DragonBall Z

The Orion Saga

The Lost Saiyon

By Paladin

Chapter one.

New Beginning's

Lord Obveron sat in his massive throne. It's ornate texture and Swede leather

exterior hidden by the darkness he kept around him. His whole room was kept in the same

eclipse. His eye's were the only source of light penetrating the shadows. They glowed a petulant yellow with a hint of green. He stared out at the blackness without any indication of movement. Even the rise and fall of his chest was beyond notice.

His mind was full. Full of thoughts entrapped by recent events. He'd know Sinder was powerful. After all, it had been Sinder to bring down the might of Viridian. But never had he imagined the sort of power Sinder had eminated three day's ago.

That was another thing that held Obveron with nervousness. Sinder hadn't been seen since. He just vanished into thin air. Obveron had tried to track him down through the dimensional loop. But there was no trail to follow. At least not one Obveron could detect. Sinder has surprised him on many occasion's, could it be possible that all this time Sinder had been holding back? If so, why? Or was he really dead? Obveron had noticed another mana driven power close to Sinder at the end. Almost as strong but not quite.

Obveron crushed the right arm of his throne in his palm. He hated not knowing. He felt like he was being watched. Obveron knew that Sinder had been using him since day one, but he had also been the user as well. If it weren't for Sinder, it would have been far more difficult to achieve the grand fortress and technology that spun itself all about him.

It had taken no time at all to get the complex underway, thanks to Tervin's work to hollow out the mountain. Half the place was already up and running, and soon they would be able to start the real task. Creating an army worthy of invading Avalon.

Obveron's eye's narrowed. It had been far to long since he last seen his homeland. His skill in mana was getting weaker and weaker. Soon he wouldn't even be able to draw it at all. And this plane had an especially weak Mana stream. It was just to far away from the dimensional Nexus.

Obveron almost jumped when the com on the side of his door beeped. Obveron suppressed an urge to rip it out of the wall and cast it's atom's across the great expanse. "L...Lord Obveron....?" The com chirped. The voice was filled with nervousness. "Yes?" Obveron asked, his voice smooth and calm. "What is it?"

"D... Do... Doctor Baret requests your presence at section 24A."

* * * * *

Baret leaned over a large tube covered with panels and wires. It's size could easily fit a good sized man. His eye's drifted from one component to the other, trying to decide what should go where.

"Hmmm. Almost complete." He stated to no one. The lab was empty, save for the machinery and tools that lay discarded about the room. He hadn't had time yet to get everything in order. He had started work the instant the lab became available. Soon a new lab would be finished. One bigger and more suited to the required needs.

"What is almost complete?" Baret spun around in a startled gesture. He hadn't expected Obveron so soon. He looked upon the godlike figure towering over him. the past three day's had been good for getting to know the man. Baret still could decide weather he'd made the right choice in accepting Obveron's perposal, But it was all said and done. No turning back now.

"The synthetic regeneration tube's milord." Baret sighed. "With a few more tweaks and tests the prototype should be fully operational. Then all we need to do is test it."

Obveron's expression never faltered. He remained stiff and calm. "Good. Are you still sure about the candidate?" Obveron asked. He would have much rather of used the most powerful Saiyon, but Baret had insisted.

"Yes milord. Though he is the weaker, He possesses the Royal Bloodline. That could mean he has far more potential than the other." Baret's voice was rattled and nervous. Obveron knew what Baret was hiding, but decided against saying anything. It wasn't his concern. if all went well they'd cast away the weaker Saiyon and use the stronger. His army would not be created using second rate stock.

"Hmmm.... very well. I will send out a special team to capture the subject. It seems Sinder isn't following order's. Have you seen him?" Obveron asked. Baret couldn't help but notice a hint of desperation in his voice. "Uh...No milord. I avoid Sinder whenever I can actually" So did the rest of the crew whenever the repulsive beast was around.

"Very well. I will round up the men and give them my blessing. continue your work. If all goes well you should have your first subject by tonight.' With that Obveron burst out of sight in a bright glow of blue light and purple fire. For the third time in the past three day's he wish he'd thought this deal over before go through.

* * * * *

Obveron emerged in his room as he exited the great expanse. It had been mere child's play to exalt the men into a level that could easily capture the weak Saiyon. It was a pity that it wouldn't last. The effect's of this dimension being so far from the nexus. It's mana content was almost none existent.

"Obveron...." Came a voice from the corner. It was followed with a shrill but muffled giggle. Obveron instantly recognized the voice. "Sinder!" Obveron gasped towards the shadows the held the voice. "Where have you been?! You were supposed to dispose of Tervin, and bring back the weaker sai...." His voice was stopped short by a sharp blow to the back. Obveron bellowed out and fell to his knees.

"Little brother.. Do me a favor.... Look at me." the voice came from in front of him. slowly the top room light came on and Sinder sluggishly made his way into the light. Obveron gasped. Sinder's face looked charred and cracked. his hands were blistered and covered with dry blood. It took a second for the full impact to hit him. It was Sinder's blood. In every single fight with Viridian, Sinder hadn't bled a drop. What could possible been powerful enough to do this to the god.

"Look at me. Is this the face of a happy little demon? Huh!" Sinder swung his arm out knocking Obveron into the steel wall. Obveron spit out a few drops of his own blood. "Do you know how long this is gonna take to heal?" Sinder screamed. "Never have I been this mortally wounded!" He turned around and continued his ranting. "That damn kid! He used mana in this dimension like it was on tap! This entire plane has a mana level of a newborn child. there was no was he was getting it from here!" Sinder stopped for a second and turned back towards Obveron. "That damn kid hit me with a blast that was made up of both Mana and chi. Do you know what that means?! It means serious hurt and the fact that it was impossible doesn't help neither!" As Sinder yelled he threw his fist out, literally incinerating a steel bulkhead by the door.

"I just barley had time to jump dimension's" Sinder whispered, his breathing was labored and quick. Another first, Obveron had never seen Sinder out of breath. This ordeal must have really took it out of him. "When I emerged I found that my body was over 60% incinerated. I... I've never known pain like that. It was enlightening." Sinder turned his head and grinned evilly at Obveron.

"You are my brother, so there for I will give you a reprieve. But mark my words, Obveron. If I ever see you or any other from this dimension.. It's day's will be numbered." Wither that he disappeared in a violent wake in reality. The room shook as Obveron tried to steady himself and get to his feet.

* * * * *

Gohan stood on the tall peak and stared longingly out at the drifting clouds rolling

across the mountainside. His eye's fixed on the small camp down the rugged trail the led

down the mountain. He had been watching it for some time now. It didn't look to be any

kind of normal camp. Too many guards.

Gohan slowly turned around and went back down the mountain. The small trail led back down into a small forested area. He quickly made his way up and over branches. Till finally he came to a roaring fire. If there was one thing his dad could do, it was make campfires. Krillan sat to on side as Goku stuck a rabbit into the fire. "So Goku. How long?"

"Oh I'd say about ten minutes or so." He said as he stuck six more rabbits on the fire. "Good thing cause I'm hungry"

Gohan laughed as he sat by the fire next to Krillan. Gohan reach around and took off his pack, unzipping the top. Reaching in he pulled out a small watch like object, the dragon radar. Clicking the button once the display instantly showed they're location's. He could understand why they didn't show up a few day's ago before he and Krillan went to the circus. Here they were now. On his first real DragonBall hunt on earth. In a valiant effort to bring Orion back from the dead.

"So what's the radar say Gohan?" Goku asked from across the fire. He was preparing a pile of rabbits for the fire. Gohan looked at the radar. He could see the concentration of the five that they had. There was one far away to the north... and one close. Very close. In fact.. if Gohan was correct, it was just on the other side of the mountain.

"Hmmmmm...." Gohan mumbled. Krillan gave him a quizzical look.

"What wrong Gohan?" Gohan continued to stare at the radar.

"Well it show's one DragonBall to be far to the north. The other is right on the other side of the mountain." Krillan looked up to the sky.

"What's so bad about that... Personally I think this entire trip has been pretty easy." Krillan put his arms behind his head and stared up at the stars.

"When I was up on the top I saw a small encampment there. It looked pretty guarded."

Gohan reached into his sack and pulled out the four star DragonBall.

It's too bad Mr. Merlin decided not to come with us."

"Oh I think he had more important thing's to take care of Gohan. After all, he seemed pretty startled after he found out that here, when you die you go to some other dimension." Krillan frowned. "Too startled if you ask me. He seemed more enthusiastic about that than he did about the possibility of the dragonballs bringing Orion back."

* * * * *

The three of them slept soundly as the night sky turned about overhead. Not one of them stirred as glowing eye's watched them suspiciously.

* * * * *

Vegita roared in anger. The past few months could probably be counted as the worst in his life. First a humiliating defeat by a low class Saiyon. Then to come up against Freeza and die. Now to lose both his eyesight and his right arm! Vegita could never remember feeling so helpless.

He punched the 10k pound punching bag in capsule corp's gym. Even the thought of training sickened him. There didn't seem to be a point to anything anymore. Not after coming up against such a behemoth as he did a few day's ago. What was he thinking challenging such a power. A power that even Freeza would have to of bowed down to.

His mind continued to twirl as he repeatedly punched the bag. His senses had dulled since the battle, but they were returning quickly. But his mind was so out of focus that he didn't even notice there our people surrounding him. In a blink he was stunned, and the last thing he herd was.. That was just plain too easy!"

* * * * *

Bulma hummed a gentle tune as she worked and studied the strange devise on the table. Krillan had found it at the battle sight three days ago. It worked like a scouter but seemed to be able to do so much more. It literally put an swiss army knife to shame. IT seemed to be able to do almost anything. It's caliber was much higher than the Saiyon version as well. It had special circuits to keep it from overloading. It had a built in devise to hide the power level of it's wearer or even a group for up to a mile radius. It also had the ability to cook and prepare food, right out of thin air!

Bulma gasped as she pondered the potential of such a devise. It was the ability to erect a shield around the body of the wearer and produce oxygen for use in a vacuum. Whoever designed it must have had a whole lot of time on her hands.

As she looked through it's hard programming she came upon something interesting. Healing circuits. This machine had the ability to regenerate the body of it's wearer up to 50%. She instantly thought about poor Vegita. Could this help him?

She Quickly picked up the scouter and rushed out the door. If he was still following the same schedule he was in the gym. As she walked through the door she began speaking. "Hey Vegita. This baby putt's the Saiyon version to shame... It even has the ability to..." She looked around the room to find it empty. "Well how rude!"

* * * * *

Zouran stared up at the huge desk in front of him. His demeanor showed nothing but annoyance. He watched as the huge man, King Yammea he called himself, shuffled through endless papers and permits. Finally Zouran's patience ran out. "Listen bud. In the past forty eight hours I have been beaten, stabbed shackled electrocuted, burned, judged, and disintegrated! Now I am here to be judged yet again! My patience is not infinite! Tell me where I am going!"

The huge man looked down at him with little else than surprise. He obviously wasn't used to being talked to in such a manner. As he opened his mouth to say something, someone else decided to speak up. His voice was young and as innocent as any that Zouran had ever herd. One day he would wish he had never met the bearer. "Wow... Sounds like you've had a bad day."

Zouran turned to see a small boy walking out of the right entryway. He was short, looked to be maybe five or six. He had jet black hair that was short on the top with the back long, going outward till it decided to come to a point just below the knees. His eye's were blue and full of innocence. Zouran didn't think he'd ever meet anyone quite like him.

He turned back toward King Yamma. His face was full of anger. Maybe he had pushed it a little too far. "Ahh common Mr. Yamma." The boy said. "He's had a rough time. Cut him a little slack." Zouran glanced over at the boy. He was facing King Yamma right beside him. For a split second he thought he saw the boy's eye's change color.

King Yamma seemed to daze for but a second before he focused on his work again. He face a one of pure calm. As if Zouran's previous comment's were forgotten. "Hmmmm...." King Yamma grunted. His voice deep and calm. "Well if you had kept you mouth shut for a second longer I would have said you could go to the upper world...." King Yamma looked down at Zouran and then at the boy. "This is Orion.. He'll show you around till your plane leaves." He waved his hand to give them leave." Orion quickly grabbed his hand and lead him out the left exit. Once around the corner Orion gasped and leaned against the wall. "Whew! That was close." His breathing was labored, like he was holding him breath.

Zouran looked down at him quizzically. Never had he met such a person. One who would help another out to such risk to himself. Finally Orion caught his breath and returned Zouran's stares. "Well.. the plane to the upper world doesn't leave for another hour or so.. let me give you the tour."

* * * * *

They brought the Saiyon in just moment's after Baret had finished his work. The tube was finished and fully operational. It would strip the very life out of the Saiyon and map the entire DNA strand. From there It would uplink and feed it to the second tube and Voile. Instant Saiyon soup. "Just add water" Baret thought to himself suppressing a giggle.

What Baret didn't expect was the Saiyon to arrive severely damaged. His eye's were completely shot and his entire upper right arm was missing. "What the hell.. You were to bring him unharmed!" Baret screamed at the commando the brought it in.

"Sorry sir. He was like that when we captured him." Baret eye's him evilly for a second before looking back at the Saiyon. Aside from the obvious wounds it seemed to be in great shape. Baret nodded as he removed the knockout pin from the Saiyon's neck. "Put him on the table." Baret motioned.

They placed the Saiyon on the table and locked his arms into the restraint's. Not that there was any fear. The knockout mixture had been tested on ton's of Saiyon's and had been concocted to deal with they're hyper metabolism. Never-the-less, Baret wasn't taking chances.

Baret grinned with anticipation as he went to the lab cabinet and pulled out a heavy serenge. He walked back over to the Saiyon and uncovered his right shoulder. "Everyone stand back. This hasn't ever been tested on a Saiyon. Baret pulled out a small palm computer and punched a few button's. With a last hint of hesitation he poked the needle into the Saiyon's shoulder and inserted the content's of the serenge.

At first the Saiyon lay lifeless, save for the rise and fall of his chest. Suddenly he went into a massive fit of spasm's. His body jerked against the restraint's and his eye's shot open. Baret stepped back and stared.

The Saiyon's eye's seemed to be mimicking the movement's and spasm's of his body. His eye suddenly turned from pure white to the black that normally fit's a Saiyon.

He mouth opened with a pain filled scream as he stiffened on the table. His right arm, strained against the restraint, seemed to flex and rip. Suddenly a piece of bone shot out of his arm. it was followed by other bone shooting out of the end. Almost as soon as the appeared, muscles seemed to grow out of nowhere and attach themselves to the bone's. In no time at all the Saiyon had recovered his eyesight and his right arm.

Baret stepped up to the table to examine the Saiyon. "What if he would of died?" Came a calm but lecturing voice form behind him. Baret knew instantly that it was Obveron. Baret threw a passing glance at him. "Goran didn't."

"Goran was lucky." Obveron stated as he joined Baret beside the table. "If I'm not mistaken. That process makes it exceedingly harder to kill him.. What happens when it becomes time to dispose of him?" Obveron asked, almost accusingly. Baret stared at him subjectedly for a second.

"Not to worry.. I programmed these nano's to reconstruct the body only. As soon as the job was done they shut down and, if we were to allow the Saiyon to live, they would filter out through the bodies system naturally."

Obveron nodded. "How long till we can begin the procedure?" Baret walked over to the tube and began it's calibration. "We can begin immediately. Unfortunately it will take some time to complete."

"How long?"

"Five, six day's maximum."

Obveron again nodded and turned his attention back to the Saiyon. "Just one more question." Obveron stated. "Are Saiyon's supposed to have a tail?"

End of chapter one.

Author's note

Well it's that time again. First of all I beg your forgiveness at the lateness of this chapter. I have currently been working on other people's webpages and haven't had the time to write like I'd hoped.

Secondly I hope you will forgive me for the shortness of this chapter. But I have to say that this volume will be extremely short compared to any other.(I'm expecting three to five chapter's Max) But I assure you that Volume three will be by far the longest.

Thanks for reading.

Paladin