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Asia, a beauty unparalleled on the small blue planet of Earth, its ornate buildings filled with intricate architecture and culture. City streets bustling with life as the citizens of the most densely populated continent on the blue planet went about their daily business. Merchants crowding the busy back streets of the inner city, flogging their wares to the passers by offering cheaper prices and higher quality goods then their competitors. No matter where you turned, the grand metropolis named after Mr. Satan the hero responsible for saving the earth against a Bio-Android and a Majin menace, large statues and tributes where erected throughout the city in homage to their saviour.

Mr. Satan was such an idol of the people that some had decided to dedicate their lives to Martial Arts, a few miles away from the neon core of the city stood a small training village where these afore mentioned warriors honed their skills. Dojo’s as far as the eye could see offering “the ultimate” martial art, in truth the styles were mixes of other watered down forms. Almost all of the styles featured a hybrid between the ancient art of Muay Thai and Jiu Jitsu. It was at one such dojo where a mass of fighters had gathered all to witness what they thought of as a celebrity, somebody who had passed through the preliminary and first rounds of the Galactic Invitational Tournament.

Okura stood in the centre of a traditional style dojo, surrounded by men all clad in pristine white gi’s and adorned with their belt of rank. One by one they were felled by a crushing blow delivered by Okura putting them down, he grew weary of the futile attacks and was surprised when the expressions on the spectators faces as their shock failed to subside. Speculations to the origins of his power were hurled around the room some of the older more experienced fighters could recognise the that he used a powerful martial art known as Midorikatai which has the basic principal of overwhelming your opponent with devastating power, albeit at a high physical strain to the users body. Others would proclaim the fact that he was an alien using the tail as proof, some even prophesised that he was an android sent by a rival clan to destroy their dojo.

Okura sighed as he slid into his jacket and made for the door, another dojo had failed to provide a worthy challenge, he walked calmly through the epicentre of the martial artists as they kept a safe distance away from him all ready to defend themselves if he made any sudden move. Silently he opened the door and slipped out into the night continuing his search for a worthy training partner, a small crumpled piece of paper was produced from his pocket and another dojo was crossed from an already complete list, had his trip been a waste of time? He crushed the paper in his hand and set it ablaze with a small spray of Ki.

“Whoa Mr! You can really fight!” A lithe child with a fully shaven head and 6 small dots burned onto his scalp cried out towards Okura, even in the fighting village where all the different styles had different uniforms and customs he stood out as he was draped in a faded golden gi, with cream trousers and an orange sash. “My name is Kiuri!” The friendly youth extended his hand towards the Saiyan with a large beaming smile across his face.

“...Name’s Okura, kid”
The tall Saiyan gestured as he shook Kiuri’s hand. The Saiyan though nothing of the avid youth and continued on his way down through the dark and empty street, tail flailing behind him as it wrapped around his waist, the look on the earth child’s face was priceless it was his first encounter with a Saiyan. The shock soon turned into excitement the light around him warped and his person disappeared from sight, a small trail of dust was kicked up as the human re-entered the visible spectrum directly in front of Okura. His interest was unambiguous as he studied the apes tail from all angles. It seemed out of the blue as the boy had a sudden realization and he stood upright with his eyes wide open and an index finger raised.

“I know what you are! You’re a Saiyan!” Okura nodded towards the boy acknowledging that fact

“Not bad, kid.” He spoke as his gruff voice echoed along the cobbled street.

“Well, my master told me abo-“The lads voice was interrupted as Okura began to speak

“Not that, how did you learn to move like that?”


“Like that?”
Kiuri looked up at Okura with a surprised look on his face. “That’s nothing! You should see Master Quiljin, he’s the one who taught me!” His speech grew even more erratic at the mention of his master, his eyes welled up with excitement and a smile beamed across his face.

“Can you take me to him?” Okura mused, waiting for a reply

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“Well... I don’t know” the earthling spoke as he stared at his index fingers as they rolled in an arc around each other. “Well you see, there are rules at the temple. Not just everyone can walk in ya’ know?” The monk looked disappointed as he raised his head towards the much taller Saiyan.

“What is required of me?”
Okura asked the youth hoping for a relatively simple task or some basic errands to run.

“You’ve got to go and get a Dragons tooth!”
Kiuri danced around jovially after revealing the pre-requisite for receiving training from the Shaolin temple an innocent smile still spread from ear to ear.

Dragons...?

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Okura grunted towards the youngster, this had to be some kind of trick?

“Nope...” The human sighed with a playful expression still adorning his features, in his boredom he began to juggle two small orange balls of Ki, the light generated only enhancing the 6 small dots across his forehead. Okura had heard enough, he waved to the kid and made his way to the bottom of the street, it had to be some kind of scam.

“Okura!” The kid shouted towards the estranged Saiyan gaining his attention “Well... there is one other way! You’ve got to defeat one of us in combat” The kid’s voice lost its child like demeanour and took on a more serious tone. His toes scraping over the cobbles as he fixed a fighting stance and a pale aura flaring around him.

Okura stalled at the top of the road to witness Kiuri’s change in temperament. “No way!” He shouted swiping back at the youth swiping his hand through the air. Despite the fiery Saiyan lineage within him spurring him on to teach the whelp a lesson in respecting his elders, Okura turned on his heels and walked away from the his would be opponent, had the lad been a year or two older it would of been a different story all together. He would have to find another way of acquiring such a skill, but where? His silent thought was ruptured as an electronical beeping sound blared from the scouter hidden in a shoulder bag carried by the lone Saiyan.

What the...! Okura pivoted towards what could only be described as a fireball streaking towards him at high speed... There was no way to evade such a swift attack in time as it approached the small Earthling child’s physique occupied the burning missile, The boy collided with Okura sending a shower of flame and Ki into the surrounding area and the Saiyan to be catapulted along the narrow road. He ground along the concrete floor with a plume of masonry and dirt following his path which was stopped as his body hit and fractured a sturdy wall.

Okura sprang to his feet in preparation for the Kiuri’s follow up attack. He braced himself, with his back against the wall and watching as the blazing ball of energy flashed around in the sky taking a random flight path, disappearing and re-entering visibility.

“Head on? Give me some credit!” Okura roared as a crimson aura erupted around the ape, what was left of the leather jacket he was wearing earlier soon dispersed as the torrent of energy flared around him, sweeping along the floor causing a small whirlwind of dust to kick up around Okura. The inferno faded from sight once more re-surfacing in a ball of heat and light metres away its target. In a flash of scarlet energy Okura lunged towards his opponent trying to surprise the kid. As he reached the conflagration he slipped through what appeared to be there.

An after-image... Shi- Okura’s trail of thought was interrupted and the whites of his eyes bulged as Kiuri burst through the wall at super-sonic speeds planting his foot into the small of the Saiyans back. The momentum carried the two warriors into the ground causing the concrete foundations to rupture and a small crater to appear. Time seemed to slow as the pain courses through Okura’s veins sending endorphins to the brain trying to stem the conscious thought of the injury. A flicker of flame and Kiuri re-appeared in the nights sky illuminating it’s cerulean canopy. A volley of blazing Ki was sent into the small crater in which Okura still lay. His body collided with the energy blasts as the found their mark with astonishing accuracy, the multitude of smaller blasts bubbled over and created a larger explosion shaking the surrounding area of the training district.

At the epicentre of the attack a large fire began to spread throughout the stone plaza, Okura stumbled to his feet, dazed by the attack and his body tarnished from the flame. He reared his arms behind his chest as his aura flickered around him once more in one powerful motion he brought his hands together in front of his chest causing a large wave of invisible energy to spread and quell the flames

“Now you’ve pissed me off...” He muttered under his breath as he unleashed his maximum potential.

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As the final cinders inside the crater created from Kiuri’s devastating attack began to dwindle, a current of wind surged extinguishing the last of the flames. The flow of air would then continue to wrap itself around Okura’s frame as scarlet Ki burst forth from his pores causing the debris inside the fissure to elevate, plucking fresh earth from below and making the cycle autonomous. The stones dropped back onto the cobbled street as Okura’s aura stabilised, the grit below his feet crunched and cracked as he stepped out of the small hollow and onto the level streets.

In a mesmerising burst of ruby coloured energy Okura left the ground and headed on a direct course to the young Humanoid. As the two warriors clashed high above the training district of Satan City invisible waves of energy were sent drifting through the night’s sky only to re-surface in another location as the fighters traversed the skies canopy at speeds un-thought. At each point they would stop and exchange a multitude of strikes with one and other all in the blink of an eye before dispersing to another location.

A small break in the cycle occurred as Kiuri managed to gain the upper hand in one of the exchanges delivering a swift axe-handle strike to his opponent sending him floundering through the air. This time Okura had prepared a defensive counter measure allowing the momentum of the monks attack to distance the pair. With both palms raised towards the earthling a large torrent of crimson energy tore through the air guided towards the human, who in another display of his superior agility slipped past the attack untouched. The youth gloated as he pushed his tongue out of his mouth and blew a loud raspberry towards Okura.

A slight smirk spread across Okura’s mouth as the blast pulled an about turn and headed back towards the earthling. A look of dismay covered the kids face as his skin inherited the hue of Okura’s powerful beam at the point of impact the earthlings silhouette would appear to dissect in front of the attack. The youth took a moment as he hovered above the blast, using it as cover from his Saiyan foe. He panted with his hands on his knee’s as he tried to restore some of his stamina before the blast cleared, releasing a large sigh he was ready to get back into the fight?

“Going somewhere?” Okura grunted towards Kiuri as he wound his arms high above his head, swiping them across the humans upper back and sending him rocketing into the Ki blast. The resulting explosion was grand to say the least, it was sure to wake the neighbours (if they weren’t already watching the aerial bout.) Okura released his guard as the radiant energy emitted from the blast ruptured the peaceful, obsidian sky.

Was it over?

“Hey... Kid!” Okura called out called out into the open air, had he got carried away again?

Shit... I hope I ha- Much to his relief the ape’s voice was cut short by a familiar, yet slightly annoying tone

“Hey...! Mr. Okura!” The kid whelped from on top of one of dojo’s roofs, nursing a large welt at the top of his crown “There was no need to be mean!” The kid yapped as tears filled his eyes and his bottom lip began to sag from the trifling wound he had sustained. The guilt spread across the Saiyans face was obvious as he struggled to find words to comfort or console the child (having your family massacred kind of does that, you know?) The clumsy ape stuttered as he ran one hand through his ‘ravenesque’ hair.

“Don’t worry Kiuri. Every knock taken in training, is a knock we won’t have to take in battle, right?” Okura stooped so that he was at eye level with the monk in training, “Come on, let’s get some food” The kid put on a brave face after Okura tried his best to restore the kid to his happy-go-lucky self. The two made their way from the training precinct and into the busy commercial sector once more, back into the neon filled side streets. Although all of the shops signs were in a language illegible to Okura the scouter translated the words into something he could understand. They found a quiet ramen stall and both ape and human mounted the tall stools in front of the counter.

“Two bowls of Yokohama special please!” The young earthling gestured towards a burly man behind the stand dressed in chef’s garments discoloured and dirty from the ramen he had cooked for years. Two large bowels were plated onto the counter and the former training partners began to tuck into their food. “Winner!” Kiuri shouted as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and beamed brightly towards the chef. A respectable fighter, quick healer and a formidable appetite? Maybe he had some Saiyan in him too?

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Leaving the ramen stall, the Hume and the Saiyan made their way from the crowded epicentre of the city and towards the eastern district which harboured the majority of the cities industrial plants which continuously churned out androids; some of high quality, others making up the rank and file of the various forces around the world. The constant loading and unloading of freight lorries sourcing the industrial machine with fresh materials and transportation for the finished goods.

Above the plumes of smoke which escaped from the industrial spires the moon began to dwindle in the sky as the sun reared its head ready for his stint at lighting this half of the planet. As the smoke and light from the sun they mixed, highlighting the thick smog and causing the edges to turn a silvery-white.

“Kiuri… Where are you taking me?” Okura asked, as he stalled behind the earthling who continued walking regardless.

“The monastery is on the other side of those mountains!”
The child spoke up and pointed across the semi-lit horizon towards a large mountain range at the tip of Okura’s view. “It’s about a day or two’s walk from here” He muttered as he continued walking absent mindedly, continuously escaping the whirring of the industrial estate.

“Who said anything about walking?” Okura’s feet raised gracefully from the ground as he hovered towards the walking youth. “Let’s go” His tone was authoritative as his aura flared around his body and he stormed off into the sky.

“Waaaaiit!” The earthling boy shouted above the backwash of the energy being emitted from the apes body which stopped abruptly after hearing the lads request.

“What now?”
Okura sighed as he buried his forehead into his palm before reaching terra firma once more. “Kids…” He snapped under his breath.

“Well you see…” The child like behavior re-emerged accompanied by the compulsory fidgeting and finger twitching. “I can’t fly… Well. Not unless I’m using that technique you saw earlier, and you see? I’m all pooped out.” a long breath of air escaped from the kids pursed lips, emphasizing the fact that he was still tired from battle they had had above Satan City.

Okura stared at the earthling with a shocked expression smeared all over his face. He glared at Kiuri trying to find out if it was another of his child like lies.

“You... Can’t fly!?”
Okura yapped at his accomplice and gave him a small lecture about the importance of the Bukujutsu technique and how it was drilled into the elite classes of Saiyan children from an early age. “If that is the case... I’m going to have to teach you.” His coarse voice filled the child’s eyes with excitement as he flapped his arms franticly and jumped into the air trying to imitate a bird.

“Okay! First, the basics” Okura’s voice snapped the child out of his private game of charades; he stood upright and glared intently at Okura awaiting his first pearl of wisdom. “Okay, create a ball of energy in your palm, just hold on to the sensation you feel when you generated it. Now... Imagine you are in a tube filled with water.” The kid nodded as he tried to visualise Okura’s instructions.

“Imagine you are the epicentre of the orb, try and generate an orb around you which must stay inside the walls of the tube.” Okura re-traced the steps in his head and eloquently raised a couple of feet into the air in one fluid motion. The kid on the other hand spluttered through the air as an uneven force passed around his body causing him to flail around like a leaf caught in a gale.

“I’m doing it Mr. Okura! I’m flying!” He yelled louder and with more excitement than ever before, even if it was a crude version, your first time is always memorable. The child laughed as he attempted to spin so that his head was closer to the ground than his legs.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad at all” Okura praised the whipper-snapper as he continued to fine tune his aeronautical abilities it was not long before he could perform all of the basic manoeuvres which some Saiyan children had struggled to execute for weeks. Then again, this kid was something else, kind natured to something that a lot of Saiyan children lacked.

“So, Mr. Okura, How do I go fast?”
The human quipped towards the Saiyan as he span through the air mischievously performing barrel rolls and pirouettes like some kind of ballet dancer.

Is he ready? He has honed everything I’ve thrown at him

“Okay kid, but listen up! There are multiple ways of ‘going fast’ some of them will come with time and experience but one of them you could already do. Just fire a beam through your feet, but be careful. Don’t put anywhere near as much power into those beams as you would with one aimed at an opponent.”


Kiuri nodded ass his pale aura emerged once more. This was going to be interesting.


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Two orbs of cyan Ki stuttered at the sole of Kiuri’s feet, in a sporadic burst twin beams lanced through the air resulting in a large gain of momentum for the young human. His eyes were pinned open by the velocity as he grazed a canopy of evergreen trees, shedding their leaves as he sped by. Almost as abruptly as the acceleration had taken place the thickness of the beam increased as he pumped more energy into the would be attack. The earthling’s legs flailed as he lost control over his ability to fly, as the beams behind him acted like an ape-shit pyrotechnic display it sent his body thundering through the canopy of trees leaving a wake of destruction.

Okura stared on in embarrassment towards his trainee’s mishap; he descended into the freshly made clearing searching for his friend. At the base of a large Oak tree Kiuri stooped, nursing a second lump on the top of his head with tears amassing in his eyes where he had suffered another trivial wound. The welt protruded from his head like a boiled egg, throbbing and red in colour it pulsated with his heartbeat as the swelling began to subside slightly.

“I hate to say I told you so” Okura sniggered at the youth a scarce smirk spreading across his lips he offered his hand towards Kiuri and helped him onto his feet and slapped the dirt of the earthlings shoulders. “I did warn you, you know?” Okura quipped towards the boy as he tried to sympathise with his pain again.

“It’s okay Mr. Okura!”
The kid was back to his normal over-excited swagger as he stood up straight and began to recite to Okura imitating the Saiyans burly voice “Don’t worry Kiuri. Every knock taken in training, is a knock we won’t have to take in bat- Hey, hey, hey!” The earthling’s recital was cut short as a playful slap was volleyed off his leather like skull

“We’ve wasted enough time already” Okura’s serious demeanour returned as he took to the air once more, he was here for a reason after all. The two warriors passed high over the range of mountains clearing the clouds as they made their way towards the sacred grounds.

“Hey! Mr. Okura!” The earthlings voice battled against the wind as they continued over the snow covered mountain. The human descended onto a small plateau near the peak, a small orb of Ki manifested in his palm which was then fired into the snow blanketing the area resulting in a large pool of water which bubbled with heat as steam escaped from the water’s surface. “You know, once you enter the monastery, your initiation will begin? You should get as much rest as you can”

The two warriors relaxed in the water allowing it’s boiling hot surface to pass over their shoulders, warming them from head to toe.

“What initiation?” Okura asked as he placed snow, wrapped in a small towel on top of his head.

“Well, it’s just age old traditions! Nothing you can’t handle!” The chirpy youth splashed about in the water as he ‘explained’ the tasks to Okura giving him an insight as to what he would face inside the monastery walls. The two relaxed in the hot spring as they enjoyed the calm before the storm, soon Okura would be undergoing advanced training with the members of the Shaolin temple and he would be one step closer to avenging his loss in the tournament.

The miss-matched pair made their way over the ridge of the mountain and into the neighbouring valley, it was at the base of the valley, in a large clearing which the monastery was located its grand structure visible even from a vast distance. The citadel had a tranquil atmosphere which filtered into the surrounding area causing flowers and trees to bloom on a luscious plain of grass which was intersected by a small Cerulean river which meandered its way through the valley and skimmed the perimeter of the temple.

The body of water lead through the valley growing constantly in width and depth before traversing over a sheer cliff, in times past it was heralded as the widest waterfall in the whole of the world. Now, its previous grandeur was forgotten in a desolate corner of the world. In the small vale at the base of the natural construct a group of shaven headed monks practiced the different disciplines of their sect as well as perfecting their martial arts prowess.

An ornate entrance stood before Kiuri and Okura, its ebony tone and structure based from an ancient script with elaborate swirls and patterns . This was the final obstacle remaining for Okura to face before he began his training with the Shaolin Monks. A mighty wrap of the door with his powerful knuckles would begin the final day of his quest.

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As a crack appeared between the obsidian gateway a beam of light shone through, a vivid white glow penetrated and illuminated the shadow cast by its grand structure. The base of the door ground along the floor as they swept open in a wide arc, behind the elaborate doorway a sprawling courtyard stretched from corner to corner with the temple located at the back of the quad drawing most of the visual attention compared to the living quarters and other basic amenities in the surrounding area. Groups of monks from a range of different age groups where gathered and assigned a section of the grounds where they would be instructed by a senior.

The tasks in which the trainee’s were taught ranged from basic meditation to Ki manipulation, walking down a parting between the different groups of men from all colours and creeds of the universe it was almost like witnessing the evolution of their training as the lessons grew more advanced the age groups increased, as did the grizzled appearance of the Monks. As Kiuri and Okura passed the respective groups they would pause their practices and bow to the Shaolin soldier, fixing a salute as a sign of respect to him. Some greeted Okura with less welcoming eyes as his unmistakable tail swashed around behind him, some of the men muttered to their compatriots. What they said was not of importance, Okura was here for one reason and nothing would stop him from achieving his goals.

The Human and Ape made their way into the temple and a rich odour of incense filled their lungs, the human stalled the Saiyan and shot his footwear a glance. Silently, he shook his head as a clear indicator that no footwear was permitted within the confines of the temple. At the centre of the temple a large chamber surrounded with tiers of candles and josticks creating a rich, spiritual atmosphere. The chamber remained silent and empty until Kiuri moved towards one of the trays of sand housing all of the candles and incense and began to pay tribute towards his ancestors lighting his own, which he kept in a small pouch worn around his waist. He smiled towards Okura before his body slowly dissipated into the smoke itself which filtered into the domed ceiling. Okura wondered what his young friend had just under taken and made a mental note, not to turn into a plume of smoke when lighting candles.

A small gust of wind swept through the hall causing the flames to flicker and the burning sticks to glow bright red.

What the hell is going on?

The wind picked up again as it carried the holy smoke in a circular motion, larger bursts of flame materialised from the candles which shot across the hollowing narrowly avoiding Okura. A large cloud of smoke consolidated in front of the bewildered ape, it manifested itself as an ornate table which housed a thick stack of pre-lit sticks. The process repeated itself this time with humans being the result of the materialisation, one by one the dropped from the sky standing in a semi-circle around Okura. The men were dressed in a great variety of garments from all over the universe, naval blue Namekian robes ranging to Yardrattian attire, a select few even wore halo’s but where they got those from Okura had no idea.

Two final wisps of smoke appeared and the last of the Shaolin elders had assembled, one of them being Kiuri who had landed in an undignified heap. As he picked himself off the floor and began to pat a layer of ash away from his cloths he began to talk to Okura

“Good news, Mr. Okura!”
He yapped as a broad smile spread across his lips. “Let’s not waste any more time!”

The initiation had begun.

It was strange that even with no previous experience or knowledge of their culture, Okura felt as if he knew exactly what to do as he dropped to his knees in front of the elders who had assembled to unlock his potential. A set of gold handled scissors were produced and the monks began to hack into the Saiyans wild locks, with the fallen clumps being gathered and thrown into a small fire beneath the incense sticks. It crackled and spluttered as the new fuel burst into flames. The monks evened up their handy work with cut throat razors shaving his head with expert precision, he was now ready to begin. One of the burning sticks was removed from its ornate holder and brought towards the Ape, he closed his eyes as the red hot ember cauterised a small circular patch on his forehead. A second elder picked another incense stick and repeated the same procedure this time on a fresh patch of skin adjacent to the previous scoring.

After a few more brandings and some hocus pocus, Okura had now walked the path of the Shaolin Monks.

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