The sun is slowly setting on the town of Magnolia, a slight breeze flowing from the east. A young boy is making his way down the main roads towards a large building in the center of town. He has black hair, that is developed into five spikes (similar to Goku), and is wearing an orange shirt, black pants, and black shoes. He also has a tail of a monkey penetrating from his tail bone. His expression is of sadness determination as he slowly gets closer to the large building.

This is the place that Shenron asked me to find, he thought to himself.

The boy looked up and read the sign, "Fairy Tail", he said to himself. He could hear the sounds of people laughing and carrying on inside. He slowly opened the doors and looked upon the scene that was before him. Dozens of people drinking and having a good time, with the occasional rough housing going on off to the side. The boy walked firmly into the guild which caught the sight of some of the members not watching the others fight.

"Are you lost young man?" a member asked to the boy's right.

The boy stopped and stared at the man with cold, hard eyes. The man shivered somewhat as he tried to meet the stare of the young boy.

"Where is your master?" the boy asked flatly.

Everything seemed to stop, as now the guild was looking at the newcomer.

"What do you want with the master kid?" a silver-haired girl wearing goth clothing asked.

"Are you the master?" the boy fired back.

"No, but him..."

"Then shut up," the said coldly.

Now furious, the goth girl swung a punch at him. The boy gracefully sidestepped, and karate chopped her to the back of the neck, knocking her out. Everyone watched wide eyed as the boy had just taken the girl out so quickly.

"Only I get to beat up the goth freak," another girl with red hair, a silver chest plate, and sword shouted to the side.

"One more time," the boy continued, "Where is the master?"

"Right here."

The boy looked up to the second floor, and saw a very short man, with little gray hair, and a gray mustache standing on the railing.

"Master Makarov at your service," the old man continued, "What can I help you with?"

"I'm here to join this guild."

Makarov raised an eyebrow, "By coming in here and demanding answers?"

The boy's expression never changed, "I came and stated my business that was all that was necessary."

Makarov frowned, this boy was so young, and yet so cold. He was giving the boy a look over, when he finally noticed what most of the guild was staring at.

That tail, Makarov thought, don't tell me he is a Saiyan. I've heard the rumors but never met on in real life.

"Why does a Saiyan want to join a mage guild? I heard your race was a warrior one, who found magic inferior to what your kind calls ki."

The boy turned his head down looking at the floor, "I apologize for my rudeness, it's how I grew up."

Some of the members breathed a sigh of relief, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off their shoulders. Most still seemed skeptical of this new kid, he was only about twelve and was already mentally an adult.

Makarov jumped down to the ground floor to have a closer look at the boy, "Do you know why magical guilds are afraid of your people boy?"

The boy was still looking down, "I'm not exactly sure, from what I've been told we did some horrible things."

Makarov noticed the boy's sadness, even though he was a Saiyan he showed humbleness, something that was unheard of in a race of pure warriors.

"Come up to my office young man, we have much to discuss."

The young Saiyan followed Makarov up the stairs and into his office leaving the rest of the guild to chat amongst themselves.

As they shut the door to the office, Makarov walked around his desk and sat down, still keeping a close eye on the boy.

"So tell me young man, what is your name?" Makarov asked.

"Zero Kimura, son of the eternal dragon Shenron."

Makarov's eyes widened somewhat, "Did you just say dragon?"

Zero looked at him quizzically, "Uh, yes is that a problem?"

"Are you a dragon slayer then?"

Zero's face became more stern, "You could call it that I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

Zero, looked at the master confused. He didn't know if he should tell him the truth or keep it to himself. His past wasn't that bright, and was afraid to tell anyone about how he could change into that of an oozaru. He sighed in his mind, perhaps it would be best if I told him since I am joining his guild.

"I don't know where I'm originally from, the first thing I remember is being found by Shenron and him raising me since I was a small boy. He told me that I was of Saiyan decent, and had the ability to control ki. More powerful then magic, but ten times harder to control. I've learned to master ki, even at this young age, and also one of the Saiyan transformations that comes from Shenron and my people."

"Transformation?" Makarov asked quizzically.

"It's complicated," Zero continued, "I would have to show you."

Makarov thought for a minute, "Well I have yet to see your power, so how about a battle between you and the strongest mage for your age here at the guild?"

Zero started to get excited, "Yes, that would be perfect!"

Makarov chuckled a little to himself, "Ok then, you will be battling Laxus, who happens to be my grandson. Are you ready?"

Zero stood from his chair and made two fists, "Let's do this."