DRAGONBALL: Threads of Power [DBS x Kill La Kill]

Let's Go! Push Your limits! Lets embark on an epic Adventure!

Parsa peered down at his fist, tightening it as he steeled his resolve

[Amongst the ever-growing population of Sadala stood one young Saiyan with the insatiable thirst for adventure, his name...]

"I will become a warrior one day, I'll show them! I'll show all of them!"

[Parsa.]

Cabba and his subordinate flew at tremendous pace towards their destination. As they did so, Cabba turned to his assigned partner and spoke. "what's the briefing on this, Okura, any word?" He asked.

Okura gave Cabba a quick glance before replying, "Nothing too specific. Just some new race out there causing trouble. There have been some whispers here and there though, something about clothing. But I wouldn't give it too much thought, I heard it at a bar so it could just be the ramblings of some drunken old fool."

Cabba raised a brow

"Clothing?" Cabba muttered, somewhat dumbfounded, that something as mundane as clothing could possibly get HQ in such a ruckus. Maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe this was just some race of fashionistas hell-bent on forcing their clothes on people?

Cabba deadpanned

"Somehow that sounds even more ridiculous." He thought to himself before being snatched out of his thoughts by Okura, "by the way, I saw you back there, training with Parsa. What's that all about? You don't seriously think the kid has any potential, do you? I mean..." Okura started, but then stopped as he noticed the stern look Cabba was shooting his way.

"Even the weakest Saiyan can rise above the ranks, Okura. His time will come. I just know it will." Cabba explained, muttering the last bit to himself as he and Okura reached their destination.

Parsa kicked at a small stone as he began to walk back home towards the shipyard, where his personal project awaited. If raw strength wouldn't yet carry him towards his goal, maybe his intellect would. A Saiyan's place on planet Sadala was determined at birth. Those too weak to serve as Sadalian defenders, were usually relegated to other avenues to ensure the development of society. Researchers, Doctors, the list went on, but none of these interested Para more than mechanical engineering. After all, strength was one thing, but technical know-how was basically a must for someone whose dream was to travel the galaxy, especially a young and naïve Saiyan such as himself.

"Gotta be careful. If anyone finds out about you then I'll probably get thrown into a Sadalian detention center." Parsa uttered to himself as he pulled away a large tarp, uncovering what appeared to be an old model Saiyan pod, granted, it's been repaired bit by bit over the course of three years. He was confident he'd have reached this point in just one year, but considering parts were hard to come by, and he was doing this illegally, he'd take what he could get.

"Just one more tweak and you'll be space-worthy again," he muttered to himself, grabbing a small set of tools from his workbench. He crawled underneath the pod, carefully tinkering with the inner mechanics. It was then that he'd discover what the pod's problem was as he unhinged a small panel, revealing...

"The floater" Parsa whispered

Parsa's brow furrowed as he examined the intricate device responsible for the pod's flight capabilities. Luckily, the outer components weren't damaged. If they were than this would have been a lost cause, however, the middle component was severely worn down. "Crap, the Gravitite shard is cracked." Parsa sighed

"How unfortunate, and they can be quite costly too" a nasally voice retorted

A startled Parsa panicked at the sudden voice, bumping his head against the pod as he scrambled out from underneath it, clutching his forehead. He quickly turned around to face the intruder, only to find a familiar face looking down at him. "Damn that hurt! You could've told me you were coming over here, Iyze."

Standing above Parsa with a perplexed expression, was Iyze, a young frost demon with an unassuming stature. Despite his short height, his presence was anything but insignificant. His icy blue skin and horns gave him an otherworldly aura, as his tail trailed lazily behind him.

"But you've been so secretive these last couple of weeks and therefore piqued my interest. May I ask what you're up to?"

Nursing the small knot on his forehead, Parsa's onyx-colored eyes meet with Iyze's piercing turquois ones. There weren't many people on planet Sadala that the young Saiyan would trust with such a secret, but of the small circle of people he did, Iyze was second to none, despite how little he knew of the frost demon.

"I-I'm... I'm planning an expedition." Parsa started

Standing to his feet, the young Saiyan walked past his friend as he continued

"Growing up, Master Cabba would always tell me about his adventures, and all the intense battles he was apart of. Facing off against warriors from other universes. Reaching new heights of power that most people could only ever dream of." Parsa explained, the admiration in his voice for his mentor evident. However, there was a brief pause, Parsa's smile fading as he continued, "But you know what? Despite how cool his stories are... I'm starting to get a bit tired of hearing them." Parsa admitted before turning to face his friend.

"I want to create my own stories now, to meet amazing people from all over, from this universe to the next, to unlock my full potential as a Saiyan. That's my goal." Parsa finished, his voice dripping with conviction

There was a brief pause between the two as Iyze took in his friend's words. A small smirk crept unto the frost demon's face as he brought up his finger up to his chin, trying to contain his laughter...

"Heh... an expedition, huh?" Iyze tail flicked with amusement as he continued, "You're aiming pretty high for someone who can't even crack Super Saiyan yet." Iyze stated as he began to snicker

Parsa crossed his arms, clearly not entertained

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, but I'm not giving up just because of a few small setbacks. I've got more going for me than just brute strength." Parsa explained

"Hmm" Iyze hummed to himself as he eyes the broken floater still lying on the ground. Using his tail to pick it up, Iyze took the device in his hands and examined it before speaking, "Despite what my father would otherwise have me believe, you Saiyans aren't anywhere near the barbaric Neanderthals' he makes you all out to be. Interesting. Yes, very interesting indeed." Iyze explained before walking towards and handing him the device. "Very well, then if it's an expedition you're after, I suppose I'll be tagging along as well."

Parsa blinked in disbelief, "Wait, what?" he stammered, taking the broken from Iyze.

"While it may not be for the same reason, I know what it's like to be looked down upon like trash. You have your reasons for chasing glory, and I have mine. Besides, I'm stronger than you remember? Someone has to make sure you stay alive long enough to achieve this dream of yours, at least, until you're able to stand on your own."

Locking eyes with Parsa, Iyze extended a hand

"So how about it, Parsa? Shall we carve our names into the history books together?"

Parsa hesitated for a moment, his surprise giving way to cautious optimism as he clutched the floater to chest. He looked at the extended hand and then back up at Iyze's face, noting the sincerity behind his playful demeanor. After a brief moment, Parsa took Iyze' hand into his hand with a firm grip.

"Y-Yeah. Let's do it."

AUTHORS NOTE: Parsa (Parsley), Iyze (pronounced "Eyes" a play on the word "Ice")