Chapter 1: Prologue

[A/N: If you didn't read the tags or the synopsis, this is your last warning. It's an alternate universe, with an original story for the protagonist, which will eventually make canon events from dragon ball divert from their original direction. And there will be many, and I repeat, many original characters, although none will be part of the protagonist fighting group, those will all be canon.

Also, for the purpose of this fanfic, humans will have a way to become much stronger, just as other races already have.]

Two men looked at each other, their fists were clenched and ready to fight. Around them, countless bodies were scattered across the void, the light of the two nearby stars crashed down upon them and light it up the tribal markings on their body.

"So, does it ends here?" The man with more aggressive patterns drawn on his skin spoke, his raven short hair swayed, his eyes were shining with red color and purple bolts of lightning ran across his body. "I, the great priest Vanakh'an, a follower of the Primordial chaotic dragon, won't accept this!" His ice-cold eyes locked down upon his enemy.

"You are a fool, why seek for so much power, what benefits will it bring to you? Look around, look at their bodies, don't you have a drop of mercy in this heart of yours, all this for your selfish desire... Are you happy? Do you appreciate the legacy you'll leave behind?"

Vanakh'an smiled, his face once composed suddenly had a mad grin on it as he started laughing and clutching his belly. However, after a moment he stopped, he wasn't laughing anymore, he was breathing heavily, his face contorted with anger. "How dare you! How dare you say something like this to me, you freak! It's because of you, for your existence that my little sister and many others were sacrificed! Manipulating us, controlling the access to resources, limiting how much power we were capable of acquiring, stealing our people, using us as tools! And yet, you still have the guts to play the hero? To play the role of someone 'saving' the people? Hahaha!"

The man with white hair frowned as he watched Vanakh'an crazily laugh as if he had just said the greatest joke ever. Shaking his head, he extended his hand and a spear suddenly materialized. "In conformation with lawn number 225 created by the council of the sages, I Unity Thirteen, will now kill you and destroy your soul."

Energy wings suddenly appeared from behind Thirteen, above his head a white halo naturally formed, and the spear in his hand started glowing with white light, that was true power, the same kind of power wielded by the Primordial Dragons, the same kind of power Vanakh'an wanted to have free access to, so that he could change all that happened...

"This power... so you somehow stole the power of that dragon? To think your people would go so far... messing up with the origins of our homeland just for power, just to manipulate everyone... I might die today, but you're definitely coming with me!"

Before Thirteen could react, Vanakh'an pierced his chest with his hand and crushed his heart using all the energy coursing through his body, a common method of suicide, used when you are certain that death is the end to kill or injury the one responsible for this. But someone of his level using this kind of thing is something unheard of.

All Thirteen saw right after was blinding white light...

From afar, one of the last survivors who was about to escape into the next universal cluster turned to look at his right, but what he saw made him scared like never before, the distance was extremely long, so long he wasn't certain about how the light arrived there where he was, but one thing was certain, he might be the first person to ever witness what is probably the death of an entire universe, wasting no more time, he jumped into the hole that seemed to have been made into the nothing, and reappeared somewhere else, a calm universe free to be explored together with what remained of his family.