The Chronicles of the Half-Saiyan Wizard

Age 732

"Why did it have to be now, of all times?!" Tabasil complained, fiddling with his new scouter as he and Mung made their way to the command center.

"What'd you expect?" Mung asked. "Scout-scopes are outdated."

"They couldn't have been brought over before I completed my tech training?!"

"Quit your bitching. Everyone knows you need as much help as you can get." Mung's mouth twisted into a mocking grin.

Tabasil fought the urge to talk back to the stronger Saiyan, but his blood was boiling from the reminder.

"Look on the bright side," Mung continued. "Once you figure it out, you'll be able to see who to avoid fighting. Come to think of it, that'd be pretty much everyone, wouldn't it?"

"Like you're any better?!" Tabasil countered.

"Which one of us was born with a power level of 0.5?" Mung asked as another reminder. "Even among low-class Saiyans, you're dirt."

"Are we talking about Tabasil?" Both Tabasil and Mung turned to find Skiritu and Hubar approaching and catching up to them. Skiritu continued, "I think dirt's a bit generous."

Hubar let out a laugh as he smacked Skiritu on the back.

"You know what?!" Tabasil exclaimed. "I've had it with you walking all over me!"

"Oh?" Mung shoved Tabasil against a wall, causing the four to stop; Tabasil was now cornered by the other three. "Does our little doormat have something to say for itself?"

"I'll prove it," Tabasil said, this time meeting Mung's eye. "I'll go and sign up to take over a planet."

"Oh please," Hubar laughed again. "You'd be fertilizer before you could draw first blood!"

"If I do it," Tabasil pressed on, "you'll have to show me respect. Or are you scared of me proving you wrong?"

"... I almost pity you," Skiritu said as she looked Tabasil up and down. "That warrior spirit is wasted on you."

"C'mon," Mung said, his voice now hard. "We have to report in."

Mung, Skiritu, and Hubar all backed away and continued to the command center, with Tabasil following behind. His eyes never left them, and now that he'd stood up for himself, he was determined to stay true to his promise. If he was lucky, he'd be assigned off-world, and that would be one step closer to earning his place.

All four of them finally arrived outside the command center just as the door opened. Out stepped Captain Spina, and Tabasil could see by the look on her face that she was in a foul mood.

"Captain," Mung said, saluting. Skiritu and Hubar followed suit, with Tabasil lagging slightly behind.

"At ease," Spina said. She eyed Tabasil before looking back to Mung and saying, "Mung, Skiritu, Hubar: I need to speak with you privately."

"Left out again," Hubar said, slapping Tabasil's back. Tabasil flinched at the contact and glared a hole through the back of Hubar's head as the other three Saiyans followed Spina into the command center, the door shutting behind them.

As Tabasil waited outside, he began thinking of what possible reason Spina could have for calling him in. He'd never been called in before today, at least unless something needed to be fixed or moved. That was all he'd been found to be good for, given his abysmal power level; he was lucky his parents even bothered to feed him, and there were days when he was forced to 'find' something to eat. With the beatings he'd taken over the course of his 'scavenging', he would have thought his Saiyan power would grow, but that clearly wasn't the case.

Tabasil was drawn out of his thoughts as the door to the command center opened once more, and Mung, Skiritu, and Hubar walked out with broad, humored smiles on their faces. Spina remained in the doorway, but she also wore a similar expression on her face.

"Tabasil," Spina said, "come in."

Tabasil hid his apprehension and confidently followed Spina inside, where he was taken to the command room. "What's busted?" he asked, looking around at the machinery.

"Nothing," Spina answered.

"... what do I need to move?"

"Nothing."

Tabasil blinked. "I don't follow."

"I've been hearing about your enthusiasm to go on a solo mission," Spina explained as she pulled up an image of a solar system. "It's taken some time for me to find a planet weak enough for you to conquer, but I finally have one."

Tabasil felt goosebumps run across his skin as his heart started racing. "R-really?!"

Spina nodded. "Virgin soil. A virgin solar system, even. You'll be the first member of the Frieza Force to go there."

Tabasil's mouth stretched uncontrollably into a smile. After all this time, he'd finally have a chance to prove himself! "When do I leave?!"

"Now, if you want." Spina pressed a button, and Tabasil saw a light flash on his screen. "The average power level on the planet seems to be 10. Even you could handle that."

"What's the highest level?" Tabasil asked. If he could eliminate the strongest threat, the rest of the inhabitants would fall to their knees.

"It's too far for us to get specific data. Anything you transmit back to us will help fill in the gaps."

"I won't let you down!"

"You better not. This mission comes from General Nappa himself."

General Nappa?! Tabasil started to sweat. The planet had to be of great value if someone as high-up as Nappa had planned this mission.

"Do you understand?"

Tabasil saluted. "Understood, captain."

Three Months Later, Age 732

Space travel was more boring than Tabasil had expected, and he hadn't even expected much to begin with. Saiyan pods had a hibernation setting, which was necessary for passengers to use to avoid starvation on longer trips, and Tabasil found himself unconscious for the majority of the flight to his designated planet. Upon waking up, he saw he was just within view of the blue jewel, which had a few continents; one was solid white from ice, while the remainder were either green, yellow, or a mix of the two. With the size of the planet and the number of continents, he wondered if he needed to scan for a total number of life forms; he decided against it, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Deactivating autopilot, Tabasil started steering the pod to the dark side of the planet, this time checking his scouter to see if it was the right time of month. He smiled broadly as he saw tonight's forecast: a full moon. Just when he thought he couldn't be any luckier. And with how bright the dark side was from the glow of civilization, he knew he'd lay waste to them all.

The pod descended, and Tabasil saw the outside of the pod glow a reddish color as it began to shake. He felt the pull of gravity once more, although significantly weaker than that of Planet Vegeta's, and his excitement grew; the people here would be significantly weaker than him, just as Spina had told him. His blood boiled as his adrenaline kicked in, muting out the heat of the pod by comparison, barely able to resist opening the door to the pod and exposing himself to the moonlight. Even if the landmass he seemed to be aiming for was an island, it would be a good testing ground. As much as he wanted to land in the middle of a city, he decided to aim for a less-populated area, just so the people could see him approaching from a distance and have a head start in trying to flee.

After enough time, the pod finally crashed into the virgin soil, and Tabasil opened the door, stepping out into the night air. He looked up at the moon, and the thrill that had built within him grew with his body. The world started growing smaller, and the sight made him laugh, his laughter growing deeper and more animalistic until his transformation was complete. His very first solo mission, and as an Oozaru no less!

Tabasil let out a roar to announce his presence to the nearby primitive town, and he began his approach with slow, heavy steps. He could see a few of the smaller houses had turned on their lights, and some of the inhabitants had come out to see what was going on. He heard a few screams, which only got his blood up even more; he wanted to test out his energy attacks to see how well he could do, but crushing the buildings and people underfoot would be more satisfying to him. With each step forward, his heart quickened, as he was on top for once in his life. In a fit of excitement, he took two quick steps before launching himself off the ground with the third. His ascent slowed to a halt just as he was over the tops of a few buildings, and he howled as he descended, waiting for the satisfying sensation of crushing them beneath his feet.

But it never came.

Tabasil blinked in confusion as he found himself suspended in mid-air. He looked around, wondering if something was holding him up, and it wasn't until he looked down at the ground that he saw a handful of people standing below, all but one of them pointing at him with what appeared to be sticks. Seeing that he couldn't touch them, he raised one of his palms and formed a ball of energy, swinging down and hurling it at them. Before it could hit, one of the people, an older man wearing what looked like a dress, flicked his stick through the air, and the energy ball dissipated.

Tabasil was enraged; he ought to be stronger than these weaklings! He let out a roar and formed another energy ball, this time a larger one, and threw it down. The old man repeated the same motion, but the energy was too much to dispel entirely. Tabasil's satisfaction at the sight was short-lived, as the man simply leaped up and, in the next moment, the ball of energy was sent back to Tabasil. Unable to move out of the way, Tabasil blocked the blast with his arms; the force of the hit knocked the wind out of his lungs, and he let out another roar. Before he could try for a third attack, the man who had stopped his blast was in the air once more, this time with an open-palm strike to the face. Tabasil, barely feeling the blow, made an attempt to grab the man, but the man had slipped behind and over his shoulder. He tried again, this time trying to use his tail to catch him. He laughed as he made contact, successfully wrapping his tail around the man and squeezing.

"Weaklings," Tabasil boomed. "None of you are a match for the might of the Oozaru!"

There was a sudden light, an explosion, and an immensely painful sensation at the base of Tabasil's tail. Tabasil's shock quickly turned to terror as he realized he was shrinking, his strength from before fading as everything and everyone grew before his eyes. He watched as his tail fell to the ground, unable to see where it landed in the dark grass.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Tabasil roared as he tried escaping his invisible binds, only for them to tighten and restrain his movements entirely. Fear began to build as he realized he couldn't move at all, this time fixed in a static form as he slowly descended to the ground. As he drew closer to his enemies, he could hear them speaking, surprised to find they spoke his own language.

"Is he some sort of werewolf?" one of them, a stout man with messy grey hair asked.

"I would wager not," another, the man who'd fought Tabasil, replied. "The loss of his tail and the reaction to it disproves that idea. If there's anything to glean from that round sphere off in the distance, he may be what the Muggles refer to as an 'alien'." He turned to another man, this one the only one without a wand, and added, "Unless he's someone from your side of the world."

"I have never seen anything like him," the third man, seemingly the same age as the other two, said. His accent was very different from that of the first two, as were his clothes. "But he has powerful ki. Not as powerful as Muten Roshi, though."

"How was my form?" the man in the dress asked.

"Very good, Albus," the third man said with an annoying grin. "In a few years, you may be at my level."

The one named Albus smiled back and turned to the stout man. "Aberforth, would be so kind as to inform the Ministry of our visitor?"

"Already done," Aberforth replied in a cold voice. "Bloody lucky he didn't cause more trouble for us."

"Fortuitous," the unnamed man said. "Never a dull day, is there?"

"Apparently not," Albus replied. "Now, where should we hold him?"

One Day Later, Age 732

Tabasil, suspended in the air by invisible forces, glared at his captors from behind his cell door. He refused to believe that simple, flimsy silver would be enough to restrain him, but no matter how many times he tried to escape his chains, even by blasting them with his energy, they seemed to grow stronger. The ones who had restrained him, short little creatures called 'goblins' by the 'witches' and 'wizards', gave him curious stares, which only pissed him off even more. Most, if not all, of his anger was directed at the one called Albus Dumbledore; to think he'd lost a fight to an old man in a damn dress! The man was speaking with the foreigner from before, as well as a few other of these wizards and witches, each of them eyeing him with suspicion as another arrived.

"I have it, Albus!" a portly wizard said as he waddled in with a small vial.

"Thank you, Horace," Albus said with another one of his disgusting smiles. He took the vial and said to one of the men, "I believe we will soon discover his true nature."

"Should we open?" the man asked.

"If you would; I believe the chains will be enough to hold him."

The man nodded and waved his wand, the door suddenly unlocking and opening for Albus to walk in, accompanied by the foreigner. Tabasil tried to fight his way out of the chains once more, only to find that whatever was holding him was now lowering and tipping him, so that he was nearly parallel with the stone floor. Albus took out his stick and wordlessly waved it, and Tabasil found that his mouth was force open. The foreigner, holding the vial, poured the contents into Tabasil's mouth. Tabasil tried spitting whatever it was out, but his mouth was soon shut, and he could only swallow to avoid choking. As soon as the last drops were out, his mouth relaxed.

"You'll regret this!" Tabasil snarled at Albus. "Wait until my superiors hear of this! They'll come for me and kill you all!"

"What is your name?" Albus asked.

"Tabasil." Tabasil froze; he hadn't meant to answer. "What did you do to me?!"

"What are you?"

"A Saiyan warrior from Planet Vegeta." Tabasil felt a cold sweat creep up on him. What was happening?!

"Why are you here?"

"To wipe out all life on this planet and prove my strength." Tabasil started fighting once again, now desperate to escape his interrogator.

"And killing civilians is a sign of strength, is it?" Albus asked, his voice quiet and cold. "You said you were a warrior. You're no better than a bandit."

"Should I contact Muten Roshi?" the foreigner asked.

"No, Gohan," Albus replied. "I believe the Ministry and I will be enough to handle him." Turning back to Tabasil, he said, "You said the word 'Oozaru'. What is it?"

"The name of our transformation," Tabasil answered against his will. "We become the Oozaru under the full moon."

"Why did you transform back into your regular form?"

"Because you removed my tail." Tabasil felt something warm trickle down his warming face, and his eyes burned. He had never been more disgusted with himself in his entire life. He tried once more to escape his bonds to no avail, his strength waning as the gravity of the situation weighed down on him.

"Albus," the one named Gohan said softly, "may I speak with him?"

"Certainly," Albus said, stepping back.

Gohan stepped forward and asked, "If we were to remove these chains, what would you do?"

"Kill you all!" Tabasil snarled.

"You've tried that," Gohan said, "but that didn't work in your favor."

"I won't lose to you twice!"

"Your overconfidence will be your downfall. And what good would fighting us do when you know we can defeat you?"

"A Saiyan never backs down from a challenge!"

"Do you consider civilians a challenge?"

Tabasil remained silent, fighting the urge to answer and failing. "... yes...."

Gohan's face shifted, and although there was some darkness in his new expression, it wasn't hostile. "There are other paths to strength," Gohan said, "but you are not ready for them. Not as long as you have such darkness in your heart."

"Have you finished?" A new man entered the cell, his face hard and his hostile eyes fixed on Tabasil. He held up Tabasil's scouter and asked, "What is this used for?"

"Interstellar communication," Tabasil answered, once more against his will, "and power level detection."

"And how does this work?"

"It fits on your ear; you can select different functions through the menu by using the buttons on the side." Tabasil hoped that was the extent of their questions. He knew that the scouter was still on based on the low glow of the screen; if he was lucky, someone was listening to their conversation on the other side and would send help.

"I should hand this over to someone I know," Albus said, taking the scouter from the man. Turning back to Tabasil, he asked, "Is there anything you're hiding from us?"

"Yes." Tabasil felt his heart stop as the word left his mouth.

"What are you hiding?"

"The scouter is on, and someone on the other side can hear this entire conversation." Tabasil knew he had no hope, now that he'd somehow given away his one advantage.

"Nothing to worry about then," Albus said with a smile. "The magical field within these walls disrupts Muggle technology."

"What did you call me?!" Tabasil snarled. "I'm a Saiyan warrior, damn it!"

"It's a term for those who are neither witch nor wizard," Albus explained. "Nothing to be offended about."

Tabasil was trembling with rage and frustration; he couldn't fight, he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut, and he couldn't escape, even when he knew he should be strong enough.

"Perhaps we ought to let him rest," Albus said. He led the others out of the cell, and one of the guards locked it with his magic stick. "We will see you in the morning, Tabasil."

Tabasil let out a roar as he tried fighting his chains once more, drowning out the sound of his captors walking away and out of his sight. And for however long he was conscious, he fought.