Gareeku's story: Update; 10/02/2006 - chapter 6
Feb 8, 2006 5:44:53 GMT
Post by gareeku on Feb 8, 2006 5:44:53 GMT
I didn't know where else to put this, as nowhere else is really right for it and this is the closest thing to a multimedia board
The original version of Gareeku's history I wrote was nearly 2 years ago, and so naturally its crap. I was thinking about re-writing it for a long while, and then i though i might as well make into a story. The prologue is a bit rubbish i know, but i will be certainly improving it in time. Feedback is very much appreciated. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Chapter 6 will be up very soon, just need to finish it off first XD
Prologue
Before I tell you the story you are about to hear, I should inform you now that the protagonist of the story is what was known as a Krazoa-Saiyan. Throughout the universe, there exists hundreds upon hundreds of races, ranging from all shapes and sizes. The Krazoa-Saiyans however did not actually originate from the dimension we inhabit. You see, there are in fact many different universes throughout the cosmos, each with its own set of galaxies and races, with some even being almost identical to others, an example of this in fact being that our protagonist’s home universe was virtually identical to ours.
In terms of appearance, Krazoa-Saiyans looked identical to us in almost every way, or specifically a saiyan if you have ever encountered one. That is, if you exclude the fact that these beings had tails, specifically blue in fur colour. These tails were, like the saiyans we know, what we would regard as monkey-like, as they were long and slender in shape, and just as agile and flexible as a monkey’s. Their society was also much like ours; they were an honourable and peaceful race, but were also strong warriors who more than knew how to fight. It was because of this that they took up the role of becoming the galaxy’s protectors, due to the growing sense of evil lurking through nearby space, waiting to strike.
There are many stories, legends even, of noble quests written throughout history; stories that are passed down into history that tell of great loss, suffering and pain, yet at the same time of hope, courage and heroism. One such story is well known throughout the lands of this world; the story of a man who only as a mere child witnessed evils that many people would shiver at the thought of. Yet this man chose to rise above it; to find the justice, truth and peace that he once embraced. He was a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Come, let me tell you the story of this man…come with me as I tell you the story…no, the legend…of Gareeku Manoko, the Krazoa-Saiyan warrior.
Chapter 1
As with any story, we must start from the beginning. Beginnings of stories are often of a happy affair, and Gareeku’s was no different. It was a Friday, and just having left school for the weekend, a teenage Krazoa-Saiyan, 14 in age, was on his way home. Just under six feet in height, the boy also sported a spiky hair, one common trait of Krazoa-Saiyans, two bangs of hair also falling down over his forehead in a middle-parting style. Humming to himself quietly, the boy had not a care in the world. It was Friday, school had ended with surprisingly no homework to do, and he was looking forward to doing some serious relaxing for the next couple of days. Things could not be going more smoothly for the young Gareeku Manoko as he walked on home, swinging his blue tail to and fro merrily.
Ten minutes later, the young man was walking through the front door of his home, dumping his school bag in the house’s hallway before making his way to the kitchen at the end of it.
“Hey mum, I’m home!” Gareeku called as he walked down the hallway. Coming into the kitchen, he saw his mother, Alica Manoko, humming away to herself as she read a newspaper whilst sitting at the kitchen table.
Gareeku’s mother was a kind woman; some would even go to say she was an excellent role model for a mother. She was loving to her child, yet she also knew that children had to be disciplined as well, and so was not afraid to deal out punishments to her son. Around 5’ 8” in height, she was a slim woman; her regular workouts helping her keep her figure even after she had Gareeku. Her long dark brown hair cascaded down her back in a relatively straight fashion, although there was the odd curl here and there.
As Gareeku walked over to investigate what in the large metallic pot sitting on the over, Alica looked up with her deep blue eyes and smiled warmly.
“Hey you, you know that’s for dinner later, it’s not for now!” She stated with a slight giggle, walking over to Gareeku and giving her son a hug, “besides, you’ve got training with your father when he gets home from work, I’m sure you’ll be hungry after that.”
“Aww, but mum, do I have to?” Gareeku said, disappointment written all over his face as he slumped his shoulders slightly. You see, despite the heroic exploits that most people have of Gareeku getting involved in, before his life changed he wasn’t the kind of boy that particularly enjoyed training with his father. In fact, Gareeku was just like any other teenager, preferring to just hang out with his friends rather than do work.
“Now son, I know you don’t like it, but you know your father wants you to do well in your martial arts and become a strong fighter” Gareeku’s mother explained with a slightly stern tone to her voice.
“Okay mum” Gareeku grumbled in reply, Alica smiling at this.
“Good. Now, go and tidy your room before your father gets home. It’s a complete mess” Alica ordered, turning back to the pot on the oven hob.
“Aww, but mum-“
“-no buts! Go!”
A few hours later, it was late in the evening, and Gareeku was exhausted from his training with his father. His training had been particularly hard-going this evening as Gareeku’s father, Siriso Manoko, had his son go through a tough series of fitness exercises and martial arts practice. Sirsio was a man who worked for the Krazoa-Saiyan forces, and so it was no surprise that the man was very fit and strong. Quite but not overly muscular in build and 6 feet precisely in height, Gareeku’s father also sported a spiky hairstyle, only Siriso’s hair spiked out backwards although, like Gareeku, he also had two bangs of hair that fell down his forehead in a middle parting style.
Gareeku meanwhile was making his way up to bed after saying goodnight to his parents. After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, the teenage Krazoa-Saiyan jumped straight into bed, not taking long before he drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, completely unaware of the horrifying events he would witness the next day…
Chapter 2
“Gareeku! Gareeku get up now!” A voice yelled as the young man woke up, having been shaken awake by his mother. Naturally the boy was quite confused, but the desperate and somewhat scared expression on his mother’s face told him something was wrong; very wrong. Getting changed as fast as he could, the boy raced downstairs and out of the front door of his home. Looking down the street, Gareeku’s eyes widened with horror at what he was now witnessing.
The sky, instead of being a light blue with the sun blazing down from the heavens, was now swarming with huge black objects; spaceships. There were thousands of them, either racing along or hovering in one place, and those that were hovering were dropping off something. Watching these things land on the ground, Gareeku finally got a better idea of what these things were, but he would remember there faces for the rest of his life.
The creatures that were landing on the ground were very reptilian in nature, from their scaly skin to their lizard-shaped heads and piercing green animalistic eyes. Clothed in black armour and wielding various brutal-looking objects, the young blue-tailed boy watched as their lips curled up in glee as he eyed up the planet’s natives, patting their weaponry menacingly as they licked their lips, seemingly hungry for battle and violence. One of the reptilian creatures then stepped forwards. The armour that this creature wore was slightly different to what the others wore, in that this particular creature sported a royal blue cape that was fastened to the shoulder pads of the armour.
“Hello to you all. My name is Commander Ak’ Soth. Before the day is through, you shall all learn to fear the Zenosians” the creature hissed with a deep husky voice and a wicked smirk. Turning to the ranks of Zenosians behind him, Ak’ Soth waved his clawed hand casually as he walked off behind them, and so the slaughter began.
In a matter of minutes, utter carnage was now sweeping through the area, and indeed across the planet. All across the planet Saiya, panic was rife, as was the blood and corpses of innocent people as the Zenosians took no mercy in dealing with the natives of the planet. Everywhere the young Krazoa-Saiyan looked, Zenosians were slaughtering and torturing with sadistic glee written upon their faces, their fangs beard in toothy grins as they mercilessly slaughtered men, women and children who tried to fight back but were no match for the invaders that now swarmed all across their planet.
It was then that among this chaos and killing, Gareeku noticed that his mother or father were nowhere to be seen. With closed eyes and tears streaming down the young man’s face he began to run. He didn’t care where he was going, all he cared about was finding his parents and getting away from all the evil, misery and suffering. If there truly was a hell on earth, this would be a fairly accurate portrayal of it. Nobody, let alone a 14 year old boy, should have to witness what the young Gareeku did that day, but alas he did, and the worst was yet to come.
Gareeku suddenly felt himself hit something hard before falling backwards onto to the floor. Looking up, his widened with fear as he saw what he had collided into. Turning round to face the boy on the floor, the Zenosian soldier looked down upon his prey with a smirk, petting the serrated blade in his clawed hands menacingly.
“Hello there, monkey. I think it’s safe to say you just bumped into the wrong Zenosian today…” the creature hissed, before raising his blade above his head, ready to strike. It was then that something inside the young Krazoa-Saiyan snapped. Call it what you will; luck or whatever, but something within the young man suddenly made him angry; VERY angry. With a white aura suddenly bursting into life violently around his body, Gareeku leapt back up onto his feet and attacked. In a second the Zenosian’s facial expression changed from one of sadistic satisfaction to one of shock and slight fear, gasping for air as the young man’s fist thundered into, and indeed through, the creature’s gut, bursting out the other side through the Zenosian’s back.
You see, the Krazoa-Saiyan method of fighting was largely based on martial arts and ki; energy that dwells within every living thing, but is difficult to master because of its largely destructive nature. Krazoa-Saiyans however had been practising the art of ki use for generations, and so were very skilled in using it. However, even their ki mastery would not save them from the Zenosian onslaught as we shall soon find out.
With the Zenosian soldier’s now lifeless body falling to the ground in a slump, Gareeku resumed his running, his hand and the bottom of his sweater’s sleeve now stained with blood. It wasn’t long before another group of ships were now flying through the skies, dropping off Krazoa-Saiyan soldiers while also firing upon the Zenosian ships. However, Gareeku was not concerned with this, he was too concerned for his parent’s whereabouts, and it wouldn’t be long before he would find them.
Chapter 3
It wasn’t long before Gareeku found himself outside of the city’s government buildings. As he lived in the urban district of the capital city of the planet, Gareeku had travelled quite a distance, as the government buildings were virtually on the other side of the city. In a way Gareeku had also surprised himself at only getting attacked by the Zenosian forces once, mainly because the invading forces were too busy inflicting pain upon others for them to notice him.
Standing outside of the government buildings, Gareeku felt his heart beat faster and faster as he saw that Zenosian soldiers were swarming the grounds outside of the building complex. It was then however, that his heart stopped as he saw a truly heart-breaking sight.
At the feet of one group of three Zenosians there a body sprawled out on the floor; a female body; the body of Gareeku’s mother.
“No…no! NO!” Gareeku screamed as he ran to the body, tearing streaming down his face as he did so. Kneeling down upon the floor, Gareeku shook his mother’s body, trying in futile desperation to look for any signs of life from here, but none could be found. Holding the body of his mother in his arms, the young man wept, completely overcome by grief and pain.
The Zenosians stood around the boy and his dead mother meanwhile only looked on, smug grins written all their faces as they watched Gareeku grieve.
“Hey kid, that bitch yours?” One of them snorted, before he and the others laughed in sadistic glee at the heartbreak before them.
“She was my mother…she was everything to me…” Gareeku said quietly. It was then that the grief began to subside within him. In its place was growing feeling of rage. Gareeku’s mother had been everything to him, and these sadistic invaders had torn her violently away from him. The young man vowed then and there that he would not let these monsters live, “…and you TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!!”
Screaming with rage at the top of his voice, the aura that had engulfed Gareeku before reappeared. However, this time the aura was now golden in colour, and erupted into life much more violently, causing the ground around the group to shake violently as the young man’s hair stood up on end due to the intensity of the aura. Gareeku’s eyes were also slightly different, as the pupils and irises had now disappeared, leaving only the whites showing, his face displaying the hatred the young man was feeling towards the group of Zenosians before him.
Stepping back a few paces, the group of Zenosians looked on at the display of power they were now witnessing with fear written all over their faces. How could a mere boy be giving off this much energy and power? To them it was mind-boggling, but they did not know the fate that now awaited them.
Without warning, the young Gareeku suddenly blasted forward at them, attacking them full on with no mercy. One of the Zenosian was sent straight to the floor, dead in an instant as Gareeku’s foot smashed into the side of his head, rupturing his brain violently. Swiftly moving on to the next Zenosian, the young Krazoa-Saiyan then executed a lighting-fast chop to the creature’s neck, the attack being so powerful that the chop sliced clean through the soldier’s neck, beheading him. The last Zenosian witnessed the deaths of his comrades and dropped to his knees, begging for mercy. None would be found however, as Gareeku then chose him as his next target, launching a ki ball which smashed clean through the creature’s stomach and out through his back, the Zenosian gargling as blood filled his lungs before dropping dead on the floor.
Collapsing onto his hands and knees, Gareeku breathed deeply, closing his eyes as the golden aura swirling aura him abruptly disappeared. Opening his eyes again, which were also now back to normal, the young man stared at his blood stained hands as he thought about what he had just done. It seemed that today, every time he had gotten angry, he had lost control of himself, the blood on his hands proving this. Glancing back at his mother’s body, Gareeku shook his head as he got back up; facing the swarms of Zenosians that now surrounded him.
Chapter 4
Gareeku’s current situation was definitely not good, as you can imagine. Here he was, a 14 year old boy now facing off against at least 30 Zenosian soldiers. It was then that Gareeku’s “luck” would kick in again, as laser fire was now suddenly raining down up the Zenosians around him, causing the creatures to retreat. Looking up, he saw a craft descend to the ground in front of him, the door then opening as a voice shouted to him from inside. It was a Krazoa-Saiyan craft, proven by the fact that it had the emblem for the Krazoa-Saiyan military displayed on the side of it.
“Get in! and bring your mother with you!” the familiar-sounding voice shouted huskily from the opening. Running over to his mother, Gareeku picked up her body in his arms, tears beginning to stream down his face again as he ran into the ships opening, the door closing as he did so as the ship took off and blasted into the sky.
Looking at the man in the pilot seat of the craft, Gareeku found why the voice sounded so familiar to him. It was Gareeku’s father, although he now looked in quite a bad state to say the least. His left arm had been completely severed from his body, meaning that he had to drive the craft with only one hand, blood gushing out from his massive wound at an alarming rate. His body was littered with deep gashes and bruises and his clothes were torn and stained with his own and others blood.
“Dad…mum’s-” Gareeku began, tears still streaming down his face.
“-Yes, I know son. We need to get off of this planet. I don’t have much time” Gareeku’s father said grimly, his comment having more than one meaning, one of which Gareeku would find out soon enough.
Soon afterwards, the craft had blasted through the planet’s atmosphere into space, the small craft weaving in and out of the massive fleet of Zenosian ships that hovered menacingly over the planet. One of the ships in particular was especially large, with what looked like a huge energy cannon mounted on its front. Gareeku’s father gritted his teeth as he saw this; unlike Gareeku, he knew exactly what the cannon was for.
It was then that a loud beeping was heard as a light began flashing on the board above the pilot seat.
“Shit, the fuel is running low. Just my fucking luck” Gareeku’s father muttered through gritted teeth, “We’re gonna have to land on Aithos.”
In case you’re wondering, Aithos is one of the two moons that orbits the planet nearest Saiya; the planet Arkhun. While the planet Arkhun itself is inhospitable due to its harsh weather conditions, Arkhun in fact has its own atmosphere much similar to that of Saiya’s, although oddly enough no one had yet made a settlement there. Setting down the craft upon the moon’s surface, Gareeku’s father looked back at his son with a soft smile, before collapsing in his chair with exhaustion. Flying the craft to where they currently were had taken much effort for the man, especially in his appalling condition.
“Dad!” Gareeku exclaimed, helping his father out of the pilot seat and taking him and his mother’s body outside. Setting them both on the floor, Gareeku looked on in fear for his father.
“Gareeku…I’m not going to make it, but I just wanted to say…I saw you fight the soldiers today…you were truly great…I’m proud of you son” Sirsio said to his son, smiling softly as his breath became more shallow and ragged. It was becoming clear that the man was now dieing because of his injuries, and although Gareeku didn’t want to admit it, it looked like it was time to say goodbye.
“No dad, you’re gonna live. We’re gonna live on another planet and be happy” Gareeku said, his voice becoming shaky as his eyes welled up with tears.
“Heh, you always were optimistic Gareeku” His father replied, chuckling softly, “Goodbye son…I love you…”
“D-dad?...DAD?!” Gareeku shouted in desperation, shaking his father’s body, but Siriso had now also departed from this world. Once again the young man was overtaken by grief, sobbing as he clutched the body of his dead parents in his arms.
I don’t about you, but personally I would never dream what Gareeku went through that day on another soul. To go what he had to go through is truly beyond words. However, as before, the grief and sadness, slowly began to turn to rage; rage against those who had harmed his loved ones and taken them away from him. Screaming at the top of his voice, for a third time his aura exploded violently into life around his body. However, much more than the aura now swirling around the young man’s body would become apparent. As before, Gareeku’s hair spiked up, but this time it suddenly changed colour, changing from black to a shimmering gold. His eyes also changed; his pupils and irises turning an emerald green colour. What would be truly noticeable however, especially for people who could sense ki, would be the sheer power now radiating from the young man’s body; it was incredible.
However, as soon as the change in Gareeku had become apparent, it soon disappeared again as the young man’s appearance changed back to its original state. Groaning slightly, Gareeku energy and emotions were completely burnt out and so, collapsing from exhaustion, the young man passed out into unconsciousness, his body slumping on the ground next to the bodies of his dead parents as another ship landed close by…
The original version of Gareeku's history I wrote was nearly 2 years ago, and so naturally its crap. I was thinking about re-writing it for a long while, and then i though i might as well make into a story. The prologue is a bit rubbish i know, but i will be certainly improving it in time. Feedback is very much appreciated. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Chapter 6 will be up very soon, just need to finish it off first XD
Prologue
Before I tell you the story you are about to hear, I should inform you now that the protagonist of the story is what was known as a Krazoa-Saiyan. Throughout the universe, there exists hundreds upon hundreds of races, ranging from all shapes and sizes. The Krazoa-Saiyans however did not actually originate from the dimension we inhabit. You see, there are in fact many different universes throughout the cosmos, each with its own set of galaxies and races, with some even being almost identical to others, an example of this in fact being that our protagonist’s home universe was virtually identical to ours.
In terms of appearance, Krazoa-Saiyans looked identical to us in almost every way, or specifically a saiyan if you have ever encountered one. That is, if you exclude the fact that these beings had tails, specifically blue in fur colour. These tails were, like the saiyans we know, what we would regard as monkey-like, as they were long and slender in shape, and just as agile and flexible as a monkey’s. Their society was also much like ours; they were an honourable and peaceful race, but were also strong warriors who more than knew how to fight. It was because of this that they took up the role of becoming the galaxy’s protectors, due to the growing sense of evil lurking through nearby space, waiting to strike.
There are many stories, legends even, of noble quests written throughout history; stories that are passed down into history that tell of great loss, suffering and pain, yet at the same time of hope, courage and heroism. One such story is well known throughout the lands of this world; the story of a man who only as a mere child witnessed evils that many people would shiver at the thought of. Yet this man chose to rise above it; to find the justice, truth and peace that he once embraced. He was a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Come, let me tell you the story of this man…come with me as I tell you the story…no, the legend…of Gareeku Manoko, the Krazoa-Saiyan warrior.
Chapter 1
As with any story, we must start from the beginning. Beginnings of stories are often of a happy affair, and Gareeku’s was no different. It was a Friday, and just having left school for the weekend, a teenage Krazoa-Saiyan, 14 in age, was on his way home. Just under six feet in height, the boy also sported a spiky hair, one common trait of Krazoa-Saiyans, two bangs of hair also falling down over his forehead in a middle-parting style. Humming to himself quietly, the boy had not a care in the world. It was Friday, school had ended with surprisingly no homework to do, and he was looking forward to doing some serious relaxing for the next couple of days. Things could not be going more smoothly for the young Gareeku Manoko as he walked on home, swinging his blue tail to and fro merrily.
Ten minutes later, the young man was walking through the front door of his home, dumping his school bag in the house’s hallway before making his way to the kitchen at the end of it.
“Hey mum, I’m home!” Gareeku called as he walked down the hallway. Coming into the kitchen, he saw his mother, Alica Manoko, humming away to herself as she read a newspaper whilst sitting at the kitchen table.
Gareeku’s mother was a kind woman; some would even go to say she was an excellent role model for a mother. She was loving to her child, yet she also knew that children had to be disciplined as well, and so was not afraid to deal out punishments to her son. Around 5’ 8” in height, she was a slim woman; her regular workouts helping her keep her figure even after she had Gareeku. Her long dark brown hair cascaded down her back in a relatively straight fashion, although there was the odd curl here and there.
As Gareeku walked over to investigate what in the large metallic pot sitting on the over, Alica looked up with her deep blue eyes and smiled warmly.
“Hey you, you know that’s for dinner later, it’s not for now!” She stated with a slight giggle, walking over to Gareeku and giving her son a hug, “besides, you’ve got training with your father when he gets home from work, I’m sure you’ll be hungry after that.”
“Aww, but mum, do I have to?” Gareeku said, disappointment written all over his face as he slumped his shoulders slightly. You see, despite the heroic exploits that most people have of Gareeku getting involved in, before his life changed he wasn’t the kind of boy that particularly enjoyed training with his father. In fact, Gareeku was just like any other teenager, preferring to just hang out with his friends rather than do work.
“Now son, I know you don’t like it, but you know your father wants you to do well in your martial arts and become a strong fighter” Gareeku’s mother explained with a slightly stern tone to her voice.
“Okay mum” Gareeku grumbled in reply, Alica smiling at this.
“Good. Now, go and tidy your room before your father gets home. It’s a complete mess” Alica ordered, turning back to the pot on the oven hob.
“Aww, but mum-“
“-no buts! Go!”
A few hours later, it was late in the evening, and Gareeku was exhausted from his training with his father. His training had been particularly hard-going this evening as Gareeku’s father, Siriso Manoko, had his son go through a tough series of fitness exercises and martial arts practice. Sirsio was a man who worked for the Krazoa-Saiyan forces, and so it was no surprise that the man was very fit and strong. Quite but not overly muscular in build and 6 feet precisely in height, Gareeku’s father also sported a spiky hairstyle, only Siriso’s hair spiked out backwards although, like Gareeku, he also had two bangs of hair that fell down his forehead in a middle parting style.
Gareeku meanwhile was making his way up to bed after saying goodnight to his parents. After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, the teenage Krazoa-Saiyan jumped straight into bed, not taking long before he drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, completely unaware of the horrifying events he would witness the next day…
Chapter 2
“Gareeku! Gareeku get up now!” A voice yelled as the young man woke up, having been shaken awake by his mother. Naturally the boy was quite confused, but the desperate and somewhat scared expression on his mother’s face told him something was wrong; very wrong. Getting changed as fast as he could, the boy raced downstairs and out of the front door of his home. Looking down the street, Gareeku’s eyes widened with horror at what he was now witnessing.
The sky, instead of being a light blue with the sun blazing down from the heavens, was now swarming with huge black objects; spaceships. There were thousands of them, either racing along or hovering in one place, and those that were hovering were dropping off something. Watching these things land on the ground, Gareeku finally got a better idea of what these things were, but he would remember there faces for the rest of his life.
The creatures that were landing on the ground were very reptilian in nature, from their scaly skin to their lizard-shaped heads and piercing green animalistic eyes. Clothed in black armour and wielding various brutal-looking objects, the young blue-tailed boy watched as their lips curled up in glee as he eyed up the planet’s natives, patting their weaponry menacingly as they licked their lips, seemingly hungry for battle and violence. One of the reptilian creatures then stepped forwards. The armour that this creature wore was slightly different to what the others wore, in that this particular creature sported a royal blue cape that was fastened to the shoulder pads of the armour.
“Hello to you all. My name is Commander Ak’ Soth. Before the day is through, you shall all learn to fear the Zenosians” the creature hissed with a deep husky voice and a wicked smirk. Turning to the ranks of Zenosians behind him, Ak’ Soth waved his clawed hand casually as he walked off behind them, and so the slaughter began.
In a matter of minutes, utter carnage was now sweeping through the area, and indeed across the planet. All across the planet Saiya, panic was rife, as was the blood and corpses of innocent people as the Zenosians took no mercy in dealing with the natives of the planet. Everywhere the young Krazoa-Saiyan looked, Zenosians were slaughtering and torturing with sadistic glee written upon their faces, their fangs beard in toothy grins as they mercilessly slaughtered men, women and children who tried to fight back but were no match for the invaders that now swarmed all across their planet.
It was then that among this chaos and killing, Gareeku noticed that his mother or father were nowhere to be seen. With closed eyes and tears streaming down the young man’s face he began to run. He didn’t care where he was going, all he cared about was finding his parents and getting away from all the evil, misery and suffering. If there truly was a hell on earth, this would be a fairly accurate portrayal of it. Nobody, let alone a 14 year old boy, should have to witness what the young Gareeku did that day, but alas he did, and the worst was yet to come.
Gareeku suddenly felt himself hit something hard before falling backwards onto to the floor. Looking up, his widened with fear as he saw what he had collided into. Turning round to face the boy on the floor, the Zenosian soldier looked down upon his prey with a smirk, petting the serrated blade in his clawed hands menacingly.
“Hello there, monkey. I think it’s safe to say you just bumped into the wrong Zenosian today…” the creature hissed, before raising his blade above his head, ready to strike. It was then that something inside the young Krazoa-Saiyan snapped. Call it what you will; luck or whatever, but something within the young man suddenly made him angry; VERY angry. With a white aura suddenly bursting into life violently around his body, Gareeku leapt back up onto his feet and attacked. In a second the Zenosian’s facial expression changed from one of sadistic satisfaction to one of shock and slight fear, gasping for air as the young man’s fist thundered into, and indeed through, the creature’s gut, bursting out the other side through the Zenosian’s back.
You see, the Krazoa-Saiyan method of fighting was largely based on martial arts and ki; energy that dwells within every living thing, but is difficult to master because of its largely destructive nature. Krazoa-Saiyans however had been practising the art of ki use for generations, and so were very skilled in using it. However, even their ki mastery would not save them from the Zenosian onslaught as we shall soon find out.
With the Zenosian soldier’s now lifeless body falling to the ground in a slump, Gareeku resumed his running, his hand and the bottom of his sweater’s sleeve now stained with blood. It wasn’t long before another group of ships were now flying through the skies, dropping off Krazoa-Saiyan soldiers while also firing upon the Zenosian ships. However, Gareeku was not concerned with this, he was too concerned for his parent’s whereabouts, and it wouldn’t be long before he would find them.
Chapter 3
It wasn’t long before Gareeku found himself outside of the city’s government buildings. As he lived in the urban district of the capital city of the planet, Gareeku had travelled quite a distance, as the government buildings were virtually on the other side of the city. In a way Gareeku had also surprised himself at only getting attacked by the Zenosian forces once, mainly because the invading forces were too busy inflicting pain upon others for them to notice him.
Standing outside of the government buildings, Gareeku felt his heart beat faster and faster as he saw that Zenosian soldiers were swarming the grounds outside of the building complex. It was then however, that his heart stopped as he saw a truly heart-breaking sight.
At the feet of one group of three Zenosians there a body sprawled out on the floor; a female body; the body of Gareeku’s mother.
“No…no! NO!” Gareeku screamed as he ran to the body, tearing streaming down his face as he did so. Kneeling down upon the floor, Gareeku shook his mother’s body, trying in futile desperation to look for any signs of life from here, but none could be found. Holding the body of his mother in his arms, the young man wept, completely overcome by grief and pain.
The Zenosians stood around the boy and his dead mother meanwhile only looked on, smug grins written all their faces as they watched Gareeku grieve.
“Hey kid, that bitch yours?” One of them snorted, before he and the others laughed in sadistic glee at the heartbreak before them.
“She was my mother…she was everything to me…” Gareeku said quietly. It was then that the grief began to subside within him. In its place was growing feeling of rage. Gareeku’s mother had been everything to him, and these sadistic invaders had torn her violently away from him. The young man vowed then and there that he would not let these monsters live, “…and you TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!!”
Screaming with rage at the top of his voice, the aura that had engulfed Gareeku before reappeared. However, this time the aura was now golden in colour, and erupted into life much more violently, causing the ground around the group to shake violently as the young man’s hair stood up on end due to the intensity of the aura. Gareeku’s eyes were also slightly different, as the pupils and irises had now disappeared, leaving only the whites showing, his face displaying the hatred the young man was feeling towards the group of Zenosians before him.
Stepping back a few paces, the group of Zenosians looked on at the display of power they were now witnessing with fear written all over their faces. How could a mere boy be giving off this much energy and power? To them it was mind-boggling, but they did not know the fate that now awaited them.
Without warning, the young Gareeku suddenly blasted forward at them, attacking them full on with no mercy. One of the Zenosian was sent straight to the floor, dead in an instant as Gareeku’s foot smashed into the side of his head, rupturing his brain violently. Swiftly moving on to the next Zenosian, the young Krazoa-Saiyan then executed a lighting-fast chop to the creature’s neck, the attack being so powerful that the chop sliced clean through the soldier’s neck, beheading him. The last Zenosian witnessed the deaths of his comrades and dropped to his knees, begging for mercy. None would be found however, as Gareeku then chose him as his next target, launching a ki ball which smashed clean through the creature’s stomach and out through his back, the Zenosian gargling as blood filled his lungs before dropping dead on the floor.
Collapsing onto his hands and knees, Gareeku breathed deeply, closing his eyes as the golden aura swirling aura him abruptly disappeared. Opening his eyes again, which were also now back to normal, the young man stared at his blood stained hands as he thought about what he had just done. It seemed that today, every time he had gotten angry, he had lost control of himself, the blood on his hands proving this. Glancing back at his mother’s body, Gareeku shook his head as he got back up; facing the swarms of Zenosians that now surrounded him.
Chapter 4
Gareeku’s current situation was definitely not good, as you can imagine. Here he was, a 14 year old boy now facing off against at least 30 Zenosian soldiers. It was then that Gareeku’s “luck” would kick in again, as laser fire was now suddenly raining down up the Zenosians around him, causing the creatures to retreat. Looking up, he saw a craft descend to the ground in front of him, the door then opening as a voice shouted to him from inside. It was a Krazoa-Saiyan craft, proven by the fact that it had the emblem for the Krazoa-Saiyan military displayed on the side of it.
“Get in! and bring your mother with you!” the familiar-sounding voice shouted huskily from the opening. Running over to his mother, Gareeku picked up her body in his arms, tears beginning to stream down his face again as he ran into the ships opening, the door closing as he did so as the ship took off and blasted into the sky.
Looking at the man in the pilot seat of the craft, Gareeku found why the voice sounded so familiar to him. It was Gareeku’s father, although he now looked in quite a bad state to say the least. His left arm had been completely severed from his body, meaning that he had to drive the craft with only one hand, blood gushing out from his massive wound at an alarming rate. His body was littered with deep gashes and bruises and his clothes were torn and stained with his own and others blood.
“Dad…mum’s-” Gareeku began, tears still streaming down his face.
“-Yes, I know son. We need to get off of this planet. I don’t have much time” Gareeku’s father said grimly, his comment having more than one meaning, one of which Gareeku would find out soon enough.
Soon afterwards, the craft had blasted through the planet’s atmosphere into space, the small craft weaving in and out of the massive fleet of Zenosian ships that hovered menacingly over the planet. One of the ships in particular was especially large, with what looked like a huge energy cannon mounted on its front. Gareeku’s father gritted his teeth as he saw this; unlike Gareeku, he knew exactly what the cannon was for.
It was then that a loud beeping was heard as a light began flashing on the board above the pilot seat.
“Shit, the fuel is running low. Just my fucking luck” Gareeku’s father muttered through gritted teeth, “We’re gonna have to land on Aithos.”
In case you’re wondering, Aithos is one of the two moons that orbits the planet nearest Saiya; the planet Arkhun. While the planet Arkhun itself is inhospitable due to its harsh weather conditions, Arkhun in fact has its own atmosphere much similar to that of Saiya’s, although oddly enough no one had yet made a settlement there. Setting down the craft upon the moon’s surface, Gareeku’s father looked back at his son with a soft smile, before collapsing in his chair with exhaustion. Flying the craft to where they currently were had taken much effort for the man, especially in his appalling condition.
“Dad!” Gareeku exclaimed, helping his father out of the pilot seat and taking him and his mother’s body outside. Setting them both on the floor, Gareeku looked on in fear for his father.
“Gareeku…I’m not going to make it, but I just wanted to say…I saw you fight the soldiers today…you were truly great…I’m proud of you son” Sirsio said to his son, smiling softly as his breath became more shallow and ragged. It was becoming clear that the man was now dieing because of his injuries, and although Gareeku didn’t want to admit it, it looked like it was time to say goodbye.
“No dad, you’re gonna live. We’re gonna live on another planet and be happy” Gareeku said, his voice becoming shaky as his eyes welled up with tears.
“Heh, you always were optimistic Gareeku” His father replied, chuckling softly, “Goodbye son…I love you…”
“D-dad?...DAD?!” Gareeku shouted in desperation, shaking his father’s body, but Siriso had now also departed from this world. Once again the young man was overtaken by grief, sobbing as he clutched the body of his dead parents in his arms.
I don’t about you, but personally I would never dream what Gareeku went through that day on another soul. To go what he had to go through is truly beyond words. However, as before, the grief and sadness, slowly began to turn to rage; rage against those who had harmed his loved ones and taken them away from him. Screaming at the top of his voice, for a third time his aura exploded violently into life around his body. However, much more than the aura now swirling around the young man’s body would become apparent. As before, Gareeku’s hair spiked up, but this time it suddenly changed colour, changing from black to a shimmering gold. His eyes also changed; his pupils and irises turning an emerald green colour. What would be truly noticeable however, especially for people who could sense ki, would be the sheer power now radiating from the young man’s body; it was incredible.
However, as soon as the change in Gareeku had become apparent, it soon disappeared again as the young man’s appearance changed back to its original state. Groaning slightly, Gareeku energy and emotions were completely burnt out and so, collapsing from exhaustion, the young man passed out into unconsciousness, his body slumping on the ground next to the bodies of his dead parents as another ship landed close by…