Dragon Ball Void Warriors

Prologue – Raw Power

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[Duria Palace, Planet Furuta – Age 770]

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.
Growing 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 slight 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. Everybody went crazy when they sensed their energy.” Namgo brought Durian over to the older boy, Eeto.
“A five, already?!’ Durian half-shouted.
“Yeah. Epla’s already at a three,” Namgo added. Durian just glared at him, and then focused hard on Eeto.
“Inconceivable. He just went up by one while I was reading him… 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.
“Okay, seriously though, how should we go about this? They’re stronger than most other children even though they’re not even a month old. They shouldn’t even be getting close to a two yet,” Namgo said. The two sat for a while, pondering the boys’ strength.
“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 those Sai-” Namgo started.
“Stop there. Do not speak of them. We as a race agreed as soon as we were banished from that planet, Vegeta, to never speak of them again.”
“Y-yes sir, but do you think, maybe… this could be the same as that?”
“…Possibly,” Durian said after a few seconds, calming down. “If not, just similar. Our tails don’t have that reaction to the moon anymore, after all. 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.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine, no matter how strong the boys get. You’re the best mentor there is!” Durian gave Namgo a pat on the shoulder.
“Yeah… you’re right.”

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[Duria City, Planet Furuta – Age 782]

“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 backwards roll to get up. “When’s Namgo coming?”
“In about three hours. He said we should train as hard as we can at home until then.”
“Okay, 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. It’ll give me sort of a starting point to tell Namgo.”
Epla snapped his fingers. “Ooooh! Alright, careful here… aaaand- hyup!”
“Grrrgh!… Okay, yeah, you’re pretty heavy…! Down, down-down-down!”
“Does that give you a good enough starting point?” Epla asked, holding his stomach.
“Uh, yeah. Thanks and sorry…”
“You’re good. I get why you needed that. Let’s get training, I guess. We’ve got some carrots to clean up today.”
“Right.” The boys headed downstairs, grabbing their tools. Eeto grabbed a large bowl for the carrots. They went around to the back of their house where their garden was located. “Where are mom and dad?”
“Getting us all registered and crud or whatever. Might be taking longer because of our ‘legendary power.'”
“Oh, yeah, how many FPUs are you at now? 40-something?”
“47 now, yeah. And according to my readings, you’re at a 51,” Epla said.
“Dang,” Eeto replied. He plopped down and started plucking up the carrots, Epla doing the same across from him. For the majority of the three hours, they went along in rows harvesting the carrots, loading them into the bowl, hauling them inside, washing them, and then setting them up- half at their food stand, and the other half for exporting.
“Phew! Alright, how long do we have?” Eeto asked, wiping his forehead.
“Namgo should be here any second,” Epla replied.
“Cool. How many FPUs do you think Namgo has?”
“Probably 100 or something,” Epla suggested with a chuckle.
“Yeah, you’re right. He’s probably super-duper strong. But, hey, that just means we’ll get a crud-ton of top-notch training!” Eeto exclaimed.
“Yep! I’m the strongest mentor on Furuta!” Namgo said. The twins screamed.
“Holy hecking crud, WHY?!” Eeto shouted, accidentally throwing a punch at Namgo. Namgo caught his fist at the last second but still slid back a good couple inches.
“Woo! That… kinda stung. I overheard your discussion, by the way, about my FPUs. I’m only at a 32.”
“What?! But we’re both over that… doesn’t that mean-?” Eeto started.
“Yeah, you guys are literally the strongest Furutans. There’s a leaderboard up in the training room if you don’t believe me.”
“Hmm… I wanna see this for myself,” Epla said. With a nod from Namgo, the three set off for Duria Palace.
“Oh, uh, yeah, I might’ve accidentally built up a bit of a fanbase for you guys while we were getting you registered. Try not to let it get to ya’ too bad,” Namgo said. He ran a few steps ahead of the boys and opened the door to the Palace.
“Oh geez,” Eeto whispered. Namgo wasn’t kidding- a small cluster of Furutans zoomed over to the doorway when they saw who it was. A boy worked his way to the front, giving Epla a vigorous handshake.
“Hello, Mr. Epla!” the boy exclaimed. “Can you give me some tips on how to get stronger?”
“Uh, sure, just- try doing more intense training than you usually do, your body will adjust and you’ll gain more strength. Keep pushing yourself.”
“Thank you, Mr. Epla!” The boy scurried back through the crowd.
“Mister?” Eeto asked, trying to hold back a smirk.
“Oh, stop,” Epla said, giving Eeto a playful punch on the shoulder. The trio kept trying to walk forward before a voice rose above the noise from the crowd.
“Give the boys some room, Furutans!” Everybody quickly formed a path, revealing the owner of the voice to be none other than King Durian.
“These boys are nigh-phropetical, yes, but that doesn’t mean you should crowd them,” Durian said. “Come, you three. I’ll lead the way.”

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[Duria Palace, Planet Furuta – Age 782]

“A 47 and a 51, hm?” Durian questioned. Epla nodded. “Impressive. And I mean it, seeing as you are stronger than even me.”
“I’m kind of starting to feel the pressure from that. It’s like a subconscious decision that all those people are counting on us, somehow,” Epla said as they started climbing up a flight of steps.
“Yeah, I’m getting that too. A bit. But we should try and make that a positive decision. We’re the strongest Furutans in the world, for crying out loud! If something happens, we can save everybody,” Eeto said. “Dang, I’m pretty good at speeches…”
“We’re here,” Durian said. He opened the door and let the three inside. The training room was huge, with a variety of equipment lined up along the walls.
“Woah!” Eeto exclaimed.
“Everybody does that, I swear,” Namgo snickered. “Thank you, Durian, sir.”
“No problem, Namgo.” Durian turned and headed back downstairs.
“Alright, give me a few minutes to set up the dummies here,” Namgo said, walking into a little closet area.
“Hey, here’s the leaderboard. We literally are the strongest Furutans,” said Eeto.
“Yeah, look, Durian’s right below me at a 39.”
“It also says how long the person’s trained,” Eeto noted. “Excluding those people who basically became our entire fanbase, I wonder how many people are gonna freak out when they see us up there, stronger than the king, with no training.”
Namgo came back out holding a dummy over his head.
“Are you sure they won’t just topple over when we attack ’em? They look pretty light,” Eeto asked.
“Well, why don’t you give it a try, then?” Namgo replied, setting down the dummy with an exaggerated wave of his arm. Eeto went over and tried to lift the dummy, but he found that he couldn’t.
“But I have more FPUs, how did y-?” He started.
“You can’t just put all your trust in numbers,” Namgo said.
“…I haven’t even been in this room for 30 seconds and I’ve already learned something!” Eeto cheered. Namgo laughed and headed back into the closet, bringing out another dummy for Epla.
“Alright-alright. Before we start, I wanna run you guys through the Punch Machine,” Namgo said.
“The Punch Machine?” Epla echoed. Namgo led them to one of the corners of the room, where some sort of mechanism sat. It looked like a big box, but with a sand-filled leather ball on a rope of pure energy attached to the top.
“Punch the ball. The Punch Machine will calculate the values behind your punch and give you a score from 1 to 100. We’ll do it again after you finish all your training and I’ll use the data to mark your growth. Go ahead and give it a shot,” Namgo explained. He pulled out a clipboard and a pen. Epla walked up to the Punch Machine and reeled an arm back, slamming it forward as fast as he could. The display flashed a 100 for a second before glitching out and ultimately returning to a black screen.
“Uh, yeah, that’s gonna be a problem… let’s just say the 100 was right,” Namgo shrugged.
“Well, Eeto’s stronger, so he’d be a 100 too, right?” Epla asked. Namgo narrowed his eyes in thought.
“…I-I’ll just put 100+ for both of you,” Namgo decided after a few seconds. “I guess the machine has a limit. Anyways, I think it’s time for your training, guys.”
“Woo!” Eeto cheered.
“These dummies are built to withstand almost anything you throw at ’em, so don’t hold back,” Namgo said.
“Alright!” The boys said at the same time. They both charged at their respective training dummies.
“Wait, are these filled with sand?” Eeto asked after a few minutes of wailing on his.
“Yeah, why?” Namgo questioned.
“Mine’s already leakin’.” Eeto ran a finger under a small slice in the dummy’s torso, sand pouring out.
“Wha- uh- alright, give me a sec to patch it up!” Namgo scurried into the closet area yet again, bringing out a roll of heavy-duty tape.
“Sorry for kinda freaking out there. This has never happened before,” he said as he sealed the hole.
“Might wanna just set that between the dummies. I predict this’ll happen a lot,” Epla said. Namgo nodded, setting down the tape.
“Alright, let’s keep goin’,” Epla said. The boys continued to practice against the dummies for a couple more minutes.
“Alright, let’s stop. How are you guys feeling?” Namgo asked after a bit.
“A little worn out, honestly… my joints hurt,” Eeto said, stretching his arm out and slowly bending his wrist back and forth. Both boys indeed appeared to be out of breath, and their fists were red, almost bruised.
“Alrighty, then. I’d say you guys made some good progress,” Namgo said. “You both went up by about 8 percent. Epla, 50, Eeto, 55. Let’s get home and rest for now.”
“Dang, 3 FPUs through all that?” Eeto asked.
“You need to train for a long time to get better results, but it definitely pays off,” Namgo replied. Namgo led the boys downstairs, closed up the training room, and walked them home.
“Boys!” Pecha exclaimed when they returned. “How did the training go?”
“It was rough,” Eeto said, showing his knuckles, “but we went up 3 FPUs. We’ll need to train for a while to get more long-term results,” Eeto replied.
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Grafu said. “So, I heard from Namgo that you guys are the strongest Furutans in the world. How does that feel?”
“Slightly stressful.” Epla went upstairs.
Grafu gave a small laugh. “You boys must be exhausted. Go and get some rest,” Grafu said. Eeto nodded, following Epla upstairs.

Chapter 1 – Absolute Potential

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[Training Room, Duria Palace, Planet Furuta – Age 783]

Eeto stepped back from the training dummy and read his energy.
“349,” he thought out loud. “Epla, what’re you at?”
“317, why?” He asked.
“I just wanted to see how a year of training affected our power,” Eeto replied.
“By a lot, apparently,” Namgo replied. “If there was any chance that somebody could surpass you guys a year ago, it’s been completely nullified by now.”
“Epic!” Eeto sent a straight kick into the dummy’s head, knocking it across the room.
“You know, if you didn’t have this huge amount of potential, we would have just stopped training after this last year, but if you’d like I can sign you guys up for another unit,” Namgo suggested.
“Sure. I think that’ll be beneficial,” Eeto said, carrying his dummy over to the closet. He slid off the weights he had on, setting them beside the dummy.
“What’s the unit gonna be about?” asked Epla.
“Either more of what you guys did for the past year, or the new meditation unit,” Namgo said.
“Woah, meditation?” Eeto asked, walking out of the closet and taking off his armor.
“Yup. Durian made it because he said it’ll ‘balance the soul’ or something like that,” Namgo replied.
“Well, when do we start?” asked Eeto.
“We could start right now, if you want,” Namgo shrugged.
“A-alright, what do we do first?” Epla asked next.
“Uuuuh… just sit like this,” Namgo started, sitting down with his legs crossed, “tuck your left hand under your right and touch your thumbs together.” The boys followed their mentor’s instruction. After a few minutes, the boys had almost mastered it. Their breathing slowed and their slight movements stopped.
“…How long do we do this for?” Eeto asked.
“For as long as you want, I guess. I’m gonna go sign you guys up, you two, just… keep…” Namgo trailed off, realizing that they had already stopped listening. He headed downstairs and through a hall to Durian’s throne room.
“Hello, sir,” Namgo greeted the king as he walked in. “The boys are already taking a liking to the mediation unit, so I came to sign them up.”
“Of course,” Durian said. “What made you think about registering them into this unit, though?”
“Well, I said that they could either keep doing what they were doing, or I could sign them up for this, so it was really their choice,” Namgo shrugged.
“I see,” Durian nodded. “And you said they were taking a liking to it, did you already teach them the basics?”
“I literally just taught them the position they had to do and now they’re fully into it. One of ’em asked me something so I answered, but when I kept talking, I realized he had completely stopped listening. Like his mind knew he heard what he needed to hear.”
“I’m starting to think these boys have infinite potential, at this rate,” Durian chuckled.
“Well, maybe they do, you never know!” Namgo joked.
“Watch out!” Epla suddenly shouted from the doorway. There was a sound from the corner of the room, and when they looked, they saw a figure hunched in the corner with a hooded cloak that hid his face. With awesome speed, the figure lunged at Durian with what looked like a large dagger. Yet even faster, Eeto flew in and kicked the mysterious assailant into the throne room window. The dagger spun and stuck in the thick glass with a thunk and a crack.
Epla flew in next, pinning the character to the window by his throat.
“Who are you?!” Epla shouted, ripping the cloak off the figure. What he saw shocked him. Eeto gasped, dropping the knife he had started examining.
“I took your advice to heart, Mr. Epla,” the boy said with an evil chuckle.