Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Destroyer ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Mikeyguy 
He who will become the Destroyer awakens, unaware of his new destiny.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts / Psychological | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 359 | Status: Completed
He who will become the Destroyer awakens, unaware of his new destiny.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts / Psychological | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 359 | Status: Completed
Chapter 1: Remembrance
Pain. Fear. Heartache. This were the first sensations he felt when he awoke. The pain he felt racked his body, but it slowly faded to the backround as he became fully concious. It faded as the fear set in. Fear to open his eyes and view the desolation around him. Then even that faded. The most horrible sensation of all arrived on the tails of his memory. Flashes of his wife, and their unborn child, a baby girl, blossomed in his mind. Then his wife flashed again, this time broken and bruised, laying half charred in a pool of her own blood. At that point his memory failed him, a void that was filled with mind numbing heartache and a sense of loss, inbetween flashes of rage and destruction. He shivered as a wind blew across him, suddenly aware of his lack of clothing. He opened his eyes slowly and discovered that he was naked, curled in a fetal position. He stood slowly, pain and numbness filling him. His head rotated, taking in the giant crater he stood at the bottom of. Flashes of him standing in the middle of a battlefield, rage, pain, and loss, filling him with unimaginable power. Power that rivaled the mightiest fighters of his race, a born race of powerful fighters. He stands there, remembering how it happened.
****Flashback****
Jiro was his name, his wife, Mara and their unborn girl to be named Shira. They were standing in his house, arguing. Jiro was leaving for the front lines to fight against the Empire. His wife, a medic in the Armed Forces, had been giving the order to go as well. Jiro knew that his wife could handle herself in most cases, but with her pregnant, he didn't want his wife and their child in danger. She wanted to be on the front lines with him, to be sure he was safe. Mara and Jiro argued long into the night. Jiro had a bad feeling and he had learned to trust his feelings. Try as he might, he couldn't convince her to stay behind, so when he left, she went with him.
**Two days later**
The battle had begun and Jiro, a Liuetenant in the AF, was leading a platoon of men against a small group of Empire soldiers. He was an exceptional fighter and had plenty of potential to become one of the more powerful fighters, but he had not the desire. He was also very good at strategy and had beaten many of the Empire's soldiers before. After disposing of the enemy, he led his group, specialists in hand-to-hand combat, to rejoin the main group they had been cut off from.
Then it happened. Jiro felt a sudden wrenching in his heart, a pain that was not physical. His subconcious psychic connection with his mate was forcfully and painfully disconnected. He couldn't understand why at first. Then he realized it could mean only one thing. Mara was dead. He couldn't feel the connection to her, or the connection to his child that had blossomed when she was conceived. Leaving his 2nd in charge, he blasted over the battefield, dodging stray fire and the flying fighters of the respective armies. Landing near the medical tent that should have housed his wife, all Jiro found was smoking craters and dead bodies lying around. Searching frantically, he heaved over a tree that had fallen on a tent. Underneath lay Mara, dead. He fell to his knees crying out in pain and despair. Then rage filled him. Rage and anger at the ones who started the war, the Empire, at the ones who ordered his wife onto the battlefield, knowing of her condition. Finally, anger at himself for allowing her to come, for giving in to her demands.
Jiro allowed the rage, pain, and despair fill him, fueling his lust for revenge. With a sudden roar of pure fury, Jiro lost himself to his pain, his heartache. His eyes showed pure white, a golden fiery aura surrounded him. He blasted towards the battle front where men were still fighting. With a huge roar, he tore into the ranks of men locked in combat, finding only enemies in his rage clouded mind. He attacked indescriminately, anything that moved died. Withing seconds he had cut out a small chunk of the huge armies gathered in the plains. After brutally killing everyone around him, he turned to find more people. Flying into the air, Jiro battered flying fighters, the best his and the other Air Force had to offer, away like flies. He charged a massive attack that lit up the sky and fired it into the midst of the heaviest fighting, blowing a huge chunk out of the land and tossing dead and dying bodies everywhere. He fire three more attacks decimating both armies. Jiro flew down in the center of the battlefield and started killing again. Then his grief came to a point, augumented by a similar pain filling him one that was alien, yet familiar. A name suddenly came to him. Sasuke....A terrible pain racked him, unlike any he had ever felt. Loosing a terrifying roar, he released a powerful attack. The pain, the heartache, was too much for him and he had given up on living. Deciding to take the battlefield with him, he self-destructed. Then a small part whispered to him. It said that it was not over, that he had to live for he was an avenger...no a destroyer....and he had to destroy those who would harm him and his family...his friends...all that he held dear. And so, within a swirling malestrom of golden energy so intense it burned his clothes off and destroyed everything within 50 miles, he reserved himself a small amount of energy, which saved his life. Then Jiro blacked out.
****End flashback****
Jiro began to stumble and try to crawl up the crater, but it was a futile effort. He was too weak and tired to move. He slumped to the ground and lay there, a soft sigh coming from his lips as he slip into unconciousness. He lay there, shivering in the cold wind, devoid of energy for days. Weeks went by before either side would venture within the crater to discover the source of the horrible explosion that had completely destroyed both their forces.
Pain. Fear. Heartache. This were the first sensations he felt when he awoke. The pain he felt racked his body, but it slowly faded to the backround as he became fully concious. It faded as the fear set in. Fear to open his eyes and view the desolation around him. Then even that faded. The most horrible sensation of all arrived on the tails of his memory. Flashes of his wife, and their unborn child, a baby girl, blossomed in his mind. Then his wife flashed again, this time broken and bruised, laying half charred in a pool of her own blood. At that point his memory failed him, a void that was filled with mind numbing heartache and a sense of loss, inbetween flashes of rage and destruction. He shivered as a wind blew across him, suddenly aware of his lack of clothing. He opened his eyes slowly and discovered that he was naked, curled in a fetal position. He stood slowly, pain and numbness filling him. His head rotated, taking in the giant crater he stood at the bottom of. Flashes of him standing in the middle of a battlefield, rage, pain, and loss, filling him with unimaginable power. Power that rivaled the mightiest fighters of his race, a born race of powerful fighters. He stands there, remembering how it happened.
****Flashback****
Jiro was his name, his wife, Mara and their unborn girl to be named Shira. They were standing in his house, arguing. Jiro was leaving for the front lines to fight against the Empire. His wife, a medic in the Armed Forces, had been giving the order to go as well. Jiro knew that his wife could handle herself in most cases, but with her pregnant, he didn't want his wife and their child in danger. She wanted to be on the front lines with him, to be sure he was safe. Mara and Jiro argued long into the night. Jiro had a bad feeling and he had learned to trust his feelings. Try as he might, he couldn't convince her to stay behind, so when he left, she went with him.
**Two days later**
The battle had begun and Jiro, a Liuetenant in the AF, was leading a platoon of men against a small group of Empire soldiers. He was an exceptional fighter and had plenty of potential to become one of the more powerful fighters, but he had not the desire. He was also very good at strategy and had beaten many of the Empire's soldiers before. After disposing of the enemy, he led his group, specialists in hand-to-hand combat, to rejoin the main group they had been cut off from.
Then it happened. Jiro felt a sudden wrenching in his heart, a pain that was not physical. His subconcious psychic connection with his mate was forcfully and painfully disconnected. He couldn't understand why at first. Then he realized it could mean only one thing. Mara was dead. He couldn't feel the connection to her, or the connection to his child that had blossomed when she was conceived. Leaving his 2nd in charge, he blasted over the battefield, dodging stray fire and the flying fighters of the respective armies. Landing near the medical tent that should have housed his wife, all Jiro found was smoking craters and dead bodies lying around. Searching frantically, he heaved over a tree that had fallen on a tent. Underneath lay Mara, dead. He fell to his knees crying out in pain and despair. Then rage filled him. Rage and anger at the ones who started the war, the Empire, at the ones who ordered his wife onto the battlefield, knowing of her condition. Finally, anger at himself for allowing her to come, for giving in to her demands.
Jiro allowed the rage, pain, and despair fill him, fueling his lust for revenge. With a sudden roar of pure fury, Jiro lost himself to his pain, his heartache. His eyes showed pure white, a golden fiery aura surrounded him. He blasted towards the battle front where men were still fighting. With a huge roar, he tore into the ranks of men locked in combat, finding only enemies in his rage clouded mind. He attacked indescriminately, anything that moved died. Withing seconds he had cut out a small chunk of the huge armies gathered in the plains. After brutally killing everyone around him, he turned to find more people. Flying into the air, Jiro battered flying fighters, the best his and the other Air Force had to offer, away like flies. He charged a massive attack that lit up the sky and fired it into the midst of the heaviest fighting, blowing a huge chunk out of the land and tossing dead and dying bodies everywhere. He fire three more attacks decimating both armies. Jiro flew down in the center of the battlefield and started killing again. Then his grief came to a point, augumented by a similar pain filling him one that was alien, yet familiar. A name suddenly came to him. Sasuke....A terrible pain racked him, unlike any he had ever felt. Loosing a terrifying roar, he released a powerful attack. The pain, the heartache, was too much for him and he had given up on living. Deciding to take the battlefield with him, he self-destructed. Then a small part whispered to him. It said that it was not over, that he had to live for he was an avenger...no a destroyer....and he had to destroy those who would harm him and his family...his friends...all that he held dear. And so, within a swirling malestrom of golden energy so intense it burned his clothes off and destroyed everything within 50 miles, he reserved himself a small amount of energy, which saved his life. Then Jiro blacked out.
****End flashback****
Jiro began to stumble and try to crawl up the crater, but it was a futile effort. He was too weak and tired to move. He slumped to the ground and lay there, a soft sigh coming from his lips as he slip into unconciousness. He lay there, shivering in the cold wind, devoid of energy for days. Weeks went by before either side would venture within the crater to discover the source of the horrible explosion that had completely destroyed both their forces.