Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neo-Destiny: Beginnings of War (DEAD) ❯ Return Home and a Bank Hiest. ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Dragonball Z. Although if I did own either one of them, I would always buy that pizza that I always wanted………. Sorry. Sort of zoned out there. Yeeah. Let's get on with the chapter. Stop talking to me, pizza!

"Hurry up in there! I need to go back to my gravity room and train!" Vegeta yelled while knocking on the door that Jason used.

"Vegeta! That isn't a very nice thing to do!" Goku scolded.

"Shut the hell up, Kakorate! I am the Prince of all sayians! That means you, damn it!"

"Aww, you wouldn't want that to happen," Goku replied with his patent grin.

"Why the hell not?" Vegeta gritted through his teeth.

"We wouldn't have as much fun if I did everything you said."

"Says you," Vegeta mumbled to himself. "Very well Kakarote. I will wait for this inferior being to retrieve what ever he needs to retrieve, but if he is not back in five minutes, I will BLAST HIM TO THE NEXT DEMENSION!!!" Vegeta said, or rather, yelled to the door.

"…Why do you have to yell every time you say that?" asked Goku.

Almost on cue, Jason came walking back into the room with a small black box. All eyes immediately went on him.

"Sorry it took so long. I haven't had to use these for a very, very long time, so I misplaced them," Jason said as he smiled.

"Just tell us what it is because one of us is about to have a mental breakdown," Chris said while looking at Vegeta.

Jason sighed and opened the box. There, laid nine small, clear spheres. Each sphere had a small light in the center. Vegeta became enraged.

"JEWERLY! You kept us waiting this long for JEWERLY!" The frustration the saiyan prince felt nearly forced him into his super form.

"Before you blow up this planet, I will explain what these sphere are for. These Orbs can transport you to any place you wish to go. All you have to is hold the Orb in your hand, and imagine the place you want to go to. The orb will open a vortex, similar to the ones you all entered…"

"…Against our wills I might add," Vegeta said with his trademark scowl.

"…to get here," Jason finished.

"So it's like the Instant-Transmission?" Goku asked a little confused.

"Yes and no. The Instant-Transmission can bring a person anywhere in that dimension, as long as they are not in a magical being. The Orbs can bring a person anywhere, in any dimension, so long as the Orbs have energy. In order to replenish the energy of these orbs, you must leave them in the sun for thirty minutes." Jason handed out the orbs to each person. Takato looked at his Orb and looked back at Jason.

"Does this mean we can go back home now?" Takato asked about what kind of reaction everyone back home would have.

"Yes and one more thing. You Digimon are not the only ones to return to you." Jason smiled, then disappeared.

* * *

"Mom! Dad! I'm home and I brought a friend!" Takato yelled with a huge grin.

"That's great. Will your friend be staying for din… oh my!" Takato's mother, Mrs. Matsuki gasped and dropped the plate she was cleaning. Mr. Matsuki heard the plate and went to investigate.

"What was that noise? Oh! Hi, Guilmon! It's nice to see that your back. Do you want some bread while we wait for dinner?"

"Do you have any left?" Guilmon asked in anticipation. Mr. Matsuki father smiled.

"Of course we have some left! This is a bakery after all! But, just to be on the safe side, I'll make a loaf of Guilmon bread, just in case," he smiled, knowing what would happen next.

"Yes! Guilmon Bread!" Takato sighed. Looks like things will go back to normal. At least, as normal as living with a red dinosaur type Digimon can get, anyways.

* * *

Henry sighed, thinking about how his family would react to Terriermon's reappearance. Terriermon, who was standing on Henry's shoulder, began to get impatient.

"Come on, Henry! Mou-man-tai! What's the worse thing that could happen?" Terriermon asked, waiting for the tamer's response.

"You have a point." He sighs. Henry reached for the doorknob. "Okay, here we go."

Henry turned the knob and walked through the apartment door. The first thing he noticed was the silence. It's quiet. A little too quiet. Where is everybody? Suddenly, a small voice yelled out. Henry quickly ran toward the source of the sound, Suzie's room. He reached the door and flung it open, ready for a fight.

Henry was ready for the worse, but the opposite had occurred (at least to Suzie and Henry anyways). Lopmon, who was in Suzie's bear hug of doom (to small digimon and, well, small anything cute and cuddly), tried desperately to escape, having no air going to her lungs. Terriermon, after seeing this, hid behind Henry's back, cowering in fear but it was too late. His fate had been decided.

"Priwcess Pretty-Pants!! You came back!" The young tamer ran to the terrified Terriermon and put him into the deathlock.

Lopmon, who was breathing air (thankfully), sighed. Henry could do nothing but laugh at the small Digimon's misfortune.

"Henry!" Terriermon yelled, in between gasps of air. "This isn't funny! Help me!!!"

* * *

"I can't believe this!!" Mrs. Nonaka shrieked, filling the Japanese home with excitement and joy from the return of their favorite Digimon. "This is fantastic!"

Rika smiled at her mother's joy, then, noticed that her grandmother was not as nearly surprised.

"How come you not as excited as your daughter?" Rika crossed her arms, waiting for the response.

"Because I knew that this would happen. Family is never separated for long," Mrs. Nonaka senior replied, then turned to Renamon. "It's nice to see you again. How have you been?"

"It is nice to see all of you as well. I am doing well," Renamon replied, being as polite as possible. "Well it's late; I should really go to sleep. See you in the morning."

Renamon turned to walk outside but stopped in her tracks as Rika closed the door and the two Nonaka adults grabbed the tall yellow fox by each arm, leading her to a room.

"Where do you think your going? You're part of the family and we don't let family sleep outside, now do we?" Mrs. Nonaka said with a smile. "Now you rest and I'll make something to eat. It must have been a long journey for you."

Both Mrs. Nonakas walked toward the kitchen. All the tamer and her partner could do was smile.

* * *

Both Ryo and his father climbed into the car and began to pull away. The mood was very tense.

"Where have you been, young man? Your mother and I were worried sick!" Ryo's father asked as soon as the car was in motion.

"I was with my friends, then…," Ryo was interrupted by his father.

"You are always `Out with your friends'! You need to stop thinking about you friends and focus on your school work," Ryo's father scolded.

"But dad, I'm doing well in school!"

"You can do better!" He sighed. "Listen, Ryo. All you mother and I want is for you to the best you can, and you don't do your best when your hang out with your friends all the time."

"I know." The car ride grew silent as both tried to change the subject. Ryo was the first to speak, after a long time.

"My partner is back," Ryo stated.

"What? When did that happen?"

"That's what I was trying to tell you. Here's what happened…" Ryo went into a full depth explanation of the days events.

Finally, at the end of the story, Ryo's father had one question: "So you have to save the world…again. All right but make sure your home before you dinner gets cold." Ryo's father smirked. Ryo sighed.

"Very funny dad. Anyways this time I think that we well be the ones to save the world."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that we'll be some help, but we won't do the hard work. That Chris-guy will. Don't ask me how I know, but Chris will be a great hero, I can feel it…."

* * *

"Woman! Did you fix my Gravity Room?!" Vegeta yelled as he arrived at Capsule Corporation.

"Hi Bulma!" Goku said, sensing the situation will go very wrong, very fast.

"First, I spend, what feels like, ten hours fixing what you broke, then you leave without even a thank you, then you come back home and the first thing you say to me is, `Did you fix my Gravity Room'?! Is that all I am to you, a person who fixes things you broke and the person who supplies the food?" Bulma yelled, ready to snap at any moment.

"To sum it up into one word; yes, yes you are," Vegeta simply stated with a smirk. (A/N: You can all kinda guess where this is going, right?)

* * *

Goku and Vegeta both run outside, avoiding the barrage of furniture and other items thrown at them.

"Geez, Vegeta! Why don't you tell her that she looks like an old bag, too?" At that moment, Goku felt sharp pain, as a frying pan connected with the back of his skull. "Ow!"

"That's it!! When I get my hands on you two, you'll wish you where never born!!!"

"How about you shut-up, Kakorote, and run faster!" Vegeta yelled for his dear life.

"Goku!! Vegeta!!! I'LL GET YOU!!!!" Bulma yelled at the frantic super-sayins. She threw a coffee mug at Vegeta and it hit its mark. She stopped her pursuit, and spat. "Jackass. By the, my name is Bulma!!"

* * *

Chris and Annie stepped out of the portal, back into an alley in their hometown of New York. Chris was quiet as he looked at the scene that they left behind. Two men, in their middle 30's, both passed out on the ground in the mist of tipped-over garbage cans and broken bottles. One man laid face down, blood trickling down his face from his nose. The second man sat up against the wall, a bruise began to form on his face, from one of Chris's punches. After reviewing the situation and the scene before him, Chris scowled.

"Amateurs! Weren't even a challenge." Chris placed his hands in his pockets and walked away, with Annie close behind.

"You're just in a bad mood because you lost to Jason," Annie smiled as Chris snapped.

"I didn't lose! It was a draw! That idiot didn't even see where I was aiming my punches. I mean really," Chris stopped and noticed whom he was talking too. "How many times do I have to tell you; I don't like you, I will never like, and even if I did like you I would have myself burned for liking you. So, why do you keep following me around? Don't you have anything better to do like, oh I don't know, hang out with your friends?"

"Oh come on Chris! You know your life would be boring without me. I mean, if it weren't for me, you would have never found such a worthy opponent," Annie smiled and walked away.

"Damn it! I hate when she's right. I should have never saved her life. Why me?" Chris walked out of the alley and onto the street.

I don't like this, Chris thought while walking down the street. I don't like this one bit. It seemed…too simple. What was he trying to hide? Who did he lose? Why does he hate the `abomination' so much? Why was he scared of `it', too? If this thing scares a guy that can lift trees, I'm in big trouble. I really need to train. Maybe I'll visit that Goku guy. He seems like a good sparing partner.

Chris walked to an intersection and made notes about his surroundings while waiting for the traffic lights to stop. Kids playing in the street. Mothers telling their kids to stay off the streets. Teenagers playing basketball. Doesn't seem like anything else will happen today. This is so fun! How am I suppose to train if I don't have an opponent to practice on? I swear, I'm going to fall asleep on my feet, this is boring!

At that moment, a police car sped down the street, siren blaring, toward a group of people gathered outside the bank. Chris smirked.

"Thank you, coincidence!"

Chris ran up to the scene, ready for anything. He frowned. He stood behind a crowd that had gathered in front of the locale bank. A bank heist! You've got to be kidding me! This outta be so much fun… Chris rolled his eyes.

Chris made his way through the crowd to the barrier the police had setup. Chris jumped over the blockade and came face-to-face with an officer in his mid-20's.

"Hey! You are not supposed to go over the barrier! Get back into the crowd kid!" the officer attempted to grab Chris' arm but Chris dodge and made his way toward the lieutenant.

"Hey. What's going on?" Chris asked, getting the attention to the lieutenant.

"Chris! What are you doing here?" the lieutenant asked, already knowing the answer.

"How many hostages?" Chris asked without emotion.

"What makes you think there are hostages?" Chris gave the lieutenant a `do I look stupid look' and responded.

"What kind of stupid question was that? One: you people haven't made a move yet, two: this has obviously been going on for quiet some time, and three: this is a bank heist, there are always hostages. I mean, and for lack of a better term, duh!"

"Okay, okay. I get it. Here's what's going down…." The officer Chris encountered earlier rudely interrupted the lieutenant.

"Hey! Kid! You're not supposed to be over here!" The said officer grabbed the young fighter by the arm and dragged him to the barrier. The act enraged Chris.

"You did NOT just do that!"

Chris flung his head back to hit the officer in the face, loosening his hold on the Chris. Chris grabbed the officer's arm and threw him over his shoulder. The officer landed on the floor with a loud thud and tried to get back to his feet. Chris crouched over the young officer and was ready to deliver a punch but the Lieutenant intervened.

"Chris, stop! If you strike an officer, you'll go to jail!" Chris, upon hearing this, swore at himself for nearly losing his cool and helped the officer back to his feet. While doing that, Chris whispered one piece of advice in his ear: "You better remember my face, `cause next time, you'll be losing yours."

The officer stood in shock, as Chris turned around to see that an older more experienced officer blocked his path. The lieutenant sighed, knowing if he didn't do anything, a lot of trouble would break out.

"Hey, guys! Leave him alone! That's Christopher Drakken!" he said, hoping that the officer would believe him.

"This can't be the Chris Drakken! It's just a kid. Listen you should go back to your mother, kid, before…" the officer stopped in mid-sentence as he turned back to the `kid' to see his own gun, pointed toward his head. Chris smirked.

"This is a nice gun. Too bad I have it and you don't." Chris' face turned serious as he handed the officer back his gun.

"Oh, very cute. Swipe my gun while I'm not looking. That's great," the officer replied, as he laughed and glanced over at his police buddies.

"Then you should stop looking at your buddies and start looking at me because if I wanted to, I could have knocked you out with your nightstick at anytime." Chris glared as the officer quickly snatched up his club and returned to his post in shame. Chris walked back to the lieutenant to resume the conversation. The lieutenant smirked.

"That was kind of harsh, wasn't it?" Chris glared.

"Since when do I care? Look, I'm going in. Give me two pennies."

"Two pennies? Why?"

"Just give me the pennies."

The lieutenant reached into his pocket and pulled out a penny and a quarter. Chris smirked and took the change. "If I'm not back in two hours, I'm dead." Chris turned and walked toward his newest challenge.

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So, I finally finished the sixth chapter. How long did it take, you ask. ……I don't really know. Anyways, this is the part of the fic where I say something stupid and you all point and laugh but I'm not really in the mood right now. I mean, hey look, a quarter. *Neo bends down to get the quarter and dodges a pie* Aww, it's just a bubblegum wrapper. Anyways, I hope to get the next chapter out sometime next month so be alert. *Gets hit by a 2-by-4.* London bridges falling down. *Falls*

P.S.: Thank you to my newest reviewer for the names. I would have looked on the internet and found out myself but I thought it would be better to see if you guys would know.

Random reader: *cough*Lazy! *cough*

No really! I wanted to see if you guys knew!

The three readers: Sure! *rolls eyes*

Hmm. I could've sworn I had more readers than that…. Oh well! And thanks to Biard Bloodkin for all those reviews. I appreciate it! :D