Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Destroyer ❯ My name is...? ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Mikeyguy 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts / Psychological | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts / Psychological | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
A/N: To those of you who have waited for this story's updates, I apologize. I got only one review, and although it was a good one, it was only one and I got alittle depressed. Then it just turned into pure laziness. Again I apologize. Also I should note that Jiro is not Saiyan. His race is similar to them, but there are differences. For instance, their race is a warrior race like the Saiyans and the conditions for the change to the first form are pretty much the same. But whereas Saiyans get physical changes in addition to their strength and ki, they don't. Their physical appearance stays pretty much the same. Also, they won't evolve tails. I'd say the first level transformation is somewhere between Freeza at 100% full power, and Goku at Super Saiyan. Keep in mind that their power levels were 13,000,000 and 15,000,000 respectively. In short, their slightly weaker than a full blood or half blood Saiyan. The Saiyan race probably won't make an appearance in this fic, but it there is a small possibility.
Chapter 2: My name is...?
When Jiro awoke next, he had gained enough energy to climb halfway up the crater. Taking a few hours to rest, he made it to the lip by the time the sun rose. He then discovered a town, half destroyed by the, to him, mysterious explosion. He stood slowly and looked around and then he noticed something seemed different about him. Shrugging he continued into the town, finding clothes that strangely enough did not fit him. He wondered if he had gone through a growth spurt while asleep. He stepped up to an unshattered mirror and found to his surprise he didn't recognize himself. 'W...wha...who...is that?' he wondered. His hands traveled over his face, hands that were bigger and more battle scarred than he remembered. Then it seemed as if his hands were the right size and there was nothing wrong with him. Confused, he tried to check to see if a genjutsu had been placed on him and tried to activate an ability that he never had before. When it didn't work, he panicked slightly, when another thought hit him. 'What the hell is a genjutsu?' From somewhere within came the answer, '...Art of Illusion..' in a voice that wasn't his, but at the same time was. Sitting down in front of the mirror, he asked the reflection mentally 'Who are you..?' Then he realized that he couldn't remember his name. Two names came to him. '....Jiro....Sasuke...' They echoed within his mind as he puzzled out which was his. Both sounded familiar. Then, unbidden, came another name. '.....the Destroyer....' This name reminded him of his mission of revenge. For the time being, until he could figure out his true name, he would be known as the Destroyer.
Standing Jiro searched for clothes that fitted him better, his tastes leaning towards black and dark blue, although for some reason he was sure his favorite colors were tan and pale blue. Dressed, he searched the deserted, destroyed town for food, locating a grocery that was mostly intact and still had edible food. Taking what he wanted, he found a slightly damaged house and took up residence there. For days he puzzled about his name, his identity. His past was a confusing mix of fighting an army and training with his friends. He distinctly recalled the wife he lost, yet at the same time, the woman was completely unfamiliar to him. Names, faces, even places conflicted in his mind. He searched for familiar landmarks near a place.... his home?...Konoha on a map. Finding nothing familiar, he let his gaze wonder and found the town of Razeel, which brought on painful flashes of the woman he loved, lost, and could not remember clearly. A home that was known yet alien.
Shaking his head, Jiro left, heading out side to train himself for his upcoming task. Upon discovering that he had a much wider range of taijutsu...taijutsu?...than he remembered he went through motions that were familiar to his body but alien to his mind. He tried to gather chakra for his techniques, figuring the Grand Fireball was a good place to start. Finding this impossible he went through all his techniques with increasing desperation. At first he though he hadn't recovered enough chakra to do the technique but even the simplest attacks would not work. His Sharingan did not work either, to his horror. A small voice in his mind wonder at the techniques, the Sharingan, even the word chakra. In frustration, he yelled aloud swinging at a tree, which to his surprise, broke at the point of impact, exploding outwards. He stared in awe of his power, then the thought registered that it hadn't hurt. The next thought was why would it? His skin was tougher than steel, although he couldn't figure out why.
It was then when someone appeared from around the corner in a uniform that seemed strange to him at first. He stood there, half crouched, his guard up as he watched the person. They seemed to be speaking but he couldn't understand all the words. Concentrating, he read the man's lips, trying to decipher his speech. It was if a switch had been flick in his mind and suddenly the words were clear to him. "....are you? State your name and number. If you do not comply you will be taken by force." Jiro cocked his head as the words unscrambled in his mind. Taking a moment, he carefully answered back, "Um...who are you? Where are we? What happened to this town?" The soldier, taken aback by the stranger's careful speaking and cluelessness, answered Jiro. "I am a soldier of the Empire. This is Strayfield..was Strayfield. This town was destroyed many weeks ago by an unknown explosion. What are you doing here?" At the mention of the Empire, Jiro's rage and hatred flared. At the same time the hatred evoked a face and name to surface in his mind. '....Itachi? My....brother...wha?' Gripping his head as pain blossomed within it, Jiro stumbled around moaning and fell to the ground, unconscious.
A/N: Hey guys to help make up for the missed time, I have about 3-4 chapters ready for posting, but I'm spacing them out by a day. No particular reason, just feel like it. So please review and tell me how I'm doing. Can't get better without alittle help. And perhaps a pre reader would be nice.
Chapter 2: My name is...?
When Jiro awoke next, he had gained enough energy to climb halfway up the crater. Taking a few hours to rest, he made it to the lip by the time the sun rose. He then discovered a town, half destroyed by the, to him, mysterious explosion. He stood slowly and looked around and then he noticed something seemed different about him. Shrugging he continued into the town, finding clothes that strangely enough did not fit him. He wondered if he had gone through a growth spurt while asleep. He stepped up to an unshattered mirror and found to his surprise he didn't recognize himself. 'W...wha...who...is that?' he wondered. His hands traveled over his face, hands that were bigger and more battle scarred than he remembered. Then it seemed as if his hands were the right size and there was nothing wrong with him. Confused, he tried to check to see if a genjutsu had been placed on him and tried to activate an ability that he never had before. When it didn't work, he panicked slightly, when another thought hit him. 'What the hell is a genjutsu?' From somewhere within came the answer, '...Art of Illusion..' in a voice that wasn't his, but at the same time was. Sitting down in front of the mirror, he asked the reflection mentally 'Who are you..?' Then he realized that he couldn't remember his name. Two names came to him. '....Jiro....Sasuke...' They echoed within his mind as he puzzled out which was his. Both sounded familiar. Then, unbidden, came another name. '.....the Destroyer....' This name reminded him of his mission of revenge. For the time being, until he could figure out his true name, he would be known as the Destroyer.
Standing Jiro searched for clothes that fitted him better, his tastes leaning towards black and dark blue, although for some reason he was sure his favorite colors were tan and pale blue. Dressed, he searched the deserted, destroyed town for food, locating a grocery that was mostly intact and still had edible food. Taking what he wanted, he found a slightly damaged house and took up residence there. For days he puzzled about his name, his identity. His past was a confusing mix of fighting an army and training with his friends. He distinctly recalled the wife he lost, yet at the same time, the woman was completely unfamiliar to him. Names, faces, even places conflicted in his mind. He searched for familiar landmarks near a place.... his home?...Konoha on a map. Finding nothing familiar, he let his gaze wonder and found the town of Razeel, which brought on painful flashes of the woman he loved, lost, and could not remember clearly. A home that was known yet alien.
Shaking his head, Jiro left, heading out side to train himself for his upcoming task. Upon discovering that he had a much wider range of taijutsu...taijutsu?...than he remembered he went through motions that were familiar to his body but alien to his mind. He tried to gather chakra for his techniques, figuring the Grand Fireball was a good place to start. Finding this impossible he went through all his techniques with increasing desperation. At first he though he hadn't recovered enough chakra to do the technique but even the simplest attacks would not work. His Sharingan did not work either, to his horror. A small voice in his mind wonder at the techniques, the Sharingan, even the word chakra. In frustration, he yelled aloud swinging at a tree, which to his surprise, broke at the point of impact, exploding outwards. He stared in awe of his power, then the thought registered that it hadn't hurt. The next thought was why would it? His skin was tougher than steel, although he couldn't figure out why.
It was then when someone appeared from around the corner in a uniform that seemed strange to him at first. He stood there, half crouched, his guard up as he watched the person. They seemed to be speaking but he couldn't understand all the words. Concentrating, he read the man's lips, trying to decipher his speech. It was if a switch had been flick in his mind and suddenly the words were clear to him. "....are you? State your name and number. If you do not comply you will be taken by force." Jiro cocked his head as the words unscrambled in his mind. Taking a moment, he carefully answered back, "Um...who are you? Where are we? What happened to this town?" The soldier, taken aback by the stranger's careful speaking and cluelessness, answered Jiro. "I am a soldier of the Empire. This is Strayfield..was Strayfield. This town was destroyed many weeks ago by an unknown explosion. What are you doing here?" At the mention of the Empire, Jiro's rage and hatred flared. At the same time the hatred evoked a face and name to surface in his mind. '....Itachi? My....brother...wha?' Gripping his head as pain blossomed within it, Jiro stumbled around moaning and fell to the ground, unconscious.
A/N: Hey guys to help make up for the missed time, I have about 3-4 chapters ready for posting, but I'm spacing them out by a day. No particular reason, just feel like it. So please review and tell me how I'm doing. Can't get better without alittle help. And perhaps a pre reader would be nice.