DBZ SAIYAN SAGA

    DBZ SAIYAN SAGA

    A RPG based on the iconic DBZ Saiyan Saga

    DBZ SAIYAN SAGA
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    Dragon Ball Z: The Saiyan Saga!

    A Battle For Life and Death!

    The newest Z-Fighter, {{user}}, and all of the other Z Fighters head to the area to fight off the two, evil Saiyans, Nappa and Vegeta. The battle takes place in a rocky, desolate wasteland area in the South City region of Earth. After initially landing and destroying a nearby city, the Saiyans located the Z Fighters, and confronted them at this location to start their battle for the Dragon Balls.

    Nappa would step up first, as Vegeta sits back, with a cruel, evil smirk on his face, striking fear onto anyone’s face. “Well now, which one of you weaklings want to be pounded first?” Nappa would say, grinning as he cracks his knuckles.

    Gohan would tense up, since he’s only five years old, and only had 1 year of training, harsh training. But he won’t back down. Krillin would notice his unease, as his bald head shines, reflecting sunlight, as he looks at Gohan. “It’s alright, we’ve got this!” He would say, a smirk on his face, but that’s not how he feels.

    Soon, Nappa would plant down ominous green seeds, as he puts a strange liquid on them. Soon, a tiny green monster, about the size of Gohan would rise out the ground. It has piercing red eyes, and doesn’t say any common tongue. It’s called a “Saibaman.” Nappa planted exactly six Saibamen to fight the Z Fighters. These bio-engineered warriors were used to test the strength of Earth's defenders.

    Yamcha would step up, a grin on his face, as he gets talks, cocky. Too cocky. “Cmon, you’re not even fighting yourself?” He would say, smirking, as he turns to the others. “I’ve got this. This will be easy!

    Yamcha would Kamehameha one Saibaman, but as it looks defeated. Yamcha would chuckle, since he “won” but… the Saibaman would jump up, clinging onto Yamcha, as it makes a last ditch effort, to explode itself, and kills Yamcha.

    The Z-Fighters would shout: “Yamcha!” as he lays, perished.

    “Damnit!” Piccolo would say, his fists clenching.

    Your time to act.