DRAGON BALL MASTER

SEASON 03

PROLOGUE: Ultimate Saga - The Rise of the Fallen Saiyans

I sit in the ship, the low hum of the engine vibrating beneath my feet, a constant reminder of our journey through the cosmos. As we race towards Universe 2, my mind drifts back ten years to a day that forever altered the fabric of our lives-a day marked by chaos, despair, and the kind of violence that haunts a warrior's dreams.

The sun had risen over Capsule Corp, casting a warm glow that spilled through the windows and filled the hallways with golden light. I can still recall the laughter that echoed in those familiar spaces, the enticing aroma of Mom's pancakes wafting through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of fresh fruit. It was a peaceful morning, but it wouldn't last.

"Trunks! Come quick!" Gohan's voice sliced through the serenity like a blade, a hint of urgency weaving through his words.

Heart pounding, I rushed outside, the brightness of the day quickly swallowed by ominous shadows that loomed overhead. Ships-massive and dark-descended from the sky, their hulls glinting ominously in the sunlight. My pulse quickened as dread settled in my stomach; we were under attack.

"Stay close!" Goku shouted, his calm voice a reassuring presence amidst the encroaching chaos. Yet, I felt a gnawing unease creeping into my bones as I took in the sight of the invaders.

A figure emerged from the lead ship, his presence radiating malevolence. Zarak, the Fallen Prince of the Saiyans, stood tall and imposing, his dark armor gleaming like the void of space. "I am Zarak! Your time is over!" His voice boomed across the battlefield, dripping with arrogance and contempt.

Vegeta stepped forward, pride emanating from him like heat. "You think you can challenge the King of the Saiyans? You'll learn your place!" His bravado was a familiar comfort, a beacon of strength.

But Zarak merely laughed, a sound devoid of warmth, echoing through the air like the tolling of a death knell. "I will break you, Prince."

The moment the two collided, the ground trembled as if the very earth itself was aware of the chaos unfolding. I felt the shockwave hit me, a violent jolt that sent me stumbling back. Each clash of fists resonated in my bones, a brutal symphony of destruction. Dust swirled around them, caught in the fury of their battle.

"Come on, Dad! You've got this!" I yelled, but the doubt gnawed at me as I watched the fight unfold. Zarak fought like a tempest, a force of nature unleashed.

Vegeta launched himself again, his strikes filled with the raw fury of a lion. But Zarak met him with an elegance that belied his power-his movements fluid, almost hypnotic. I could see Vegeta's frustration mounting, his every blow countered with a swift, punishing response.

Then, Zarak transformed. The air crackled with energy as a blinding light engulfed him. When the glow faded, he stood as a fearsome embodiment of power-Super Saiyan 4, Fallen Fury. I felt my breath hitch, terror clawing at my throat as I took in his monstrous form-elongated fangs, fierce eyes ablaze with hatred, his aura radiating an oppressive force.

"Vegeta!" Goku yelled, his voice a mix of urgency and defiance, but Zarak was one step ahead. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Goku crashing to the ground, the impact resonating like thunder in my ears.

"Dad!" I shouted, desperation clawing at my heart. I felt anger bubbling within me, igniting a flame I struggled to contain. How could this be happening? How could Zarak stand against us with such overwhelming power?

Zarak's gaze shifted towards my mother, towards Bulma. My heart raced as I realized what he intended. "You're all so predictable," he sneered, raising his hand to unleash a devastating blast.

"Trunks!" Gohan shouted, but time seemed to stretch, the world around me blurring. The explosion rocked the ground, a wave of heat crashing over me, and for a split second, everything froze. I could see the horror etched on the faces of my friends and family-the realization that we were losing.

When the dust settled, the battlefield lay eerily silent, heavy with the scent of scorched earth and burnt hopes. Zarak stood triumphant, a sinister grin stretching across his face, the victor of this brutal contest. "This is your new reality. I have defeated your king, your heroes, and soon, you will all bow to me!"

The weight of his words pressed down on my chest. I could feel my world crumbling. Vegeta, once so proud, lay defeated, fury and despair mingling in his eyes.

"Get up, Dad! Please!" I shouted, but the fire that had always burned in his gaze had dimmed. He was broken-not just in body, but in spirit.

Then Zarak turned his back on us, preparing to leave. "Remember this day, Saiyans," he called out, his voice thick with mockery. "I will return, and next time, there will be no mercy."

With that, he vanished into the sky, leaving behind a battlefield stained with the echoes of our defeat.

Sitting in the ship now, I can still feel the weight of that moment pressing down on me like a heavy fog. The pride of the Saiyans had been tarnished, a darkness hovering over us that felt more potent than any threat we had faced before.

"Trunks," Vegeta finally spoke, his voice steady but laced with the weariness of defeat. "We will make this right. Zarak will not escape forever." There was a flicker of hope in his words, a promise that our saga was not yet complete.

I nodded, feeling a spark of determination ignite within me. We had lost, yes, but that didn't mean we would surrender. As the ship hurtled through space, I felt the resolve settle in my chest-a fire igniting. This was not the end of our story.

The battle for our legacy was only just beginning, and I would not rest until I faced Zarak again. I would rise to meet this new challenge, fighting not just for myself, but for my family and for the pride of the Saiyan race. With every beat of my heart, I knew our destiny awaited us, and I would stand ready, unyielding against whatever darkness threatened to consume us.

ULTIMATE SAGA
NOVEMBER 3RD 2024

WHO IS ZARAK ?

Zarak, the Fallen King, is the son of Collar, a dissenting Saiyan prince executed for opposing the royal family's conquest ideology. After escaping a purge and being raised by the Ancient Fist, Zarak becomes a formidable adversary, embodying his Saiyan heritage with spiky black hair and a muscular build. In his Super Saiyan 4 which he calls "Fallen Fury form", he gains primal features and devastating abilities, including the energy-draining Primal Roar. Driven by vengeance and a desire to reclaim his family's honor, Zarak seeks to overthrow the Vegeta bloodline and establish himself as the supreme ruler, believing he alone can lead the Saiyans to a new era of power and respect, thus challenging the very essence of Saiyan identity.