Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Red Baron ❯ Prelude ( Prologue )

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The Red Baron
 
Author: Baron5X aka The Red Baron

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Prelude
Years after the forgotten tails of the Dragonballs and the Z Warriors, Earth was a blessed and prosperous world. With technology still on the rise, the earth had begun a new age of information and research, helping to develop the Earth beyond anything that could be imagined. Earth had been spared many wars that have slipped by the tiny planet, waged on by aliens and other creatures ignoring its presence, thus leaving the world in wonder of the outside world. Though the Earth has a history of alien invaders such as the Sayians and Garlic Jr, generations of secrecy forgetting have broken such ties to the past. Still, though the creatures did not go for the Earth, the planet had its own internal problems.
 
Deep in the jungles of forgotten lands was an ancient tribe that carried on the traditions and legacy of its ancestors; those who remembered the lost history of Earth. It was a dark group of people, working in shadowed arts and magic unknown to the outside world.
 
Tonight was an important night for the people of this clan. After many centuries, they discovered an ancient key to an ancient tomb guarded by their families for over 3 millennia.
 
As hundreds of black cloaked men, women, and children processed through the thick jungle toward the tomb, there was a feel of great devotion and excitement. Cutting themselves off from technology of the outside world, they could not simply destroy the seal nor were their magics capable of such destruction. But finally the ability was granted and the time has come.
 
Legend had it that behind this brick door was an ancient god ready to be awakened from his sleep to rule the world with an iron fist and take his people to control the entire planet. Also nested with the great god was a great hero who was the protector and champion of this god, known as the Red Warrior. He would lead the armies to victory and lay the path for his god.
 
The villagers gathered around the tombs entrance. The chief of the tribe, who possessed the key, walked toward the engraving. The key and the engraving held the shape of the letter “B” in a sort of bubble letter form but made straight and square all around. The top portion was also much bigger than the bottom portion, abnormal compared to the ordinary letter. As the short yet built chief inserted the key, the door began to lift open as if it, too, was waiting impatiently. The villagers walked right into the tomb.
 
It was only a few yards in when they discovered in the very center of the room an enormous statue. It was of a man, tall, enormous body and long, point and stuck up hair, half of what might be seen hundreds of years ago on a Super Saiyan 3. The statue was of black marble and the man looked very bold and focused.
 
The chief wasted little time looking over to the text underneath the feet. It read that inside this statue slept a dark being of great power and might whose influence and strength will crush the world and all who dwell within it. The villagers looked at it for a moment and began to second guess themselves. But the chief was convinced that this was the warning that his fathers told him about. The “True” evil was playing a trick on them. Freeing this statue would free their god, who was imprisoned by the true evil ones.
 
The Chief pulled out an ancient scroll, a few of the people fled in fear of what was read. But the chief was not about to be stopped. Reading from the scroll, he began to chant in an ancient and unheard of tongue that none of the other villagers could understand. It sounded dark, evil and puzzling, even to the chief. Once the chief had finished, all of those who remained kept their eyes on the statue. After a long while, cracks began to run up and down the statue. Soon, bits and pieces were flying, leaking a dark and yet blazing light that was shining though the room. After one final blast of light, the room went dark again. But there had been a dramatic change.
 
To the left, a room had been opened, illuminating very ancient markings and symbols that were too numerous to describe. The other tomb door had closed, seemingly trapping them inside. But the change was the most awesome was the appearance of a man in place of the statue. He was exactly like the statue only in living color. He eyes were a dark red and the black hair was highlighted with red streaks and the man gave off a dark aura, encircling his body. He looked down at the people as he stood there, 7 feet tall and naked.
 
The villagers looked in shock and almost terror at the man but immediately began to bow and pray to the man they thought to be their god. The chief was on his knees, singing joyous songs of praise.
 
The man spoke down to the chief.
 
“I thank you for your service to me, loyal subjects. I will now reward you greatly for your deeds you have done for me.”

The villagers all exalted and cheered and the chief walked up to him and held the man's extended hand.

”Master, we thank you for your kindness and your blessings. What is it that we are to so humbly receive?”

The man gave very wide grin as he looked straight into the man's eyes. The hand that he has extended began to glow an aura far more powerful then the one around his body. A ball of dark energy had appeared and slowly the villagers looked in awe and question as to what the man was doing.

”The reward I plan to give to my loyal subjects is the greatest gift I will bring to this world…A SHORT AND PAINLESS DEATH!”

Before any of the villagers could even react to the man's words, the ball was unleashed a stream of dark energy filled the room and n one instant, bodies were turned to dust on the tomb floor, leaving silence. The man walked off from his standing place and made his way to the room that had opened.

”Pity, my powers are completely drained from what they were. They have robbed me of my power but I will see to it that I will rob theirs.”

Inside the room was a place filled with column after column. At the very center were two gold necklaces, both similar to the key used to enter the tomb. One was exactly like the key but the other was more like a normal “B” with the large portion at the bottom. The man grabbed the former and placed it around his neck. As he gave a clam growl, a shockwave of energy filed the room, coming off of him. His body produced a dark aura that increased with each passing second. His growl grew into a roar and with one last pulse, the shockwave ceased.

”There's some of the old juice back. But it is still not enough. They have seemed to have taken over half of my power away. No matter. The Red's necklace will provide me with the rest.”

The man began to grab at the other one. It was glowing a bright and heavy red. It was giving off great power. The man knew what it was about. A spell had been placed on it to have that ability to flee in case the man was to get close to it. But it took a while for enough power to generate, more than enough time to grab it and obtain its power.
 
Before he could reach it, a voice yelled and a great white light came.
 
“Shinning Finger!” yelled a female voice.
 
This beam of light hit the man straight on and flung him back, away form the necklace. As the dust cleared, the man was in perfect condition. The person to come from the shadows was a woman clothed in garbs of a white warrior's suit. She was covered head to toe in this stealthy and flexible suit that kept her identity unknown. The man spoke to her.
 
“You are the woman whose family has been keeping this place secret, no? It would appear that you have failed, White Warrior. Even without the necklace on my chest, your power is nothing compared to mine.”
 
The White Warrior wasted no time with words and began to attack with powerful punches and kicks that shook the very walls of the tomb. And yet with all her power, the man was unharmed, not moving from the attacks. The man was able to dodge the rain of punches and kicks with ease. The White Warrior, teeth gritting, was trying with all her ability to lay a hand on him and perhaps put an end to this now. The man was not about to let that happen and without so much as a hesitation, quickly blocked her left and ducking down, aimed a power punch in the direction of the White Warrior's face. With every last moment to spare, she spun around forcing the miss. She landed on her feet and saw the man a few feet farther in front of her, still smiling. The White Warrior tried to catch her breath and felt a stinting feeling on her cheek. A cut appeared on her left cheek, an inch wide in the center. The punch had hit her and though her face was covered, the man knew it, smiling still. He could feel it and see the cut in the face cloth. It was too obvious.
 
The White Warrior doubled back and fired another beam of white light known as the Shinning Finger, a beam of white light coming from the tips of her index and middle finger while her other arm grabbed on to her wrist, giving high concentrations of power. The blast hit the man right in the face, but again with little effect. The White Warrior was surprised to see one of her most powerful techniques simply be absorbed by this man.
 
The man lunged forward and with a simple swipe, knocked the White Warrior into the columns across the room. The attack caused the garments on her face to come off, revealing a dark skinned girl with brown eyes and a determined look. She was smiling. Her cut was now fully visible. The man yelled out to her.
 
“What is it you find funny weak one?”

She pointed to where other necklace had been. The man turned around in time to see it blast off through the tomb's ceiling and into the known world. Within seconds, the man couldn't even fell its presence any longer. The White Warrior spoke.

”It goes out to seek its new master. It does not find you, Dark One, to be worthy of its touch.”

The Dark One was enraged over the matter. Flashing a bright light from his aura, he was instantly clothed with black pants and a long black robe, giving away his power to create matter. She spoke to him again.
 
“Good, I wasn't fond at looking at you anyway.”
With a dark look at the White Warrior, the Dark One powered up and flew through the roof of the building. Looking down, he yelled to the White Warrior who was looking up at him.
 
“Foolish girl! For your interruption, I will now send you on a one way trip TO HELL!”
 
The Dark One began to generate an extremely large ball of ki energy that was the size of a house. With a simple push downwards, the ball of black energy came racing toward the tomb. Before the White Warrior could react, the entire area including the villages and some of the jungle was engulfed in a dark explosion of energy. As the dust cleared, waste was seen everywhere and the bodies covered everything.
 
Without a second look at his deed, the Dark One began to make his way in the general direction the necklace took. His ability to sense was not active yet and it would take him a little while to find where it had gone. In the meantime, he would be able to resurrect his minions and begin his plans for domination of the human world. Laughing as he flew off, the Dark One disappeared in the night.
 
Down below, White Warrior pushed through the rubble. Her clothes were almost completely ripped off and cuts and bruises covered her from head to toe, she was barely able to speak and think.

Must warn the chosen…before…it's too late. The Dark One cannot be allowed to conquer this plane.
 
With one final look at the black energy flying away, the White Warrior fell to the ground and there she fell into unconscious.