THE FIRST LEGENDARY SAIYAN

The internal war of magic or whatever Baba claimed it to be was over, the void was all Black, Gohan lost. This, however, was unconfirmed on how it happened, on asking later Baba said that the will was not enough or perhaps Gohan did it on his own because he knew he is about to head out. The other Gohan, from the tragic future, saw him the last time with a very cynical smile, he was confident, more passionate, and far from feared now, "I killed you here, ill kill you there" he said as he thought he killed the Gohan he wanted to kill. From all the not so adventurous story he had about his still very tragic past, Gohan could see a different side of it, a different side of the card, with the story he wanted them to see, along the edges of it lied a greater one, the adventure, the path on how he became the pink or rose monstrosity he is now, there was no such special ingredient to it, as first time thinking that it might be, there was just brute training, a will, a goal, and a handful of promises. It looked like a very intriguing story but there was nothing much to see a man just training day in and day out, there was however a twist to it, the coach, the guide, it was Dilla, Dilla from Sadala. It was not like the hyperbolic time chamber, it was something beyond that, someplace where time could stop, a place where on inverting the clock, the sand won't flow down, it was the arena of the tournament of Power.

The task was not to find a coach it was to find someone to access the place, the void, it could only be the other Gohan, he had the potential to travel places, that's what he mentioned whilst explaining the not so explained temporal paradox, he was coming down to Earth to show his might, he had the ring he could use for that purpose, the real Gohan was still, pale, his arms and legs won't move, so did Videl, there have been several times she felt like it's the end, the time she was humiliated in front of hundreds and thousands about being Hercule's daughter and getting beaten up in a pulp or the time Majin Buu had her eaten like a bar of chocolate, things got back to normal, will this too? He arrived and his hand was aiming for her neck, "Everything…." It was as if the time could stop for her, "Everything went back to normal…." She couldn't see herself dying that day, "WILL YOU TOO?!" he stopped, "There is no going back, you said to your mother, a woman who took pains for you" she stood right in the front and slapped him with all her might, "Gohan, no, Fake Gohan, you have disappointed me" this really triggered him a lot, how many times has it been for him to hear that word? Disappointment. "And what do you know about disappointment?" he calmed himself down, "Weak or strong, when you feel joy in ruining other's lives, no one could be as ruined as you" he was still calm, "What was to be done? You left me, so did dad, so did everyone else, in a place I was saved, learned, and taught about how we shall save this universe, I support my faction, there is no going back" this was all the talks they could have, the clock ran out of sand, Baba was still gazing at the machine, the stats were rising, the life bar was rising, so was her eyebrows, "This has to be done" he said to her the last words, "And what do you know about what has to be done or not?" it was Beerus and Whis standing right behind them, "I don't need to fight you, and I knew you would come, that's why they are coming" he didn't hesitated a bit, he went on with Beerus, a kick blocked by the right arm and the blow of it went out to about 100 meters, glasses shattered, cars ringing their alarms, tables broken and Videl herself flew about a meter or two, "Your father always suggested to take fights outside the city" he smiled, "He is a coward, and I am not" this made Beerus to take a stance, "Now I know why he said he didn't raise you".

The place they picked was now what Broly called his home, he had a little family of three, they were all around the other side of the planet and in a gruesome grind towards their own pride. Up and down jumped flashes, they could just see her, every time one of them stopped, they could see her, they were once on the ground then above, then below. None of them was stopping and that's the case that needs to be carried on. While this all time, Sadala of universe 6 was on the verge of doom, they commanded a curfew over the whole planet, gushes of winds, some garbage, raw flesh, and some tiny insects were all that left on the road, Vegeta lost to his father in the battle around the outskirts of the city, he was taken wounded by his fellow thieves or comrades they said they were, they kept him beneath the castle, right outside the city. It was a bunker, created for his highness and the royal family for times they couldn't survive, food, clothes, and some bit of air, the sewer connected the city and the bunker, it was a big secret, that's how they could escape, Califla over the fight almost saw her demise, she took a punch right in the gut, not really demise but she is not so in the condition to talk, only left of them or their savior was Kale, she went on full berserk this time, not to fight King Vegeta but to take her comrades and run, the strong felt weak and wills went down, they were treated by the doctors once the soldiers guided them through the tunnel of the sewer, they broke it down in dust, so he won't follow. What was now left was scared Sadala himself, he was very anxious, "How could we ever win against him?" he said in anxiety pouring out of his face, his eyes were pale and he knelt, he could see his kingdom, one that his family handed him over, his father handed him, the legacy was all draining in that same sewer, "You are a coward" Vegeta said, "You think a Saiyan can morn on a loss?" he was wounded badly, and was even getting treated, "What kind of Saiyans are you people?" he spoke with a poke right in their trauma, "A Saiyan never morns over a loss, never stops, never withers, never rots, and if you do any of it before your last breath, you are not a Saiyan, I have a half Saiyan kid probably with the will of all of you combined" he stood up alongside his thieves, the doomsday was yet halted once more, "we give the fucker a fight" he said, something that Califla realized during her Kamikaze fight against King, when everyone left, "He is after you, no doubt" she said to Vegeta as they ate some canned meat, "I know, yet he is not killing me off", he stuffed some in his mouth, "Why?" Califla asked, "I don't know , probably because I don't care, this has gone far beyond a mere battle, dooming a whole planet makes me remember how scum of a rogues we were!" he was still stuffed with the food, "Rogues? Dooming?" Kale said sitting down with a can of her own, "You don't know about your own history? Perhaps it's about to happen or it even not, we may never see the day of dividing."

The day of dividing was certainly one of the many tests Dilla had to complete, its always the same for everyone, every Saiyan breed to ever live. It was Arcosians, mixed with Namekians they plotted a division, about supremacy among Saiyans, two factions were created, Patrols, already existing and Rogues, the democratic, corrupt and cutthroat people, they shared the most desire for power and they won't hesitate to dethrone any Patrol to sit on the large planet's throne. Dilla was on the fortunate side, she was brought in the Rogues this time as the story suggested by the keeper of the super dragon ball, "She shall witness the hardships" when her family finally accepted the Rogue faction she was ripped off her own titles, commander of what not, only her friend stood beside her, others went in the battlefield, "Almost feels like we are snitching on our own kind" Ery would describe their work in the faction, "Its spying, we are of nothing but pride" the war sparked a new era of rising of many great Saiyan warriors this test was nothing that Dilla experienced before, "The task is to create one that could stand in front of all the waves, stand in front and face its own kind, and know to think like its opponent" Zalama once mentioned with Grand Priest whilst they worked on the project, they named it Project Dilla. Hardships were the important part of her uprising, things if failed, she shall be discarded, once even lots loss the count of the times they ran the project, Zalama knew about it, he appointed someone, a Namekian, a clone of himself, to count the times, "2000822" he said on the day of succession, one thing to mind is with all the power in the hands of the ones stood below the Omni god, time was mere wording, so they were patient, the Namekian was not, he was 'awarded' (As Zalama called it) immortality, nothing is awarding about immortality, he was pissed and was very harsh the times he had to scrap the project away, he would kick her off the ship to dry and swell in space, strap her in a crashing ship to see her blasting in dust, cut her in pieces and all that was unimaginable with a lifeless body, once the project succeeded, he descended on the day of reckoning, whilst the dividing war continued and grabbed her to his ship, "Who the fuck are you?!" the day of his awards came to an end, looking at her, he could only smile, was that Joy of relief? Or the joy of seeing millions of Saiyans die? It was not sure, "I am finally free….." he said, As his eyes started bleeding, his throat was ripped open from the middle like a horizontal cut, he covered it with his hands, the blood ran from above and beneath of his hand's gaps to the floor of the ship, "How can you kill me now?!" he was pissed again, "You promised great fortune!" he yelled, barely, "I am Dende, the savior of Namekians…." He fell dropping dead, "How can you kill me now?!" he became lifeless, and baring witness was Dilla, terrified and a bit cold, it was the start of her stellar days, start of the legendary Saiyan era.