Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neo-Destiny: Beginnings of War (DEAD) ❯ Training Begins ( Chapter 8 )

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Both eyelids snapped open, revealing the dark emeralds that many girls his age have come to fancy. It is unfortunate, for the girls of course, that they were unable to penetrate the dark feeling they receive when peering into those eyes that they became infatuated with. The feeling of losing themselves, the feeling of…..death perhaps. No, death happens in a moment, this seemed to last an eternity. Not even his closest `friend' could see the soul that many have theories, and/or even, fantasies about.

However, despite the scolding he received yesterday from his parents about fighting and being late, he still wished to train. Chris took a moment recalling the events that occurred the day before. Jason is so strong. Really strong. I bet if he wanted to, he could have destroyed me with one finger. Damn! How'd he'd get so much power! I better train harder. A lot harder.

Chris stepped out of bed (which was a sleeping bag) and proceeded to dress in his favorite clothes: Black jeans, a black vest with a white shirt, black armbands, sneakers, and his favorite piece of clothing; his black bandana. This bandana depicted two creatures: a courageous tiger, outlined in yellow, on the left side of the bandana and a fierce dragon, outlined in blue, on the right side of the bandana. Both creatures had seemed poised, ready for a fight with each other.

Chris walked to the door of his room, ready to leave, but felt he had forgotten something. Chris flicked on the lights and looked around his room to try to find what it was he forgot. It would be easy finding it since his room was very plain, with only his desk, his dresser, sleeping bag, and himself occupying any space in the room. Chris liked his room with very little things, so that he could train when he been grounded or had nothing else to do. The walls were extremely plain, no poster, no calendars, no personal pictures. Just white walls. The hardwood floor; on the other hand, littered with black streaks for the young fighter's shoes, showed no signs of care.

Then, the young fighter remembered exactly what it was he forgot: the legendary sword, Excalibur. How could he forget such a sword? Chris jumped to his backpack, which lay on his desk. He rummaged through its contents until he found what he desired. Pulling out the sword, he knew it would be suspicious if he walked around with a real sword strapped to his back, so he went to his closet and pulled out a jacket with a hood. After concealing the sword very carefully on his back with the jacket on, (so that the hilt comes out of the jackets collar, allowing Chris to put the hood up without anyone knowing of the sword) he walked out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the house quietly, so not wake his parents from their sleep.

As Chris breathed in the fresh morning air, (as fresh as New York's air can get, anyways) he began to do his usual morning ritual: stretch and jog for three hours. After that, he would go to the park and practice with his new sword then patrol for any kind of challenge. As Chris finished his usual stretches and began the jog, a thought came across his mind.

Is this enough? Will I be ready, training the way I do now? I need to be stronger, faster and this isn't cutting it. Chris continued his jog, not paying attention to the world around him. Damn it! How the hell am I going to get better! How? Chris' thoughts suddenly went to the tamers and the two super Saiyans. That's it! But, I hate asking for help.

"Die you son of a bi-oof!" A stranger yelled. The newcomer was slightly taller than Chris, more toned build, brown hair that is spike up with gel (a lot of gel), hazel eyes, a bruise on his left eye, and an aura that screamed `bully' charged at Chris and received an elbow to the gut for his trouble. The kid fell to his knees and tried to not cry out in pain. Chris looked down at him with a glare that had no emotions in it.

"Hello, Blake. Nice of you to drop in, uninvited. I see that you still have that bruise from our last encounter."

Blake sucked in as much air as his now bruised lungs (and ego) would allow and stood upright, with a look of malice in his eyes. Chris remained stoic. "That was a cheap-shot last time. This time I'll be the one to give you the bruises!"

Blake charged at Chris again. Chris skillfully move to the right and used his left leg to trip Blake, sending him face first into a street lamp. Chris expression remained the same.

"Care to try again? Or, would you like dirt with your pole…again?"

"I'll…!" Chris interrupted Blake's exclamation of anger with a weak (at least to Chris) punch to the back of Blake's head, knocking him face-first into the ground. Blake attempted to get up, but the sweet embrace of unconscience took over. After realizing what he had done, Chris pulled out a cell phone from his jacket pocket and dialed three numbers.

"Hello, yes. There is this boy on the ground, unconscience and he needs an ambulance. Fifty-Third and Walden. Please, get here quickly; I believe he has a concussion." Chris hung up the phone and continued his jog while muttering one word: Idiot.

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"Ahh! This is a great day for training, isn't it, Vegeta?" Goku said, while stretching out his limbs. Vegeta sat up and scowled.

"Shut-up, Kakorate. Just shut-up." Vegeta scowled at the always-cheerful Super-Saiyan and then viewed the current surroundings. A cave in the woods. After fleeing the always emotional Bulma, the two warriors left to Goku's house where they another meet a rude welcoming. Chi-chi, tired of the fact that the two sayians always hide at the small mountain home whenever Bulma threw a fit, kick the two out and told Goku not to come to the house with Vegeta anymore. Once they realized that there was nowhere to go for the night, Goku and Vegeta decided to stay in their "favorite" cave. Vegeta was really, really tired of this particular cave.

"So, shall we spar a bit before breakfast?"

"Why not? It's not like I have anywhere to go." Vegeta mumbled the last statement to himself.

"Hey, don't be like that, Vegeta! So, we both got kick out by both of our wives, so what?! It's not like it's the first time it has happened….this week."

"I am tried of having your cooking Kakorote! All we've had is fish! I'm sick and tried of fish."

"Well maybe if you said nice things to your wife every once and a while, we wouldn't be in this predicament."

"That woman is not my wife!"

"Sure she isn't. Now let's forget what happened and go train!" Goku yelled, cheerful as always until his stomach let out a loud, echoing growl. Goku sweat dropped a bit, deciding on a different approach: "That is, after we eat, of course."

Vegeta stumbled a bit and tried to recover. "Why can't your stomach ever shut-…?" At that very moment, Vegeta's stomach thought it was a good time to make its presence heard. Both sayians sweat dropped. Vegeta crossed his arms and tried to regain what was left of his composure. "….Lets go fishing." He said quietly and walked past Goku, whom was trying to stop himself from laughing hysterically.

Both sayians walked out of the cave to a stream, across a clearing. The walk to the stream was very silent. Both sayians thought only of the events that had occurred the day before. A frown quickly replaced the patented grin that rarely ever leaves Goku's face. Before reaching the stream, Goku asked one thing:

"What do you think of Jason?" Goku asked Vegeta, with no hint of emotion in his tone.

"I wouldn't trust him. He seemed to be withholding too much information about what he knows."

"Yeah, I got that out of him too. Still, he seems to be a good enough guy to trust."

"The one to really watch out for is that boy." Goku stopped, right before stepping into the spring.

"What makes you say that?" Goku asked with a smirk of interest.

"There is a look in his eyes. A look that seemed to say, `I'll kill you if I get the chance.'" Goku rubbed his chin.

"I don't know. I sensed a lot of good in him." Vegeta spat.

"Well, while you were sensing the good in him, I was sensing the evil. He had much to offer."

"I don't think so. I mean, there was a lot of good."

"Maybe, but Kakorote, I still wouldn't turn my back on him. He has a great need to fight and you would make the perfect opponent." Goku's grin appeared on his face.

"Oh, really. What makes you think that?" Vegeta face remained its serious, uncaring self.

"Great minds think alike, Goku." Vegeta turned away from the mighty super sayian to the steam for his dinner. Goku seemed a bit confused.

"Hey, Vegeta! What do you mean by that? And, did you just call me Goku?"

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Chris stopped in mid-swing, as he smelled something he has never smelt before. This new smell was nearly identical to that of a human, but more vile and putrid. Almost like, it was….evil.

Chris sheathed the mighty Excalibur and viewed his surroundings. Trees and tall buildings of concrete buildings surrounded him at every turn, sun just about to rise above those buildings, giving it warmth to a very cold and lonely city, park bench covered in graffiti to his right, trash can next to said bench, street lamps along a single paved trail running through the park, green grass at his feet. The one thing that Chris noticed from all these things was the many different scents that filled the air. Men, women, dogs, cats, kids, birds, foods, pollution. You name it, Chris could smell it. I hate the park! It's too crowded! Now, the wind is blowing from the east. What is that smell anyways?

Chris walked over to a nearby tree to retrieve his jacket (he hung it on a low branch on that tree before he began to train), put it one, and sprinted east toward the smell. After a couple of minutes of running and avoiding trees with low branches, he arrived in a secluded part of the park. Chris smirked, noting that no one was there to interfere and searched for the source. Lifting his nose up high, he smelled something else, something fresh: Human blood.

Chris looked at the general direction of the smell and saw blood, splattered on a large oak tree. Chris walked over to said tree, and began his inspection. Claw marks plagued the tree, both human and beast alike. Chris frowned. It wasn't much of a struggle. Damn, this thing must be strong!

Chris went to view the other side of the tree, when he nearly tripped over a large, soft object. Chris looked down, expecting roots to be piercing the ground but instead found something he almost wished he did not see.

"Bastards!" Chris swore to himself, realizing that he had come too late.

On the ground, laid the body of a man in his mid-20. The body wore black joggers pants and a grey sweatshirt, now stained red from the blood escaping the great gap were the man's chest and heart were suppose to be. The corpse had cuts and bruises all across his body. Finally, his blue eyes remained open looking toward the sky. No emotion, no pain, no soul. Just looking toward the sky.

Chris clenched his teeth, trying to keep his anger and sadness at bay. Damn you! Chris placed his hand on the man's face and closed the man's eyes for the final time.

"I'm…sorry. I didn't get here in time. But," Chris said, as he stood to his feet, shaped his right hand into a fist, with malice filling his dark emerald eyes. "I won't let this happen again. I can promise you that."

Chris walked away from the body only to see a claw appear out of thin air and grab his neck. In its clutches, Chris was thrown to the side like he was a doll. Chris roll to the right to dodge another attack, this one aimed for his chest. Chris, on one knee and left hand on the ground, looked at the murder with surprise and fear.

A man, no, a monster stood before the young fighter. Chris examined his opponent. The menacing face of this being appeared to be that of a vampire bat with the teeth of a wolf drenched in blood. Brown fur covered the body of this beast with the exceptions of its sharp claws, drenched in more blood, and feet that was that of a canine's hind leg.

"What the hell…." The monster slashed at Chris with it's sharper than steel claws before he could finish his statement.

Chris dodged the blow, barely, and attempted a punch in the gut. The monster grabbed Chris by the wrist and threw him to a nearby tree. Chris grunted in pain. The monster charged. Chris rolled to the right. The monster slashed the tree. With the trunk completely cut through, the oak began to tilt, then fall toward the young hero. Chris, whom was on the ground at the time, rolled to the left avoiding the tree. Chris jumped back to his feet, looked at the monster, then at the tree. The monster, whom was on the other side of the tree, roared in delight at the fear that it could now smell from its new prey.

"Shit! Okay, that's it! Now I'm pissed off! Raaahh!" Chris yelled, taking offensive by charging the monster.

The monster skillfully moved to the sidestepped, after Chris jumped over the tree, and slashed the boy across the back. Chris fell face-first into the ground. Chris let out a growl of frustration and charged energy in his right hand to the point where it let off a blue light. Chris jumped to his feet, charged at the monster, and let the fist fly.

"Dragon Punch!" The punched connected with the monsters abdomen but to Chris' shock and dismay, it had no effect.

Chris tried again, but this time, attacked the face. It did not leave the slightest mark of impact. The monster simply stood its ground, with no indication of pain or worry for that matter. With lightning speed, the monster grabbed by the shoulders and decided it was time to get a sampler. The monster bit into Chris' shoulder until it tasted blood. Chris roared out in pain, as he struggled to get out of the grip of this fiend! His struggle was to no avail: it was too strong to overcome.

Knowing that he was beginning to run out of choices (and blood), Chris resorted to a desperate trick he learned, and prayed it worked. Chris kneed the villain in the groin. The monster, realizing what pain it was currently enduring, staggered backward, releasing Chris from its clutches. Chris fell to his knees, blood dripping at his right shoulder like water from a hose. The monster, recovered from the blow, began to stalk its wounded prey. It charged with a punch, sending Chris backward with a bruise over his left cheek. Chris fell on his back, grabbing the wound on his shoulder, trying desperately to stop anymore blood lost.

The monster clutched Chris's neck in its left claw, picked him up with ease, and used its right fist to `tenderize' its meat. The monster attacked every part of the boy's body. Feeling satisfied with the results, the monster released its grip on Chris and kicked him in the stomach, sending the young fighter a couple meters back. Chris's broken body hit the ground with an echoing thud, causing him to cough up blood. Chris rolled over to his stomach, tried to get to his feet, but fell to one knee. The monster looked on as the prey struggled and filled the park with a roar of victory.

No. I…can't see straight, Chris barely managed to think. I'm dieing! No! I can't die yet.

I have to… The monster charged, ready to make the kill.

Get…! Claws readied, the monster let its forked tongue hang loose, practically tasting the human's hot, sweet flesh on its lips.

Revenge!! The monster was close, no, too close. Chris had no way to dodge to the side, it was so close.

"Nooo!" Chris managed to let out in the brief seconds he had left.

With speed and strength he had no prior knowledge of; Chris used his right hand to reach for the mighty sword, Excalibur. Everything within those last second occurred to Chris as an eternity: fueled by instinct and adrenaline, Chris unsheathed the sword. Bringing the sword to the ground, Chris cut the monster from its left shoulder to its right thigh. Chris withdrew the sword but only to slice the monster from its left thigh to its right shoulder. Not satisfied enough, Chris jumped. Bringing the sword over his head and bringing it back down; Chris finished the monster with a cut that went from head to groin. All in the course of five seconds.

The monster stood silent, unsure of what had just occurred. After realizing what had just occurred, the monster turned. Chris, still in his final position from the last blow (which is Chris, standing hunched over, knees bent, arms straight, and the tip of the sword in the ground), took many deep breaths before he turned his head slightly to meet the graze of his opponent. The monster, at that very moment, began to fall to pieces. Arms, ribs, legs, and halves of head separated from the whole body, meeting the dirt. Once on the ground, the pieces combusted into a dark purple flame. After a minute of burning and sounds of demons screams heard from the flames, the pieces turned to dust. The dust was then picked up by the wind, never to be seen again.

Chris remained still, as did the rest of the park. The only sound heard was the boy's heavy breathing, that only seemed to get more and more labored with each breath. Feeling the last of his warm blood leave him, Chris stood upright, turned to the corpse of the man, then fell face-first; sword never leaving his hand. After hitting the ground, Chris, with a dark smirk across his face, muttered one last word: "Bang…"

Chris let out his last breath, drifting into darkness….

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A/N: Oh, man. Toward the end…I don't know. I was getting tingles. No not that sick fairy wanna-be Tingle. *Shudders then crowd laughs* Seriously. I'm really started to get excited here about what's going on next. I can't keep still. That and I had 10 cans of 7-Up prior to this. But trust me its all excitement….mostly excitement….half excitement….okay, its all soda but still. I really hope you enjoy this because I stayed up late writing this. (I know, I'm in shock too.) Who the hell is that? (Your conscience.) Oh, no! It's happening again. (Yep. You really need to lay off the soda, man.) Oookay, well it's 11:20 now and I need at least 12 hours of sleep so I'm going to fight off this bastard and go to bed. Bye all! *waves* (Y'all come back now, you hear.)