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.

 

[Stimpak Medic]

Chapter One: Strange World

As the infinite expanse of space opened before him, Granolah couldn't help but stop his ship and pause in the space outside of planet Cereal and give one last look back to the planet he had called home, and a wistful look crossed his face before he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and activated the thrusters. The ship flashed past the planet, and dozens more were mere streaks in the dark.

He wasn't sure where to go, but he was sure that he needed to go somewhere. And so, Granolah pulled up his star map, and set course to a hub system which had a rather large Dyson swarm around the local star. There were many places to dock there to find information, and new jobs.

With his new power he had gained from the dragon, he doubted there were many who could stand against him outside of Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, and perhaps other unknown figures.

Picking up his Artificial intelligence attached to his eye band from the seat next to him, he wrapped it around his head, and Oatmeel started up.

"It took you some time to boot me up Granolah, are you feeling sentimental?" It asked, and Granolah nodded.

"I think I'd have problems if I wasn't. That wish made me stronger, but it didn't take away my sentimentality Oatmeel" Granolah responded, and he got up from the controls after transferring control of the ship to Oatmeel.

He walked over from the cockpit to the small lounge in the ship that was little more than two couches, a table and a television. A refrigerator unit sat near the couch and Granolah pulled out bottle of a mild alcoholic fruit drink from his home planet Cereal.

He walked over to a shelf nearby and took a glass, pouring a reasonable amount in. In his fifty years of life, he had tried many drinks, and had tasted many spirits, eventually finding himself enjoying the mild fruit drinks from his planet. This wasn't to say he drank often, or much for that part, but today was a special day, and it called for such celebrations.

He raised his glass up to the air and said "To a new future" and took a swig.

"To a new future indeed" Came Oatmeel's content voice over the speakers.

Then Granolah sat and relaxed on the couch which was a comfortable fabric of a mild blue color in front of the glass topped lounge table.

Turning on the television, it connected to the local quadrant's news, where several different newscasters spoke of solar winds, asteroid collisions, a micro2quasar that had been harnessed for energy by a nearby alien civilization.

All boring stuff to him. Not that harnessing stars and black holes for energy wasn't interesting, but to him, who was both a gun for hire, and someone who could produce more energy with his pinky than that micro quasar could produce over it's entire life and death, he wasn't entirely whelmed.

Still, he took down the name of the civilization just in case he might be hired by them in the future. Civilizations that could harness the power of their local str or black holes were definitely advanced enough to require jobs from men like him, who had unique abilities.

The ship continued it's journey, and Granolah switched channels to a Galactic Patrol emergency channel. he was far out of the loop on wanted criminals, so catching up on them was the correct move for him.

Listening and seeing the images of the heinous criminals made his stomach churn at the evil these beings committed even after all this time. After getting enough information, he switched the channel to something else, and the trip continued with Oatmeel's occasional interjection here and there.

However, halfway through, Oatmeel activated the alarms, and red light blared with a loud chirping sound.

"Warning! Chronospacial turbulence detected in the area. Granolah, I would recommend finding somewhere safe to reroute to" Oatmeel blared over the speakers and flashing red lights.

The ship began violently shaking, and Granolah found himself having to levitate in response.

"Oatmeel, find a route of escape, quickly" Granolah exclaimed loudly with considerable worry.

"Understood. setting thrusters to maximum" Oatmeel said over the speakers, and the ship began shaking even more before jerking forward.

Granolah let out a relieved sigh, only for an immense pain to burn at him from all sides as flashes of brilliant prismatic colors seared his eyes followed by darkness for what felt to be several minutes. It was painful, and hurt quite deeply, as if someone had raked knives across his skin on every inch of his body repeatedly and deeply.

It hurt even more than when Gas broke both his arms by a long degree.

He let out a scream of pain that he could no longer hold back, and he could vaguely hear OAtmeel's voice from his eyeband, but he was in too much pain to understand.

Then, as quickly as the pain came, it released it's vicious grip on his body, and Granolah found himself face up under a sunny sky. The tickling touch of cool grass was a welcome reprieve in the face of the pain he had just endured.

He just lay there arms splayed wide out and took in the warm sun. For a brief moment he wondered if this was what plants felt all the time. However, his trance was broken by Oatmeel ringing in his ears.

"Granolah, can you hear me?" The AI asked repeatedly, worried that he might be deaf, or worse, dead.

"Yes Oatmeel, I can hear you" Granolah grumbled as he sat up slowly, putting one hand on the grass to balance himself. He was still quite dizzy from the prior pain, and his body quivered slightly.

"Oh, I'm very relieved. I was scared you had gotten injured in the explosion" Oatmeel replied with a deep sense of relief.

"Wait.. Explosion?" Granolah asked as he stood up to his full height and brushed off the dirt and grass that had clung to his outfit.

"Yes. Part of the spacial distortions effected our engines and warp drive. The rest is sadly history. In short, our ship is gone and you're probably not going to like what comes next" Oatmeel finished hesitantly.

"Go on" Granolah replied with some trepidation.

"Well. I tried to contact any local space docks and stations, but I haven't connected to a single one. It's very likely that this system or even this quadrant does not have a single spaceport available" Oatmeel finished, leaving a long silence before Granolah gave a response.

"So, you're saying that we're in a underdeveloped sector of space without a ship or harbor?" Granolah asked for confirmation, however, he had already confirmed with his Ki sense that he could not in fact sense any alien life in the surrounding areas of space.

"Yes. I'm afraid so" Oatmeel responded with an air of hesitation.

"That's going to be a problem. Wait on standby until we find out more" Granolah ordered, and the AI confirmed the command.

"Understood" Oatmeel replied and stood on standby.

Ever since he wished to be the strongest, he had gained the ability to sense Ki. He wasn't a master at it, but this much was well within his reach. Turning his sensing to the world around him, he could sense many Kis across the world. All of them were quite small. This wasn't paticularly surprising, as that was how it went back on his world as well, but now that he became the strongest with the wish, that gap had widened to such a degree, he felt that if he didn't reign himself in all the time, not just the planet would be gone, but everything would just be utterly obliterated, universe and all.

It was quite the feeling, knowing that at any time he could just destroy everything, yet it was also a responsibility he was willing to bear. He shuddered knowing that at any time Frieza could do the very same if he felt like things weren't going his way.

Clenching and unclenching his fist for reassurance, Granolah looked around himself.

He was in a clearing of a large forest.

There were many Kis around him from animals and other life forms, but what intrigued him the most was the large city of life forms nearby. It was obviously a city, as you don't have such a large amount of people packed so tightly together for no reason.

There were some quite strong beings amongst them. They were suppressing their power, but it was sloppily done, more like an afterthought. If they expressed their power in full, they would easily be a match to your average Saiyan back before Frieza blew up the planet, and that intrigued him.

Were these the deities of this planet? After all, nothing else on the planet came even remotely close to them in power.

Perhaps that was why they suppressed their power, as to not instantly destroy the immeasurably weaker life forms all around them, much like he did himself. He would have to go investigate. Putting two fingers to his forehead, he disappeared with a slight chirp sound of Ki energy.

When the world around him once again came into view, Granolah frowned seriously.

"This really is an underdeveloped civilization" He said with a slight wince at the rather primitive city around him, and looked around for something he could recognize. Anything would do really, a Galactic Patrol Emblem, some for of galactic seal, but nothing could be found.

This was going to be a problem.

He had thought of using his instant transmission to go to another planet and perhaps find a space faring civilization there, but there was nothing no matter how far he stretched his sensing.

He let out another sigh and realized he was doing that a lot lately. Things had spiraled out of his control so much lately that he just took things as they came. He thought becoming the strongest would make things a whole lot easier, but instead it just made things even worse.

He didn't precisely regret it so to say, but he would have really appreciated some form of guide or warning beforehand. However, reality was not that kind to him.

So, now he found himself on an alien planet with no ship or spaceport in sight, and he was most likely stranded for the foreseeable future. Perhaps he would find one of these powerful Kis that felt kind and simple and speak to whoever it was. He didn't feel like speaking to one of the beings with darker, evil Ki.

Putting his fingers to his forehead again to sharpen his aim, he disappeared again.

This time when the world returned to him, Granolah found himself in a large garden, with a terraced Cafe behind him. On a cobblestone path, quite a few tables sat with various couples drinking, eating, and making merry on them. Large shrubberies and carefully curated bushes in the shapes of chess pieces and card symbols like spades, clubs, and hearts lined the edges of the garden, giving the large grassy place a considerable degree of privacy.

Instantly his eyes locked on to his target, a man in a large brown cloak with long silky dark blue hair sat enjoying a cup of tear at a table at the far end of the garden, right across from the grassy lawn, in which a hummingbird dipped it's head into a white marble fountain to sip on some water in it's wide basin.

It's wings splashing small droplets of water that glistened in the sunlight as they descended to the grass.

Granolah walked calmly over to the table the man sat at and sat down across from him.

The man tilted his head with his blue eyes narrowing.

"Can I help you sir?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. His gray shirt twisting as he leaned forward and put down his cup.

Granolah's eyes lit up, relieved that he could understand what this man said.

"Can you understand me?" Granolah asked, hope blossoming in his chest that these beings could understand him as well.

"Yes I can. I have to say though, I've never hear your language before. Who are you?" The man spoke, leaning back in his chair having realized that Granolah was not hostile to him.

Granolah responded almost instantly. It was worth a shot to ask this man about any nearby spaceports.

"I'm from another planet. My spaceship got destroyed and I landed here. Are there any spaceports nearby? I'm looking to go to a different star system" Granolah said, and couldn't help but freeze under the gaze the man gave him in return.

The man's eyes immediately narrowed at him.

"What do you mean by spaceport and another planet? Are you saying you're not from this world?" The man's eyes narrowed even more, and he released an oppressing aura, but Granolah was relatively unphased.

"I just left my planet and got caught in a spacial anomaly and my ship got destroyed. I woke up in a forest near this city. I'm not sure what or where this city is. Oh, and my name is Granolah, From planet Cereal.

The man laughed for a moment, and replied.

"Oh, this is some sort of joke. Granolah, from Planet Cereal. It's a breakfast pun. Hahaha I get it...Is what I would say if you weren't telling the truth. I've never met a being we Gods haven't created before. I have to say, I am quite intrigued. I'm Miach. For the time being, it's a pleasure to meet you" He finished, reaching his arm across the small table to him for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too, Miach, and thank you for giving me your time. Can we speak more, as I'm not sure what I can do right now in this world" Granolah responded with a laugh, shaking the God's hand before letting go and relaxing in his seat.

"I don't think this cafe is the right place to speak about such important matters. Would you like to return to my home with me where we can speak more comfortably. I have a feeling that this will take quite some time to sort through, and there may be unsavory eyes watching us in the public" Miach said with a foul tone as he spoke the last part. Some other Gods and Goddesses were way too nosy and didn't know when to back off in his humble opinion.

"I understand and agree. Where is your home?" Granolah stood up from his chair, and followed Miach out of the cafe.

Not too far away in the pharmaceutical district of the city. I have a small Familia there. Well, it's just me and Naaza right now, but it's better than nothing" Miach said as he walked up to a waiting carriage.

The coachman was taking care of the horses.

"Ahh Lord Miach, Pleasure to see you. How is Lady Naaza these days?" The coachman asked, and stepped down from the coach stairs, opening the carriage door for the God.

"Quite good James, I take it your two sons and daughter are doing well? "Miach asked, stopping halfway up the retractable coach steps.

"Swimmingly my Lord. I'll always appreciate what you and the Lady have done for my Son" The coachman bowed, removing his top hat and revealing his matt of short orange hair and his green eyes twinkled with respect.

"Please stop calling Naaza the Lady, It invites misunderstandings about us two... Oh, and this is Granolah, he's a Traveler I'm working with at the moment, do treat him well" Miach replied and walked into the carriage, followed shortly behind by Granolah. They both sat down on the seats.

"Of course sir. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Granolah" The coachman bowed to Granolah from the stairs before returning to the coachman's seat.

"Hiyah" could be heard from the front window of the coach as the horses began a slow trot.

"So, Granolah, what do you do for a living?" Miach asked from his comfortable cushioned seat in the black carriage.

Granolah thought for a moment and responded.

"I was a mercenary and bounty hunter. I chased down criminals and evil organizations across the universe" He responded simply, if such a profession could even be considered simple.

Miach's blue eyes lit up with fascination.

"Fascinating. I've never met a bounty hunter quite like you. I can tell you're not lying. This honestly is quite new for me. I never even pondered the thought that there were mercenaries traveling the stars" Miach exclaimed with a fervor building in his heart and eyes.

"It's definitely something, and I can't say it hasn't been fun, but I don't plan on doing that for a while, as there's no spaceport nearby" Granolah responded, shifting his head, as his green hair had gotten caught between the cushion and carriage seat.

"I'm afraid you won't find a spaceport anywhere, as there are none in this entire cosmos. At least none that I or my fellow Gods have hear of" Miach finished with a caveat.

Granolah let out a deep breath and nodded gravely.

"This might be even worse than I thought. So what can I do on this planet while looking for a way home. Surely there is a need for mercenaries, right?" Granolah asked.

"Yes. Mercenaries, and Adventurers" Miach mused.

"What's the difference?" Granolah asked, his eyes widening slightly with curiosity.

"Well, Adventurers are similar to mercenaries in that they take jobs to clear out and kill dangerous monsters, help with construction, and work with pharmaceutical Familias to procure potion ingredients. You know about mercenaries, so there's no point in explaining that to you" Miach finished, giving a nod to the man.

"Monsters? So, they exist on this planet too?" Granolah asked.

"Yes, right below this city we are in right now is a large dungeon, full of powerful monsters, and adventurers are tasked with clearing out the monsters before they attack the city, or worse" Miach explained with a sad look. It seemed that he might have lost someone to the dungeon. Someone he must have cared for deeply.

"I see. Perhaps I might switch professions for a while. An adventurer sounds like a fun job for me. At least before I return to where I'm from, when that happens...If that happens" Granolah finished the last part with a soft whisper.

"Take your time. We're not in a rush" Miach reminded him.

"You're right. I've just got a lot of things on my mind, now including this world" Granolah replied, turning his head to look out the carriage window at the passing adventurers and buildings.

"A lot on my mind" Granolah repeated, and the carriage went silent for quite some time.