Now that the foundation for MarineCorps had been laid out by Mirrow, Jaryan, Mythrandir, Fever, and Shyruni, it was time to start the improvements. The entirety of Earth's military was having a hard time keeping crime in check, let alone five unarmed children. There was much to be done.
Mirrow and Jaryan, with the assistance of Fever, began putting themselves through harsh training in the hopes of being strong leaders to follow. Mythrandir seemed to be on his own agenda, occasionally giving incredibly insightful combat advice, yet spending most of his time in what appeared to be meditation. And as for Shyruni, he had taken it upon himself to look for other willing to join the cause. He didn't particularly feel like training and exploring seemed like a fun idea, so he packed a few of his belongings and flew off.
At first, things didn't look so good. With the military so spent, crime had been running wild for a few months now. Half of the cities and towns were completely demolished, and the ones that remained were either barely holding on or completely taken over by gangs.
Shyruni was flying by the outskirts of the Northern Mountains a few days into his search, when he heard what appeared to be a lot of commotion from one of the villages on the mountainside. Curious, he changed course and flew towards the sound.
In the middle of the small town, there was a large crowd gathering around a single building, clearly in an uproar about something. The building was a bit larger than most of the others, clearly belonging to one of a somewhat higher status.
"Hey bros, mind telling me what's going on here?" he asked, landing softly on the ground.
At first, they all turned around looking rather frustrated, but the second the crowd noticed him the commotion immediately stopped. They all faced him, staring rather intently.
"Uh...can I..."
Suddenly, the entire crowd bolted. Some ran into nearby buildings, while others hid behind bushes or other objects. Within a minute, the loud uproar had been turned into complete silence, without another being in sight.
Shyruni sighed. "Yeesh, what was that about? I'm not THAT bad of a sight to look at, am I?" he said, looking down at his pudgy body.
Returning his gaze the the fancy building in front of him, he noticed something was a little off about the place. On the top floor, a candy cane hung from the windowsill. Oh, and there was a chocolate bar on the roof...and multiple gumballs in the fountain...and multiple chocolate bars on the front lawn...and...
Getting incredibly curious, he knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes, no answer. He knocked again. Still no answer.
Deciding being polite wasn't going to get him anywhere, he decided to use some of his Majin talents. He breathed in as deep as he could, his cheeks puffing up. He held it for a few seconds...then let out a loud scream.
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The whole area shook, tearing off tree branches and possibly causing what sounded like a small avalanche high upon the mountains. Shyruni decided it was best avoid thinking about that.
The door slowly opened, revealing a very small man who appeared to be a butler of some sort.
"Um...excuse me...sir?"
"Oh, hi!" Shyruni said, grinning. "You look very professional! Doesn't wearing that kid of clothing get really uncomfortable?"
The man looked very confused. "I'm a butler, sir..."
"Oh, right, one of those!"
Shyruni bowed.
"So, may I ask who lives here?"
The butler adjusted his glasses. "This here is the mansion of Rosalina Martha, daughter of the great-"
"It's a fancy house with fancy people, I know that!!!! I wanna know who lives here!!!"
"Myself, a young girl, and a Majin boy." he said, sighing.
"Ah, I thought this place seemed very Majinish!" Shyruni said grinning. "So, can I talk to him? He sounds like a pretty neat guy!"
"Wait...you're not here to complain?"
Shyruni laughed. "Of course not, what made you think that...ohhhh..."
He facepalmed.
"No, I'm not part of the mob from earlier...I actually scared them off for some reason. You have any idea why?"
"Majins are not viewed upon very highly around here, sir..."
"ANOTHER Majin-racist city? C'MON, all our ancestor did was nearly destroy the entire planet..." Shyruni pouted.
"Welp, can I talk with the uhh...Master?"
The butler politely bowed.
"Unfortunately, he is not present at the moment. He is currently training at the top of the mountains."
"Training?" Shyruni said, perking up. "He's a martial artist?"
"He trains up there rather frequently, sir."
"Well then, I'm gonna say hi! Thanks, err...butler guy!"
Shyruni happily flew upwards towards the top of the mountain. Sure enough, near the top of the mountain there was a small, pudgy character doing what appeared to be firing energy blasts.
"Hey! You the 'Master' guy the butler talked about?" Shyruni said, landing.
"Yep! I'm guessing you're the loud voice I heard earlier?" the Majin said, chuckling.
"Huh? Oh yeah..." Shyruni said, nervously laughing. "So, what's your name?"
"Kobob. And you?"
"I'm Shyruni Majinbro! What you up to?"
"Eh...just doing some routine training. I should ask you the same question, you're clearly not from around here."
"Majin aren't common around here, huh?"
"Nope." Kobob said, chuckling. "I'm surprised the townsfolk haven't tried to shoot you yet."
"That bad huh?"
"Yep." Kobob said, sighing.
"So, what are you working on?" Shyruni asked, deciding to change the subject.
"Huh?"
"Your training. What are you trying to learn?"
"Ah...it's kind of hard to explain." Kobob said, looking a little nervous.
Shyruni then proceeded to sit down, pull out a drink and a chocolate bar, and signaled to proceed.
Kobob chuckled. "You're a funny one, aren't you? Well anyways, see, I'm not exactly from around here...I actually come from a Majin village in a dessert a long ways from here. I wanted to learn some human fighting techniques, so I packed my bags and came way over here. I made good friends with a young rich girl over here, and I've been staying at her place for a few years now."
"Nice!" Shyruni said, grinning. "So, what have you learned."
"Quite a bit, at least until I kinda...accidentally freaked everyone out."
"Freaked everyone out? So it's not just racist?"
"No..." Kobob said, looking even more nervous. "See, about a year ago, I was playing with Rosy, when a group of boys starting making fun of us. At first we ignored them, but then they started throwing stuff at us, and started chasing after us. I tried to fight back, but it didn't seem to work. And then I saw Rosy about to get hurt, and then..."
"You lost consciousness, and woke up a few minutes later surrounded by destruction?"
Kobob looked up in surprise.
"H-how did you..."
"Keep going, I'll explain myself in a minute. Continue." Shyruni said, smiling.
"Well...ever since then the townsfolk has considered me a threat, or every Majin since then for that matter. But whatever made that crater while I was sleeping...I want to know how I did that."
"And that's why you're training."
"Yes."
They both sat silent for a few minutes, both of them deep in thought. However, after four minutes, Shyruni stood up, and pulled out a small book from his satchel.
"Kobob...I assume you know the story about Majin Buu...when he threatened the entire human race to extinction, right?"
"Yeah, who doesn't know the story?"
"Tell me, what happened during the fight between Majin Buu and the heroes who stopped him?"
"Uh, well...the history doesn't say, all it says is that a long battle took place. Why?"
"Didn't you find that strange?"
"Huh?"
Shyruni opened the book, pointing at various paragraphs. "Before and after the fight, the history is very detailed. About Majin Buu's threats, the involvement of Hercule and his strange companions, and the return of a peaceful Majin Buu later. And yet the entire fight is written without a single detail. Doesn't that seem a little strange to you?"
"Now that you mention it..."
Shyruni then pulled a drawing out of the book. It was a very vague drawing, drawn with some form of charcoal. It looked somewhat like a Majin, but...different.
"A few years back, I had an...interesting experience. I was hanging out with a group of Majins when one of them got really pissed and suddenly a massive explosion occurred. Barely conscious, I looked up and saw a faint outline of something that looked similar to a Majin, and yet...wasn't."
Shyruni put the book and drawing back in his pack.
"There have been rumors...very quiet rumors...about something other than Majin Buu fighting Hercule. No pictures, no evidence, just rumors...while I typically wouldn't believe something so outlandish...I don't know...I just have a...strange feeling."
"Hmm..." Kobob said, lost in thought.
To Kobob's surprise, Shyruni extended his hand.
"I am part of a small organization known as MarineCorps. Our goal is to bring this planet back to the peaceful state it was in merely a few years back. You seem like a powerful ally, and you and I both seem to be looking for something similar. Perhaps we could assist each other. Whadya think?"
"Interesting..." Kobob said, grinning. "Sounds like a lot of fun! I'm sure Rosy wouldn't mind, she'd probably enjoy getting rid of the negative attention the mansion has as of late. I have one request though."
"And that is?"
"I have a human friend in West City...Jackman's his name. He lives in a small dojo on the outskirts. I think he'd be very interested in MarineCorps as well, and if I'm gonna join, he should as well."
Shyruni grinned. "Fair enough!"
They shook hands then flew out towards West City. As expected, Jackman was more than willing to join, and MarineCorps became two members larger. This was the beginning of a powerful trio.
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