I'm the greatest Hitman that the Delucio Familly has ever seen or had before me; I did many jobs throughout history and made sure that every job got done properly, I am also known for making sure people are dead without leaving much evidence behind. There was only one time that happened but those responsible deserved everything I dished out upon them.
I just killed a traitor to the Delucio Crime Familly. His body is lying here on the floor right now as well as three more bodies of members of the Pimano Familly. Their tanned bodies and long brown hair were all over the place as well as their blood.
I loved to see how the blood spilled out from their open throats and mouth like waterfalls! I set up the murder scene perfectly with R candles lit around it which gave the whole thing a very creepy feel for everyone who passed by this place after dark. It wasn't hard to kill them since they were always drunk off there asses at nighttime so no one would notice any commotion.
They smell of liquor and cigarettes, and I can smell the stench of sex on some of them. Those pigs fucked some prostitutes before dying in New York's dark alleys so I know what they were doing.
I take out my knife and cut out their ears which I put in a brown paper bag. I collect the ears of each of my victims as a sign of pride and of the fact that I get the job done. I love to watch these pigs' ears everyday as a reminder of who I am. They all think they're tough until they meet me.
This is such a great backdrop for a picture. What about taking down my shirt?
I take it off and look down to my muscular chest covered in scars, tattoos and piercings.
I'm fucking hot. I look just like Prince Vegeta; I have two massive bulges hanging out from my biceps. I'm about six foot eight inches tall, weighing about two hundred forty-five pounds (not including my muscles). My green hair reaches past my shoulders. My skin tone is tan, but not pale white either.
As I'm reaching for my cellphone, two cars drives past me, windows open. Two men wearing suits reach out to their guns and shoot me in the head.
I see my life slowly passing out before my eyes, those fuckers use thompson guns. It's my boss'men! My boss fucking killed me! The fucker didn't even wait for me to come back from my hit. Such a pussy to backstab me like that. He must had feared that I would take his place.
A bullet shoots through my forehead with blood spilling everywhere. They both jump back inside there car as they laugh at me bleeding on the ground with no way to get up. Pain and darkness engulfs me as I try to blink away the tears. I'm dead, I'm fucking dead. Will I go to hell?
I lose consciouness for a few seconds as the world around me fades into black.
I wake up in a strange place. I'm naked and an endless sand desert lay around me. It's filled with trees that resemble cactuses and palm trees. The sky is red and looks like someone took a shit on it.
I'm on my hands and knees, I feel something warm and wet running down my legs. I look down and see blood running down my legs. I can't tell if it's mine or not.
"Welcome back, Sunchock."
I turn around and see a man standing there. I don't recognize him but he looks like a Saiyan. He has blue spiky hair and a slender body. His body is riddled with scars but he looks friendly and kind.
I try to get up but I can't, It's like as if I'm waddling through concrete.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Okarot."
It sounds like Kakarot, this damn Goku.
Will I ever meet him in this universe or I'm in a different epoch?"
"Where am I?" I asked Okarot.
"You're in a different world, Sunchock. You were killed by your boss, and then you were reborn as a saiyan. You are a member of the dragonball universe now."
"Planet Vegeta?" I asked. "What am I doing here?"
The saiyan looked at me like I should know what I'm saying. "You're on Planet Vegeta. You were sent by destiny! Reborn as a Saiyan and forced to help us unite the tribes."
"Fight? I'll have to kill people?" I asked, smiling. "Sounds fun."
"No, you won't have to kill anyone. You just have to beat the shit out of them. But first, you have to prove yourself worthy. And to do that, you'll have to win three fights."
"Three fights?"
"Yes. In order to prove your worth to the tribe."
I look at myself and see that I look nothing like a human being anymore. All my muscles stand on display with my scars and tattoos clearly visible from across a distance. I feel powerful and ready for battle. My hair is green and long and reaches past my shoulders. The only thing missing is the red eyes.
I finally get up; my body has grown used to this place's gravity.
My arms feel lightweight and strong despite remaining so big. It feels so good to be in this body but something else bothers me; my heart hurts, and I don't understand why.
"You will not fight your battles until you reach the arena. I must warn you though, the stronger warriors of the village would take great offense if you fought a child or an elderly person. The arena is a mile away, which should not give you too much trouble."
A saiyan with blonde hair comes running over as we begin walking toward the arena.."Sunchock! Where did you come from? You're new around here aren't you? You have to keep up with us!"
"Sure thing," I say back to him without even turning my head to face him. The searing hot breeze caress my skin and the smell of sweat and sand fills my nostrils.
We continue to walk and after about fifteen minutes, the earth starts getting bumpier and rougher. Finally, a massive arena appears before us. I can see many people gathered outside it. Saiyans all different colors are scattered among them, some wearing nothing but their own muscles while others wear simple cloth armor. Many carry weapons made from wood or stone. Most look like they just woke up from a long nap and were having fun playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other.
They are all staring at me as if I was a god.
"It's him," one of them whispers.
"The Super Saiyan promised by destiny" another adds.
"Will he help us get rid of the Truffles?" whispered another.
"This is the place," the saiyan says as we step into the circular arena. The circular arena is made from clay and is surrounded by a low wall. Inside are many platforms that surround the arena. There are about thirty people in the arena.
"Why do they call me the Super Saiyan sent by destiny" I ask Okarot.
He sigh. "That's a long story, you sure you wanna hear it?"
"Sure."
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"Many years ago, a talking Cat came to our village and told us that we'd soon receive the visit of the legendary Super Saiyan. We didn't believe the Cat at first and our strongest warriors challenged him to a duel; he destroyed them all and left our prince, Prince Bardock in the coma."
It must had been Beerus. I thought. Only him can do that.
I look around for signs of battle. Some parts of the Arena were in shambles, marked by holes in the walls. The ground was overed in cracks and the arena itself was cracked in several places.
"He said that he would destroy our planet if we didn't accept the Super Saiyan in our ranks and toppled the Truffles within ten years."
As I explore the Arena, I bump into someone.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" say the guy.
I turn around to find a tall saiyan wearing a blue shirt. He has long purple hair and deep blue eyes. His skin is marked by a red stripe on his cheek. "They say you're the Super Saiyan but it's bullshit." he shouted.
"What did you say?" I ask.
Anger boils in my veins, who does that fucker think he is?
"I said you're a liar. You're a kid. You don't look like a warrior to me." he adds.
"I see that you've met Potota." say Okarot. " He'll be your first challenger."
"Bring it on!" I reply
I jump over the wall and charge at the guy who insulted me.
He dodges my first attack.
"That's it!"
He headbump me in the face and I fall to the floor.
Sand whirls around me.
I throw sand at him and he throws it back at me.
Sand pour into my eyes, blinding me.
It falls into my mouth, tasting like dirt.
I'm getting angry now.
I run at him again and this time he's ready. He blocks my fist with his right hand and swing his left arm up to block my kick.
"Hahaha! This is going to be fun!
He catches my punch and swing his leg around to hit me in the side.
"Oww!"
I feel something warm flowing out of my side. It smells like metal.
I take a breather but still can't figure out why there isn't any blood coming out of me. My mouth opens wide as more warmth flows from inside of my chest.
My eyes are tearing up now and tears start running down my face as more and more pain overwhelmed me and I fell to my knees. I taste saltiness in my mouth. It hurts so bad. I try to say something but I can't make a sound.
Why am I so weak? Am I not supposed to be the Super Saiyan sent by destiny?
"You're weak!" say the guy. "You're nothing compared to me!"
This fucker really wants me to kill him.
I try to get up but my body won't work anymore.
I feel like every single of my vital functions are shutting down.
I look up at the sky and see the sun. It's beautiful. Reminds me of Earth and my days in Las Vegas. I wish I could fuck bitches in the desert again. Will I?
A few seconds goes by. "1..10...20..." counts Okarot. "The Super Saiyan Candidate loses! Potata is Victorious."
I fall to the ground.
The last words I hear are "Hahahaha!"
But I refuse to die.
I'm gonna train and beat this fucker.
Saiyans grow stronger with battles.
I will put this clown in his place like Vegeta put Goku in his place.
Team Vegeta.
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