Chapitre 1: Prologue
Amidst a dark and empty void, there was nothing else but a still silence. Boundless darkness in this place its existence was eternal yet ephemeral until suddenly disturbed this space.
"Sigh so I failed, after all. This must be hell!"
But this single thought to this empty and desolate space was like a pebble dropped into a still lake. Causing ripple after ripple the second ripple....then the third, a fourth and so on.
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Days passed and the little tiny consciousness roamed this seemingly endless space. Day after day.....year after year the consciousness kept roaming until it finally stopped.
"Where am I?" sighed the consciousness
The consciousness had been roaming this space so long it no longer could track the time. The more it roamed the more it felt tiny, small, and insignificant. The consciousness also noticed the longer the time passed the more it forgot itself, it was like this space was slowly assimilating it. But the consciousness was unwavering it kept telling itself I won't be defeated, and I will not give up. The thought no longer could remember its name or most of its life so it finally gave in, and decided to plan.
It stayed there in the same spot and pondered. After following its intuition it decided to use its life greatest pride {Choatic Breathing Tactics} even though it didn't have a body anymore it could still use it's most prided ki sense.
Since arriving here it couldn't see the end of this dark and desolate space, other than it everything else was darkness. However, after figuring out how to sense it's surroundings with ki sense, everything changed. There were countless tiny balls of light fluttering around him openly. Now that it could see them it was overjoyed, sending out its senses it approached one of the lights surprisingly the light stuck to its ki sense.
Shocked it hurriedly retrieved its ki sense. Unexpectedly the ball of light stayed attached before it could panic further it felt a comfortable feeling, it was possible to absorb them, these little motes of lights seemed to be beneficial for it.
So then started the wild frenzy of the devouring of these countless motes of lights that didn't seem to possess a will or thought.
It devoured and devoured when soon it realized it no longer had to roam to absorbed the lights. Year's passed and it started taking distinctive form, it was a pale blue humanoid form with no distinctive features. It wouldn't be possible to tell from its form whether it was male or female, but its instincts told it that it was male. It also recalled from its memories that it was a soul.
Continuing its nonstop devouring and absorbing of the motes of lights it started to recall its previous existence.
"Haha yes I, remember! I remember everything!" The lone soul shouted happily as it began to recall its entire life of memories.
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I was born in a small town of the west coast of America. Born into an orphanage that was secretly designed by one of the most notorious assassination organization Dark Hand. Dark hand was rumored to be the cost of many historical events. 911 on the twin towers, Hitler, WWI, you name it they had a hand in it. They controlled dozens of the worlds renowned politicians, celebrities, CEOs, and etc. The common community of the world had not even the slightest clue about it, the closest hint they had was Illuminati. All the famous celebrities that posed a threat to them and didn't join were assassinated. Tupac and Biggie, XXTENCION, we're examples. That was the very reason for my training and the only reason I was alive. Unlike you would think, we weren't trained in the arts of assassination no we were trained to be killers. In daylight, in a populated street area, a club, you name it we could kill you. Every day I would wake up early in the morning and get trained in the art of killing. We were trained by the worlds most renowned martial artist and ex-agents. They taught us everything how to seduce women, holding your breathing underwater for extended periods of time, the human body which we took classes on from a young age from the worlds top scientist. Throughout the course of my life, I've killed many men and women. But I've felt no regrets, or emotionally disturbances from it, the act of killing has been going on since B.C or even the beginning of time. The only reason it's made out to seem like such a disturbing thing now is that the government has total control over what I would call the commoners of the world think, do and live. Not to say indiscriminate killing is a good thing, but to him, there was no such thing as good or bad right or wrong.
John Mendez was his name, and from a young age he took up martial arts. At first, it was forced upon him by the organization but he soon got addicted to the feeling of getting constantly stronger. Instead of sulking and wallowing in self-pity he earnestly paid attention to his studies and practices. Year's grew by as he got stronger and stronger completed mission after mission. Then the day came when he eventually turned on the organization and killed half of its members. Why? No reason he just got tired of taking orders he felt the organization was hindering his growth so he wiped out anybody that tried to stop him.
Traveling the world he changed his name to get rid of the lingering feeling of being held back. He fought the strongest of hidden fighters men who accomplished deeds the common man would deem unrealistic and unscientific. In the underground world, martial artist followed the martial path there were altogether 12 stages of the martial path and he was already at the peak. To the rest of the underworld, this was a miracle although everyone knows of the twelve realms there hasn't been a single 10th realm master in centuries.
But he was unsatisfied, even though he was already at the "peak" he was still a mere mortal. Legend states that the martial path is only a foundation and anyone under xiantian is still mortal, and all mortals turn to dust. Unlike the rest of the ignorant population, he believed that to be true. So he traveled the world plundered, robbed, and killed. All of the martial arts manuals he deemed worthy he stole, he had high ambition he was 30 years old with a lifespan of 200 years he couldn't live out the remainder of his life shackled. So he had a plan if he couldn't follow the martial path he would create his own path, he started gathering knowledge of anything he deemed useful. He meditated, made calculations on his computer, and experimented. Running out of ideas not coming up with any results he passed his frustrations reading novels of martial arts. Then a bold thought struck him why couldn't he just plunder the world. [Did anyone get it ;) ]
For the next 60 years, he meditated in the most radiation polluted areas, the freshest areas of nature and one day it happened. He sensed the energy of the world, after decades of none stop persistence he succeeded. Then he went on to create his Manual the {Choatic Breathing Tactics} his plan was to use the energy of the world to train ki, and use this ki to refine the inside and the outside of his body. After just 5 years of meditation, he got his first string of ki, he excreted the impurities inside his body and exhausted his ki. But despite so he wasn't discouraged at all he could feel it his vigor and his lifespan increased. Just that one session had him feeling back in his fifties, so he continued his training for another 20 years. The world around him changed but he remained in solitude like the ancient Monks and Buddhist.
Not only did his life increase his physique became better,his strength also made drastic improvements. Everything seemed to be going smoothly then he hit his limit. He already could punch a hole in a mountain, fire the legendary ki blast an estimated lifespan of 1000+ years but he was unsatisfied. He could claim to be the strongest man in existence already over 500 years old but he felt that feeling again as if he was being shackled. Like the world was pressuring him, he spent the next 100 years in solitude meditating on a solution with none to be found.
Frustrated he blew up a Mountain, then an idea struck him he would condense and purify his ki. After 50 years off training, he finally became stronger his aura deep and profound but that feeling became all the more evident. After training to his absolute limits he decided to travel the world he abandoned years ago.
As expected everything was different technology advanced, flying cars, floating buildings, longer living humans, the creation of artificial intelligence. Amazed he started plotting, using the highly advanced technology he started doing more experiments. He designed his own artificial intelligence chip that he implanted in his brain, he designed it to connect with his ki sense and detect life signatures, make highly advanced calculations, and analyze his body functions.
After that, he let his A.I developed and improve his manual, his use of ki, and his further plans. After a few years of calculating he came up with the plan for his next breakthrough. His idea was to travel to Mars and devour the energy from its core to refine his flesh and blood. 15 years later he succeeded his breakthrough his strength broke through anything humanly possible he now felt like he could destroy half of the planet Earth. Standing in space in a bunch of ruins that used to be Mars totally fine that's when he finally got a taste of the power, the feeling he had been yearning for. He knew what it was he wanted now, and that was to be in absolute control to be a God!
Mediating in space next to his spacecraft protected by his ki he came to a decision he would devour the total remaining planets old and new found by humanity. Then he would go on to accomplish something big or die to trying. He didn't fear death he feared lack of success. 100 years later an overwhelming aura radiated from him as he stood in the skies of Earth his mother home. No longer was that feeling of being shackled coming from here, but the universe itself. This however further ignited his resolution, he would devour the sun and planet Earth itself.
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Standing in the skies of Earth he amplified his voice with ki and declared
"People of Earth my name is Shawn Nixon and I order you all to evacuate the planet, I will give you 50 years those of you who've chosen not to leave at that time will die with this planet. I will send your leaders the coordinations of a bigger and more fertile planet and give you all exactly 50 years to leave those of you who don't will die!"
Then he let his ki pressure down on the entire earth no one here practiced ki so they couldn't sense it but they felt it and all fell down to their knees. As if bowing down to a God, the people were panic-struck. Chaos overcame the world they all thought it was the end of the world, the leaders of the world got busy making escape pods, some of the wealthy escaped 20 years in. They didn't dare take chances, everyone, no matter evil or good came together and escaped. By year 45 all of the humanity escape and in its place left a desolate planet. The next five years he upgraded his A.I to the limits of his abilities and started consuming the Earth. 20 years passed and he once again felt that feeling of absolute power, then came his real goal.
Standing above the sun even with his powers he still felt threatened by the absolute heat. It was this power he wanted to add to his ki, then he would set out to journey the undiscovered parts of the universe. After meditating for a year he started to feel the changes, it was painfully unbearable but he still persisted and his persistent is what brought upon his death. Nothing was wrong with his plans, his calculations, everything was fine except for one thing. His body his weak and feeble human physique, for the first time in his life he hated being human he absolutely detested himself and the entire human race. Why me? He thought after all these years off lonely bitter training for what? Just to be tied down by my own body! in his rage, he self-destructed taking the moon and the sun with him.
Unbeknownst to him, a space crack emerged swallowing his tiny faint soul.
"Sigh so that's how it is huh."
Instead of wallowing in grief he started devouring those motes of light to developing his soul with new found resolution. After centuries of doing so, his soul was no longer pale instead it looked no different from physical flesh. Deciding these motes of light no longer have use to him he stopped absorbing. Instead, he started roaming again while roaming he discovered more specks of light unlike the others however these were radiating an aura of dominance and just as he had physical forms. Excited he planned to devour them as well. Outside of his expectations he couldn't, unresolved he started plotting he soon figured out he could only devour one but he wasn't satisfied. So he planned out which ones he felt the urge to devour no matter what then he came to a decision.
He set his sights on a speak of light that seemed to have consciousness it was grey and radiated an aura of desolation and lofty pride, it gave the feeling that it had seen through the vast cosmos and the universe.
The other gave of a Supreme Savage wild and ruthless aura like a king of all beast. It was dark red and gave off the brightness of the sun like it couldn't be touched, somehow he felt that he absolutely needed to devour this one if nothing else.
So he did he used his overwhelming soul power to drag them close together and then he attacked. Surprised by their strength he fought bitterly with them for years before he finally exhausted them, unlike him, they couldn't absorb the motes of light. Killing off the consciousness in them he began devouring them.
After an unknown amount of time, he completely devoured them feeling powerful he sent out a punch. Shattering the space nearby he was sucked in after a blinding flash of light.
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Planet Vegeta, infant training room.
A buzzing of an alarm could be heard „weng weng!"
In a highly technological space room designed to take care of the newly born Saiyan infants. Each baby had a personal pod to gather data to determine the potential of the infants.
Low-rank infants will be sent as infantry warriors to carry out missions on weaker planets. Because of the importance of this place the aliens in charge were frightened.
"What happened?" Charging into the room the Saiyan guardsmen asked in an overbearing tone
Several aliens gathered together confused on what the commotion was. hearing the shout of the Saiyans they hurriedly asked their superiors to examine and inspect for problems.
Three old crocodile mouth men immediately showed up for an inspection. These were the cosmo men. After examining the computers, and the pod that was making the alarms. The crocodile men wiped some sweat "Everything is fine there was just a malfunction in the chip designed to process data, which caused the computer to sound off the alarm from an overload of unprocessed data."
"HMPH....your dada stars technology is unreliable I'll make sure to report this to King Vegeta. Hurry up and fix it you, useless weaklings." The overbearing Saiyan kicked one of the men
"Ah...no everything's fine I assure you just one second everything will be fine I assure you please spare my life" pleaded the old cosmo alien with a frightened tone
"Hmph...there better not be a next time or else ill kill you myself" Scolded the overbearing Saiyan leader satisfied with the aliens fear and cowardly appearance and then waved his hand and strutted away swaggering with his men
The cosmo man all looked at each other with knowing smiles. Replacing the chip and fixing the computer the three sighed in relief, wiped their sweat, and continued back to their working station not daring to be negligent for one second in case another accident.
Immediately after their departure, "Dada star, men with tails? where have I seen this? pondering he started to searching through his memories, after five minutes extreme excitement rose within his heart.
"I actually cheated death and reincarnated into a Saiyan infant haha haaa hahaha"
His mind was floured this meant big things for him. The only thing ever holding him back in life was his limited potential but now he has too much potential to spare. Calming down he meditated and like usual he analyzed his situation calmly, he attributed understanding the languages here to his strong soul, now all he needed now was information. What year was it? How many years until the start of the storyline etc.
Searching the pod he looked around for the currently most important issue.
Serial Number: 10567
Name: Brent
Parents: Zarla, Natch
Aptitude: Low-Class
Battle Power: 3
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
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glo_antttt Hey guys author here just finished up the prologue thought I’d make it extra long because it wouldn't be a dbz prologue if it wasn't right ; ) lol but seriously I just wanted to put this chapter out to remind myself to draft the rest. So how was I? Honestly tell me what you think? I feel like I did okay this is definitely a new high for me I finally got to incorporate my thoughts and ideas into a chapter personally without something not feeling right.
Well anyways U M B A I . . . .
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