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| - Son Goar was just 13. He was short, he looked like a 8 year old. His hair was huge spikes of black hair. He constantly wearied normal clothes, but today a martial arts outfit, with the kanji son on his back. His dad told him today was a special day. Today he was going to train... Real training. The past stuff was nothing. He sat impatiently on a rock near the house. It was quite small, with one door on the front, 4 windows, and most of all... One kitchen! To think, he had to be careful to eat when his mom wasn't watching. He made sure she wasn't even close and yet she could always find him. ~
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| - Son Goar was just 13. He was short, he looked like a 8 year old. His hair was huge spikes of black hair. He constantly wearied normal clothes, but today a martial arts outfit, with the kanji son on his back. His dad told him today was a special day. Today he was going to train... Real training. The past stuff was nothing. He sat impatiently on a rock near the house. It was quite small, with one door on the front, 4 windows, and most of all... One kitchen! To think, he had to be careful to eat when his mom wasn't watching. He made sure she wasn't even close and yet she could always find him. He started to hum when his dad came out to the field. He was wearing a suit, one he worked at a law firm. He was a normal sayian man... Well... Abnormal actually. He never fought anyone for joy and never bragged about being in a war or two. That's why the Saiyan children and adults considered the Son family weak. Being a Saiyan scared the Human children. He never got to spend time with kids his age. He never cared, they bothered him from eating with question. Why do people ask questions? W... Wait... Did he just ask a question? "Son." His dad was sitting on the dirt but he was smiling. Maybe this when the training starts. "I have good news. You're about to train!" Mom told him last night... But she didn't tell dad. "So... You must leave." W... What!? "W...what!?" "To train properly, you have to meet the wisest man I know. He is not a Saiyan or a human. To meet him... Take this map." He gave Goar the map and patted him on the shoulder. "Son... This man... Is possibly the universe's strongest being. He is also possibly the smartest. You are extremely weak right now. I never properly trained you... Because you have to learn for yourself and this man is far more powerful than me. But don't worry, there are some things I will still teach you." "Like what?" "Oh... Well... Something like this." He tapped his two fingers together and in one second disappeared. His son started to look around and almost started to worry until his dad reappeared with a straw hat and a soda. He started to giggle, looking at his sons face and then smiled. "Things like that. When I teach you... The entire universe will be within Your reach." "Wow! That's so cool!" "Now son... I will miss you. But you have to leave now. To head where you must have too, you must go to a giant tower! I mean giant, you know that statue with that human hero Mr. Satan?" "Yeah." "We'll... Picture 10 statues on top of each other!" "Wow... That's big?" "Yes... Very big." "WOW!" He patted his son on the head, lifted him up, and hugged him. It will be the last hug for a while. "Son... One last story before you go." "What is it?" "A long time ago... When your grandpa was born. He was strong, but he had... problems." "Like what?" "At the age of 18, he became a Super Saiyan." "A... Super Saiyan! That's amazing!" "No... You see... His father became one at 7." "Wow! Wait... Y!" "Yes... You see... the human part of our blood is holding us back. I barely became a Super Saiyan." "You're a Super Saiyan!" "Well.. That and above... But it cause me great pressure. But you... You have potential. So does another." "Who?" "He is another child. His name is Bultra. He is a Vegeta." "A... Vegeta?" "Another Saiyan." "Oh." "Now... You must go." He let down his son, his son bowed to him, and started to walk away. When he was nearly out of view... He waved back and smiled. His father heart flew seeing his most loved one smile with great joy. Most children would be sad to be leaving. His son knew he would be back in a year tops. He was wrong. He would see his son a little longer later... Quite a few... ~ He was traveling by flight. Why should he walk! He was the son of a mighty Saiyan! He was Bultra, descended from the prince Vegeta! So... He was a prince! His power alone tested by the scouters founded by the alliance ships tested him to be at 6,000. Most Saiyan kids his age were 800, But a Vegeta child... Or a branch one, was a 2,000. He started to smile. His power even impressed the most powerful of Saiyan warriors. He started thinking of him, older, and being crowned king of all Saiyans, with the pathetic Son family as jesters. His father always made fun of them, and seeing that brat child of them eating alone like he was better then him infuriated him. He started to speed up, smiling at thinking of tearing open that kid's head. The more blood he saw, the more energy was put in traveling. Something rumbled, and he stopped. He was hungry. He was hundreds miles away from home, so why not feast on some creature before heading home and eating the chefs food. He smelled something cooking, and decided to raid it... No... Raid was not the right word. He was royalty... Confiscate, he hears that a lot from his sister. She was 19, and she was one of the few people he respected. After his mother, father, and himself of course. He slowly flew down... To see a tiger being roasted over a fire by a boy. Wait... That boy was the one he wanted to kill. Oh such irony, to be fed by his mortal nemesis. Oh... Maybe an accident will occur. The idea made him chuckle. "Greeting lowly peasant, I am the prince Bultra! Son of King Vegeta the Third!" "Hi my name is Goar. You can have my food if you ask politely." Bultra fell over...
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