Dragon Ball:The Heartless Fighter(Book 1)(ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

''Wait!Before we leave..we need to do something.''Krillin shouted as he broke the silence of mourning.

''What,''Bulma questioned,''is that?''

The monk's eyes gazed towards the half buried body of Master Roshi.

After a countless amount of minutes,Bulma and Krillin-mostly him had suceeded in constructing and digging a man-sized hole.It was a horrendously made grave,but it was the best they could get with the sun laying low and the sky beginning to darken.Most of that time,however,was taken up at Krillin's colossal shock at Bulma pulling shovels out of smoke and capsules.An unexplainable marvel(at least to Krillin)had to be asked about at some point.Only after a tiring and long conversation,Krillin learnt that it was coming out of capsules instead of thin air and smoke.

Although,they still managed to roll the dead body into the hole,and stood silent over the dead body.

Some tears leaped out of Krillin's eyes as Bulma stood there,silent.They were stopped by the moon suddenly rising, after the night had ended a long and mournful day.

On the way back from the motorbike,which threw dirt into the air and zoomed across the dirt path,Krillin began to speak.

He squeaked out his throat,''So..about the capsules.They contain anything you want to in a pill-sized container?''

''Yeah-huh,''Bulma responded,still staring intently at the path.

''So how do you get the stuff inside the capsules?''He looked at the bag containing the capsules.

Bulma now glanced back at Krillin,who was looking curious.

''What are you,some kind of spy?Gonna go off with all MY secrets and tech?Forget it!''Bulma shouted,as birds soared and flocked away,frightened at the loud shouts that broke the slience of the forest.Krillin grinned slightly,knowing that Bulma lacked some knowledge on capsules and tried to hide it,crossing her arms.

The motorbike continued to speed off into the distance,disappearing under the cover of the silent forest,which was only broken by the yawns of Krillin and the chirping of birds.

The water rushed down into the pool,as Kakarot looked up and his mind began to play back.

This.it's the same spot where that old man picked me up...

Kakarot swam around,laying back in the water as he dived up and down.

He remembered crashing here as a baby,as he fell down the waterfall,but with his power,he was able to avoid slamming his head into a rock and bounced off,springing into the water.The old man was carrying a bucket to get water from the beautiful water,that rushed and flowed down,providing fresh,blue rushing water.

Kakarot had been there for hours,although he broke his arm from defending his head from the rock.It sent him howling and bawling for hours,until the old man came along.He had a bushy mustache,and was bald.

Immoblized by pain,the old man rushed over,and dropped the bucket instantly.

Since that day he was taken,Kakarot felt rage.Anger.Embarrassment.

How?How can a SAIYAN be treated like this?A complete joke?!

Hold on..What's a Saiyan?

Kakarot leaped out of water and laid back by the grass,soaking wet and shook his wet hair that covered his sight slightly.

Curiosity replaced the anger as it slipped away from his face.He stopped gritting his teeth and let them loose,scratching his soaked hair.

Now he knew something again.

One day while Kakarot was sleeping,the old man just disappeared.Gone in a instant.He had a dream of the old man dying to a great brown,furry animal.But it felt so distant,just like his life.

He shook his head,and simply forgot about that word.

Now,he was beginning to question who he was and his sanity.He got out of the water,picking up his blood stained piece of leather and tied it around his waist.

One day,he walked up to a deer and impaled it.Strangely.

He stood on the lush green forest ground.He couldn't provide a reason why he stabbed the deer.Now he looked at his body and the large scar over his chest.He looked at his blood stained palms.

And smoke appeared.All of his energy just directed to his palms.He examined it,focusing his mind to his palm to  the point where smoke grew and grew.A small glowing ball appeared,cool and blue.

Kakarot's eyes widened in shock,confusion and curiosity.

There are so many things I don't get..this strength..it's so incredible.But why do I have it?

He closed his palm,and dunked his hand in the water,turning the once cool blue ball of energy to nothing but smoke as it rose out of the water.

And there was one final question that echoed in his mind.

Who was that other man I killed?And the words..''I will avenge Gohan!'' or ''The Dragon Balls will not be in your hands!''they echo in my mind.What does it mean?

The building of rock had a figure standing,with a sword behind his back.He saw a motorbike pass by,as he smirked,looking over the desert.The sand moved past with the wind.

He was dressed in true windy and desert attire.His hair stretched down with bangs,with a white sash tied around his waist.He sharpened his sword and pulled it out.The bandit now had a good target.