Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

The Saiyan Stowaway of the Ark Author: Peach Blossom Spring Master

Introduction:

*Slice of life

The continent of Terra, ravaged by natural disasters, welcomes an uninvited guest.

If this is an opportunity, then he can indeed change a lot.

If this is a disaster, then it is indeed far better than a natural disaster.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Dragon Ball x Arknights, all content is fan fiction, please bear with any issues regarding combat power.

It's best to have some understanding of the plot and settings of Arknights and Dragon Ball before reading, but there are usually some notes added to make it easier for people who are not familiar with them to read.

[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: A ball falls in the prologue.

Time: August 1096

Location: Ursus Empire, mobile city-state of Chernobog.

Climate: Natural Disaster - Originium Rain

“I saw it. You were desperately trying to survive by avoiding natural disasters, all to protect those weak traitors.”

Crimson clouds churned like raging waves, lightning flashing within them, illuminating time and again the ruins of buildings beneath, where semi-transparent giant crystals were constantly forming. The plaza, ablaze with flames, resembled an altar where a tyrant offered sacrifices to a demon, with charred and broken corpses scattered everywhere.

But the countless corpses were not the work of a demon, but rather came from the silver-haired woman standing proudly in the center.

The scorching heat tossed her hair, revealing the dark, twisted horns on either side of her head. She held the sword in both hands, but only plunged the scorching blade into the ground without swinging it. Her sharp eyes gazed into the distance, but she did not regard the tall figure blocking her way as an obstacle.

"But now we dare to face real natural disasters."

She was clearly speaking to the person in front of her, but no one could be sure if the unyielding figure could still hear her voice—a strong body with one arm severed, the intact arm still holding a cracked shield, blood redder than the surrounding flames spilling from the tattered dark blue uniform, but the resolute gaze conveyed through the shattered goggles still resisted the former's sharp gaze.

He moved.

He took a step forward, shattering the scorching earth beneath his feet, a heavy shield protecting him.

"You intend to continue resisting me with your broken body?"

With another leap forward, a semi-transparent position, composed of hexagons like a honeycomb, rapidly extended, cutting across the entire square to separate him from the woman's world.

"You're going to use your last breath to unleash the ultimate Originium Arts?"

The man remained silent, but his gaze remained piercing.

The woman raised her hand, and the surrounding space began to distort—a result of the heat accumulating.

The direction his hand was pointing was naturally towards the man who, with the resolve to die, was advancing like a high wall.

"I can't understand why he's been able to fight this hard. Is he an idiot? Or has Oripathy weakened his sense of pain?" The gray-haired boy's pupils trembled.

"He was determined to fight to the death; he was a true warrior." The snow-white rabbit expressed its admiration without reservation.

“It should end now.” The silent crossbowman stared at him, lost in thought.

The people behind the woman could have intervened at that moment, but no one chose to do so.

Everyone silently awaited the "natural" ending.

The woman's heat-generating energy was poised to be unleashed, while the man's sturdy shield pressed directly into the enemy ranks.

"boom!!!!"

However, at this very moment, the deep red clouds in the sky revealed an unusual situation.

Unlike the previous cataclysmic event that destroyed the city with its rapid upheaval and massive amounts of Originium, this event was accompanied by constant thunder, with lightning striking buildings on the ground and converging in a spiral above the plaza...

"Wasn't the main phase of the natural disaster over? Why is a second wave suddenly emerging!?" The first to react to this unusual situation was the gray-haired boy who had just been shocked by the battle.

Both sides, sensing something amiss, halted their advance and then, without prior agreement, took actions drastically different from their previous ones—

The woman suddenly hurled her attack into the sky, while the man focused his defenses upwards.

A high-speed object, distinctly different from the Originium Rain, appeared in the spiral of the sky.

Clearly, something is about to fall from the sky.

The former's attack exploded and scattered in the air, but it did not stop the object coming from the sky.

With a deafening roar and a deafening explosion, it landed in the very center of the square, scattering flames, shattering buildings, and sending thick smoke billowing, forcing both sides to instinctively move away from that spot.

"Reinforcements?" White Rabbit lifted his large coat, revealing a battle-ready expression.

"Impossible. No vehicle can drive directly through the Cataclysmic Cloud. That would be tantamount to suicide. Faust, did you see that thing clearly?" The gray-haired boy asked the crossbowman in surprise.

"...a ball."

But the crossbowman spoke of what he had seen in a tone that suggested he himself lacked confidence.

Of course, no further explanation was needed from him at this point.

Now, the dust has settled, and in the sunken crater, there lies a white spherical object that was emitting smoke from the earlier attack or the subsequent impact.

However, the dark glass porthole-like sections on it made everyone realize that this might be some kind of storage or...vehicle?

Everyone present was focused on it, including the two who had been fighting earlier.

"squeak----"

The porthole slowly opened with a screeching sound, and another sound came from inside the sphere.

That was the sound of voices.

"Where am I...location failed?"

With a sharp hairstyle, jet-black hair, and a bodysuit over which were protective suits with prominent shoulder and hip armor, a person who looked no more than a teenager emerged from the spherical object.

He tapped the headpiece he wore on one side, which covered one eye, and scanned his surroundings, which were completely unfamiliar to him.

Then his gaze fell on the man closest to him, whose injuries were clearly very serious.

"Hmm... I didn't smash you like this, did I?" The boy walked towards the man as if no one else was there, and extended his hand. "You should understand what I'm saying, right?"

Vigilance, caution, and doubt intertwined in the chaotic square, ultimately ending the chaos in an unexpected way.

That was the scorching heat that struck the boy directly. The woman's previously arrogant gaze was now mixed with other emotions—hostility, wariness, and... terror.

The seriously injured man was aware of the attack that was enough to kill him, and he also believed that the unknown boy in front of him was just as unable to resist the heat.

However, he had no strength left to unleash another Originium Arts, because the previous attack was his last, using all his remaining strength, but he never expected it to be interrupted by such an unexpected situation.

He no longer had the strength to stand up again, and maintaining consciousness was already a luxury. In fact, his consciousness ended just before the attack arrived.

"Rhodes Island ACE? Is that your name?"

However, even as his consciousness faded, the man named ACE heard the other person calling his name—and heard a sound that was different from the previous woman's attack.

"Uncle ACE, is that you? My name is Thomas... Ah, have you fainted?"

Tomat blocked the trajectory of the opponent's previous attack. The high temperature that melted steel did not leave a mark on his palm. Instead, the terrain of the square was completely changed. However, it was not a tragic scene of melting due to high temperature, but simply pulverization. The entire surface was uprooted, directly exposing the drainage system and the crisscrossing metal structure beneath.

That was an air blast attack launched from Tomat, and those people have disappeared from the ruins; they may have been crushed or buried.

“They attack suddenly, retaliate briefly, and then just run away again. At least they're not the kind of people I deal with.” He stared at the several rapidly moving dots displayed on the facial scanner. “Only double digits… never mind.”

Thomas picked up the unconscious ACE, then went to the sphere, placed him inside, and took out a remote control-like panel. He pressed it several times, and a respirator-like device appeared and covered ACE's face.

"Although I can't grow arms, I can still pull a dying person back from the brink of death."

He looked around again at the scorched earth ravaged by natural disaster and muttered to himself:

So, where is this place?

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The story of the Saiyans traveling through the Ark √

Although it's plot-driven, it has a strong slice-of-life atmosphere and can't be considered a particularly serious fanfiction, but I hope readers will enjoy it.

Tomato means tomato, a traditional Saiyan naming convention.

[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter One: Battlefield

"Is this planet also going to be destroyed?"

Although Thomas was not flustered by these events upon landing, he was still confused as to where he was.

Everything around him only reminded him of the scene before his home planet exploded—and at that time he was unable to escape. Even though he took out the spaceship he had hidden in advance to escape before the huge energy bomb hit Planet Vegeta, he was still caught in the impact of the planet's explosion.

He then awoke in an unfamiliar space, where the spaceship and facial sensors had lost all their positioning and communication capabilities. He was left to drift around in cryogenic sleep, waiting for the spaceship to land automatically once it detected a habitable planet.

However, this is a good thing for him, because the failure of his location means that he will not be caught red-handed by the culprit who destroyed his planet.

In other words, he was an alien who had successfully escaped the destruction of his home planet—at least to the people of this planet. Of course, Thomas had no interest in why he could read the language of this planet, or in speaking to them without a second thought, using his alien identity.

After all, he still had a dispensable identity: "transmigrator." However, the more than ten years he served in Frieza's army on Planet Vegeta had long since erased his name and common sense in the normal world, leaving not even a trace. One of these was "why they all speak a common language."

After more than a decade, all he got was the class status of a lower-ranking soldier, and he did the work of working for the "real estate tycoon," such as the forced demolition of holdout households, although the specific scope of "holdout households" is somewhat broad.

As a transmigrator, but weak and unlucky, Tomat, despite his many ideas to lead his people to change their fate of destruction, was ultimately crushed along with his planet by a demonic tyrant.

[Beep beep beep... Combat power self-check complete. Combat power: 1500.]

The self-introduction-like recollection abruptly ended. Tomat pressed a button on the detector to check his combat power, then said with a mixture of disappointment and relief, "So cryosleep lowered my combat power? Although it wasn't high to begin with."

The spherical spaceship carrying the ACE was lifted up by Tomat with one hand. The material, which was strong enough to break through the atmosphere, was not heavy, but it was not the kind of weight that a normal person could lift. However, it was still lighter than a feather to him.

"call!"

Having not flown directly with his body for a long time, Tomat somewhat awkwardly distributed the energy "qi" within his body around himself, supporting him to escape the planet's gravity and pull upwards. In the next instant, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, he arrived hundreds of meters above the entire ruins.

"It seems that only the area covered by this strange cloud has suffered severe damage."

He gazed into the distance, his eyes landing on the edge of the city—a city whose elevation seemed unusually high.

Or is the entire city just an abrupt rise?

"A mobile military fortress? No, the nearby buildings look more like residential buildings. Is it a mobile city? I've seen similar ones on some other planets before."

By considering this colossal facility in conjunction with the cosmic clouds overhead, Tomat roughly understood the state of the entire planet.