Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ The coming ( Chapter 1 )
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By: SeveredWings83 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 294 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 294 | Status: Completed
Chapter 1
The Coming
Time: 3:30 am Earthling standard time
Location: Satan City
Date: May 24, 2005
Event Calendar: Find the Sayian
"What a waste-land this is," I mutter to the 1200 pounds of raging beast between my legs. He snorts in agreement. Thor, my only companion, a massive ebon-black War horse shifter. The fire that lights his blood red eyes spill forth lighting his long black mane a blaze. He too, is pissed about being here. I don't blame him one bit.
We stand on what the Earth people call a mountain, HA in fact every peoples call it a mountain just not in the same tongue. Funny how that is, peoples from across galaxies that have never met before, call the same hunk of rock the same thing. The rugged grassy terrain under Thor's hooves groan and sigh with disgust at our presence. It's like that every where we go, except home. Home welcomes our dark energy with loving arms, pity we will never see it again huh? Oh well, what's the use of thinking of the past horror when there's a nasty little Sayian I need to find in the city below us.
Why in hells fire would he want to den here is beyond me? It's a weak pathetic waste of space, no where is there a strong Ki reading, except his and a few others that I will investigate. None of that matters though, I have been hired to come here, retrieve him, and take him back to the buyer. Nothing else, so why do I wonder why he is here? Because this is a special case, and I happen to know the target. He is like me, and a part of me thinks this it total bull shit, but in this case I have no choice.
"Mind as well go, Thor," I say nudging him to begin the decent down the small pathway. He moves under me, a rippling fury of pent of anger and muscle bound hate. Loud snorts and stomping hooves echo though the valley, "Keep this up buddy and we'll be seen."
An amused laughter whispers in my mind, *and you think that bothers me how? I could give a rats ass who hears us Asira, I want to be heard.* Well la-de-da aren't we the impatient one tonight.
"I know you don't care, but I do. I don't want him to know where here yet, I want to look check on something first. So if it is alright with you, could you please stop creating earth quacks until the fight begins?" I ask sarcastically, something about this mud ball is making my skin crawl. But, truly, is it the planet, or is it the hit? Don't know and really don't want to think about it.
Thor tosses his head in defiance and rears up trying to make me loose my seat. We have been together way to long for that to work, I know all of his little tricks. Yelling a curse at him in our native tongue, he screeches into the dark night and races, full out, down the steep rocky decline. Laughing darkly at his attempted scare tactic, I grab a fist full of now black mane and whisper into his mind, * your funeral Thor, you know I can't die by being thrown down a hill.*
An all male chuckle sounds in my head, *neither can I Asira, but it sure will hurt. A lot. I would hold on if I were you. It's about to get rough!* The bastard enjoying this, well, so am I. Let him run, he deserves it after being pent up for weeks.
Pitch black wings spring out behind my knees, and spread out like an offering to the night. A toss of his mighty head, a leap off the cliff, and we're off. Wings pumping, blood racing through both our veins, I bury my face in the hair beating at me. I love when he decides to fly, it takes my breath away and reminds me of when we were children together. Of the times long ago where we were innocent and pure, a time so long gone from our hearts of ice.
The city is rapidly approaching, he knows, veering off to the left landing a way from the core of the town, *we're here. What did you want to check out?* he asks.
"I can sense him, but I also can sense something else like him. I am not sure what it is, but I want to find out. We have plenty of time before we have to be back any ways, mind as well have a little fun while we're here."
With that said, he powers down shifting easily into a abnormally large black earth horse. We don't need to be drawing attention to us, and a flamed eyed, fire maned, fanged horned beast would definitely call attention. *Do you think your appearance is a little head turning too?* Thor asks, nit-picking at me because he hates hiding his true self.
"No I am fine. I look like the other humans," I spit at him, he knows I hate changing even more then he. There is a big difference between our changes, he can literally flow into a form, while mine suck energy and severely weakens me. "Now act like a good horsie and take me to the city." His head wipes around to bite my leg, I know he's all nice and pissed. Goodie, it always makes things interesting this way. But, being the being he is, he listens to me. And, we're off into the early morning hours, venturing into Satan City on a witch hunt of a past friend. Will he remember me? I do not hope so, it really was a long time ago. If he has forgotten it will make things so much easier. Then again, when has anything been easy for me, for us? Never, has and never will be.
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Power pours from the mountain, a massive power that ebbs from the top leaving the earth screaming. I can here the earth calling out for help, but what from? Closing my eyes, focusing my energy outward, I try to find out. There's nothing there, but what the hell was that feeling? Who could leak that much vile hate? Vegeta? No, not for a long time. And even he wasn't that black, but this, this new being is black as coal. Shivering now, I go into the house to wake my son for our morning exercises. Whatever it was, I am sure I will know what it is soon enough.
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"Father? Are you all right?" my son asks me, with a look of wonderment on his face. Damn him, he got a hit when that power spiked, grabbing my attention. Extending my hand, a blast of energy erupts forth, aiming at him I fire.
The brat crosses his arms over his face and prepares to take the blunt of it. He screams when the Ki reaches him, scalding his bare arms, the scream raises into a guttural roar as he turn the blast into something else. Something formed of his own power, flinging his arms open wide he yells, "Energy Reflect!" When did he learn that? Interesting a new technique.
Screaming into ascension, I jump out of the energy wave headed for me. Black hair flashes gold, onyx eyes bleed to a teal green, this game is on. Leaping into the air, slamming my wrist together, taking the stance my bodies so familiar with. "FINAL FLASH," I yell at him, lets see him reflect that. He blue eyes widen in fear, as he follows climbing to Super Sayian. He sees this for what it is, a challenge to take the hit dead on. The Sayian in the brat is strong enough to never back down from a challenge directly issued. Especially from the Prince of all Sayian's.
The arms cross once more, and the cold determination set in his teal eyes mirror my own. His aura stirs, building for the right moment to change the attack into what he wants it to be. Now that I have seen this before I can appreciate it for sheer in genius of it. "Energy REFLECT!" And again he takes my attack, twisting it, tweaking it, into something else. But, he is too weak and the blast is too strong. He can't mold it quick enough, and is hit full force with it. He is slammed hard into the side of the chamber, damn it.
"Trunks? Are you alright?" I ask sharply, the boy needs to train harder. The blast wasn't that strong to lay him into the walls like it did. He should have flipped backwards out of the way and let the energy go, but no he is stupid and let it hit him square in the chest. "Trunks?" I ask once more. He is not answering, is he injured? Walking over to where he lay motionless, my fears are relaxed a bit. He lives, but is staring off into nothing.
"Damn it boy, what's the matter with you?" Now I am beginning to get pissed. His head snaps up, with a feral intensity I have longed to see from his weakling earth loving eyes. Finally, he is showing his Sayian blood in all its glory. It's just now that I noticed, he is still a super Sayian. A very pissed off super Sayian. Good.
He raises slowly, cold eyes never leave mine. I will not forget this, Trunks, not for a long time. You, my son, are truly Sayian at this moment. Crouching low into a fighting stance I prepare for your attack, I know you have one planned. I can see it calculating in your frozen stare. You throw your head back, yelling, calling, wailing for the power inside your spirit. I can feel the smirk tugging at my mouth, no my son I will not forget this.
The air cracks as your form starts to lift, the power surrounding pulls you into the center of it. The damn brakes and the energy pent up within is released. Your arms are thrown above your head, and the glacier glazed look is once more searing my own. I can see the ripples of energy curling around both arms, traveling to the wrists, and finally gathering onto the palms of your hand. Yes, Trunks, feel it, feel everything. I have made you so angry that you have built enough power for this to be a finishing move. A fatal blow, and I have never been more proud of you. I didn't know you had it in you, I am glad you do.
"PRIDE...OF.. A.... FALLEN RACE!!!!!!!!!!!" you scream releasing your attack! It's brilliant, I have no idea how you have done this! Glorious, my son simply glorious. The energy is let go from your struggling grasp, as you aim it towards me. Issuing the same challenge I have set for you. Quickly spreading my legs out, for better balance, I cross my own arms and prepare for your attack.
It lands true to its mark, slamming hard into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. Some things wrong, this energy feels funny, different. DAMN IT...why didn't I see sooner, you have got me this time Trunks. You have pulled energy from me, my pride in my race, my pride in my self, and yes my pride in you. Where did you learn this? How did you do it? Perhaps I will ask you when I wake up, because at present I am falling into a black abyss. You have achieved what few have been able to do, son, you have knocked me out cold. My last fleeting thought is that if we were on Vegeta-sei, in your defeat of me, you would now be king.
A haze surrounds me, the pounding in my head is deafening. Golden locks of hair fall across my vision, when did I go Super? Energy sizzles and snaps through out the chamber, what the hell? A scream, deep and trembling floods the room, who..what...FATHER. I watch my father fall to the floor, oh WHAT HAVE I DONE? Running to his side, praying to Kami that he lives. I don't know what came over me? Where on earth did those attacks come from? It was as if something in me broke, and everything I am came crashing to the surface slicing to get out. I couldn't stop it, I didn't WANT to stop it. What is this tight feeling I have in my belly as I see my father, alive but injured badly, lying on the floor? Not wanting to investigate it any further, I pick up the bloody form of my passed out father and head to the infirmary. My last thoughts before I leave the gravity room are, my mother is not going to be pleased about this. The scary part is, I can't seem to find the will to care about it. What is going on around with me?
________________________________________________________________________ ________________________
While the father and son battle it out, and earths hero Goku's waiting for it to come, danger is rapidly approaching unnoticed by either party. But, one vigilant observer knows she is coming that death will be here shortly. Closing his eyes, saying a quiet pray in vane. He waits for the battle to begin, knowing the outcome already. For this is a threat unheard of, a danger in the form of old acquaintances, and new threat. What will earth's heroes do when they are forced to fight for they're lives and loved ones once more,to fight a power un-rivaled only by one other. And, sadly, not one of earth's greatest.
The Coming
Time: 3:30 am Earthling standard time
Location: Satan City
Date: May 24, 2005
Event Calendar: Find the Sayian
"What a waste-land this is," I mutter to the 1200 pounds of raging beast between my legs. He snorts in agreement. Thor, my only companion, a massive ebon-black War horse shifter. The fire that lights his blood red eyes spill forth lighting his long black mane a blaze. He too, is pissed about being here. I don't blame him one bit.
We stand on what the Earth people call a mountain, HA in fact every peoples call it a mountain just not in the same tongue. Funny how that is, peoples from across galaxies that have never met before, call the same hunk of rock the same thing. The rugged grassy terrain under Thor's hooves groan and sigh with disgust at our presence. It's like that every where we go, except home. Home welcomes our dark energy with loving arms, pity we will never see it again huh? Oh well, what's the use of thinking of the past horror when there's a nasty little Sayian I need to find in the city below us.
Why in hells fire would he want to den here is beyond me? It's a weak pathetic waste of space, no where is there a strong Ki reading, except his and a few others that I will investigate. None of that matters though, I have been hired to come here, retrieve him, and take him back to the buyer. Nothing else, so why do I wonder why he is here? Because this is a special case, and I happen to know the target. He is like me, and a part of me thinks this it total bull shit, but in this case I have no choice.
"Mind as well go, Thor," I say nudging him to begin the decent down the small pathway. He moves under me, a rippling fury of pent of anger and muscle bound hate. Loud snorts and stomping hooves echo though the valley, "Keep this up buddy and we'll be seen."
An amused laughter whispers in my mind, *and you think that bothers me how? I could give a rats ass who hears us Asira, I want to be heard.* Well la-de-da aren't we the impatient one tonight.
"I know you don't care, but I do. I don't want him to know where here yet, I want to look check on something first. So if it is alright with you, could you please stop creating earth quacks until the fight begins?" I ask sarcastically, something about this mud ball is making my skin crawl. But, truly, is it the planet, or is it the hit? Don't know and really don't want to think about it.
Thor tosses his head in defiance and rears up trying to make me loose my seat. We have been together way to long for that to work, I know all of his little tricks. Yelling a curse at him in our native tongue, he screeches into the dark night and races, full out, down the steep rocky decline. Laughing darkly at his attempted scare tactic, I grab a fist full of now black mane and whisper into his mind, * your funeral Thor, you know I can't die by being thrown down a hill.*
An all male chuckle sounds in my head, *neither can I Asira, but it sure will hurt. A lot. I would hold on if I were you. It's about to get rough!* The bastard enjoying this, well, so am I. Let him run, he deserves it after being pent up for weeks.
Pitch black wings spring out behind my knees, and spread out like an offering to the night. A toss of his mighty head, a leap off the cliff, and we're off. Wings pumping, blood racing through both our veins, I bury my face in the hair beating at me. I love when he decides to fly, it takes my breath away and reminds me of when we were children together. Of the times long ago where we were innocent and pure, a time so long gone from our hearts of ice.
The city is rapidly approaching, he knows, veering off to the left landing a way from the core of the town, *we're here. What did you want to check out?* he asks.
"I can sense him, but I also can sense something else like him. I am not sure what it is, but I want to find out. We have plenty of time before we have to be back any ways, mind as well have a little fun while we're here."
With that said, he powers down shifting easily into a abnormally large black earth horse. We don't need to be drawing attention to us, and a flamed eyed, fire maned, fanged horned beast would definitely call attention. *Do you think your appearance is a little head turning too?* Thor asks, nit-picking at me because he hates hiding his true self.
"No I am fine. I look like the other humans," I spit at him, he knows I hate changing even more then he. There is a big difference between our changes, he can literally flow into a form, while mine suck energy and severely weakens me. "Now act like a good horsie and take me to the city." His head wipes around to bite my leg, I know he's all nice and pissed. Goodie, it always makes things interesting this way. But, being the being he is, he listens to me. And, we're off into the early morning hours, venturing into Satan City on a witch hunt of a past friend. Will he remember me? I do not hope so, it really was a long time ago. If he has forgotten it will make things so much easier. Then again, when has anything been easy for me, for us? Never, has and never will be.
________________________________________________________________________ _________________________
Power pours from the mountain, a massive power that ebbs from the top leaving the earth screaming. I can here the earth calling out for help, but what from? Closing my eyes, focusing my energy outward, I try to find out. There's nothing there, but what the hell was that feeling? Who could leak that much vile hate? Vegeta? No, not for a long time. And even he wasn't that black, but this, this new being is black as coal. Shivering now, I go into the house to wake my son for our morning exercises. Whatever it was, I am sure I will know what it is soon enough.
________________________________________________________________________ _________________________
"Father? Are you all right?" my son asks me, with a look of wonderment on his face. Damn him, he got a hit when that power spiked, grabbing my attention. Extending my hand, a blast of energy erupts forth, aiming at him I fire.
The brat crosses his arms over his face and prepares to take the blunt of it. He screams when the Ki reaches him, scalding his bare arms, the scream raises into a guttural roar as he turn the blast into something else. Something formed of his own power, flinging his arms open wide he yells, "Energy Reflect!" When did he learn that? Interesting a new technique.
Screaming into ascension, I jump out of the energy wave headed for me. Black hair flashes gold, onyx eyes bleed to a teal green, this game is on. Leaping into the air, slamming my wrist together, taking the stance my bodies so familiar with. "FINAL FLASH," I yell at him, lets see him reflect that. He blue eyes widen in fear, as he follows climbing to Super Sayian. He sees this for what it is, a challenge to take the hit dead on. The Sayian in the brat is strong enough to never back down from a challenge directly issued. Especially from the Prince of all Sayian's.
The arms cross once more, and the cold determination set in his teal eyes mirror my own. His aura stirs, building for the right moment to change the attack into what he wants it to be. Now that I have seen this before I can appreciate it for sheer in genius of it. "Energy REFLECT!" And again he takes my attack, twisting it, tweaking it, into something else. But, he is too weak and the blast is too strong. He can't mold it quick enough, and is hit full force with it. He is slammed hard into the side of the chamber, damn it.
"Trunks? Are you alright?" I ask sharply, the boy needs to train harder. The blast wasn't that strong to lay him into the walls like it did. He should have flipped backwards out of the way and let the energy go, but no he is stupid and let it hit him square in the chest. "Trunks?" I ask once more. He is not answering, is he injured? Walking over to where he lay motionless, my fears are relaxed a bit. He lives, but is staring off into nothing.
"Damn it boy, what's the matter with you?" Now I am beginning to get pissed. His head snaps up, with a feral intensity I have longed to see from his weakling earth loving eyes. Finally, he is showing his Sayian blood in all its glory. It's just now that I noticed, he is still a super Sayian. A very pissed off super Sayian. Good.
He raises slowly, cold eyes never leave mine. I will not forget this, Trunks, not for a long time. You, my son, are truly Sayian at this moment. Crouching low into a fighting stance I prepare for your attack, I know you have one planned. I can see it calculating in your frozen stare. You throw your head back, yelling, calling, wailing for the power inside your spirit. I can feel the smirk tugging at my mouth, no my son I will not forget this.
The air cracks as your form starts to lift, the power surrounding pulls you into the center of it. The damn brakes and the energy pent up within is released. Your arms are thrown above your head, and the glacier glazed look is once more searing my own. I can see the ripples of energy curling around both arms, traveling to the wrists, and finally gathering onto the palms of your hand. Yes, Trunks, feel it, feel everything. I have made you so angry that you have built enough power for this to be a finishing move. A fatal blow, and I have never been more proud of you. I didn't know you had it in you, I am glad you do.
"PRIDE...OF.. A.... FALLEN RACE!!!!!!!!!!!" you scream releasing your attack! It's brilliant, I have no idea how you have done this! Glorious, my son simply glorious. The energy is let go from your struggling grasp, as you aim it towards me. Issuing the same challenge I have set for you. Quickly spreading my legs out, for better balance, I cross my own arms and prepare for your attack.
It lands true to its mark, slamming hard into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. Some things wrong, this energy feels funny, different. DAMN IT...why didn't I see sooner, you have got me this time Trunks. You have pulled energy from me, my pride in my race, my pride in my self, and yes my pride in you. Where did you learn this? How did you do it? Perhaps I will ask you when I wake up, because at present I am falling into a black abyss. You have achieved what few have been able to do, son, you have knocked me out cold. My last fleeting thought is that if we were on Vegeta-sei, in your defeat of me, you would now be king.
A haze surrounds me, the pounding in my head is deafening. Golden locks of hair fall across my vision, when did I go Super? Energy sizzles and snaps through out the chamber, what the hell? A scream, deep and trembling floods the room, who..what...FATHER. I watch my father fall to the floor, oh WHAT HAVE I DONE? Running to his side, praying to Kami that he lives. I don't know what came over me? Where on earth did those attacks come from? It was as if something in me broke, and everything I am came crashing to the surface slicing to get out. I couldn't stop it, I didn't WANT to stop it. What is this tight feeling I have in my belly as I see my father, alive but injured badly, lying on the floor? Not wanting to investigate it any further, I pick up the bloody form of my passed out father and head to the infirmary. My last thoughts before I leave the gravity room are, my mother is not going to be pleased about this. The scary part is, I can't seem to find the will to care about it. What is going on around with me?
________________________________________________________________________ ________________________
While the father and son battle it out, and earths hero Goku's waiting for it to come, danger is rapidly approaching unnoticed by either party. But, one vigilant observer knows she is coming that death will be here shortly. Closing his eyes, saying a quiet pray in vane. He waits for the battle to begin, knowing the outcome already. For this is a threat unheard of, a danger in the form of old acquaintances, and new threat. What will earth's heroes do when they are forced to fight for they're lives and loved ones once more,to fight a power un-rivaled only by one other. And, sadly, not one of earth's greatest.