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

Chapter 4

Roars echoed throughout the forests.Kakarot's 2 Dragon Balls,the 3 star and the 4 star balls-gone just in a single night.

He slammed his fist into the ground,and the feeling of anger slipped into his face.The door of his hut was slammed open,as he went to touch his Dragon Balls.His grin turned to a now a frown.Once he turned it around,the once Dragon Ball with red inland stars was a orange.He held it in his hand,turning it around by every second.But nothing.No stars.Just a orange.He peeled it,then ate it in one bite.

He clenched his fist,and blew a hole through the door.The wind blew across in waves and threw mud and dirt into the air.He stared at the dirt path that lead up to his house.Then he roared,slamming his fist into a tree,leaving his fist drenched in blood as the rain began to pour down.The rain trickled down Kakarot's forehead.

''It reminds me of that old man..hmph.''

Silence.Nothing but silence.And Kakarot would break that silence.

He turned away from his hut,and walked by a horse.It galloped past,kicking up dirt as it went.He crossed his arms,and now immediate rage filled inside him.Mud covered his body as he sneezed and yelled,unleashing a white aura around him,ripping the trees from their places as they fell apart.The wind increased heavily,picking up speed as the yells continued throughout the forest.

He panted and panted,having one fial thought before his drenched and soaked body fell to the soaked floor.

Who?Who could have done this?!..I'll find them.They'll die.

His head slammed into the floor.

Slience started again.Birds chirped again.The ears of the wildlife were soothed by the singing of birds once again.

Krillin tapped the radar,as it bleeped,confirming that another Dragon Ball was nearby.The motorbike zoomed past the sand,with tall shapes of rocks towering over them,providing some little shadow from the burning heat.

''I just want to get away from that death.That horror.It's horrific.And I heard a couple of screams in the morning.''

''Huh.That's strange,''Bulma looked back,having the 3 and 4 star ball in her pocket.

Bulma and Krillin had been sleeping the capsule home that was made as they zoomed into the distance away from the dirt path,setting up a camp.

They were slowly,but surely making their way away from Kakarot and all that horror.

There wasn't much else to do as the motorbike left dust behind,zooming towards the Dragon Ball.

Everyday,they had a routine.Roll out of bed(Bulma had made a capsule house while Krillin slept in a tent from the temple.)Devour some breakfast,pack up camp and move out.Krillin decided to train in this free time,or at least try to train.It was unclear to him for how to do it.He never stayed long enough at the Orin Temple to get some real training.Instead,all he did was meditate,which angered him incredibly.

His mind couldn't relax,especially after seeing the horror and brutal motion of Roshi's death.Just endless fear and anxiety filling his body every day.

He would resign himself from meditating,looking out at the dead desert,with no sign of life except from lizards.That's exactly how he felt in training.Dead.His mind couldn't relax.He felt empty,dead.He also felt empty and dead in his stomach.

He wolfed down some breakfast,but it had been 3 hours of driving and all Krillin had was a banana.All that happened in his mind was emptiness.Images of Kakarot flashed past,seeing the swift,brutal motion and death of Roshi.

His eyes quickly began to sting as the images just disappeared from his mind.Bulma,who glanced back at Krillin,had sunglasses,a hat and shorts.Her hair now stretched down to her shoulders,but her sneakers were now red and a white tank top.

She looked ahead,and said,''We're closing in.''

Deadbushes swayed past in the wind as the tyre suddenly was shot.

Bulma looked down,as the motorbike razed to the side,coming to a quick and sharp halt as Krillin looked down,with the motorbike coming to a complete halt.

Bulma got off and examined the slash,scratching her hat,wondering what did this.It was a knife that did it.

''Seriously?Who could've done this?Now we're stuck on here in the desert,''Bulma complained.Her body was now a teenage sized ball of sweat.

Sweat dripped from both of their faces now,trickling down their cheeks and into their necks.

Now Krillin began to gaze in front the sand path as it flew into the air,stinging his eyes.A lone figure stood,as if it had teleported there,staring at them.

''Now..''

''If you want to survive,hand over everything you've got.Now.''a voice declared from where it was standing,in front of the sand path as the dust was sucked away into the quick wind.

The voice was miles away,as Bulma and Krillin looked bewildered.

''Huh?What'd you say?''Krillin responded back,shouting as the lone figure seemed to be listening.

But there was nobody there when Krillin blinked his eyes.Now,he was behind Krillin.

''I said,''he stated,''hand over everything you have,now!''

''Oh.A bandit,huh?I was looking for something to watch while I kick back in the shadow,''Bulma spoke,pointing towards a large rock that hung over,covering the sun slightly.

''Tell you what..If you defeat my friend here,I'll hand over everything.''

Krillin's jaw dropped to the floor,as his eyes bulged out of his head,glaring at Bulma.Bulma just looked perplexed.

''You wanted to become stronger?I don't get it.Fight him and you become stronger?Simple,''she responded with a quick sentence,glaring back at Krillin,crossing her arms.

The bandit had a clear grin on his face.Krillin now got off the useless motorbike,and glared up the man.He was holding a scimitar,as Bulma shouted,''No weapons!That way,it's fair.''

The bandit sighed,dropping the weapon and then picking it back up.

''I liked this,''he stated,flipping the curved blade in his hand.''I'd been working with it for months.How about I give you one,to make it fair?''

Krillin nodded in agreement and reached his small hands out to touch the curved blade.

Now the bandit was grinning.Other in height difference and size,there wasn't much difference before Krillin snapped,''Hey!That's not fair,''as the bandit's eyes widened,now knowing that Krillin had found his plan.

''You've been training with that thing for months!I've never heard of a scit-oh whatever!Let's just fight hand-to-hand.''

The dust settled and the wind brushed past one last time.Now the air crackled with tension.

''That's fine,''the bandit grinned,feeling confident again and dropping his blades on the floor.

Krillin settled into a stance of a battle,moving his left foot back and putting his right foot forward,clenching his fists and stepping forward.

The battle was going to begin.