for a response, and slapped his hand on the table behind him, presumably to kill a large domestic bug. “I’ll have that cooked and ready in just a moment!”

Octavius removed his attention from the beggar, contented not to respond. He dug around his pockets and extracted the requested credits. After arranging them in his hand, he looked around, and noticed an overturned stool. He squatted, acquired, then righted it. After testing it with a single arm he sat down at the far left of the bar which separated him and the vendor.

While eating, Octavius decided to play on the vendor’s hospitality.

"I'll tell you what a pleasant surprise would be," Octavius said. "If I could find some form of records, or history book for old families here." Octavius examined the knife provided for his potato, it seemed clean enough, so he began to cut into his potato. "I think I might forget some more money if I had this information."

The vendor's eyes were preoccupied, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. His mouth dropped open, and he quickly turned and left. The street seemed to clear at that very same moment, and three four foot tall Vegits marched toward Octavius.

They all seemed to stop at the same time. Two males and a female, the female came forward, and placed her hand upon her hips.

“You look too clean to be a resident of this dump,” the midget said. She tossed a sneer towards her other two compatriots and giggled. “Identify yourself, or face the wrath of Lord Taimat.”

"Huh, so it begins?" Octavius let out a quiet chuckle, and gestured up over his shoulder with his left hand. "I am a traveler from the world abroad."

"Don't play with us, albino," she said.

"Hmph." He leaned backwards and turned to his left without arising from his seat so he could see his assailants more clearly. "Please join me, I noticed this vendor sells small and simple meals for a quaint price."

He shrugged and turned back toward his meal, as if the midget warriors were instantly forgotten.

As soon as the potato touched his lips he felt a quick pang of regret. This had already made it much harder for him to find the information he was looking for. Who would give him directions if he had been targeted by Taimat? Albeit it, a wavering gaze, if he'd send people like them out to greet him.

The midge woman's brow furrowed beneath her helmet, and stepped forward.

“My name is Worm," she said. "And I've been ordered to test you, break you, and deliver you to the next stage of your gauntlet; but from the looks of you, and your smart assed demeanor, I’m guessing that you’re not going to be much trouble for me.” She cocked her head forward and stepped back behind her two cronies. “Enjoy, my brothers. Make sure not to explode his heart, I want to cook it for Lord Taimat, myself.”

The first male midget ran toward Octavius' table, dove under it, slid through the dirt, and punched straight up through the table. The table shattered around his tiny fist, the midget shoved his hand forward, gathering energy in front of Octavius' chest.

“MY NAME IS BEATLE!”

Ten blasts of energy fired out of his hands, like miniature yellow rockets. With quick nimble movements, Octavius managed to dodge and deflect a few of the blasts, only to get pelted by several others.

Beatle let another blast fly from his hand, and, then, just as he readied another one, the blasts blew up in his own hand, he squinted, screamed, and rubbed held his hand, trying to get the pain to stop. The energy had blown up right in front of his eyes, he squinted tight, and attempted to force the return of his sight. He shook his head and struggled to get his vision to refocus. He couldn't help but cringe as he heard Worm's crackly voice echoing through the air, "Don't hit yourself, you moron! Hit him!!"

Octavius ducked, his hands gripped the earth, and the last ball sailed past his head. He grinned, amused at how clumsy the midget was with his energy. Not wasting time with words, he quickly let loose with a flying kick.

Beatle managed to block the kick, his arm bent slightly from the force of the blow, and the sound echoed through the air, the shockwave kicked up a light dust cloud around them. Octavius followed through, using his footwork to get some distance on him before charging forward with a roundhouse kick. The blow sent Beatle reeling to the side, saliva and blood falling from his mouth and sprinkling the dirt.

"I'll tell you what!" Octavius aimed back at Worm. "I’ll let you see my strength!"

Flames roared around Octavius’ body, lightly scorching everything nearby, Beatle's semi-unconscious body curled into a fetal position as a final attempt to save it's life. The beam of pure energy sailed around Octavius' arm and collected around his finger, pooling into a single star-like ball of light before launching from his finger.

Worm's eyes opened as wide as physically possible, she pushed her arms forward; a slapping echo passed through the slum, as she was hit head on by the blast. Skidding across the ground, her feet dug small trenches in the dirt; she crouched low, attempting to stop her own momentum. Finally, the blast’s energy faded into nothingness and dissipated. Worm smiled beneath her helmet.

“Not bad, punk!” Worm laughed, stood up and gestured at Octavius, her damaged gloves smoking from having touched Octavius’ blast for so long. “But there’s still two of us, and only one of you! And it would seem that you’re winded after that last attack! Do you give up?”

It was true, she had him dialed in. But he wouldn't give up. Foolishly enough his Pride wouldn't let him.

Finally, an idea struck him, perhaps he could find a way out yet. He threw his arms out as if he were grasping a table from the underside. Shook his hair from his eyes. Tried to look as powerful as he could manage. He locked his eyes in on the Vegit behind Worm.

"Didn't you see what I just did!" He stepped and faced sideways toward them. Pointed toward the Vegit behind Worm with such intensity that vanes began to bulge from his forehead. "I conquered Beatle and I’ll destroy you too!!"

Like a fool, Mud’s skin ran cold with fear; he let out a retarded yelp and ran for safety, flailing his tiny arms out at every possible angle as he did so.

Worm was not impressed by the gesture, and began to walk toward Octavius in an attempt to shield her embarrassment.

“So you’ve managed to fool a mentally challenged midget with a meager fighting power,” she chuckled, pointing her arm at Octavius. “You should know, though… you didn’t kill Beatle!”

Suddenly, Beatle sat up and grabbed for Octavius’ legs.

And at that very same moment, Worm let out a horrible scream as her aura surrounded her body, “MY PRIDE WILL ALLOW ME TO KILL YOU!!”
With her pride fueling her every move, a grin appeared on her face, she launched herself toward him, and tossed her arms out, firing a massive yellow beam, that scorched the earth it touched.

Octavius' smile beneath his mask wavered, as the wave of yellow death sped toward him. He'd only had this one chance, and he’d blew it. He had failed. But wait, the spark of a idea appeared in his mind, if he couldn't move up or away. He'd move down.

Beatle had a death grip on Octavius's leg. He was counting on that. As he fell backwards and used the force provided by that and his own strength he lifted Beatle into the line of attack.

“EEP!” Beatle cried out, as his body was launched into Worm’s Energy Attack.

Beatle's little body exploded into a cloud of crimson dust on contact, causing a muddy red smoke to fill the slum. The wind carried a way; Octavius' eyes refocused, Worm's brow was furrowed, her teeth clenched.

Now she was at a disadvantage, and knew it.

Grinding her teeth together in frustration and getting into a fighting stance, she could only say one thing before she charged at Octavius.

“Well, played.”

She launched her little body through the air with such force, that even grown men would have a hard time not flinching at the sight.

Octavius calmly stepped to the left. He knew she had nothing left.

“ROCKET-PUNCH!!” Worm said.

The attack connected with incredible force, sending waves of pain throughout his entire body. He couldn't believe it, he almost didn’t have time to react as…

“LIGHTNING KICK!!”

Not even checking to see if her attack landed, Worm continued her attack with several follow up strikes. Aiming a power kick right at Octavius’ groin.

The kick connected, and his vision went white. He staggered backwards, almost falling over from the extreme pain that shot through his legs. He couldn't feel his body.

“BARREL SWEEP!!” Worm screamed, she attempted to sweep Octavius’ legs out from under him.

Worm lost her balance, and her foot passed over nothing, she spun around and landed on the ground, scraping her elbows and knees up as her body slid to a spinning stop. She stood up, ready to defend against a counter attack... but, to her surprise, and amusement, Octavius had passed out before he could hear Worm's embarrassing failure, or see it for that matter.

Worm looked around the empty street; she contemplated killing Octavius. She didn't like that she had nearly been killed by the bastard, but she also knew that she couldn't afford another error of judgment, Taimat was watching her, after her last mistake.

“How embarrassing…” she whispered.

Suddenly, her communication device began to sound at her side. She dusted herself off; it continued to sound. She wanted to compose herself before speaking to him.

"Worm!" Taimat yelled. "Who was that Vegit you were just fighting?"

"No one," she said. "A worthless low-level, barely capable of beating the likes of myself. I was just about to kill the little prick... w-with your approval of course!"

"Bring him to the healing chambers, at once. When he recovers, we'll test his strength again."

"But, why?" Her eyes opened wide; she wanted to smash her communicator.

"Shut up, and do what I say."

Her communicator went silent...

Worm was more than slightly displeased, but she had to do what Taimat asked... still... what was he thinking? He had never been the sympathetic type. Then again, she didn’t really understand his motives, and didn’t care to try. Standing there in the dusty wind of the slums, Worm never felt more alone before in her life.

To Be Continued
Edited by Valtus3200, Jan 25 2012, 05:53 PM.
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