Key:Abysswalker Artorious

Race/rank:Legendary Saiyan

In the darkest days of his people, when hope is all but snuffed out, when the fire is nothing but frost and ash. The fire god will send down one of his greatest warriors to rekindle the flame, to stoke the embers of hope, and lead his people from the ashes of ruin. With strength of body, of mind and of spirit, this warrior would lead his people to better days.

This is the tale of one such saiyan.

The cries of a young saiyan male echo through the caverns of their mountanous home. Blood, spittle and tears covering the young babe as he is pulled from his mother, as any saiyan child he is checked for imperfections. None are seen, next with the ingenius technology of the scouter his power is checked and from there his fate is known. The room grows cold and dark as murmurs and whispers echo through, such strength unheard of in a young babe so newly born.

Amaran Latell, was the lads name, born with a strength and clout that would make most saiyan fathers proud, born from a family of low classes none the less, showing just how potent the blood of warriors truly is.

The child was cared for shortly by his family, before being passed on to the royal family, bringing his own kin greatest honor, and like any other he lived the life of a saiyan, drenched in battle, taught to fight, to kill, nay to fight alongside the greatest saiyan warriors. Through blood sweat and tears he was taught what it meant to be a saiyan, you either fought and won, or you were dead. There was no room for errors, there was no room for doubt, you either mustered the strength, the courage and the saiyan spirit to prevail. Or you died, it was as simple as that.

Thus such a child would need to go through much more then any other saiyan could handle, not to prove he was worthy to be a warrior, but to show that he was loyal to his people, and by the fire god himself he was more then worthy. Bathed in the blood of many battles, steeped in the hottest fires vegeta could hold, there lay one last test for this warrior of prophecy.

A test few would undergo, and one that many fools would die trying to prove that they were the greatest saiyan warriors who ever lived. Vegeta's core, the hottest part of the planet and the most deadly....

Amaran dropped down and what hit him first was the blazing heat unlike anything he had ever felt, the acidic vapors clawing at his skin, his nostrils, every part of his body burned like white hot fire, and it was agonizing. The gravity was greatly intensified, and he found he could barely move, the core rocked and explosions errupted to and fro.

Every movement was labored, it was as if the gods themselves where disallowing his movements, boiling pockets of magma bursting upwards viciously, threatening to scorch and maim anything that got in their way. Not only this, but creatures of darkest depths clawed there way towards him in bleakest shadows these beings bore strength that put saiyans to shame, and from the boiling magma they rose and charged.

As Amaran had always known, you either win a battle, or you die. This warrior, this saiyan prohphet thrust forward with every bit of spirit and power he could muster and he thrust his fist deep into the heart of every one of these ghastly beasts.

There however was an even darker entity, one that lay down at the deepst core, a great dragon of fiery wrath and great destructive power, and it sough to consume the young saiyan, however pride and spirit would not allow it, and with fiery strength the young saiyan plunged his fist into the heart of the dragon, cementing his place as the greatest warrior that ever lived.

Upon his back, burned the ever still markings of a true saiyan warrior, a beast of battle. A legend, thus this young saiyan marched out of the burning abyss of Vegeta's core with fist raised high, and a want to lead his people to a better tomorrow, even if it meant tearing them apart and starting anew.