Wish Born - A Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction

Prelude

"Sir, we've located the complete set of the Earth's Dragon Balls. You should be here for this,"

"If I must. We'll be on the ground in about a minute," The ship lunges forward towards the planet's surface, arriving in mere moments considering the distance. Out steps a pitiful man and his subordinates. The scouting party awaiting his arrival salute him, but not out of honour, "Give the Balls to me. I have wishes to make and the empire isn't going to rebuild itself."

"Here you go, sir," A scrawny scout pulls out a straw bag, and tips it over to reveal the Dragon Balls of Earth. They fit snuggly in the palm of the scout as he organises them into a group.

"Finally..." The 'leader' mutters, "Do you at least know how to use it?"

"The passphrase is 'Come forth, Shenron, and grant my wish'. Not sure what it means bu-"

"Don't care for stories," He is bluntly interrupted as the apparent leader figure turns to the balls, "Come forth, Shenron, and grant my wish!" The seven balls glow a bright orange as the dragon shoots out from the balls, and loops around the dreary skies. Shenron looks down apon the people before him, slightly surprised to not see the usual faces.

"I am the Eternal Dragon, Shenron. State your wishes, and I shall grant them," His voice booms out.

"Hmm... We could resurrect Lord Frieza, but that would mean I'd get bossed around again... Dragon thing, grant me-,"

"Sir, you might want to hurry. The scouters indicate a few large powers heading this way, and it seems to be the Saiyan survivors here,"

"Ugh, always had to be the Saiyans. I wish we had a Saiyan made of their best traits; dumb enough to listen to me, yet-"

"Your wish has been granted." The man looks towards Shenron stumped. The Dragon had listened to his external thoughts and had created a Saiyan made from the genes of Vegeta and Kakarot. All he could do was watch in horror as the Saiyan forms before his eyes.

--- First Person POV---

I land on a floor, kneeling to absorb the force. My head aches. My mind is listening to memories that feel alien to my own, and yet still I feel like I am involved somehow. Eighteen years worth of fighting and life in the Saiyan Army come to my mind. According to these memories, I am an elite-class Saiyan born to the Royal Family.

"Waagh! Men, do-don't just stand there, deal with her!" A putrid sounding voice commands nervously. Anxious footsteps soldier towards me as my sight opens to me. Though this body feels completely new, I can feel muscle memory awakening, that which I don't remember building.

"D-Do you think she's, like, frozen or something?" A voice asks, closer this time.

"I don't care what she is! Just deal with her!" The male voice from before yells. He sounds further away now; the coward is hiding. My muscles shake awake as a smirk forms apon my face. If he wants to be afraid, at least let me give him something to fear. As I rise to my feet the soldiers shake, none of them brave enough to take the first step.

"I'd say I feel sorry for you, but I don't lie," I say to the closest soldier before raising a palm towards him and firing a ki-blast towards him. The dust settles to reveal him gone, along with the few behind him. The some of the remaining soldiers shrink away from me, while a few others start to run away. The smirk on my face widens, slightly, as I dart in front of the group trying to run, "Going somewhere?"

"Wha- How did you-" One of the soldiers stammers in shock, backing away. I throw myself towards him and kick him into a pile of rocks with both feet. The cliff behind him releases a few pebbles, which gives me an idea; if I throw more of them towards the cliff, it should give way and drop onto them. I decide to test the theory by grabbing two of the men beside me and throwing them into the rocks. Sure enough, more start to fall. The last soldier tries running the other way, but nowhere near as fast as I can go.