Dragon Ball Void Warriors

Prologue – Raw Power

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[Planet Furuta, Age 767]

King Durian sat at his throne. The throne room itself had a window overlooking Duria City, with a variety of stands and shops set up amidst clusters of houses. Furutans bustled about; Durian noticed that there was a lot more traffic than normal, but he didn’t know why.
Suddenly concerned, he stood up and started for the stairs that led down to the palace’s entrance. As soon as he had taken a few steps, however, a Furutan named Namgo turned the corner in a panic.
“King Durian, sir, there’s an issue downstairs,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Durian asked, Namgo leading him to the basement steps.
“Well, I’m sure you heard of the twins. Eeto and Epla, born to Grafu and Pecha last week.”
“Yes…?” He said questioningly, the two entering the bottom floor of the palace.
“Well, they were about to put them into their Incubation Chambers, but… well, you have to see it to believe it.” Namgo brought Durian over to the older boy, Eeto. “Just sense his Ki.”
“A ten, already?!’ Durian half-shouted.
“Yeah. Epla’s already at a seven,” Namgo added. Durian just glared at him, and then focused hard on Eeto.
“Inconceivable. It just went up by one while I was reading it… well, I suppose that gets rid of all of my doubts.”
“So, what do you make of it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Exactly. Neither do I. If they’re already this strong, what kind of monstrous power will they have when they’re older?”
“…I have no idea,” Durian repeated hesitantly.
“Well, I guess we should just hope for the best.” Namgo replied.
“Yes, we should.” Durian and Namgo headed back upstairs to the throne room.
“So, how should we go about this? They’re already almost as strong as an average Furutan even though they’re not even a month old. They should barely even be getting to a 5 yet,” Namgo said.
“The eclipse.” Durian sat straight up in his throne.
“What?” Namgo asked.
“The eclipse. The twins were the only two Furutans born during the time the eclipse lasted, it must have had- had some sort of effect on them.”
“This is sounding dangerously like-” Namgo started.
“No. Do not speak of them. We as a race agreed as soon as we were banished from that planet, Vegeta, to never speak of the Saiyans again.”
“Y-yes sir. But do you think, maybe… this could be the same as that?”
“…Possibly,” Durian said after a few seconds of hesitation. “If not, similar. For now, don’t worry about what the future holds. We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.”
“That sounds like our best bet here. I just… I don’t know how I’m going to handle training them.”

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[Planet Furuta, Age 779]

“Eeto, wake up!” Epla tried to shake his brother awake.
“I’m uuuup…” Eeto stretched and rolled right off his bed, landing on the floor with a thud.
“Come on, bro, I know you’re not that tired. Besides, today’s our first day of training.”
“HOLY CRUD!” Eeto practically did a backflip trying to get up. “When’s Namgo coming?!”
“About three hours. He said we should train as hard as we can at home until then.”
“So, like… just keep farming and stuff? Our usual workload?”
“Pretty much, yeah. I don’t see how else we could train…”
“Hop on my back.”
“What?!” Epla exclaimed.
“Just hop on. I wanna test how much I can lift. If I can lift you almost no problem, then I know I can lift at least a little under my own body weight.”
Epla snapped his fingers on one hand. “Ooooh! Alright, careful here… aaaand- hyup!”