Majin of The Sixth (A DB Super OC Story)

Rival Gangs!? Enter, the Big Zeta Star!

A planet, not very important. The lesser smugglers called it Planet Bean, for it was famous for the oddly shaped moon that orbited the small desert wasteland. Well, it was. Truth is, the moon just got destroyed by another mechanical biomass. And on the ground, a spiky haired Saiyan lady, just watched unamused.

That was Caulifla. Currently, she was expecting somebody to encroach on her territory, considering most of her minions were mysteriously curbstomped by a rival gang. And not even a strong or impressive gang, they just happened to have hijacked a vessel of blobby metal, the Zeta Star. Funnily, it was a garbage disposal vessel beforehand.

"Ah, well, they finally had the guts to make it. Men! Either kill them quickly, or I kill you! Honestly don't care which! And Kale?!" Another one, a taller, yet less enthusiastic Saiyan popped from a nearby rock formation.

"Y-yes? Sis?"

"Pay attention. This is the first time I've taken you to a real battle...or as real as it can get with those weaklings up there," She smirked cockily, gazing on the station getting larger. 

"I...I don't..."

"C'mon, if I didn't think you could handle it, I would have left you home. You totally got this," An encouraging thumbs up...didn't really do much to calm Kale.

But she was appreciative of the thought regardless.

"If you think so..."

"I KNOW so! If it does- Nah, I met these guys before, it won't be that hard. Will it?!" She yelled to the rest of the Saiyans in her crew, who yelled out a war cry, as the ship finally attached itself to planet Bean. 

But Kale was apprehensive, seeing as she could sense something...deep within that machine, that the others just decided to ignore...

***

Within The Zeta Star...

"Got my candy?" I gruffly spoke.

Right now, I was wrapped in chains, within a makeshift plastoid straightjacket, and other junk around me that was basically metal tubing. I'd say, if I was a Saiyan, this'd be considered a prison planet...hm...wonder what happened to him?

An alien, member of Crimson Dawn, some gang, I don't care, they found me, threatened me, put me in a glass tube with so much things attached to me, I am basically Hannibal Lecter. He was known as Bramble, dumb name, but hey, I call myself 'Lem'. 

He usually gave me sweets on the hour, as a means to 'control' me. Hey, if that's how he sees it, let him. I am just here because they give pretty good sweets. Well...used to.

Lately, they've been getting cheap on me, I can tell. The taste was slowly devolving into what amounts to free mints. It sucked, and it wasn't like chocolate was that hard to find in the Sixth. In fact, I mastered creating some out of my fingertips; I usually do it to people I hate, so Bramble was high on my list of 'Most Hated Jackasses'.

Soon, he shoved a piece into a specialized slot in my muzzle. Tasting it...I cringed.

"The hell is this?" I asked, mildly annoyed that he'd even give this junk to me.

"Tofu, what else?" He replied.

"That's just stupid of you. It's bland and tastless, like your entire gang schtick. I mean 'Crimson Dawn'? The hell kind of name is that? Did you use a random generator thing on the SpaceNet?" I told him, as he was getting irritated.

"LOOK! We feed you, you power the Big Zeta Star, that was the deal,"

"Feed me sweets, buddy. That was the details," I grunted, getting kind of upset at this man's total arrogance. I held the cards, and was the one generating power to this entire cancer cell of a space station. The fact he fed me...tofu, was laughable, just from how stupid he was.

"Don't act so high and mighty! We already landed, dozens of Saiyan warriors, maybe hundreds are out there ready for bloodshed!"

"I know the Saiyan culture and evolution buddy. I met the Sadala Defense Force, sort of..." Yeah I did. Well, more like they showed up, fought a guy who owed me candy, and arrested him. The next day, the guy was missing...and delicious. 

"Ha! These aren't those pussy mercs. They're tied to their true roots, bloodthirsty warriors to the end. So, if you don't power up this station when they start attacking, you'll be going down with the rest of us. Are we clear?" He left without me answering.

And here I sat, my energy being used. Naturally, being the battery was actually alright, until he fed me fucking tofu. What kind of person even eats it raw? Might as well eat ice for a living, or probably color it and call it a different flavor. Hm...disappointed when I found out the cone was a lie. Anyway, apparently they needed to fight off Saiyans who were more savage than their polite counterparts of the SDF. Hm...they have food right? Saiyans have a large appetite, and I tried keeping up, but they lack a sweet tooth at their meat shops. Still good beef...

Yet, if this was the new trend, I wanted no part of it. But Saiyans, pushover or not, are strong people. I am simply a human being way in over his head, or at least, bored. 

And I guess gaining trust is hard for me. I look like a Saiyan, but I am a human, something people are skeptical about. Humans are new in the Sixth, being wiped out, barely anybody around. I heard rumors of the home world being restored, but I didn't feel like going back to a place that was more of a stranger's house than a real home. The fact is, the only thing I care about is people owning up to deals. 

Without that, what the hell am I doing here in this pod chained up? Eh, whatever.

I probably could take those Saiyan's pretty easily on my own; I am pretty good at acting weak if it suits my situation. Time to drop the act...

***

The battle was just getting started, with the enhanced Crimson Dawn members plowing through Saiyans easily. Something that Caulifla didn't expect from these people. Perhaps that spaghetti star did something to the soldiers to give them a boost. Problem was, this wasn't the best environment to boost Kale's confidence, being nearly blown up several times, having to be saved by her. 

So much for that idea...

"I....I d-don't...I..."

"Kale, zip it. You did nothing wrong. Those bastards are cheating somehow...and I'm gonna' find our what it is-" Suddenly an explosion happened from the Big Zeta Star. A massive amount of power, the very same Kale sensed earlier, just became immensely higher than it was.

Something was powering up, and the CDs who were left were now depowered. Didn't matter though, the crew was so injured, that only Caulifla, and Kale were the ones left at peak condition. And the lady knew Kale wasn't the most self confident person...suffice to say, a third factor was enough to make her worried, at least internally. 

At the very top of the smoke, a figure. A Saiyan-like person, with short black hair, and a jumpsuit-like body glove. All covered in cream white restraints, a mask, some plating on his torso, and on his arms...like a prisoner. What did that gang find?

"HUH?! LEM?! THE HELL? GET BACK IN THE CORE! WE WERE WINNING!" Bramble yelled to the person called Lem.

"Pfft...stupid name, more than yours," Caulifla taunted the leader.

"Shut up, Saiyan wench!"

"Excuse-"

"Uh, I don't know what happened between you, and I don't give two shits," Lem landed near the rest of Crimson Dawn. "But I know one thing..."

With force, he broke the restraints as if they were nothing, before tearing off his mask, revealing a scar down his left eye. Kind of like a certain future version of another guy...eh, didn't matter.

"You broke the deal, Bramble," Lem venomously smiled, a pinkish aura surrounding him.