Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neo-Destiny: Beginnings of War (DEAD) ❯ You Ask One Question..... ( Chapter 9 )

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The clash of sword against sword. Spear against spear. Fist against fist. Men against women. Father against Son. Mother against Daughter. Hatred. War. Death. Darkness. Overwhelming darkness. No hope, just the darkness.

Laughing. Sinister laughing! Someone is enjoying the pain!!

"Chaos!! Your war ends here!!"

A man, shrouded in the very darkness he is trying to destroy, stepped forward; Excalibur in hand.

"Well, if it isn't the King of Heroes, Drake!" The sinister laugh became a sinister voice. Two voices at once. What's going on? "You've finally come to slay the Ultimate Evil. How quaint. It is unfortunate, however, that you will die, ending the hope of the cosmos."

"The only one that will die is...." Drake charged as he spoke but stopped as another figure stepped in his way. Spear in hand, the figure cut through the darkness, into Drake's abdomen.

Drake looked at the attacker's face, realizing who it was. Drake shocked and confused, dropped to one knee, a crimson liquid leaking from his stomach onto the ground.

"Y....you? But why?" Drake cough twice, blood dripping from his mouth. "I may die here, Chaos, but another will come. The Light will arrive to slay the evil in the universe. With Darkness, the boy will bring the balance that this dimension so desperately needs. Then, they will destroy the Ultimate Evil and send it back to the Valley!"

"Drake!" The voice nearly spat. "You still don't get it! That false prophecy will never come true!"

Drake fell forward, breathing slowed. Drake, King of Heroes, was to breathe his last breath. With it, he snickered.

"You're the one that doesn't get it......" Drake smirked. "...... It's already coming true....."

Chris sat up in a cold sweat. He had this dream many times in the past, especially after his first fight. Chris smirked as he lifted his left hand to his face, wiping away the sweat. The boy laughed, the only one seeing the humor in the dream. That dream gets more and more vivid each time he dreams it. He almost saw the face of the man as he died!

Chris stopped the fit of laughter as he noticed he was in a bed that was in a dark room. Chris had no clue how or why he was here. What the..? I thought I was at the park. How the hell did I get here?

The room was small with one large window. The room contained the necessities: desk, dresser drawers, bookshelf with many schoolbooks, the bed and bed stand, and pictures of family and friends. The floor was wood, the wall curved into the ceiling, and the smells seemed to be that of the mountains.

Chris attempted his hand at walking, but the broken ribs and bruised body made it difficult for the boy to turn and step out of bed. Chris took a second to look at the picture, finally realizing exactly where he was. The door opened.

"Oh! You're awake! I was starting to worry when you didn't wake up. How do you feel?" A middle-aged Japanese woman stepped through the door. With raven black hair in a bun, she held a tray of bandages and food. Chris stared into the woman's eyes, confirming his suspicions.

"To be honest, I feel like shit, I'm drained of most of my energy, and I don't have the slightest clue how the hell I got here," Chris smirked, then leaned back on the bed stand, left hand behind his head. "Otherwise, I feel great."

"Well, you certainly have an enthusiastic spirit," the woman replied very dryly. "Don't worry. You among friends."

"No offense but one: I don't have friends, just allies; two: I wasn't the slightest bit worried, just confused; and three: where is your husband, Goku, Mrs. Chi-Chi Son?"

Chi-Chi stopped her approach toward the boy, confusion and suspicion filled her dark brown eyes. "How do you know all that? Did Goku tell you about me?"

"You already know that I met Goku before." Chris pointed to the picture of Goku and Chi-Chi, in each other's arms. "I knew you two we're married from the picture."

"That still doesn't explain how you knew my name," Chi-Chi stated, not fully satisfied with his answer, knowing something amiss. Chris's smirk became more sinister and secretive.

"What can I say?" Chris, eyes hinted to something evil, talked in a soft, darkened tone, "I'm psychic..."

The room filled with a deafening silence. Chris's eyes remained locked on the woman's eyes. Emerald eyes seemed to pierce the woman's very soul, digging deeper and deeper until she could not stand it. Those same eyes bore into soul even when Chi-Chi looked away. No escape. No freedom. Just those emeralds, digging, peering, until Chris had enough. Chris turned his gaze to the tray held in Chi-Chi's hand.

"Do you mind handing the tray over? I'm pretty hungry and I'd like to change my bandages by myself." Chi-Chi finally recovered, only stammered.

"Um, y-yeah. S-sure! Here," Chi-Chi handed the tray over to Chris, then quickly exited the room. Chris sighed.

Well. You don't see to many pure-hearted people like her everyday. At least, not back at my world. I wish that wasn't true, however. Maybe I wouldn't have been..... Chris shook the last thought out of his head. I wonder if her two sons are the same. I hope they don't have her temper, however, that would complicate things, quite a bit. How did I get here anyways? Was it that orb? Did I even use it? Hell, did I even bring it with me? Hey, where's my sword?!

Chris eyes darted, left-to-right, trying to find Excalibur. To his relief, it leaned by the door, brilliant as ever. Relieved, Chris decided it was time to pump some blood to his legs. Chris placed the tray on the bed stand, then tried to stand. Very slowly. Testing his legs and finding that they worked, Chris stood upright. After deciding that it would not be smart to stretch (from trial and error, one might add), Chris looked at himself.

His shirt had been taken off to apply the bandages and medicine to his shoulder. Chris still wore the black pants and socks that he had on that day, but all the blood and dirt had disappeared. Chris assumed that Chi-Chi had washed it while he was unconscious. Chris brought his left hand up to his forehead and felt for his bandana. The cloth must have also been dirty, for it was not on Chris' forehead.

Chris took in a deep breath, appreciating the aroma of fish, salad, mashed potatoes, and fried rice. Chris knew at that moment that the soup would not be enough. Chris quickly changed his old, bloody bandages, found his jacket, then preceded to the door (with much difficulty). Chris reached for the door, subconsciously, with his right hand, griping at the pain. Chris, deciding it was better to use his left hand instead, turned the knob.

Chris squinted, blinded by the sudden light increase. When his eyes adjusted, Chris walked over the dinner table of the small, domed home. Chi- Chi looked over her shoulder for a second, realizing that there was someone else in the room.

"What are you doing? You shouldn't be out of bed! You haven't recovered!" Chi-Chi rushed over to the injured boy, grabbed his arm gently, trying to assist him to the bed. Chris shrugged off the gesture of assistance immediately. Chi-Chi stood stunned.

"No offense Mrs. Son, but I don't need anyone's help." Chris pulled out a chair and sat down. Chi-Chi, being the woman that she is, began her angry lecture as she went back to her work.

"What is it with men and help from women?! I swear, it's as if it would kill you just to have a little help. I mean..." Chris realized that he offended the woman, so he put on his innocent act to try to cover up the fact that he did not really care.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Chi-Chi, if I offended you. It's just that you have already done so much for me, I feel like a burden." Chris put on his best fake, warm, loving smile. In an instance, Chi-Chi's anger had disappeared, forgetting everything that had happened earlier.

"Oh, you're not a burden! Don't think that! Would you like a snack before my husband returns?" Chi-Chi smiled back, surprised by the well- mannered boy.

"No, wouldn't feel right eating before everyone gets here."

"Trust me; it would be better if you ate now than later." Chi-Chi offered Chris an apple. Chris took it, saying thank you. Chris savored every bite.

Chi-Chi went back to the dinner she was preparing while Chris finished the apple. After a moment of silence, Chris tried to start a conversation.

"So, do you have any children?" Chi-Chi smiled as she continued to work.

"Yes, two sons. Both are like their father."

"Really." They must be fighters too. Chris smirked. "What are their names?"

"Gohan and Goten. Gohan is sixteen and Goten is eight. Both of them are as kind and stubborn as their father. No matter how hard I try, I can never get them to completely focus on their school work."

"Boys will be boys." Chi-Chi laughed.

"That may be true. What is your name anyways?"

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! That's very rude of me. My name Christopher Drakken. You may call me Chris, if you prefer."

"Well Chris, it's nice to know the name of the boy whom I've been taking care of for the past three days. I have a question for you though."

"What is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

"How did you know my name?" Think fast, Chris, think fast!

"I-I woke up once. I don't remember when, or why, but I heard you and Goku talking. He had called you Chi-Chi so I assumed that was your name."

"Oh! For a while there, I was begging to think that you we're really psychic." Chi-Chi laughed at how silly she was, while Chris tried to calm himself. Nice one Chris. If this whole fighting thing doesn't work, you could always be and actor or something. Of course, that would be boring as hell. After Chris congratulated himself, the door of the small, domed home opened, allowing a boy (around sixteen), a girl at the same age, and a boy that looked exactly like Goku only smaller.

"Mom, we're back! I invited Videl over." Gohan said as he hugged his mother. Videl quickly added, "I hope it's not an inconvenience."

"Of course it isn't an inconvenience! I'll set another plate for dinner." Chi-Chi went to the cupboard to retrieve another plate.

"Thank you Mrs. Son," Videl turned to Chris. "Who are you?"

Chris blinked, realizing that she was also a fighter. What the hell?! How many people fight in this dimension? "Oh! My name is Christopher Drakken. Whom, may I ask, are you?"

"My name is Videl. I go to school with Gohan. You look pretty beat up. What happened?"

Chris's darker side could not help but reveal itself. "I was in a fight," Chris smirked. "I almost lost. But by the look of you, you've gotten in your fair share of fights as well."

"Well, of course! I'm the daughter of Hercule!" Videl smiled, showing pride in her father.

"Hercule? Do you mean the son of Zeus, Hercules?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Zeus? Who's that?" Chris's sunny disposition disappeared, replaced with a menacing glare, boring right into Videl.

"Why didn't Gohan take credit for defeating Cell, at the Cell Games?" Everyone stopped what he or she were doing, just to stare blankly at Chris. Goten was the first to speak.

"Mom, how did he know that Gohan beat Cell?" Gohan turned to his mother, whom in turn, stared at Chris. Everyone, besides Goten, glared suspiciously at Chris. Chris face returned to its serous, uncaring self. I guess the jig is up.

"How did you know about that?" Gohan glared at Chris, ready for a fight.

"Let's just say, you're not the only one with powers," Chris replied with a smirk.

"Hey, Chi-Chi! I'm back with the senzu beans!" Goku yelled before he entered the small mountain home. "Oh, Gohan, Videl! You're back from school."

The group (minus Goku, whom was oblivious as usual) kept their eyes trained on Chris. Chris crossed his arms, then looked at Goku. Goku remained in the dark.

"...What's going on here?" Before Gohan could answer, Chris gave a response.

"You ask one question, then everyone thinks your evil," Chris looked back at the rest of the group before standing up with a sarcastic note. "Wow, tough crowd."

"He knows about the Cell Games." Gohan said plainly. Goku smirked.

"So Jason was right in his assumption that you could save the world," Goku smirked while Chris glared. "Here, this will help your wounds."

Goku reached into a small pouch and pulled out a small, green bean. Goku handed the bean to Chris. Videl objected.

"Is that a good idea?" Chris decided to add something.

"Yes, the weak fool has a point. Is it a good idea? I could just kill you all after I heal. Yes, a slow, painful death." Goku smiled at the boy's suspicion.

"You might, but you won't. Killing isn't your style, especially killing women. It wouldn't matter if you did, because you couldn't us if you tried. I know you know that much."

"Oh, and what makes you say that?" Chris glared, full force.

"You spared that yellow diggyman. I don't know what your motivation for fighting is, but you have some sort of an honor code." Chris smirked, realizing that the man may be a bigger challenge than he first thought.

Chris placed in the bean in his mouth, finding it a bit bitter, then swallowed, surprised by the results. All the pain he felt by simply breathing had left his body. The loss of energy he had felt by stand had also left. Chris felt like he was not even in that fight with the monster. No, that is not correct. Chris felt, stronger, like every blow had only added to his power. Chris loved that feeling, he could never have enough.

Deciding to explore his new abilities, Chris walked to the door, ignoring the stern looks from everyone (except Goku, whom was smirking). Chris reached for the knob, expecting quick waves of throbbing pain. None came. Chris opened the door then stepped out, letting the fresh, cool mountain air hit his skin. Chris walked out a bit further, enjoying the cool grass between his toes. Chris placed his hands on his bandages, grabbed it at both sides of his abdomen, then ripped the cloth from his body. The wind picked up, carrying the bandages away with it.

Chris turned, bowed to no one in particular, then went to a fighting stance. Just opposite of him, appeared the monster. But, the only one that could see it was Chris. Of course, the monster was not really there to begin with. Chris simply imagined it there.

"Yes," Chris whispered to himself, about to let out his hatred. "Yes, just like that."

Chris could hear the wind blow, just like that day. Chris could smell its breath, the man's blood, its hunger, the city. Everything. To Chris, it was exactly like that day. Blood. The sun was beginning to rise over the high raises. Blood. Trash left carelessly out of the trash can. Blood. Just like that day. Blood. His sword in hand. Blood. The man's body, lifeless. Blood. The family of that man. Blood. Thoughts of his mother, crying for her dead son. Blood. Knowing that her son will never return. Blood. All his hopes. Blood! Everything he has ever done in life, wasted. Blood.

Chris shut his eyes, clenching his fist tightly. Put it away Chris! It's over. You finished that thing.

I should have done more! I shouldn't have been beaten that badly!

You did all that you could do!

His eyes! They were....blank....

Of course! He was dead! Death happens....

Not to the young!! The young are the future!

Dude you sound like an old man! Chris smirked.

Yeah. So what?

You know what happens to the old. Chris nearly broke into a laugh.

Is that a bad thing?

"Uh, Chris? Are you okay? Did I give you a bad senzu bean or something?" Chris opened his eyes, emeralds glaring into Goku.

"Goku," Chris said as a dark smile appeared on his face. "Let's go!"

Chris charged; sights set on the legendary Super-Saiyan.......
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