Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Grains of Sand ❯ Devastation ( Chapter 1 )

Rating: R right now, but it'll catch on to steamy NC-17 (Rowr)
Pairings: Gu x V right now but will add on other pairings.
Warnings: In this chappy- Bad language, Android 18 bashing (literally), AND I COMPLETELY SCREWED UP SOME TIMELINES!! (WEE!) Oh! And it starts off first POV, then moves to third omniscient. Also, a lot of OOC-ness.

The timeline business: (takes in a deep breath) Ok! Um... I really didn't put any villains after the whole 'Majiin Buu' episode (I'm so poor I watch it on Cartoon Network -Eep! - but I'm slowly buying DVDs or VHS- whatever!) In my story- they (The Saiyans) can go WAAAAAAY past SSJ4 (I put in how high in later chapters) I'm not too keen on how they go to SSJ4, so I put in MY version of it, and don't y'all bitch to me about how it REALLY goes! So PHFT! (Raspberries with tongue stuck out)...

Disclaimer: I no own DBZ. If I did I would have just five Sayains, one male Android, one male Human (Y-to the-A-to the-M-CHA), and one Namekian locked up. Then I will keep them to myself so I can entertain myself with all the YAOI I want. (Selfish, non?)

/Thoughts/
* Dream-like state *

Chapter One- Devastation

BLAM! An explosion shakes the ground to more rubble. Dismembered body parts litter the dirt; the horrid stench of death. The shrill cry of a beachball-sized white ki blast is heard descending towards Earth. BLAM! There is the sight of more bodies falling victim to that terrible blast. I don't know what's worse; watching my men die by my feet…

Or watching them die under the hands of those monsters.

Androids. They've plagued mankind far too long. Many times they're filled with hope of conquering this planet I've recently called `home', but one force stands between them and victory. One word- Sayains; always have, always will be.

Goku, who I affectionately call `Papa', Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and `Tousan', his real name is Vegeta. Like the Androids, they take no mercy. At least that is how it went in the first three years.

My people are split up into three groups: Gohan leads one by himself, Trunks & Goten lead the second, then Tousan & Papa. We all know there is a big chance we will not see each other again, and we wish each other luck.

I am with Tousan & Papa, as another leader you might say. Tousan supplies the tactics, while Papa and I follow them. Our first battle takes a toll on our numbers. It is against four females and two male Androids. Their snide remarks; those shit-eating smirks. Taking down the males is easy. But the females, they didn't break from each other- keeping like one circle of eyes, arms, and legs that shoot blasts or slice a warrior in two. Everytime one of my people comes within a few feet of that crude `ring' they don't even have a chance to realize how close they are. But Papa & Tousan finally find the weak spot- the Androids move in a pattern resembling a broken record. One head turns left, the other turns right. When that happens, it creates a gap, large enough for a ki blast.
Tousan distracts them, and Papa shoots a Kamehameha. It works; they blow apart into four separate and vulnerable Androids. I have the honor to give the signal…

The next several battles are like that- victorious… `Til that one dreadful day.

We have just finished the last of the male Android scum. We lost a great deal of men, but not enough to shatter us. By now, it's near dusk. Things start quieting down; a random explosion echoing from miles away, the sound of rubble from what was left of a building finally crumbling down. We're all spread out among spots of bond fires, roasting food from a recent hunt. A light celebration, what you Ningens call it. *

Music is playing joyously over the sounds of gay laughter, merriment, and the crackle of fire. Several feet away, from the joyous warriors, three figures sit near their own fire. The air around them reek strength, pride, and love.
Maps are strewn about on blankets, avoiding the sand from the desert. One inspects them, calculating with millennia of experience in battle- etched in blood.

From the posture and muscles chiseled into the body, it's clearly male. Auburn-colored hair, taking shape of long sleek, copper flames, defying gravity like no one's business. His skin a light mocha color from years of sun exposure; but not a wrinkle or a hint of a freckle on that satin skin. Scars adorn his arms, also one gnashes down the right side of his face- a close call and a mistake he'll never repeat again. But it doesn't hide the beauty that face holds. Ridged, angular planes, full of defiance, and yes- royalty. His eyebrows fix into a permanent scowl as he is concentrating on wracking his brain. But no matter the action, he's still scowling.
It is once said his eyes bore the resemblance of a rock called "Apache Tear": to the naked eye, the rock appears noir-black, cold, and is hard to the touch. But when you hold it up under light, you see something hidden within- a single tear-shaped casing. Inside that rock holds the sorrow of an Apache, encased for eternea. For this man, his light is his family; and though no tear is revealed: joy, care, honesty, patience, admiration, humor, pride, and of course love take it's place.

His chest adorns a black skintight spandex tank top, with black worn spandex molding down his muscular thighs and legs. Dark grey shin-length boots cover his feet, with a matching combat vest made of jean and fingerless gloves encase his small but iron-like hands, giving him an edge. Around his waist at first glance looks to be a fur belt. But on closer inspection, the furry length leads to his back, starting from the base of his spine. A tail.

Across the other side of the fire, his counterpart rests against a boulder- comfortably, for such a hard surface. He is taller, baring more muscles along his frame. His skin the color of wet sand from the sun. But like his counterpart's, he bares neither wrinkle nor freckle. Raven black hair sweeps past his knees, all wrapped up in a chord of thick braid, except for lone forelocks that jut out above his head in a wild manner; like glass shards painted black. His face is masculine, like his companion's, but a softer expression tones his face into a younger, naïve look. His eyes are obsideon also, and show a light forever flickering behind them. Curving up the left side of his chin is a deep-rooted scar, symbolizing a close call for him also.

His ensemble resembles a modern day samurai; tan-colored loose-fitting pants, with a soft blue gi top that can open in the front. A white sash wraps around his slim waist many times, its' purpose to hold his pants up with another sash to keep his shirt closed. Navy blue boots with gold trim encase his feet. Wrapping around his left bicep is a gauze wrap, stained faintly with blood. Around his waist wraps his own tail, a much darker brown than the other's.

His eyes watch the tiny, sleek, and sleeping form snuggled protectively against his chest. Lifting a callused hand, his fingers run through the locks of silver belonging to the form he holds so tenderly against him. The locks capture the light from the flames, making them glitter teasingly towards him. The form stirs a bit under him, only to wrap itself closer to him, face nuzzling between his pectorals. Pointy feline ears protruding from the crown of the form's head perk up a bit in laziness. He smiles sweetly. Like a father holding his baby. He feels the slight intake of breath, taking in his scent, then the warm puff of exhaling.

A slight rasp escapes the throat of the small form. The head lifts up slowly towards him, ears perking straight up. His arms are slightly tickled by a whip-like white-furred tail, belonging to the girl he holds. Ruby red eyes twinkle against the flames, giving them a mischievous humor. Those gems disappear behind eyelids as they close, shaping in a narrow oval, the outer corners slanting upwards. The lids open again, delighted eyes seeing the man holding her. They frame a face that's too tender for a male's, but sleeker than a female's. Cheekbones are visible and cheeks are slightly sunken, giving a defiant shadow effect. Plump pale lips, full of verbal assaults that can bring the mightiest of the warriors to their knees.

Her attire resembles an Amazon Warrior on PMS. Consisting of brown and battered rawhide. There's a one-strapped top cut just under her subtle breasts; shorts that can make daisy dukes look like pants, and knee-high moccasin-like boots tying around her calves by strong vine. Armbands wrap tightly around her muscular biceps, with what seems to be a language of some sort burned into them. A tiny waist pack made of rawhide is tied to her shorts against her hip with tiny leather strings.

"You slept through the festivities," Goku whispers at her. His voice has deepened ever since his days of beating Chibi Buu. She smiles, revealing ivory fangs that tuck her bottom lip in a bit.
"I'm awake now," her naturally raspy voice whispers back, letting it die in the air. But she knows he heard her. He smiles also, then leaning down he presses his lips tenderly against her forehead in a heartfelt peck.

"Indeed you are," his warm lips move against her skin. She closes her eyes, sighing out deeply. A deep rumbling escapes her chest. The vibrations echo through him and he revels in the content feeling.

The auburn-haired man perks his head up when he hears purring. Looking through the flames, he sees his lover holding their daughter. He sighs.
Lover, he who loathed the word at one point, like he loathed Kakarott, so long ago. He got use to it pretty quickly, surprising even himself… `Lover'. It trips off the tongue, leaving a nice taste, but not as nice as his lover's kisses. Each one different and yet, mind-blowing. Not to mention other regions of his anatomy…

A smile molds on his face; one he lets out to his only family that means so much to him. And two of them are sitting across the fire from him. The smile is warm, inviting; something he never was until he realizes he has a daughter…

"What are you smiling about, Tousan?" her voice takes him from his trail of thoughts. He is so out of it, he doesn't even catch them moving to his side. She sits on her knees right in front of him, lower legs tucking under her, then leaning on her arms, using her knuckles for support. A slight mischievous smile graces her lips, her eyes twinkling with child-like wonder as the tip of her tail dances.

"I was just thinking about how much I love you two," he responds low, then sits up to lean back against a boulder. That signals her to turn around and lay against his chest. His arms tuck under her chin, looping around her neck, as the fingers on one hand delicately strokes the side of her silky face. Turning his head a bit, he can see Goku staring at him, raw love in those twinkling eyes of burning coal. Vegeta ushers him over with a hand and Goku obliges.
He fits the front of his tall frame against his compact lover's left side; they fit like the right puzzle pieces. One hand lightly traces the muscles that make up Vegeta's thigh, the other petting those flame locks, as his lower left leg swings over Vegeta's own left, trapping it.

"What about Trunks-kun, Goten-kun, and Gohan-sama?" She asks low. Vegeta's eyes flutter closed, as he presses his nose deep within her unbelievably silver hair. The smell of after a rainstorm. Oh, how he loves the rain.
"I love them too, of course," he muffles in her hair, feeling her slight shiver from his warm breath hitting her scalp.
"Do you think they're still okay?" she asks.
"We know they're okay, Luna," his deep-voiced lover responds. Vegeta watches her head turn to Goku. "If something were to happen to them, they would've telepathically told us, and we would be there in a split second-"

"Too bad I cut them off first." a much different voice blurts out and the three spring up to find a figure a few feet behind them. Though the figure is too far from the fire, their eyes can see clear as day. The form is clearly female with a curvy, sleek body and silky straight blonde hair. Bright blue eyes slant a bit towards her nose. Her clothes are splattered with blood, but not a smudge on her skin, like she washed before arriving. She chuckles lightly with a smug smile while flicking a lock of hair over her shoulder.

Vegeta and Goku gasp in horror. Luna looks back and forth between them and the woman in confusion.
"Eighteen," Goku breathes out.
"I prefer `Super Eighteen', if you don't mind," she replies.
"You were killed by Buu!" Vegeta exclaims in anger, fists clenched tightly. By his posture, it clearly shows he's protecting Luna from this woman.
"You're thinking about the first version of me. I must admit you did a good job changing her- what with wishing her back human, marrying a midget ex-monk, and birthing an ugly brat," she arrogantly states. She picks at her sleeves, straightening them.

Goku responses with a low, threatening growl that sounds nothing close to human.
"She found out about love and she changed on her own will!" he yells. She chuckles heartily, stopping abruptly.
"Either way she was weak. In my opinion, she should've been killed first than her brother." That earns a low warning growl from Vegeta. "Changing the subject I have a present. Well, few, that you're just gonna die to see," mocking the American slang, she then reaches into the pocket of her jeans, and pulls out something that resembles hair. She then tosses them to Luna. The girl catches them. Opening her palm slowly, there are indeed a few locks of hair, held separate by fabric. Two the color of black charcoal, the other a light lavender color; each soft in texture.

"No," Luna breathes out in morbid dread. She slowly looks at Vegeta with something, anything to convince her she's not seeing this. He takes her hand and looks at the locks carefully. At first, he doesn't respond. Goku looks to see what is thrown at her. His reaction is snatching them, not believing either. Vegeta closes his eyes and collapses on one knee, with his right hand covering his eyes.

"You BITCH!!" Luna screams while facing the Android. Goku snatches her from the ground before she can even think of going at that blonde. He presses her tightly against him, letting her chant-scream "NO!" into his chest. His eyes slit in anger, eyes flashing like flames of a fire… And the Android is gasoline.
Vegeta slams his left fist against the ground, breaking the earth up. By now soldiers pile around to see what's wrong. They know to stay back.

"I take it you knew those warriors. Don't fret, they put up a good fight. But it ended too quickly, unfortunately," she says, sounding almost bored. Vegeta's head snaps up.
"You want a fight?!" he strips his vest off in a matter of nanoseconds. "You got one!" he bellows, ripping his shirt and gloves clear off his skin. Leaping to his feet, he summons his ki in a short range of time, raising up to SSJ level 4. Red fur covers his arms, stopping at his wrists and edging around his pectorals and abdomen, as well as covering his tail. His hair lengthens, locks spewing over his shoulders and down between his shoulder blades. His eyes turn green as red edges around his eyelids.

With a war cry, he charges at her. She smirks a bit. Luna shoves away from Goku to watch Vegeta and the blonde Android blur into thin air. There's a shrill of energy bursting from behind her. Turning, she sees Goku with his shirt tossed aside and pink fur covers him in the same manner as Vegeta's. His eyes are yellow with the same red as Vegeta's. His hair unravels from the braid, taking shape of a waterfall of spikes.
He looks down at her.
"Stay here," he orders.
"No, Papa! Let me help!" She cries out while grabbing his lower right arm in a desperate plea.

"Luna, no! We can't risk you fighting at this state. She'll capture you and we would have no choice but to surrender," he explains in authority.
"But what if-"
"No. Stay," he orders; voice threatening in a fatherly manner for her not to push it. She gets the point and backs down. She then watches him disappear in a blur. Her eyes move rapidly, ears taking in the sounds of battle. A minor sight of red. Pink swirls by. She suddenly flips backward. A split second after, the Blonde Android slams in the spot where Luna stood, making a dent as dust rises.
Vegeta straddles her chest, gagging her. Spectators watch with cries of victory.

"Yeah right," the blonde rasps out. She lifts a hand and a ball of energy forms in her palm. She shoves her palm against his chest, blasting him off her.
"Tousan!" Luna cries out, taking a step, but then remembers she must stay back. Cries of horror come from the crowd behind her. The Android flips onto her feet, not noticing a fist barreling towards her. It slams against her face, having her fly back. Luna leaps onto her stomach to the ground as the people of her clan dodge out of the way. Luna covers her head as the body passes over her. Hearing the victorious bone-crushing sound of a body slamming into boulders, Luna lifts her head to see Goku smirking at his blow.

She looks behind her, watching the Android rise from the rubble, and a booted foot slams into her spine. The Android shrieks out as she flies forward with her back arched in pain. She lands a few meters away, after scrapping across the earth by her face. Recognizing the dark grey boot, Luna smiles with pride. She sits up slowly and watches Vegeta appear out of thin air above the wounded body of the Android. He grabs a wrist and merely swings her up straight into the air. Watching her trail away, he lifts both palms to her, and a large yellow sphere forms between the hands. He lets it go, having it shrilling towards the blonde.

Nanoseconds later, there's a large explosion of blinding white light and Luna turns away, covering her eyes with an arm. As it dies down, she blinks rapidly to gain her vision back. Then looking up into the spot where she last sees the Android, nothing is there. She looks around, finding nothing. She then jumps up swinging her hands in the air.
"Woo-hoo!" she hollers out as a thunderous cry of victory comes from her people. She runs to Vegeta just as he powers down to normal level. She jumps on him as he catches her. Laughing and cheering, she is swung around in his arms.

Goku smiles, powering down also. He felt that powerful ki die out like a light when the ki blast exploded.
But his Saiyan instincts tell him it isn't over just yet...

He is right.

The only warning he gets is the sound of puncturing skin. Pain seizes him in an instant. He watches Luna cry out and Vegeta yell something, but he doesn't hear it. He can't, it's like a train wreck in his head. Pain graces his handsome face, as he looks down to see a blood-covered fist protruding out from the middle of his chest, clutching his still-beating heart in it's hand. His clothes are stained with his own blood.
The fist wrenches out suddenly and he collapses, like the arm is the only thing supporting him.
As his face lays on it's left side, he can only look up and watch the Android step over him, walking directly towards Vegeta and Luna.
In that instant his hearing comes back and all he can hear is Luna screaming uncontrollably. The sound of a punch, then the loud thud of her body hitting the ground silences her screams.

"Damn you, metal cunt!" Vegeta bellows out.
"No," Goku whispers, suddenly choking on his own blood. With every pained ounce of strength he pulls his hands under his chest, and pushes up enough for him to look up ahead. He watches everything unbelievably slow down, like a movie: Vegeta whips around to chop at her neck, but she blocks it instantly. She then fists her other hand, and it goes straight through Vegeta's chest.
"Vegeta!!" Goku choke-screams. Tears fall from his cheeks, mixing with blood from his mouth. He watches as Vegeta's scowl lessons, taking in the horror. Vegeta glances down at the arm, and back at her. Then her arm wrenches out. And like Goku, she holds Vegeta's still beating heart, clutching in her blood-covered hand. Vegeta collapses in a heap on his back.

"No!" Goku gurgles out as blood spewed from his lips. He collapses back on the ground, feeling his life force dieing out with Vegeta's. With the very last bit of energy, he whispers out his last breath in a pained plea.
"Luna…."

This time his body does not go with him.

/No… NO! NononoNO!/ Vegeta screams violently in his mind. His eyes shut tightly as tears pour forth.
/Kakarott, no… you can't die again. You won't come back… I can't either. Why did you have to fucking wish for us all Immortality?! Why couldn't you have been selfish for once!?/
With his last bit of energy, his turns his head. Opening his eyes, he sees Luna still knocked unconscious on her stomach. Her calm face stares straight at him.
"Luna," the word takes his last breath also. He convulses a few times, then falls limp, with his gaze never leaving her face.

Super Eighteen chuckles menacingly.
"Five down." She looks at the unconscious girl on the ground. "One to go," she adds. Then looking down at her right fist covered in blood. She cups the stilled heart belonging to Vegeta and gobbles it down in one bite. Smacking her lips, she then takes a step towards Luna. Suddenly bodies barrel down on her.
"Long live the Saiyans!" a few cry out.

* A bright light suddenly appears out of darkness. Luna shields her eyes. Gradually two forms walk from the light; their silhouettes unrecognizable until the light dies down a bit for her. Lifting her arm away, she peers up at Vegeta and Goku. They're in their normal states and they appear to have no evidence of what just happened to them. They smile at her.
"Papa! Tousan!" she cries out, running to them. Tears pour forth as she clutches them in between her arms. Her face presses into each of them.

"Luna," Vegeta's voice echoes out. Looking up at them, they seem a lot calmer then she's use to.
"Do you know what's happened?" his mouth doesn't move, but she hears his voice echo out from the vast area she's in. She nods, eyes scrunching up as more tears flow down.
"Don't cry, honey," Goku's voice echoes.
"Am I dead?" she whispers out with her mouth moving, her voice hitching. Goku's smile deepens. He lifts a hand and fingers lace through her hair.
"No, Luna. It isn't your time yet," he responds. Her fingers latch tightly onto their shirts.
"I'm not leaving you! You either take me or you both come back with me!" she yells out in determination.
"Luna, don't be stubborn," Vegeta's voice thunders in authority. She turns to him as his voice is heard.

His tone calms back down to soothing.
"You know, deep inside, you can't leave this plane yet. But I have a feeling we all will see each other again." His hand cups her face. She pushes her face into his palm. "We'll miss you, Launkta (1)."
"We love you," Goku adds.
Suddenly they pull away from her gently. All she can do is watch them walk away. They clasp each other's hand with fingers interlaced. They walk back into the light and disappear behind it.
She collapses onto her knees, head bowing with her fingers digging against the dark surface. A few tears pry through her screwed-shut eyes. Then bringing her head up into the air, she screams out with her fists clenching against her chest. Darkness envelops her. *

The sudden feeling of physical pain pries her from unconscious. Her eyes snap open to find herself on her back and the smell of death clinging to her nose. She pulls herself to sit up, but is unable. Her torso, arms, legs, and neck are bolted to the ground by ki rings. Her efforts of struggling are weakening with every tug. An icy laugh halts her struggling.
"We're scared, aren't we?" the chilling female voice sneers out. Suddenly a face enters her vision, inches from her. A mass of blonde hair tickles the sides of her cheeks. A lone tear leaks out from her left eye.

"Awe, did I break up a happy family?" the Android sadly asks, mocking Luna's pain. A smirk slides over the blonde's face, one of vicious death.
"Good. It'll make this funner when I hear your screams of pain," she adds low sadistically. The face leaves, hair trailing behind. Luna hears the dirt scraping under feet, as the Android stands.
"I must say they put up quite a fight. Even their hearts tried giving me indigestion," Luna hears. That pretty much did it for the young girl. Every bit of sanity flickers out like a flame. Natural instinct takes over; the urges of vengeance barreling down on her like a monsoon. She suddenly feels… alive again.

"Ooh, I said something wrong," that voice of the killer says low in surprise. She senses a dramatic increase in ki. "Now how can you still have strength after I drained it out of you?"
"In the words of Tousan- `there's only one thing no one can ever take from you,'" Luna stops, waiting for the Android to get curious, building the suspense.
"Oh, really, and what is that?" Bingo. Luna then throws her head back and bellows out as red engulfs her body. The large amount of ki sends the Android sprawling into rubble of boulders.
"MY PRIDE!!!" Veins sprouting out everywhere, Luna's body clenches as it strains against the ki rings.

She cries again, gradually rising in volume. Feeling the rings loosing against her, she gives no chance of stopping and wrenches herself free. She jumps to her feet and lunges in the direction the Android went. Sticking her right elbow out, Luna slams it into the Android's midsection, tossing the blonde through a series of natural rock walls. S18 skids a few feet and slams through a building's wall, landing on her back.

Luna then leaps over the rubble and steps into the building, finding the Android slowly trying to get up from the metal floor. Luna gives no mercy as she kneels down, and grabs a fistful of hair. She then lands a series of punches, knocking back the blonde's head, but bringing it back up for another fist. Meanwhile she emphasizes every blood-splattering punch with a word.
"Gohan-Goten-Trunks-Papa-and Tousan! You-Took-Them-All-From-ME!" then she brings the blood-spattered face to her's- eyes ice blue.
"Eye for and Eye," she slams a fist into the left temple. The head snaps back, but Luna brings it right back. "A tooth for a tooth," Slams another into the right temple. "And a life for a life." With the last punch she slams her heel of her palm upward at the nose, relishing in the sound of bone breaking, shoving upward towards the brain. She can feel the body convulsing, and sounds of wires short-circuit. The Android falls limp in a heap under Luna's hand.

Luna lets the hair go, panting. The sound of the head thuds against the floor. The red surrounding her flickers away and her eyes return to ruby red. She looks over her work and then the sudden feeling of her stomach rebelling has her off the body, on her right side. She lurches, coughing up stomach acid. She then pulls herself into fetal position, pressing her forehead on her knees, trying to calm the dizzy feeling threatening to pass her out. Her heart thuds against her eardrums, close to bursting out through them.

Minutes pass by before her heart calms down. Feeling the dizziness slightly still there, she climbs slowly to her knees. Then making sure she isn't going to fall, she then pulls her hands to her face, and she hunches over. Tears flow down her cheeks; lips catching some. Loud sobs echo through the empty lifeless building, as shudders rack down her spine violently.
She then tosses her head back with abandon, screaming, "What have I done to deserve this!?" Her outburst shakes a few unbalanced rocks and they crumble down. She stares up into the blackness that hides the ceiling from her. Silence consumes her. Lowering her face, she zones out, eyes flickering back and forth rapidly.

"Alone. I'm alone-I have… noone?" she whispers randomly and so low, it dies in the wind after leaving her lips.
A loud explosion makes her jump and her head snaps up. It echoes off, sounding a few miles from here. Fear consumes her and she skitters to her feet, wobbling still from dizziness. She glances around the gutted building.
"I gotta get out've here," she says low. Suddenly the dizziness decides to take over and she falls back against a metal box. She rubs the back of her head, the pain quickly dulling. The sound of machinery humming has her to her feet. It's some sort of capsule she ran into. There is writing on it, but the dust makes it hard to read. Lifting a hand, she brushes off dust, reading the label.
"Capsule Corporations." She suddenly gasps out and steps back. But her heel catches the Android's arm, sending her sprawling forward into the capsule.

The doors suddenly slide shut on her. She gets to her feet, trying to pry them apart. A blinding light has her on her back, covering her face.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: (1) "Luna"… I have no clue what the Saiyan language looks like or sound, so don't hit me when I make up words and make them like they're suppose to be Saiyango.