Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Phobia ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Authors: Dark Serapha & Rogue

Rogue: The inspiration behind this fic, though I would like to say otherwise, is due completely to a sudden bout of serious bloodlust. I merely had the overwhelming urge to torture and maim someone and Gohan seemed to be the perfect victim. Unfortunately, my ever loving, ever faithful, ever loyal companion and co-conspirator was caught in the backlash. I tormented her nearly as badly, if not worse than poor little Gohan. By the end of this story I even began to feel a wisp of guilt for putting her through this… though… only a wisp. *smirks* But, despite her agony, she managed to redeem this horrible travesty that I attempted soooooo hard to commit. You should all be grateful.

Dark Serapha: This actually started out as a squick idea but then quickly evolved into something completely different. With much struggling and yelling on my part this was finished in record time *whispers* and most of the struggling was faked for the effect anyways - I'm quite pleased with what came out of it, but don't tell her *points upwards*.

While being almost unable to write true violence and absolutely hating this pairing *stomps foot* I must admit that I have grown surprisingly fond of them now that it is over *shuffles feet*. Seeing that at least I got to torture Gohan and make fun of Chichi, that's not so surprising. Also couldn't resist but bring in some full-blood action - only in innuendos, though. *grins* The credit for editing mostly goes to my brilliant, gifted, wonderful, sadistic, beloved neko. Enjoy yet another trip with our personal roller-coaster between heaven and hell!

Mandatory Disclaimer: O.o… You're not looking at us, are you? …You are?? *shakes head in exasperation* Read it! If you think it is even remotely like the real thing then… we like you… but you have obvious problems discerning reality from fantasy. And just look at Gohan to see where that can lead to!

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: one squick, one nice, but surprise! Ain't telling! You get to figure out which is which. In case you do it wrong we would like to deem you a VERY sick person! Several others mentioned.

Warnings: *evil grin* Let's see here… Rape, non-con, blood, nastiness, yaoi, confusion, stupid poses, bad lines, The Great Saiyaman and some nice lemony goodness to make it all worthwhile.

~ Phobia ~

Chapter 1

Evening fell over Satan city, casting the last vestiges of an orange sunset across the sky only to have the bright colors to grow dim and murky. Stars twinkled overhead and gave away their ghostly glow over the lightened city but it was a pale full moon that spilled its brightness upon the inhabitants who were basking in the cool summer evening.

Gohan stood upon the balcony of the apartment he had rented in the middle of town. He was nearing his college graduation and had finally moved away from home. He was doing rather well and already had gotten a good job. He was well on his way to fulfilling all that his mother had hoped and dreamed for him.

But something just seemed off. He wasn't as content as his mom. No. He didn't feel as if any of it were truly satisfying. Even his time as the Saiyaman was wearing thin... There was just something... wrong. Lately all he had to do was just look at his alter ego's costume and he'd get a chill. He had no idea why. And he hadn't been sleeping well, waking up with a start in the middle of the night when there was nothing around to have startled him. Sometimes he thought that he might go and visit his dad for a while and get away from all this. Maybe it would help.

All this was conveyed in the way that he stared off into the night sky. Finally he shivered in a sudden breeze and shook his head. He couldn't leave, not now. There were important things that had to be done and he knew his mom would never forgive him if he left off his schooling when he was so close to finishing.

He turned with a sigh and stepped back into the tiny little apartment, throwing himself onto the bed and curling under the covers for a hopefully restful night.

Gohan dreamed.

It wasn't a particularly interesting dream, nothing of world-moving proportions. It was not a nightmare... and yet he felt very uneasy. He stood on the tip of the huge TV-tower that rose high over the city. A slight breeze gusted around him and he could see miles and miles over urban lights and the land beyond. He was wearing his Saiyaman-costume, he realized and looked down at the city beneath his feet, all the streets alight with street lamps and neon-signs. This city never slept... and neither did crime.

His sharp eyes saw it all. Yes. They might try to hide it, but he knew... he KNEW... crime and guilt. Everywhere. But not anymore. Now he was here. He would banish the crime. Saiyaman. The fighter of justice. Yes. He opened his arms wide and grinned, letting himself fall like a diver from a high cliff. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold night air rush past him as he fell. The buzz of the city growing louder and louder... and just before he hit the ground he caught himself and soared upwards, whooshing in and out between the sky-scrapers. Saiyaman was on the scene again.

Eagle eyes scanned the city through the dark visor as the Great Saiyaman flew his patrol. The defender of justice and peace is here, all may feel safe in the knowledge of his presence. There! A sudden movement caught his attention and he swooped down to the street, cape billowing heroically.

"Stop! Fiendish law breaker! I, Saiyaman, am here to punish you!" He faltered only slightly when the perpetrator turned to him. Something seemed familiar about the man but the Saiyaman had a duty to fulfill and criminals to punish.

Kuririn turned around to face his old friend and forced himself to hold back the snicker that always seemed to try to escape whenever he saw that stupid costume.

"Oh, hey, bud. What's up? Whatcha talkin about? You workin on some new lines or somethin? They still stink pretty bad"

Saiyaman grimaced in righteous disdain.

"Foul litterer!" He gestured to a wad of trash sitting next to a trashcan on the sidewalk.

"It is people like *you* who tear down and destroy the beauty of our fair city! It will not be tolerated! You are under arrest!"

Kuririn just stared for a moment.

"Oh... er... let me just... pick that up then. Sorry, I guess I missed the trash." He eyed the garishly clad self-proclaimed hero oddly and reached for the piece of paper but before he moved far, Saiyaman jumped into action.

"You'll not get away so easily, malefactor! I'm taking you in!" The Saiyaman slammed Kuririn against the wall and twisted his arms behind him, and then knocked him unconscious.

Hefting the limp form he laughed righteously and took off muttering.

"Imagine... what a freak I'm removing from the streets. He doesn't even have a nose..."

Not long after, Saiyaman was on his patrol once again, flying and roaming the city. Safeguarding the weak and defenseless, squashing crime as it formed, protecting the innocent. He loved his job.

The next crime didn't wait long to be spotted. The criminal almost walked right into Saiyaman as he patrolled a street-corner. He called out to the person, but they seemed to ignore him, so he swooped up and landed right in front of them in one of his famous poses.

"Why, son! What a pleasant surprise!" Chichi beamed at her son. He was doing so well since she had him separated from his father and those other jerks who called themselves warriors. Not her son! He would be something decent! She sweatdropped slightly, noticing the particularly stupid pose. So this Saiyaman-thing wasn't quite what she had had in mind, but at least the boy was doing community service. That always went well in the CV. Her smile, however, faded when she was slammed against a wall, her hands held over her head and her legs spread.

"Watch it, criminal. You will address me as the Great Saiyaman!" the very same said sternly. Saiyaman didn't like it when these filthy malefactors went all personal on him. Crime fighting was about not getting personally involved. Triumphantly he picked up something from the pavement and held it out for inspection.

"AHA! Here we have the proof! What were you thinking, lady, carrying a dangerous weapon like this around openly?!"

"But... son, that's my frying-pan! Have you gone insane?" Was the answer. He hmphed righteously.

"Don't you "son" me, lady! This is a dangerous weapon and I will have to hand it in, right alongside with you!" And with that he grabbed the struggling woman and flew off to deliver her to jail. Though, after having to tie down the screaming, foaming banshee, he decided that the city's asylum would be more appropriate and, in an attempt to save his fellow crime-fighters of justice, I.e. the officers of Satan City police, some of their precious time he simply dropped the clearly insane woman right there and made sure that she was attended to in a nice padded cell with a pristine new jacket.

The night had grown colder and darker reminding him of how the cold hand of crime seemed to draw the life from his city. He was determined to not let that happen. This was his town. He would save it from its horrible fate. The world would be safe as long as he was around to ensure it.

Sudden sounds brought the Saiyaman from his musings as he passed by a dark park. Trespassers and loiterers! And curfew breakers! He would see to this! Landing, the super hero treaded softly on the grass until he found an innocent child's playground where the sounds were emanating from. He paused in disgust and anger before striking yet another pose, one to show power and drive fear into the heart of even the most hardened criminal... or make him fall over in laughter... depended on the criminal actually...

"You... You! I am the Great Saiyaman and I am here to punish the likes of you! Sick perverts like you have no place in society! Prepare to give up your wayward actions and stop this gross display! Spoiling and degrading a scene of innocence! Leading young children astray with temptations of sin and gratuitousness!!"

The couple looked up and quickly scrambled for their clothing. A female voice rose up from one of the shadows.

"Go... Go... Gohan!! It's... It's not... I mean... I..."

The male pulled his pants up and stuttered slightly.

"Gohan... Man... Uh... You see... It's like this..."

"Silence!" Saiyaman snapped.

"Excuses fall flat in the face of the law! There is no excuse! You are both going to pay for this breech of ethics!"

The female stumbled closer into the moonlight, her half concealed chest shining palely.

"But Gohan... I love you... It's just... It's just that..." She reached out to touch his arm and he spun her around and pressed her into the grass.

"Lady, you cannot sway the law! Don't try to accost me with your lustful wares. I am impervious! But I can see that there is a third party involved here. All factors of a crime are accountable whether they were at the scene or not. You will all pay your dues and be punished!"

The male, shocked into silence for a moment, stepped forward, his scarred face showing concern and confusion.

"Gohan... wait a minute! You're hurting Videl! Back off man! It's your fault you couldn't keep her, not hers!" He stepped forward as if he would stop the hero.

Saiyaman leapt up and punched Yamcha square in the stomach before he could lay a hand on him.

"Threatening a law enforcer! You just keep on worsening your case don't you? You are both in deep trouble."

His work this night was far from over. They both put up a strong fight but soon he took the prostitute and her trick, rather worse for wear but not struggling anymore, to the stationhouse and now flew steadfastly through the air. There was one more involved in this travesty. The one who caused the crime to transpire in the first place. Saiyaman would leave no lead unclosed.

He flew fast. He knew exactly where to go. It did not take very long until a large building came into sight. Saiyaman angled his flight sharply and quickly flew upwards, following the wall. 2nd floor... 10th floor... 25th floor... no wait... 23rd floor. There. He didn't question where from he knew this. He just KNEW. He was the fighter of law and justice. Crime was calling him. He set down on the balcony of the apartment to the right.

All was dark, but Saiyaman could not be fooled. Crime never slept. The glass door of the balcony simply burst open before him. Without hesitating he stepped through into the dark room behind it. The criminal still tried to fool him by faking sleep. Saiyaman struck a pose, just to stay in practice, then hopped over to the bed on one leg. Bending down, he grabbed the blanket covering the villain and roughly jerked it away, making a victory sign and going

"AHAAA! Beware, criminal! Saiyaman is here to fulfill law and justice!" as he stared righteously down at... himself.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

~ to be continued ~