Kazama Timeskip

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Year One: Part One

The stars in the cosmos flew past the one window on the space pod that the red majin, Kazama, sat in. He knew off to the sides of him sat the android Drexx, who he was incredibly tempted to call Osiris, the drunken Saiyan Sohko, who was becoming increasingly desperate for some form of alcohol, and their latest teammate the Namekian Orenji. They had all decided, as a group, to leave Namek and head towards this mysterious planet that Sohko had talked about named Earth. Little did he know that over the next five years Kazama’s life and views of life would be changed to something he could never have imagined…

Orenji’s mentor had been very gracious to the ragtag group of adventurers. He had provided them with food and shelter for a couple hours while they all recovered from the crash. Then to their luck the Mentor had manager to get a hold of one of the space ship dealers on the planet, he had quickly made his way over to the village that Orenji and the mentor had called home. Once he had arrived Kazama spoke with the salesman and he agreed that he would show the space pods that he had in stock to the majin before he would buy anything, unlike Sohko who once again nearly blew all of his money on a beaten to hell space pod just like he had on the last space ship he had bought on Vegeta. After a quick inspection of what he was going to buy Kazama handed over the money to the salesman and began prepping the space pod for their departure.

It wouldn’t take very long, he knew that but it was more of a self comforting thing to himself, he had never had great luck with flying through space and whatever he seemed to travel in ended up crashing. So to his great pleasure it would be incredibly reassuring to fly in something that would not fall apart mid way through their trip. Watching the stars zoom past the window was oddly peaceful, it might have been the hibernation gas that the pod released in order to put the occupants, but it was the first time in a long time that Kazama felt at peace.

That peace came to end though as a loud beep echoed throughout the pod. Kazama slowly groaned awake to find that the space pod was no longer travelling through space. Instead for the first time in a very long time the space pod had landed on the planet without crashing in the process. The door slowly opened and bright light illuminated the pod. Kazama slowly crawled out and was greeted to a planet that he had more beauty in one snapshot then he had seen on entire planets.

The green leaves danced on the tree branches while provided cooling shade, the sounds of birds chirping filled the air, the sun warmed the red majin’s skin to a comfortable temperature and the sweet smell of the fresh air filled Kazama’s chest. It was the first time that he was able to truly enjoy something completely peaceful without being sent there to destroy all life that had lived there first. He stood admiring it for a moment; he had to have looked strange to his teammates as they emerged from the space pods themselves.

The group discussed amongst themselves for a moment in which direction they should head. Sohko was adamant on heading towards the closest spot he could get alcohol. Orenji had begun to grow annoyed at the constant insistence of finding some form of liquor. It was clear from the look on his face. Personally Kazama didn’t care, it appeared Drexx didn’t care either but Sohko’s implied intention was correct. Find a place that was populated and from there they would decide what to do. Kazama lifted off the ground and began to fly towards what he could sense to be the most populated area nearby. From what the majin could sense there were thousands upon thousands of nearby, from what he could tell this was going to be the largest settlement that he had ever seen.

It was true, it was the biggest and it certainly was the busiest place he had ever been. There were many people scurrying around to their unknown destinations, brushing past each other without even taking notice of what each other looked like or who they happened to touch. That was true even to the people that past Kazama. The hustle and bustle of the city was unbelievable and overwhelming to Kazama. People would continually bump into him with no regard of his very existence. The others seemed to be able to move through the crowds with ease like they had done such things before but to Kazama the bright lights and hundreds of people around him. He spun on his heels as he looked around in a circle. When he stopped he locked eyes with a person who seemed fascinated with him. Kazama was not sure why but he could not break eye contact with the person. They both stood there for what felt like an eternity before the person screamed at the top of her lungs. The people around him all turned and began to yell and scream as well.

Panic washed over the crowd as people fled from the very sight of Kazama. The majin turned quickly to look towards where his teammates were to discover that they had been carried away by the sea of panicked humans. Some in their fear began to throw objects at Kazama, anything from rocks to shoes, which began to peppering the Majin. As the onslaught of petty objects continued Kazama fought the urge to just begin to unleash wave after wave of ki attacks but he knew that if he was going to turn a new leaf here on Earth that was not the way to start.

Kazama instead took off, with a quick dash that turned into flying just above the ground. The objects continued but fell short by a large margin as Kazama ducked into an empty alley. He calmed himself down but where anger resided confusion quickly filled its place. Questions flew through the majin’s head at light speed. Why was the woman screaming? Why at the sight of him did everyone flee? Was everyone afraid of red men on this planet? Was it really worth coming to Earth if this was how everyone going to act towards him?

The majin paced back and forth as he heard the crowd off in the distance. They had turned into what sounded like an angry mob now. Kazama sighed to himself as he thought back on all of the people he had been ordered to exterminate. Some had begged and pleaded while others like the crowd tried to mob Kazama in an attempt to drive him off. Neither ever worked as Kazama always followed through on the jobs he had been given.

As Kazama readied himself for what seemed to be another massacre a paper blew down the alley and landed directly in the majin’s face. He swatted futilely at the paper before being able to pull it forward where he could read it:

For those that wish discipline, strength and honor through training come find the New Crane School. Founded by Tienshinhan carried on by the honorable Jorlaxl.

Scratched on the bottom of the paper was what appeared to be the location of the school. The idea flashed through his mind that perhaps Kazama would be able to find a teacher who could help him become even stronger. Though in his entire life he had never run into such a person, Kazama continued to look over the paper. Then he made up his mind and looked over in the direction that he could feel Sohko and Orenji.

He was going to head towards this New Crane School.

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Year One- Part Two

Kazama slid backwards leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. He was not used to someone who was on his level but Jorlaxl had proven to much stronger than he had originally anticipated. Every time the deep red majin seemed to get close to matching his new teacher’s power his seemed to continue to climb just out of reach. It was infuriating to the majin that he could tell that he was being toyed with but he was not sure how much more powerful his teacher. Kazama stood straight up as Jorlaxl yelled over to him that the training was done for the day. Jorlaxl turned around and walked away from Kazama leaving him on the training field alone by himself. He hung his head in frustration as he could tell that he was starting to get on his new teacher’s nerves.

It had been several months since Kazama, Orenji, Drexx and the always loveable Sohko had joined the Crane School. At first they were not welcomed very openly by some of the other students for a variety of reasons, supposedly Orenji looked almost exactly like the leader of the planet Earth at the moment and then Kazama looked liked two people that had laid waste to both a city and several fighters on the planet. Kazama had always just cast these off as stories that no one really cared about. Eventually though all the students along with any visitors that stopped by seemed to ignore that fact entirely just enjoyed training with the group of misfits.

There was one in particular, a woman, she appeared to be just like a normal human but Kazama was able to sense something different about her. She carried a plethora of weapons on her being whenever she left the temple for the most of the time. Her name was Amaranth Rixior, she was an oddity to the majin, and she was femine while also commanding a power that could very quickly turn any person of the opposite sex off, it was puzzling to Kazama. Her presence was interesting but she proved to be a valuable source of information. She told Kazama of the Saiyan king Boliko and his intentions for the galaxy, what she could surmise of them anyways. As she spoke there seemed to be hint of something hidden within her voice that Kazama picked up on but let slip by. If it was really important she would have said something no doubt. But just as the woman seemed to become friends with the other members of the group and Kazama herself she disappeared one day. The only sign of her presence was a note that was left on the fridge. After reading it Kazama nodded to himself noting that their fates would almost definitely intertwine later on down the line.

With Ammy gone Kazama turned his attention to his training once again. For weeks he had been trying to learn the technique name Solar Flare. The intention behind the move was to temporarily blind everyone in the near vicinity of the user but after numerous times of instruction from Jorlaxl on how to perform the technique no progress had been made. Kazama tried training with Drexx, Orenji, and Sohko as they had seemed to be picking up the new techniques much faster than the majin. But it was to no avail it seemed as if that what seemed like a simple technique was beyond his reach. Kazama soon took a break from training hoping to refocus himself once again but it was strange it was as if he felt restless, longing for a fight. It was at this moment that Jorlaxl appeared before Kazama and mentioned that he had possibly figured out a way for Kazama to refocus himself. He explained to the majin about the world tournament that was being hosted by Geurin. That he wished for someone from the Crane School to be represented at the tournament and no one had wanted to step up. Kazama said that he would think the idea over and deliver an answer to his teacher the next morning.

Kazama did indeed think it over. In fact he spent most of the night thinking to himself trying to determine whether or not he would go through with it. He was told that there would be strong opponents that could rival or pass the Majin’s power level by a large margin made Kazama worry however there was something more primal that wanted Kazama to say yes, to agree to fight an impossible fight, to enjoy the brutality of such a battle. This battle of ideas clashed throughout the night causing Kazama to go back and forth on what he wanted to do. As the sun rose over the horizon and dashed across Kazama’s face filling him with enough strength to make a decision.

He would fight in the tournament.

It would be one week later that Kazama would set out for the city that the tournament was being held in. Kazama did not tell anyone but he was hoping that he would not have to deal with another incident like had happened the first time he had entered into an Earth city. Jorlaxl gave him a shirt with the Crane School emblem on it and told the majin to wear it with pride. He wished luck, and warned him one last time to watch his back while he was there. Jorlaxl cautioned Kazama over Geurin because his teacher did not trust the Earth leader. With that Kazama and the group of misfits that had become his friends over the last couple months lifted off and headed towards the tournament.

Kazama was surprised that when he arrived to the tournament that no one cast him a second look, or at least among the fighters anyway. He checked in and instantly was assigned to a preliminary bracket in order to determine who would fight in the televised bouts. Kazama dispatched each and every single opponent within thirty seconds of starting the bouts. The majin was highly disappointed with the quality of opponents that had been put up against him thus far but that was all to change very quickly when he heard that he would be fighting Geurin’s right hand man, Zach in the tournament. Jorlaxl had talked about him and cautioned him to use every ounce of power to take the fight to the human and to win using the rules if needed.

Kazama waited patiently by himself as he tried to compose himself, if Jorlaxl had been speaking about this man as someone that he would even have trouble made the majin both nervous and excited. It didn’t help that the calming words of both Drexx and Sohko were somewhere far away from here in the audience watching the other bouts. Then came the announcements of the fighters to arrive in the arena and the time to show what Kazama had was upon him.

First came Zach who was welcomed as a hero with thunderous applause. There was screaming and cheering that seemed to ring in Kazama’s ears. His was not sure how the crowd was going to react to Kazama’s appearance. He had heard rumors going around that he was one to watch and that he might be a favorite for an upset to win the tournament. He paid no attention to those comments because he knew that it would not matter unless he went out there and won this first round. Then came the time to call out Kazama to the ring his name was announced, Kazama slowly walked out to the ring where he was met with mostly silence but a few claps echoed throughout the arena, once in the ring Kazama removed the over sized shirt with the Crane emblem on it and that was the moment things became very real. He could feel the power of this Zach, he was almost double his own power and knew that in order to win he was going to have to pour every ounce of strength into this fight.

With a ding the fight began and Kazama sprang forward charging headlong towards the blonde. The blonde was clearly leaving his stomach open to attacks and by all means Kazama was going to take advantage. He began to lay into the human as much as possible, while he would occasionally throw a jab to toy with the majin causing a back and forth in the crowd.

Zach was cocky and seemed to want to berate the majin as much as possible calling him all sorts of names as Kazama pushed the pace of the fight. He was confused at Zach’s anger towards him but he remembered back to when the Crane students were talking of the other majin’s that had plagued Earth. Kazama could not believe that Zach was assuming that he was the same as these creatures after just meeting him moments before.

One strike seemed to land home harder than Zach had anticipated and let out a slight grunt. Kazama saw the opportunity as he was stunned and landed a vicious uppercut that launched Zach into the air. Kazama quietly hoped that he was able to pull off the impromptu plan. Zach recovered in the air and launched himself back towards Kazama. The majin took a deep breath and then cried out “Solar Flare!” his hands formed the technique and then just like that the arena was lit up by bright light. Zach froze at the bright light and Kazama threw one of the strongest he could. The pinwheel motion he made added force behind the punch which connected solidly with Zach’s face. The human tumbled towards the outside of the ring but to Kazama’s disappointment the human managed to flip himself back into the ring with a crash. Kazama touched down on the ring when he locked eyes with Zach. Though it was clear he was still dealing with the side effects from the solar flare the majin could tell Zach’s eyes were full of hate and anger.

Suddenly Zach exploded with crimson energy lashing out from his body. Kazama could feel the human’s power level rise to heights he had never seen in person. He watched Zach rise to his feet and then launch forward almost too fast for Kazama’s eyes to catch. Zach launched a flurry of attacks that went unanswered by Kazama; the majin was being pushed back helplessly while taking the worst beating of his life. It all ended when Kazama received an overpowered punch to the chest that sent him flying outside of the ring. The majin crashed into the wall just outside the ring and then clattered to the ground. Kazama looked up to see Zach contemplating to continue the attack, the look in his eyes was one filled with anger which seemed to ignite anger in Kazama himself. The way the human had berated him without knowing him only fueled the newly born hatred, the majin would have a rematch with Zach down the line and next time he swore to himself that he would not lose.

As the celebrations erupted for Zach’s win filled the arena Kazama got up and left with his head hung in defeat and anger. Backstage Drexx and Sohko tried to comfort the beaten Kazama but it was beyond help. The only thought that was going through the majin’s head was, for the first time since deciding to wipe out the Mezos, that he would get revenge for what happened here on Zach. Kazama did not pay much attention to the tournament as it finished but he found out later on that Zach had won when his opponent had left the arena of his own will.

For now though all that Kazama could focus on was to continue his training at the Crane school under Jorlaxl. He would have to accept the fact that there will be a time and place for everything to happen.

End of Year One

Technique learned: Solar Flare

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Year Two

Training became more and more rigorous over the coming months following Kazama’s tournament loss to Zach the majin could not help but get the human out of his mind. He began to push himself further and further in training to the point that Jorlaxl had approached him and told him to slow down on his training or he was going to seriously hurt himself. It did not register with Kazama as he simply walked away from Jorlaxl, the master of the Crane school let him go.

Kazama would wander the nearby countryside for the next couple of weeks both training and trying to center himself. He knew that unless he was able to get his mind focused on training and to move forward that he was going to drive himself mad.

It came one day as he sat in the open plains of Earth as a brutal storm ripped through the area. The wind howled the worst it had in a decade, the rain began to change angle to a horizontal plain and even some hail began to fall through the air. Trees were bent nearly in half due to the sheer force of the wind some even being uprooted and tossed through the air. But the one constant element that refused to abide by the storm’s strength was the deep red majin that sat on the ground. Kazama could barely see in front of him due to how dark the sky had become. The rain and hail peppered his skin violently hoping in some way to harm the powerful majin.

Kazama had sat in that very spot for well over three days now with various wild life landing on him or coming near him. They seemed to think that he was part of the landscape since he had sat so still for so long. The storm had driven them all off now and the majin was once again by himself and that fact began to sink in. That even when he was around Sohko, Orenji, Drexx and all of the other people at the New Crane school he felt like he was isolate. He felt like he couldn’t trust them, that he would be betrayed at one point another and that Kazama would once again be left by himself. That was all that life was proving for the majin that even though he was surrounded by people that he was alone. That he was always alone.

As Kazama sat in the dark he looked up to the clouds and in an abstract way he was able to see the faces of his late teacher Poso and the person that had been the closest to Kazama’s heart Shinrai. Seeing their faces filled the majin with rage so much so that in a fit of anger Kazama yelled at the top of his lungs and launched a ki blast in the sky. The blast was raw and uncontrolled and despite looking at the sky Kazama could only see the deaths of those he held closest to his heart. Their bodies broken and bloody on the ground before his eyes, those images flooded Kazama’s mind. The raw anger in the majin caused him to launch several more blasts into the stormy sky with each he launched he yelled out in anger. After launching the final one he fell to his knees tears tugging at the sides of his eyes he let out one final scream. He knelt on the ground with his head hung low for the rest of the entirety of the storm. Once it did it seemed that Kazama’s block had left with the storm of the decade. He was able to focus again, however he knew that this was only a temporary fix, but it was able to bring him peace for now.

He would return to the Crane School several days later. When he did he was greeted with smiles of the lesser students, nods of acknowledgments from the stronger students and the proposal to take a drink with Sohko. But it was Jorlaxl’s reaction to the majin returning that confused Kazama. The master of the Crane School had both a look of happiness and frustration on his face. He let a smile slip across his face before returning to the training that was commencing at that moment.

Kazama would train with his allies helping them master the techniques that dreamed of, training the lesser students in the basics of advanced combat and then training with Jorlaxl himself. Jorlaxl began to teach him to tame his ki, to be able to compress it into more potent and powerful blasts. Slowly but surely he was able to compress his ki into more and more dense forms. Until one day Kazama was able to begin firing the blasts as energy waves. Jorlaxl at that point began to teach Kazama the finer points of the Dodonpa.

It would take another couple days but the majin became successful in learning the move. However upon completion of learning the technique Kazama decided that he would leave the Crane School and in order to try and find what his true purpose of the world was. He met privately with Jorlaxl one night and explained the situation. Jorlaxl simply laughed and explained that he saw this outcome coming a long time ago and wished him the best on his travels.

Kazama preferred to not have a long drawn out moment where he would say goodbye to everyone. Instead he decided upon just leaving a note at the school explaining what was happening and left in the middle of the night. He didn’t say goodbye to any of his companions in person and began in his journey to explore Earth.

He would be surprised what he would find in both himself but also the world at large.

Year Two End

Technique Learned: Dodonpa

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Year Three

The sun shined brightly on a small domed house that was nestled in between some trees overlooking a rustic valley. Resting along the walls of the valley was a small village. Here they were not affected by the outside world. If someone left the village to go to the city it was a town event, so was the arrival of someone from the outside. The villagers had no idea who Geurin was, the fact that he had declared war against aliens, what aliens looked like or any of the other evils that plagued the planet.

A little girl ran in circles with a little toy plane in hand making what she thought a plane sounded like meanwhile her father could be heard not far off chopping some wood. Her mother whistled to herself as she cleaned some dishes in the sink while keeping a close eye on her daughter. The little girl would slip away from her mother’s view when she heard a small crash.

She waddled through the trees to find a creature that seemed to come right out of the bed time stories that her mother told her at night. The creature had what looked like a tentacle coming out of its head, holes all along his skull and arms, deep red skin and looked like some kind of chewing gum. It was lying on its back with its eyes shut, she couldn’t tell at first but the creature was still breathing, it was shallow but the creature was still breathing. The little girl walked over to the creature placed the plane on the ground and with her little hands began to shake the creature.

“Hey…mister…are you okay mister?” The little girl asked innocently.

Kazama slowly opened his eyes to find a little standing over him. When she saw his eyes open the little girl smiled. Kazama slowly sat up trying to clear his throbbing head and figure out what had just happened. However before he was able to even start to think the little girl wrapped her arms around the majin, greatly confusing him but out of lack of knowledge to know what to do next he cautiously returned the hug. The last thing he had remembered was feeling his eyes grow very heavy as he was flying and then everything went black. Kazama glanced around and saw that it looked like he had fallen out of the sky; he sighed and chalked it up to falling asleep.

“I am so glad you are okay!” The little giggled as she picked up her plane again. She turned around and extended her hand to help Kazama to his feet. The majin looked at the innocent gesture and carefully took the little girls hand as to not crush it. Once on his feet the little girl pulled the majin by the hand in the direction of a domed house not that far off. “Mommy! Daddy! Look! I found a guest for dinner!” She cried out cheerfully.

Kazama had called the next reaction of her parents. The mother screamed out in terror causing the father to turn around and panic himself when he found his daughter holding the hand of what looked like a monster. Instantly he ran over yanked his daughter away from the majin, placed her behind him and held up the wood axe in front of him.

“What are you and what are you doing with my daughter?!” The man yelled at the top of his lungs at Kazama.

“Daddy stop it! I think he is just sleepy, he fell from somewhere.” The little girl cried as tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes as she was ripped away from her new friend. Kazama sighed as he looked from the little girl then to her father.

“I am sorry but we won’t be able to play together.” Kazama said to the little girl, and then he turned his attention to the father. “I never meant your daughter any harm. In fact I never planned on meeting your daughter.” Kazama finished as he turned around and began to walk away. The little girl managed to squirm free from her mother’s grasp and ran over to Kazama. She hugged him tightly and then turned her head defiantly to her parents.

“Why are you kicking out my new friend? It isn’t fair! He didn’t do anything wrong!” The little girl protested with tears in her eyes. Kazama had no idea on how to handle this situation. Before he was able to answer his stomach grumbled loudly. The air became incredibly tense before the little girl began to laugh uncontrollably. It seemed to calm the situation as the father lowered his axe and the mother did not seem as panicked.

The little girl would proceed to invite the majin in to have dinner with the family that night despite the parent’s apprehensiveness. Over dinner though the family began to relax around the majin he explained what happened and why he was there. Eventually the family had grown to trust Kazama enough to allow him to stay the night which made the daughter more than ecstatic. The next day before heading out Kazama finished off chopping up the wood without being asked, he figured that it was his way of repaying the family for providing him room and board for the night. That small action caused the father to gain a degree of respect, so much so that he asked Kazama to stay a couple more days.

The process would repeat itself, with Kazama helping the family out with any chores that they had, for weeks. Soon he didn’t have to be invited to stay anymore it was just assumed which delighted the little girl who had made the deep red majin her “bestiest friend in the entire world”. He had almost forgotten about the outside world until one fateful day.

The family had told Kazama about a festival that the village threw every year and invited the majin to join them this year. Kazama was hesitant at first because this would be the first time that he was exposed to the rest of the village. The family assured him that no one would make a problem with him. Reluctantly Kazama yielded and joined the family to travel to the festival. It took a couple of hours to get there as they enjoyed the walk into the village.

Once there though Kazama could sense something was off. The family didn’t but the majin was instantly on edge. Kazama’s worst fears came to light when the villagers appeared in front of the family and their guest. Despite pleas from the family the villagers attacked the group and instantly Kazama sprang into action. He had forgotten how good at dealing with threats he was. He dispatched the first four attackers in a matter of seconds then proceeded to draw attention away from the family.

“Go back to the house! You will be safe there! I will come once I deal with this!” Kazama commanded as he beat back another two villagers. The family listened to the majin, picked up their daughter and ran off back towards their house despite the cries of the little girl. Kazama’s heart tugged at the idea that the little girl would have to wait for him.

The villagers seemed to be in a craze, delirious and seemed like they only wanted to bite him. He was confused at this as they mumbled nonsense about they needed to cure Kazama of his taint. He dismissed this as he counted down to himself on far he thought that the family would be. Once they crossed that threshold Kazama stopped holding back.

Explosions ripped through the villages as buildings burst into flames and people were whipped from this existence. It had been months since he had used ki blasts and it showed. His attacks were forming irregularly they were forming lopsided and were unstable.

As the battle, massacre, occurred over the couple of hours that Kazama had been there the villagers were starting to become slim as all of their comrades had been beaten into submission by the majin. Before Kazama knew it there were only two villagers left, both moving towards the majin at higher speeds than they should have been able to reach. Without thinking about it he summoned two balls of ki, instantly they began to rotate making them lopsided balls. As the villagers continued to advance Kazama began to get his timing down the balls of ki turned into small disks in his hands. He waited for the perfect moment before throwing both discs at the villagers. As soon as the disks left his hands they expanded to five times their size and buzzed through the air. Each disc cleaved through the final two villagers leaving both in two pieces on the ground.

The majin glanced down to his hands, it was the first time he had ever seen a move like that before and was rather delighted with himself for pulling it off. He turned in a slow circle to evaluate how much damage he inflicted on the village. To his chagrin he had leveled much of the village to the ground. Kazama turned and lifted off the ground. He got some height in between him and the ground before flying back towards the family’s home.

It took only a matter of minutes when the majin flew there but his heart sank when he found that the house was cloaked in darkness with what looked like one of the villagers lying on the ground outside the front door with an axe lodged in the back of his skull. The majin touched down and walked through the door. The house was cloaked in darkness.

Kazama slowly waded into the dark with his senses on high alert. Unfortunately, a person emerged from the dark and out of instinct Kazama launched a small ki blast. At the last second he was able to tell that it was the father and was able to pull the blast off to the side. However before he was able to talk with him the majin saw it in his eyes. The same look that the other villages had in their eyes before they were snuffed out by Kazama. To his great fears the mother and the little girl emerged from the dark with the exact same look on their face.

Tears began to well in Kazama’s eyes as he easily danced around the family as they attacked him. At one point he caught the little girl in the air as she lunged at him. Seeing the little girl in such a state made Kazama the saddest he had been in years. He gently tossed the girl back at her mother who caught her with ease. The majin apologized softly under his breath before launching himself clear through the roof. He stopped about fifty feet above the house and with tears rolling down his face he softly spoke,

“I am sorry…bestiest friend…you don’t realize how sorry I am…” With that he launched a ki blast down into the house causing the house to explode into flames. He made sure that there was enough power in the blast so that no one in the family suffered one bit.

As he hovered over the burning house he cried sorrowfully filling the empty air with cries of passion. Then came a snap in Kazama’s mentality where he lifted himself further into the air where he quickly summoned a death ball that was growing at a rapid pace.

“Why can I not protect those that I love? Why can I only destroy the things I care about? Why her…she was innocent? WHY CAN’T I FIND PEACE IN THIS LIFE?!” Kazama yelled at the top of his lungs throwing the death ball at the village. The small peaceful town erupted into a bright globe of white light, once the light parted the only remnant of the village was the scar left on the sides of the valley.

It would be weeks before Kazama was even remotely stable emotionally. At which point he stumbled across his space pod that he had forgot he had moved to a hiding spot after leaving the Crane School. The majin sat in the pod for an entire week just crying and sleeping. He thought of those that he killed and why he could not enjoy this life like the rest of those in this existence.

“Kazama…my bubblegum buddy…you there? If you are hearing this I need your help with something. Let me know, I can’t do this on my own.” Sohko’s voice cracked over the speakers in the space pod. Kazama sat for a moment weighing the words of his drunken friend before leaning forward and pressing the message button to contact the Saiyan.

“What do you need help with?” Kazama responded in a monotone.

End of Year Three

Technique Learned: Double Expanding Destructo Disks (Description to be added at a later date)

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Year Four

The space pod zoomed through the through space, alongside a much more loveable looking bearpod, no joke that is what it is called. It is a space pod shaped like a bears head. Kazama could not believe that he was shocked at first at the idea that Sohko had constructed such a vessel. Though in the grander picture of things Kazama could care less about what his space pod looked like, where they were going, and why they were going there. For months now Kazama had been a shell of his former self, he had grown incredibly depressed at the idea that no matter what he had done over the last couple years it always seemed to end in one form of failure or another. Earth just like every other planet he had gone to did not seem to have a place for him.

He had awoken only moments before but when he quickly checked the clocks and sensors in the pod to discover that it had been several months since they had left Earth. Looked through the window and caught the appearance of the bear pod. Sohko had really just told the majin that he needed some back up on a mission that required the two of them going to a kai forsaken planet in the middle of nowhere. He was told it was a giant ice ball but for some reason that escaped him.

Moments later the two entered into the atmosphere of the planet with a roar and crash. The two space pods crashed into the ice shelf. When the two doors opened up and the two occupants stepped out they were met with an unexpected sight. On the ridge in front of them stood two Icers and from what he could sense these Icers was that both were almost four times the majin’s power. The look on the Icer’s faces was not one of pleasure. Kazama could feel a chill run down his spine.

“Sohko Masamune?” The black Icer stated plainly. Kazama began to wonder what Sohko had managed to drag him along on now.

“That would be me.” Sohko said nervously, “You the welcoming committee?”

The Icer did not look amused. The majin began to become nervous as he lifted off the ground and started to float towards the Icer. When suddenly the black Icer’s eyes lit up and two energy beams shot out towards Sohko. Kazama didn’t know what was happening but his body moved in front of the beams. His body absorbed the attack and exploded all around him. Sohko’s eyes went wide as Kazama was blown up and the two Icers began to move in for their attacks.

“Guys this really isn’t necessary…” Sohko said as he watched both continue to move forward, “ummm…do you want to see a magic trick?” The saiyan said holding up his hand with ki beginning to form at his finger tips. The black Icer was about to strike when Kazama appeared out of nowhere and was able to push him away from Sohko. How Kazama was able to still be on this plane after being blown up was beyond him but now his only hope of getting off this planet was to separate the Icers which he was doing.

The Icer and the Majin floated off a bit every once and a while exchanging blows but this was really more of a period of testing each other’s strength. And based off of this Kazama knew that he was going to be in trouble.

“What is your culture’s embodiment of death?” The Icer asked coldly not breaking eye contact with Kazama.

“My culture’s embodiment of death? I guess that would be me…” Kazama said solemnly as a weak smile tugged at the side of his mouth.

Suddenly the Majin received a heavy kick to the chest that sent him flying backwards into the ice shelf beneath him, Kazama could hear the ice crack and whine. The majin glanced downwards to find that he was on a layer of ice over a giant pit. He looked up to see the Icer stomp into his chest. The majin let out a grunt as the ice shelf broke underneath him and he plunged into the darkness. The Icer did not fall but rather levitated just below where he stomped Kazama in the chest.

Kazama was able to catch himself and stopped his fall with his bukujutsu. He was at this point surrounded by complete darkness but he felt his blood begin to boil as images of Icers attacking the planet Ra filled his mind. No doubt they were from Anubis X, this was the moment that both lived for, a moment of revenge.

Kazama launched a ki blast back up towards the Icer. Immediately following the attack at full speed, once he cleared the ice shelf the Icer and the majin entered into a hand to hand combat exchange. However as the exchange continued along it was becoming more and more apparent that Kazama was in way over his head as he took more and more damage. At one point the Icer side stepped one of the attacks causing Kazama to give up his back to the alien. The Icer launched a ki blast that punched a hole clear through Kazama’s chest. Kazama let out a grunt as he was pushed by the sheer force of the blast before falling out of the sky like a rock smashing into the ground.

It was the first time anyone had ever done something that was even close to what he had just experienced. There was a hole in his chest and he was sure he was going to die, after all his had done it to thousands before that stood in his way. None of which had ever come back to life even. That included being blown up and then somehow reforming a body.

That was when Kazama noticed what his body was doing. The hole in his chest was beginning to close up and the strength to stand was returning to him. Though it was becoming painfully aware that each time he did this, cheat death, and that it was slowly quickly depleting his strength. He placed his hands on the ground and stood up. He turned to find he was looking up at the Icer. The look on his face was one of frustration apparently it was his first time killing someone twice and still having them stand back up.

He separated the staff that he had in his hands into two staffs about half the size. Energy blades emerged from the ends of both staffs with a glow. They looked like scythes and they cut like scythes as Kazama was cut into four pieces. His body fell apart and hit the ground lifelessly. The Icer fused the staff again and began to fly off but to his frustration Kazama once again began to fuse. The majin crawled to his feet and was beginning to look haggard from coming back from the dead.

“So what is the name that I will etch on your grave stone?” Kazama asked with a false sense of bravado. The Icer looked at him like he had three heads. Kazama did not know whether it was because of him coming back from the dead of that he was being defiant even in death. The Icer landed right next to him on ground.

“Azrael,” The Icer stated in a monotone voice. The majin smiled as energy began to form around his body, he could see the Icer’s eyes light up a bit when suddenly the energy on his body exploded outwards consuming both creatures in a ball of light. Kazama laughed quietly to himself as he thought that this fight was finally over.

Suddenly the end of the staff slammed into Kazama’s face sending him tumbling through the air. He hit the ground and continued to tumble. Eventually he managed to land on his feet and slide to a stop. Once he had the staff slammed into his chest sending him flying backwards into the glacier. The force of the slam was so much that it caused him to become imprinted into the wall of ice. The staff returned to its master. As it did Kazama was able to see several globes of ki forming around the Icer. Then with their pooled energy the ki globes shot out a blast that ripped across the landscape and into Kazama. He felt his body once again break apart as the blast tore through the glacier.

As the dust cleared Azrael was not seeing the majin in the tunnel that he had carved into the landscape and began to turn and make his way back towards his actual target. When a beam shot out towards him, it was weak and very easy to dodge. He simply stepped to the side and then saw the majin reforming once again.

Kazama felt like he had gone one thousand rounds with Sohko in his Oozaru form. His body was having a hard time staying together at that point. His breathing was shallow and he could barely stand. He thought to himself that if this was what he had to go through in order to die he would prefer that it just stopped at that point.

The Icer landed not too far off from Kazama was but there was nothing that the Majin was able to do. His strength was gone and he was surprised he was even able to stand in front of him. The Icer stuck out his hand towards Kazama and he instantly felt his body tighten as if someone had grabbed his very soul.

“I have had enough of you. I am going to make rip you apart molecule by molecule to make sure that you stay dead.” Azrael growled. Kazama could not help but smile as he thought about the irony of the position he was in. He had always wondered what his victims felt as they looked in his eyes.

“Do your worst!” Kazama laughed. Azrael was more than happy to abide him as he felt his every existence get torn apart. This felt different from the time before he lost all sense of his extremities and looked down to see parts of his body simply disappearing. He felt no pain, he did not suffer, he simply was no more and he frankly did not mind.

Then everything went dark.

End of Year Four

Technique Learned: Explosive Ki Wave (Description TBA)

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Year Five

Kazama awoke amongst horridly distorted landscape, as if the gods had an idea for a nightmare and instead decided to create an entire world, the sky was red and the majin could hear screams all around him. He stood up to get a better view when suddenly he was hit by a wave of unbelievable pain. It was so far beyond what he had felt before that even now he could only scream out in pain. He did not know for how long he screamed it felt like days but he could not tell as time did not seem to move normally.

When he finally stopped he found himself bent over clutching at his body. It was at this point that the memories of what happened began to flood into his head. He remembered Azrael the Icer and what he had done to Kazama. Kazama figured that the pain he had felt just now was from being torn apart by Azrael. He looked around and realized that he had been sent to hell like all those people had hoped for. He laughed at the circumstance but at the same time he knew that he was in the proper place.

The only thing the majin was left with for an option was to wander throughout this new hell. He saw demons of all kinds but most let him be. He was not sure if it was because he was powerful or if they simply did not care enough about him to make anything out of his presence. He had lost all sense of how long he had been walking, it could have been hours or it could have been months. It was exactly the same as when he was screaming. Time did not seem to move the same way.

Then came the day that Kazama stumbled across a group of demons and from the looks of them they appeared to be young. Young enough looking that to humans they would look like maybe five or six years old but their actual age Kazama was not going to hazard a guess on. The group appeared to be picking on a chubbier demon and for some reason the chubby demon made Kazama remember the little girl that he had killed a few years back. He stepped forward and intervened stopping the group from picking on the chubby one. They appeared peeved at the idea that Kazama had interfered but they knew there was little they could do and instead left.

“What is your name?” Kazama asked the adorable chubby demon.

“Sco…Scovil…” The demon answered back hesitantly. Kazama smile and turned to walk away from him when the demon yelled at the majin, “Justin Bieber Ass Poopnose!”

Kazama spun around just in time to see him run off into the distance; with each step his body seemed to bounce which caused Kazama to squirm a bit. When he turned around to continue his wandering walk he saw a pink fat creature standing in front of him.

“You going to call me a name too?” Kazama asked as he started to walk past the pink man with a purple Mohawk.

“My name is Heiwa and I do not believe you belong here. Especially after seeing you do that.” The man said with an innocent smile on his face but Kazama kept on walking.

“I belong here. Trust me. Who are you to judge me anyways?” Kazama said as he passed Heiwa casually. The statement that Heiwa said next nearly caused Kazama to trip over himself causing him to end up on his face.

“I feel I am a good judge of character. After all I am the Northern Kaioshin,” Heiwa stated plainly.

Kazama spun around and listened to Heiwa as he explained why he was in this hell and how much danger he put himself in by coming to a hell. Kazama could not help but feel honored to be chosen to train with a kaioshin but turned Heiwa down telling him that he belonged in Hell. Just as Kazama was about to leave Heiwa told him that he would be able to teach how to properly teach him to protect the ones that he cared about. This caught Kazama’s attention and the majin agreed to come with the kai.

In an instant the majin and Heiwa were out of hell and on a small planet. Kazama felt the increase of gravity hit his body like a sledge hammer to the skull. He was not forced to his knees but he was definitely had a hard time moving around the small planet that Heiwa called home.

Days, or what felt like a couple days, later Heiwa started the training that he had promised to Kazama. At first he gave three balloons, that he had floating in the air thanks to his telekinesis, to Kazama and told him to protect them from his attacks. At first the attacks were slow and Kazama knew it but soon as the majin improved his skills more and more until Kazama felt like he was actually protecting something for the first time in his entire life. Soon Heiwa was not able to destroy a single balloon which was more than point of pride for him.

Then came the second test and Kazama was in for a shock on this one. Heiwa took the majin to what he called his home world. The planet like the last one had increased gravity but the force of the gravity on this planet was so intense that Kazama could not stand. Heiwa was more than patient as he waited for what felt like weeks, to the majin, to finally be able to stand up and move around of his own free will. His movements were slow and his strength seemed to wane. But Heiwa was more than cruel with his next test.

He summoned up a boulder at a base of the hill and told Kazama to push the boulder up it. The majin could not help but feel a growing hatred towards the kai. Kazama set upon the task though and began to push the boulder up the hill. It seemed to take much longer than he had expected and each time he checked to see how far he had come. Each time though it did not seem like he was moving at all. Then at with the very last moment and with the very last ounce of strength Kazama miraculously managed to make it over the crest of the hill. Kazama fell onto the ground as he tried to regain some of his energy when suddenly Heiwa appeared and pushed the boulder back down the hill. Kazama could not believe his eyes, after all of his work it proved to be for naught and then his heart sank as he saw the boulder heading for a village. Without even thinking Kazama leapt into action and flew with what little energy he had left. He managed to get ahead of it, planted his feet and tried to catch the boulder. However the boulder just plowed over the exhausted majin crushing him underneath its unrelenting purpose. The majin quickly sprang to his feet after being planted into the ground. The only thing left to do in order to protect the village was to launch all of his ki into an attack.

Kazama launched the blast and it ripped through the sky and slammed into the boulder causing it to explode at a safe distance from the village. At the sight of his success Kazama collapsed under the weight of the gravity and exhaustion he faced. Heiwa approached the near unconscious majin and explained to him that the village was never in danger because there was no village, that it had all been an illusion. Kazama did not even have enough energy to be mad at the kai.

“You have passed the second test with flying colors,” Heiwa said with a smile. Soon after completing this second test the Northern Kaioshin would go on and begin to teach successfully Kazama the ability of telekinesis. With that test Kazama’s five years drew to a close and he remained with the Northern Kaioshin to finish his training and to possibly answer the question that had been plaguing Kazama, where did he belong in the universe.

End of Year Five

Technique Learned: Telekinesis

[Geurin]

30,000 Awarded

(Note that your Majin multiplier was included in this)

I love the way you grew Kazama. I know many majin characters seem transparent, but I could clearly see throughout the years his mental transgression. Excellent job really.