Translation
Fanfic: Der Weg zum Licht (1)
Chapter: The way to the light (1)
The way to the light
(1)
Preface:
"The Path to Light" begins with the end of "The Dark Saiya-jin". It would be advisable to read it through, otherwise you cannot understand some connections (please do not shy away from the 8 parts! Each part is relatively brief.)
If you don't necessarily want that, here is a short summary:
It's about Fisk, a Saiya-jin who killed his master and lost in a hard fight against Son Goku and previously a large part of the Z group (Son Goku, Son Gohan, Son Goten + Trunks (Gotenks ), Piccolo, Vegeta).
[At first glance, the two stories only have something to do with DRAGONBALL (Z) indirectly, but I have taken over some attacks and names of some fighters and races from the original story. There are also dragon balls in my story, so it has a lot more to do with it.]
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Fisk took off with his protective bladder.He guided them with his thoughts. Memories shot through his head. A year ago he was in a similar bubble with his master. When he thought of Dark Soul, he had to grin. Fisk ordered his flight vehicle to take a course for an inhabited planet. The seven-year-old boy fell asleep.
His eyes opened again. He had received telepathic feedback from his capsule. She was now over a populated world. Fisk looked down. It was a planet with a few bright white buildings. The dark Saiya-jin decided to land. The capsule penetrated the atmosphere. The pull was high and so Fisk hit the ground quickly.
Fisk dissolved his ball. His stomach growled because he hadn't eaten a bite in three days. He walked a few meters and came to a lake. His mouth watered when he saw the many fish bubbling in the lake. But instead of catching a few, he stretched his hand towards the water, focused his energy on them and used a ki-blast to clear the lake.The water evaporated and well-fried fish lay on the bottom of the now dried up lake.
After a hearty meal, Fisk decided to start training. He jumped, punched and kicked around a little. He passed the time by smashing a little rock. Suddenly he heard a call: "Come here you cowardly beast !!! Yeaaaaaah !!!!" Fisk turned away from the heap of rubble lying in front of him. He saw Azurian for the first time.
Azurian stood ready to face the beast. She charged her opponent with her sword, pierced his body and pulled the sword up and out again. The beast dissolved. Azurian turned to her tutor. "And?" She asked. "Your anger is not the way of light, my child," he replied.
With a tingling sensation in his stomach, he looked at the two figures in the forest. The girl didn't seem older than himself. The man was Goku's age.Both were dressed similarly in white and radiated a pure aura. Suddenly the man became restless and said something to the girl. Then he jumped at Fisk with his sword drawn. Surprised, Fisk held up the sword with his index finger and threw it away with his finger along with the fighter. This felt burned after touching it. The man charged again, swinging his sword. Fisk dodged, then struck the stranger's hand with ease, causing the sword to whirl through the air. But even then the man did not give up, he tried to defeat Fisk with his fists, but was pushed against a tree by a blast of air from his competitor. The girl ran to the man. She wanted to help him up, but he waved it off and got up again. "Well then, I must use the light to stop you, creature of darkness!" The man shouted as he stretched out his hand to Fisk and fired a glowing white beam at him.Fisk tried to fend him off, but when the beam hit his hand, he felt a searing pain. The bundle of light penetrated the hand and hit Fisk's upper body. Fisk roared and held his healthy-looking, albeit struck, hand. He rolled and writhed in pain, even though he had no wounds.
The dark Saiya-jin slowly opened his eyes and looked into the girl's face. He started and looked around. He had been taken to an ornate room and placed in a fairly comfortable bed. The girl stood next to him and then said to Fisk: "Are you okay? You were lucky that I was with my teacher and asked him to spare you, otherwise you would have been cut in half." Fisk looked at his Hand and stroke it. A man entered the room and moved towards the bed where Fisk was lying. It was the fighter with the ray of light. "You should thank Azurian boy," he began. "Then come along.The king is waiting for you "
As they walked the hallways, Fisk watched Azurian. She had shiny azure hair of average length, contrasted with soft, fiery red eyes and a smiling expression. Then he looked at the man. In contrast to his pupil, he was still in combat suit. His face was pale, like his hair. He seemed quite friendly, but with a certain dignity. They came to a large door. The fighter had a brief chat with the guard and opened the door. The hall they now entered was splendidly furnished. On the wall towards which they were now walking stood a large and a slightly smaller throne. On one of them sat a bearded, elderly man, in the same clothes as the fighter, who was now bowing. In the other throne was a young lady who began to smile as the fighter approached her.
"My King, this is the boy I found," said the bowing man and pointed to Fisk.The festive lady on the second throne rose and padded slowly down to the man. The latter rose again and took the young lady's hands. The King stepped down too and walked slowly over to the Fisk and put his hand on the boy's forehead. "You have a dark soul. What's your name?" Grumbled the King after his examination. Fisk answered. A smile stood out from under the king's beard.
(1)
Preface:
"The Path to Light" begins with the end of "The Dark Saiya-jin". It would be advisable to read it through, otherwise you cannot understand some connections (please do not shy away from the 8 parts! Each part is relatively brief.)
If you don't necessarily want that, here is a short summary:
It's about Fisk, a Saiya-jin who killed his master and lost in a hard fight against Son Goku and previously a large part of the Z group (Son Goku, Son Gohan, Son Goten + Trunks (Gotenks ), Piccolo, Vegeta).
[At first glance, the two stories only have something to do with DRAGONBALL (Z) indirectly, but I have taken over some attacks and names of some fighters and races from the original story. There are also dragon balls in my story, so it has a lot more to do with it.]
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Fisk took off with his protective bladder.He guided them with his thoughts. Memories shot through his head. A year ago he was in a similar bubble with his master. When he thought of Dark Soul, he had to grin. Fisk ordered his flight vehicle to take a course for an inhabited planet. The seven-year-old boy fell asleep.
His eyes opened again. He had received telepathic feedback from his capsule. She was now over a populated world. Fisk looked down. It was a planet with a few bright white buildings. The dark Saiya-jin decided to land. The capsule penetrated the atmosphere. The pull was high and so Fisk hit the ground quickly.
Fisk dissolved his ball. His stomach growled because he hadn't eaten a bite in three days. He walked a few meters and came to a lake. His mouth watered when he saw the many fish bubbling in the lake. But instead of catching a few, he stretched his hand towards the water, focused his energy on them and used a ki-blast to clear the lake.The water evaporated and well-fried fish lay on the bottom of the now dried up lake.
After a hearty meal, Fisk decided to start training. He jumped, punched and kicked around a little. He passed the time by smashing a little rock. Suddenly he heard a call: "Come here you cowardly beast !!! Yeaaaaaah !!!!" Fisk turned away from the heap of rubble lying in front of him. He saw Azurian for the first time.
Azurian stood ready to face the beast. She charged her opponent with her sword, pierced his body and pulled the sword up and out again. The beast dissolved. Azurian turned to her tutor. "And?" She asked. "Your anger is not the way of light, my child," he replied.
With a tingling sensation in his stomach, he looked at the two figures in the forest. The girl didn't seem older than himself. The man was Goku's age.Both were dressed similarly in white and radiated a pure aura. Suddenly the man became restless and said something to the girl. Then he jumped at Fisk with his sword drawn. Surprised, Fisk held up the sword with his index finger and threw it away with his finger along with the fighter. This felt burned after touching it. The man charged again, swinging his sword. Fisk dodged, then struck the stranger's hand with ease, causing the sword to whirl through the air. But even then the man did not give up, he tried to defeat Fisk with his fists, but was pushed against a tree by a blast of air from his competitor. The girl ran to the man. She wanted to help him up, but he waved it off and got up again. "Well then, I must use the light to stop you, creature of darkness!" The man shouted as he stretched out his hand to Fisk and fired a glowing white beam at him.Fisk tried to fend him off, but when the beam hit his hand, he felt a searing pain. The bundle of light penetrated the hand and hit Fisk's upper body. Fisk roared and held his healthy-looking, albeit struck, hand. He rolled and writhed in pain, even though he had no wounds.
The dark Saiya-jin slowly opened his eyes and looked into the girl's face. He started and looked around. He had been taken to an ornate room and placed in a fairly comfortable bed. The girl stood next to him and then said to Fisk: "Are you okay? You were lucky that I was with my teacher and asked him to spare you, otherwise you would have been cut in half." Fisk looked at his Hand and stroke it. A man entered the room and moved towards the bed where Fisk was lying. It was the fighter with the ray of light. "You should thank Azurian boy," he began. "Then come along.The king is waiting for you "
As they walked the hallways, Fisk watched Azurian. She had shiny azure hair of average length, contrasted with soft, fiery red eyes and a smiling expression. Then he looked at the man. In contrast to his pupil, he was still in combat suit. His face was pale, like his hair. He seemed quite friendly, but with a certain dignity. They came to a large door. The fighter had a brief chat with the guard and opened the door. The hall they now entered was splendidly furnished. On the wall towards which they were now walking stood a large and a slightly smaller throne. On one of them sat a bearded, elderly man, in the same clothes as the fighter, who was now bowing. In the other throne was a young lady who began to smile as the fighter approached her.
"My King, this is the boy I found," said the bowing man and pointed to Fisk.The festive lady on the second throne rose and padded slowly down to the man. The latter rose again and took the young lady's hands. The King stepped down too and walked slowly over to the Fisk and put his hand on the boy's forehead. "You have a dark soul. What's your name?" Grumbled the King after his examination. Fisk answered. A smile stood out from under the king's beard.