ThePrsn

After writing the first chapter, I've decided that the novel won't be as simple as I originally wanted it to be. I cannot, in good conscience, release something that I do not find enjoyable to read.

As such, in addition to the basic synopsis listed below and in my author note, there are a few extra things that I'd like to add:

Reginald Rey Von Homestein, misled out of a normal life by a pair of drunkard parents, found himself at the end of his life with nothing but his tremendous wealth and an even more tremendous lonesome. 

Without a purpose, one's soul is weak and conflicted, without resolve, one's will is paltry and hapless. But what if the two were to intersect? What if an individual's resolve was to find his very own purpose? 

Desperation evolves into will, and Reginald's soul begins his journey to find his purpose. And what better place to find a purpose than a world of limitless power? 

What better motivation to fuel resolve than ambition?

What better way to for a person to come to terms with his own existence... than to control the existence of every single being in the multiverse?

Reginald will find himself thrust to the forefront of a reimagined Dragon Ball multiverse, fraught with dangerous and downright insane foes! 

But when one is truly willing to give anything in order to achieve their objective, then what's the harm in fighting insane with a little insane of his own...

(TL;DR) A basic synopsis for my plot would be: A person is reincarnated into the Dragon Ball multiverse as a Saiyan named Cress, and takes it upon himself to become the king of the Saiyan world and establish their might to the furtherest corners of the multiverse.

This will be a power fantasy with a lot of wish fulfilment, some romance (It is improbable that there will be anything particularly intimate), and an overpowered main character (over time, otherwise I'd be too bored to write anymore).

Also, I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT or Dragon Ball Super.

All of these licenses belong to their rightful owners, which includes Akira Toriyama, who deserves credit for being the awesome dude that created the awesome story that I am now reimagining.

I hope you enjoy reading this novel. Have a wonderful day!

The Kingdom Of The Saiyans

This is an excerpt from Chapter 11. And while it is not representative of the entire novel, it is fun, and that's what matters. That is what this is about... FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Creativity is great and writing is wonderful, but I had fun writing this part, so I want people to go in with that in mind.


*I HAVE ALTERED THE FIRST PARAGRAPH TO SERVE AS A BETTER INTRODUCTION!*


*I SHALL CLEARLY DENOTE THE ALTERED PORTION FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE*


Nice To Meet'Ya, it's Planet Vegeta, the Creeper UND Weaver of Genocidal PEOPLES. 


They are apes with tails and bales of ale leaving a trail as long as this tale avails.


As a new Saiyan named Cress invokes a homily, his creation - I confess - is a tedious anomaly.


So as his family merrily bury me, I'll switch the script as this brat will leave the care of me.


We arrive at a meeting set in lands of waste, as a Prince waits, having arrived in haste.


A King's insistence showed his love to be hollow, this pill for this Prince was too hard to swallow.


And now as the tale approaches, the tail-end begins, as the planet hath planned it; our story begins.


'By my wit, I will, with strength and skill; surely lay to bed. The King who now defines my ilk; that is, until I kill him dead.'


The prince thought with pain, the lack of power that had fraught him despite the very strength that had sought him.


It was all very unfair, but when it was laid to bare. One would find that impatience and pride where the primary causes of this affair.


Stuck in the rage boiled his toiling character, fluctuated merit dump that feeds an ego through a decapitated stump, so much so that he feels inadequate and then some.


Such that his maturity is incarcerated, his sense of right is dilapidated; only the rage that continues to toil can be emancipated.


If such a game is fated, then can the player ever truly be hated?


The answer may surprise you, as sense does senseless to be fully sated.


Broly walks in, knockabout, a corner out from the round, he just sat down.


This very feat led Getes to be involuntarily volunteered to this scary beat. 


For it could be said, a hundred Vegetas piled up would be quite dead, if faced right there with qualms ahead.


"Is this the Saiyan character? Have at thee mighty race; your un-kneeling disparager!"


Vegeta stood stout, as the young sprout's grown snout sufficiently bowed out. He was cowed now for what father had said, could be generously translated in head, that his addendum would be amended for dread.


As every rich thought in him had floated, his young mind had forgotten or distorted that he had not gloated.


He was surely a monster, but one unable to revel. For even the antichrist must bow to the devil. 


"Rotten weed! How hast thou forgotten me? For I am thou ill-gotten liege; bow plebe."


As he stood there non-arisen, the thoughts had spurned on unabated.


They'd lingered, loitered, and lavishly scavenged the henges and hinges of his mind bearing cabin.


'Is father now is testing me? Or is his interest perhaps in the power that rests in me. If that is the case, then that which vests in me shall never regress nor ever say that it hath bested me.'


'…Is that me now? Getting tested and toyed with at every step? Is this love and care? If so… I'd like to remind me not to."


A Taste Of TKOTS (Teaser for New Readers)