The New Power (A DB OC insert.)

Chapter 1

Olven......when will you finally become stronger!? You are still a mere whelp.....despite all your training......all your meditation.......effort and study.....yet you still cannot do anything.......what are you to do with yourself? What kind of a shameful saiyan are you!? If you are this weak, how will you ever survive the horrors this universe has to offer? The memory brushes over Olven like water, one of the many "pep talks" he has given himself over the years.....even as a child he understood how the world worked. You eat,sleep, use the restroom, slaughter, and make money one way or another. That or die, and even then death would still hunt you down like the vast and hungry thing it was. Always taking, always there at the back of his mind, knowing constantly that it could be a mere second...... But that did not stop him from trying to give death a hell of a hard time claiming him. Oh and for reference, for now on Italics will be for Olven's thoughts. And if i am to address something inside the story I'll use (parenthesis/ brackets]}

Olven sighed, a heavy and emotionally tainted sigh. His wandering mind and emotions toiling in the sleepless night he was enduring. Even through all his time training alone,of which loneliness was part of the emotional mishmash, he still felt weak. His race, saiyans, were supposed to be elite warriors. Olven sure didn't feel that way, he felt useless and as if his hard work were for naught. Maybe....maybe I do need someone to spar with......there is only so much something inanimate can offer in the way of training and only so much exercise can do. Some real combat would do wonders.....but where and whom! I don't think any locals would work.....maybe another saiyan....I hear a lot are on planet Sadala......then it is decided. I shall find someone to spar with. I will beat them though! No one shall surpass me! Even at the cost of causing bodily harm! I will be the best! I AM the best! I shan't lose! I'll win and win and win! Fight every battle like its my last! I cannot fail, the disgrace would kill me. Hell, just thinking about losing almost made Olven berserk. He wasn't so sure he would sleep at all tonight. Instead he would remember his first time transforming. Oh how good it had felt! The rush, the excitement, the power! Oh it had filled him with a glee like none other! Oh he could hardly contain himself now! Oh how he wanted to rush off the planet Sadala and fight everyone there right this instant! Watch out Universe 6, I'm a Olven and I'm coming! Well, if I'm to be battle ready I'll need to rest. ,aye some herbs would do me good. Thus Olven grabbed some herbs from his pouch and sorted through them, looking for the herb he sought. After about 30 seconds of searching, he reveled in the small victory brought forth by the white and flowery herb his hand now held up. After using a stone to grind the herd to a powder and adding it to some boiled water from the local creek made a tea like drink from it. He grabbed the small bowl of liquid and downed it, the slightly bitter taste filling his mouth. Afterwards he laid his head down upon the material that was his bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. The next morn, the rays of sunlight dawned upon his form which woke him from slumber. He slowly opened his eyes and started the day with a bit of a wash from the creek. The wash helping to energize and motivate himself for today's festivities. After the cleansing, Olven began packing his few belongings up to travel to Sadala. Basic food, water, his tent, bed, lucky breastplate and boots, and finally his most important possession of all. A small token from his family. The small box containing pictures and a few tiny trinkets. His fathers special ring, a set of his mothers ear rings and his brothers old necklace of silver. He packed all this in his bag and strapped it onto himself. Not forgetting to grab his coin pouch and securing it to his waist as he set off for finding transportation. The nearest town had a few people with space ships that he noticed as he floated down.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me whom owns that ship?" Olven then pointed to a red, disk shaped ship with yellow accents.

"Actually, that would be me kid. Whatcha need?" The....alien wearing a dark cloak and mask asked Olven.