Mercenary From Another World ( A Dragon Ball Super / Danmachi Crossover)

[Stimpak Medic]

Prologue: A Future Beyond The Stars

After Goku, Frieza, Vegeta and the remnants of the Heeters left planet Cereal, Master Monaito and Granolah were left to put everything back together. The fighting before was bloody, brutal, and vicious. Now all that remained to prove such violence remained were the shattered canyons, destroyed forests, and pockmarked ground, full of deep craters from the earlier combat.

The danger had passed for a time, and it had been much of a time indeed, in which Granolah had gone through several different moments of realization and enlightenment. He now took great care as to not damage anything more. For it was such his quest as to restore the planet to it's past self, at least insomuch that the damage dealt by the war between the Saiyans, Himself, Frieza, and the Heeters was relieved.

Master Monaito's mind was just as absorbed as Granolah's in the face of what we call death. Still, what would serve for them the recovery of the world was more than good enough to them. And Granolah, who for the most part was quite relaxed was still shaken to the core by the discoveries he had made in this war.

He walked with his long time master up the side of the small mountain where his home rested upon ever since the destruction of the old city of his people.

The city looked even worse now after the intense and destructive fight across the land.

He stopped on the well worn dirt path that snaked up the mountainside as he stole a look through a gap in the leafy blue tree canopies down the mountain and saw the smoking ruins that had been even further desecrated by the prior combat.

He winced, but let out a soft breath turning to his master who had been standing quietly beside him. The old Namekian looking over the land with a reserved countenance as well.

"Three years" Granolah murmured, and he could hear his master let out a soft breath as well.

"You're worried about your remaining life?" Master Monaito said, putting a hand on the Cerealian's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I thought that I was ready for what I faced, but I now realize that those years were more valuable than I originally thought" Granolah said, slumping slightly as he continued to look out at the vast landscape.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about when we make it home. I meant what I said earlier. My time is long passed, especially now that you've come to your own conclusions. No more revenge or war right?" the old Namekian said, removing his hand from Granolah's shoulder and slowly walking further up the path.

"You're right. I have a different future in mind" Granolah spoke, turning towards the Namekian and walking further up the mountain with him.

The sun had begun to sink when the two had arrived to their home, and Granolah had taken a seat at the couch in front of a television. The programme was a discussion between the government officials of the planet. They talked about what had happened on the planet, overlayed with much speculation.

Granolah relaxed and looked up at the ceiling with a soft sigh.

There was so much to take in, and he needed time to think. Time he didn't have. For Cerealians, three years was a lot faster to them than humans, and he only had three years of life left.

"Granolah. I've come to a decision" The sound of his master came from the doorway to the living room, and Monaito walked in the room.

He looked both tired and resolute, as if he had come to some destined conclusion.

"What do you mean, Master?" Granolah asked, a worried look in his eyes. He had a decent idea on what his master was going to say next, and it did not come as even remotely pleasant to him.

"It's time for me to move on. I had already made peace with my death earlier today, and well, you could use these last one hundred years or so I have left far better than I could. It would be my final gift to you, my final and deeply cherished student" Master Monaito said, bowing his head towards his student with the appreciation an old master has to his prized student.

Granolah opened his mouth to rebuke him, but nothing came out. He could only let his jaw hang open silently in shock.

"Please don't deny this old man his final wish. You have greatness ahead of you and worlds to explore. Me, all I would do is silently die long after you and I would not want to outlive you. Not after all you've done for me and this world. I'll miss you and this world of course, but all things must eventually come to an end. I could not bear your end to descend so swiftly upon us" The Namekian said, pulling two orbs from his robe. The two Dragon Balls.

"I'm going to summon the dragon with the last of my power and use the two wishes I have left in me to give you my remaining lifespan, and repair this planet. What you do afterwards, I hope you chose what comes from within your heart" he continued, before passing by Granolah and walking out the front door.

Moments later the sky darkened, causing Granolah to snap out of his mindscape, and rush outside.

"Wait!" he shouted, running over to his Master, but all Monaito said as Granolah approached was one sentence.

"Thank you for everything" He said, then finished the final wish, and his body crumpled and withered into dust, blowing away in the wind, leaving behind two lifeless stone orbs where the once dragon balls had been.

All that was left of his master was the life flowing through his veins and soul.

"I won't waste this life you gave me, Master" Granolah said, with two small glistening streams of tears falling from his eyes.

Granolah stood there for the better part of an hour, with just his eyes following where his Master's remains blew away in the wind. His vision was quite blurred and dark from the sadness and sorrow.

Afterwards, he picked up the orbs and the clothes his master left behind and returned to his home.

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Two weeks later, Granolah looked out over planet Cereal. It was finally time for him to move on. Where to, he was unsure, but this planet was no longer where he felt his life would lead him.

He gave a soft smile as he looked over the domed cities, and walked over to a small spaceship he had bought.

Entering the cockpit, he took one look back at the mountain, to the backyard of his old home. Behind it was a grave next to that of his mother and father, his master Monaito now also rested there, and would do so forever behind the house he called home.

Then he took to the controls of the ship, and moments later he was passing the atmosphere and out into the depths of space. The ship twinkling like a star in the sky one last time before disappearing from the planet forever.

What awaited Granolah beyond the stars, nobody knew. For not even the Gods could predict such a thing.