Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Keepers of the Gates ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: shippogurl 
The gun on his side reads "death"
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
The gun on his side reads "death"
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ sorry….
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“Every fairy tale, Halloween story, bump in the dark…It’s all real. Witches, Vampires, demons, werewolves, all of it.” Chichi tried to sound serious as her friends and family eyed her dumbly from the couch they sat on.
“So you’re saying all that stuff has to deal with why you and your sons aren’t living in West City anymore and now live in the friggin wilderness and in a castle mind you that is three times the size of CC surrounded by a magic spell?” Krillin asked. Chichi nodded hoping the balding male understood. “Goku time to take her to the nut house.”
“No one is being taken anywhere….” Bulma snapped. She looked around the parlor room at the fighters. Gohan sitting on the arm of the sofa, Goten on the side of his brother dozing on his shoulder, Goku poking at the plush leather couch while Vegeta growled and murmured under his breath.
Trunks was splayed out on the floor next to the fire in the hearth, his hand idly dipping into the flames. Piccollo was leaning against the wall, as if to hold it up and the hot shot Yamcha was imitating his stance.
Krillin stood from his place at the sofa. “Well, it’s been fun playing haunted house party but I’ve got a wife and daughter I haven’t seen in years….sooooooo…..” “We’re right here.” 18 walked through the double doors at the back of the room, followed by a much older looking Marron.
“Honey?” “I came here to see how well the boys are doing in their training. Not to talk to you.” Krillin sighed “Cold as always…” ChiChi walked over to the blonde female and patted her on the back. “Well Gabrelle is in the firing range right now….”
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Gabrielle loaded another round into his gun shooting at the dummy at the end of the firing range. He squinted. ‘I don’t need focking glasses’, he thought angrily. His phone vibrated in his pocket then went into a ditty about how hot it was in a room and how all the women should remove their clothing. (^__^) Taking off the soundproof headphones he had on, he answered the phone.
“You’re needed in the sparring room.” A dark voice slithered through the phone and licked at Gabrielle’s ear.
“If this castle wasn’t so damn big ye wouldn’t ‘ave to call me.” He clicked off the phone suddenly and tossed it into his duffel bag and unloaded his .45, then he took his leave out the door, the dummy at the end of the range began to bleed.
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Gabrielle stood with his long black overcoat almost hitting the floor. The gun metal boots he wore clicked on the solid mahogany wood surface. He smiled. The smile dark and lurid, his black hair falling into a long sweep tamed into a pony tail at the back of his head. He looked vampiric. As if he could drain the life from someone easily. Which he was especially good at.
There was an intricate pistol at the male’s side. “Death in numbers” The handle read. “Those men reek of destruction.” Long fingers tapped the hilt of a blade on the opposite side of the gunned hip. “They reek of death.” Gabrelle walked skillfully around the darkened sparing room. He could hear his opponent’s breathing.
From the shadows a figure emerged. Fully dressed in the same attire as Gabrielle except in a blood red trimmed in black. “I thought you said you felt a powerful presence coming from the underworld.” Caleb smirked and took at his friend with a long bow. The arrow whizzed past his head in a blur. A flash of amber and reds burnt the north wall of the room.
“If you mean our long lost otou-sans you are correct. ” The male coolly spoke. He looked like a taller version of Vegeta except his hair was spiked where it fluffed out and it went clear down his spine. “So, our fathers ye say? I suppose the strong energy….” Gabrelle lunged at him, his blade dragged over the overcoat of the other fighter. “Was all of them together? Yes. Alone they are weak and pitiful. I’m surprised our mothers could not choose better. I am almost ashamed.”
Gabe sheathed his sword . “Caleb, I take it ye met yer father then?” “Strong willed, thick headed, beastly and ruggish.” His dark British accent curled around the room like a snake. “Just like you, you say?” Gabrielle teased. “Nye, he’s stronger than your father though.” “How am I not surprised?”
Cutting eyes at the fumbling group of people behind him, Gabe set for the door with Caleb on his heels.
“ Well hello there, I see you can easily barge into people‘s lives without the single concern for anyone else.”
Caleb patted his friend. “Come now, it isn’t they’re fault that they’re a bunch of dead beats.”
Goku fumbled with words as he tried to look this stranger in the eye. He was so different than his brothers…. “Listen kid…” “Do I look twelve to you?” Gabe bit off abruptly. “I’ don’t want to hear anything yer sayin’ and I’m sorry if I sound rude, really I am, but to honestly want to speak with a man whose been gone all my life is hardly appeasin’”
The sayjian warrior moved slightly as his son brushed past him without remorse. Vegeta’s eyes were set on the male leaning on the far wall of the sparring room. “So you have nothing to say?” Caleb shrugged and dissipated into mist.
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Chichi felt numb, she hadn’t thought the initial reentry of her husband into her son’s life would be so difficult…of course she would have to explain why he was so different. So there they sat, the entire Son and Brief household. All eyes were on the two women that paced to and fro at the head of the room. Bulma spoke first.
“I would like to say that I am happy you two came.” She waved at Caleb and Gabrelle who grunted in response and sat farthest away from their families as possible. Chichi coughed.
“I guess you’re all wondering why we’re no longer living in the poverish stand holds of when you left….except Bulma’s family you guys can relate.” She motioned to the grandeur estate they’d been brought to.
Annoyed, Trunks stood. “What the hell are they?!” Caleb’s dark wings folded to his back. “I beg your pardon?” He stood. “I am the last remaining Black Star prince. Heir to this throne and the very land you fly walk and breath upon, I can end your life with a flick of my wrist you impudent….” “Now now Caleb, Think about yer actions boyo. The minute ye blast ’im yer mom will probably have some punishment fit for yer crime.” Caleb turned to the purple haired male.
Obviously the calmer of the two, he stood up and lightly shook Trunk’s hand. “To answer yer question. We’re vamps. The whole Edgar Allen Poe trip with the blood sucking demons of the night.” The winged male gripped Trunks hand harder. “And if ye knows what’s good for ye, you’ll try not to become yer brother’s next meal.”
Vegeta watched the gruff exchange with malice. “You have no right to grip the Prince of Sayjians don that way!” In a cloud of mist and smoke Caleb appeared before him baring his fangs. “And you have no right to bleed your filthy Sayjian blood into my pure blooded veins!” The Latin symbols on his wings began to glow a dark red. Horns that had long shrunk into his skull began to form.
“Caleb! Calm yourself. Let there be no blood shed here. Aye! Tis a great misfortune to bled unworthy blood onto our elder’s land.”
Goku turned abruptly. “Now look! No one needs to throw name calling into this.” “I agree, although no one’s called a name not worthy of it’s bearer. As for ye, I think callin ye father would be a hearty insult”
With that both males, wings and all, disappeared into the castle walls.
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AN: Mwhahahahahaha! Who are these males? Why does one look like Vegeta! Why are they so hot! Why am I asking all these questions? Tune in next time!
TBC….
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“Every fairy tale, Halloween story, bump in the dark…It’s all real. Witches, Vampires, demons, werewolves, all of it.” Chichi tried to sound serious as her friends and family eyed her dumbly from the couch they sat on.
“So you’re saying all that stuff has to deal with why you and your sons aren’t living in West City anymore and now live in the friggin wilderness and in a castle mind you that is three times the size of CC surrounded by a magic spell?” Krillin asked. Chichi nodded hoping the balding male understood. “Goku time to take her to the nut house.”
“No one is being taken anywhere….” Bulma snapped. She looked around the parlor room at the fighters. Gohan sitting on the arm of the sofa, Goten on the side of his brother dozing on his shoulder, Goku poking at the plush leather couch while Vegeta growled and murmured under his breath.
Trunks was splayed out on the floor next to the fire in the hearth, his hand idly dipping into the flames. Piccollo was leaning against the wall, as if to hold it up and the hot shot Yamcha was imitating his stance.
Krillin stood from his place at the sofa. “Well, it’s been fun playing haunted house party but I’ve got a wife and daughter I haven’t seen in years….sooooooo…..” “We’re right here.” 18 walked through the double doors at the back of the room, followed by a much older looking Marron.
“Honey?” “I came here to see how well the boys are doing in their training. Not to talk to you.” Krillin sighed “Cold as always…” ChiChi walked over to the blonde female and patted her on the back. “Well Gabrelle is in the firing range right now….”
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Gabrielle loaded another round into his gun shooting at the dummy at the end of the firing range. He squinted. ‘I don’t need focking glasses’, he thought angrily. His phone vibrated in his pocket then went into a ditty about how hot it was in a room and how all the women should remove their clothing. (^__^) Taking off the soundproof headphones he had on, he answered the phone.
“You’re needed in the sparring room.” A dark voice slithered through the phone and licked at Gabrielle’s ear.
“If this castle wasn’t so damn big ye wouldn’t ‘ave to call me.” He clicked off the phone suddenly and tossed it into his duffel bag and unloaded his .45, then he took his leave out the door, the dummy at the end of the range began to bleed.
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Gabrielle stood with his long black overcoat almost hitting the floor. The gun metal boots he wore clicked on the solid mahogany wood surface. He smiled. The smile dark and lurid, his black hair falling into a long sweep tamed into a pony tail at the back of his head. He looked vampiric. As if he could drain the life from someone easily. Which he was especially good at.
There was an intricate pistol at the male’s side. “Death in numbers” The handle read. “Those men reek of destruction.” Long fingers tapped the hilt of a blade on the opposite side of the gunned hip. “They reek of death.” Gabrelle walked skillfully around the darkened sparing room. He could hear his opponent’s breathing.
From the shadows a figure emerged. Fully dressed in the same attire as Gabrielle except in a blood red trimmed in black. “I thought you said you felt a powerful presence coming from the underworld.” Caleb smirked and took at his friend with a long bow. The arrow whizzed past his head in a blur. A flash of amber and reds burnt the north wall of the room.
“If you mean our long lost otou-sans you are correct. ” The male coolly spoke. He looked like a taller version of Vegeta except his hair was spiked where it fluffed out and it went clear down his spine. “So, our fathers ye say? I suppose the strong energy….” Gabrelle lunged at him, his blade dragged over the overcoat of the other fighter. “Was all of them together? Yes. Alone they are weak and pitiful. I’m surprised our mothers could not choose better. I am almost ashamed.”
Gabe sheathed his sword . “Caleb, I take it ye met yer father then?” “Strong willed, thick headed, beastly and ruggish.” His dark British accent curled around the room like a snake. “Just like you, you say?” Gabrielle teased. “Nye, he’s stronger than your father though.” “How am I not surprised?”
Cutting eyes at the fumbling group of people behind him, Gabe set for the door with Caleb on his heels.
“ Well hello there, I see you can easily barge into people‘s lives without the single concern for anyone else.”
Caleb patted his friend. “Come now, it isn’t they’re fault that they’re a bunch of dead beats.”
Goku fumbled with words as he tried to look this stranger in the eye. He was so different than his brothers…. “Listen kid…” “Do I look twelve to you?” Gabe bit off abruptly. “I’ don’t want to hear anything yer sayin’ and I’m sorry if I sound rude, really I am, but to honestly want to speak with a man whose been gone all my life is hardly appeasin’”
The sayjian warrior moved slightly as his son brushed past him without remorse. Vegeta’s eyes were set on the male leaning on the far wall of the sparring room. “So you have nothing to say?” Caleb shrugged and dissipated into mist.
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Chichi felt numb, she hadn’t thought the initial reentry of her husband into her son’s life would be so difficult…of course she would have to explain why he was so different. So there they sat, the entire Son and Brief household. All eyes were on the two women that paced to and fro at the head of the room. Bulma spoke first.
“I would like to say that I am happy you two came.” She waved at Caleb and Gabrelle who grunted in response and sat farthest away from their families as possible. Chichi coughed.
“I guess you’re all wondering why we’re no longer living in the poverish stand holds of when you left….except Bulma’s family you guys can relate.” She motioned to the grandeur estate they’d been brought to.
Annoyed, Trunks stood. “What the hell are they?!” Caleb’s dark wings folded to his back. “I beg your pardon?” He stood. “I am the last remaining Black Star prince. Heir to this throne and the very land you fly walk and breath upon, I can end your life with a flick of my wrist you impudent….” “Now now Caleb, Think about yer actions boyo. The minute ye blast ’im yer mom will probably have some punishment fit for yer crime.” Caleb turned to the purple haired male.
Obviously the calmer of the two, he stood up and lightly shook Trunk’s hand. “To answer yer question. We’re vamps. The whole Edgar Allen Poe trip with the blood sucking demons of the night.” The winged male gripped Trunks hand harder. “And if ye knows what’s good for ye, you’ll try not to become yer brother’s next meal.”
Vegeta watched the gruff exchange with malice. “You have no right to grip the Prince of Sayjians don that way!” In a cloud of mist and smoke Caleb appeared before him baring his fangs. “And you have no right to bleed your filthy Sayjian blood into my pure blooded veins!” The Latin symbols on his wings began to glow a dark red. Horns that had long shrunk into his skull began to form.
“Caleb! Calm yourself. Let there be no blood shed here. Aye! Tis a great misfortune to bled unworthy blood onto our elder’s land.”
Goku turned abruptly. “Now look! No one needs to throw name calling into this.” “I agree, although no one’s called a name not worthy of it’s bearer. As for ye, I think callin ye father would be a hearty insult”
With that both males, wings and all, disappeared into the castle walls.
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AN: Mwhahahahahaha! Who are these males? Why does one look like Vegeta! Why are they so hot! Why am I asking all these questions? Tune in next time!
TBC….