InuYasha Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blast to the Past ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or DBZ, never have, never will.

Author: Azuka O'Hara
Parental Advisory: Contains strong language, acts of violence and gore, as well as sins of the flesh



Chapter One


“Pan, be a dear and go get me the tool box from the time capsule.” Pan blinked leaned back on the balls of her feet, pulling her head free from the tangled wires and gears of the airship she was currently working on. “Tool box?” Bulma's fingers flew over the keys, creating a calming rhythm that Bulma's employees came to recognize and fear; do not disrupt.

Bulma's eyes flew from computer screen to computer screen; from data pages to clipboards. “Yes, that tool box contains a capsule case that has a few molecular test tubes that I had been working on back when Trunks first used it to travel back in time to help defeat Cell. I forgot all about it till last week. I have everything else need to complete the project, but those tubes. SO please, be a dear...” Pan sighed and wiped off her hands on her black cargo pants and stood up, smearing grease and oil on her cheek as she wiped the back of her wrist against her mouth.

Pan's long black hair was a product of her mothers constant nagging. Her mother saw it that if pan couldn't turn Super Sayin-jin, why keep it short? Pan snorted as she scrubbed her hands on a towel; maybe because she liked it that way! Shaking her head, Pan left behind the ticking, tacking of Bulma's skilled fingers on a keyboard, and weaved through bubbling liquids, beeping machines and buzzing generators. She found the Time Machine, covered in a musty old tarp. Placing her hands on her hips, Pan's tail, which was returned to her thanks to Bulma; though still useless, twitched in agitation. Ripping the machine free, Pan smirked as she looked at the machine she, Trunks and her grandfather had used to collect the black star dragon balls.

Releasing the hatch, she climbed into the ship and found herself lost in nostalgia. After about fifteen minutes of visiting the past, she found the tool box in the cockpit. Sitting down in the pilot seat, Pan drummed her fingers on the tool box that sat on the floor. She swung back and forth absently as she glared absently in thought at the control panel. Her tail thumped contentedly against her calf and thigh. Sighing she swung around and bent to pick up the tool box; something caught her eye. She froze and slowly looked up to see a blinking red light just above the cockpits archway. She tilted her head and stood up, abandoning the tool box to investigate.

“Panny-chan!!” Pan nearly leaped out of her skin as she whirled to see Vegeta-chan perched on the tool box behind her. The boy was no older than Pan was when she first came into this ship. “Neat, where'd this come from anyway? Tell me, or I'll tell me dad you were mean to me.” Pan's body temperature dropped a few degrees, but her face hardened as she glared at the little carbon copy of the Prince. Here we all thought Bra was Vegeta's little pride and joy...ha! Vegeta-chan was next in line to be prince, he priceless and irreplaceable. Of course, Bra still had her father wrapped tightly around each of her scrawny little fingers, but Vegeta-chan had his father tightly wrapped around his tail. “You want to know? Fine, this is a Time Machine-.” “I know what a time machine is, stupid! My mother does build them!” Pan's eyebrow twitched, her fingers tightening slightly in the desire to choke the little bastard. Vegeta-chan knew he had the world balanced on the tip of his tail, and took it all for granted. “Grr, this Time Machine was used by your brother years ago to help destroy a tyrant named Cell, and used also by your brother, me and my grandfather to collect the black star Dragon Balls.” Vegeta-chan looked pleased with this information as he nodded and looked around. His tail, which surprisingly was black, was curled securely around his waist; like his father taught him. “Hmm, my father told me about that.”

Pan almost rolled her eyes as she turned to examine the blinking red light. She flipped open the breaker box and looked at the different colored wires and plugs. “You know what your doing?” She resisted the urge to act childish and snap at him. “Of course I know what I'm doing, you brat. I help your mother build these too you know.” “Yeah whatever, we all know you'd never be anything without my mother's help.” Pan gritted her tiny fangs as her black eyes danced over the details of the breaker box. “Why is that light blinking?” Vegeta-chan muttered. Pan rolled her eyes and turned to glare over her shoulder at him. Too late. “Vegeta No!” Pan lurched forward, but the child had already begun to press buttons and pull levers. “Shut up! I know what I'm doing!” He snapped back at her. She took only a single step before the machine trembled so hard it knocked them both onto their backs. An alarm screeched deafeningly, scarlet lights swung and whirled. Vegeta cried out and clapped his hands over his ears. Pan cursed and rolled onto her elbows, attempting to push against the rocking of the ship. It was useless as she was pressed back down onto her stomach, as if held in place by over three hundred gs. “Shit!” She turned to Vegeta-chan and saw him pressed just as fiercely to the ground as she was. She quickly reached for him, snarling at her own weakness. If Vegeta-chan died, it would be her fault. As it was, she had no idea what was wrong with him, as his eyes were closed and he was motionless. “V....Vege...ta!” The world spun as the pressure on her increased ten fold. She cried out and flopped, boneless, to the ground.

~~

Vegeta's head snapped up as a disruption in the gravitation fields spiked and distorted like he'd never felt before. His eyebrows forked and then in his chest, he heard the fear, felt the terror of his son. His eyes widened as he shouldered a whole in the wall, blasting through metal, cement and electrical wires. Blasting free into open air, he used every ounce of strength and speed he could muster, heading back to Capsule Corp.

Arriving he found his wife in hysterics, screaming and ordering, keeping her head through her own terror and pain. A flash of pride cut through his own terror as he landed beside her. “What happened?” She shook her head, screaming at people. The lab was nothing but a mushroom cloud of black, acidic smoke, piles of metal and rubble nearly covered a two hundred yard radius.

Bulma. Her sky blue eyes were wide with panic as she screamed fury at those who weren't moving the rubble fast enough. Vegeta snarled and shot forward. “Stand aside.” He snarled in a deadly quiet tone. The employees eagerly scrambled away as Vegeta lifted a hand and blew aside a huge chunk of rubble. Bulma raced past him, but he easily overtook her and entered the catacomb of the underground labs. He raced through the smoke, plowed through barriers and obstacles.

Ground zero. He skidded to a stop, his eyes wide. For the first time, the Prince looked as he felt. Terrified beyond reason. The fires surrounding the empty space was quickly covering it. The traces of fear, terror and gut wrenching anguish left behind brought the prince to his knees.

Bulma clattered a stop behind him, unable to get too close due to the blaze of the fires. “Vegeta!” She cried, coughing through the thick black smog. Vegeta dipped his head down, grabbed his head. “My son.... my son....” Bulma screamed and cried, trying to get his attention as the scorching fires crept closer to him. The cloth of his pants, pulled tight at the knees, began to fray and split, catching on fire as he arched his head, his face still covered. The princes arms fell down, flexing into tight boulders of muscle. He released a meaningless screech of horrible pain.

~

Goku looked up in surprise, the sound triggering something inside him that was instinctive. He snarled, reacting only on impulse as he took tot he sky. Gohan, who felt the tremor of pain crash through telepathic waves, followed.

~

Words; scrambled together like the buzzing of thousands of insects. My eyes cracked open slowly, blurred colors and shapes that swam and jerked. The scramble of words gained volume, and became more complicated. I screwed my eyes shut and pushed my aching, rubbery arms under me, shoving myself up onto my knees. I froze half way, my sinuses suddenly feeling as if they were being ripped out. A hand of pain grasped the back of my neck and crawled up the back of my skull. I grabbed my head and dropped, the pressure released suddenly with the decrease in elevation. “Wait na, slow'n steady.” My eyes popped open as my forehead ground into the floor.

Where was I? Where was Vegeta-chan. I turned and looked under my arm to see a body laying beside me. Someone suddenly obscured my vision, bright neon colors; spandex that clung to the voluptuous, obviously feminine backside. I blinked and the colors stopped swinging enough for me to catch details. Her uniform was a dark navy blue, with stiff neon green trim; knee patches, calve linings and the spine was a beautiful, rich color of pink that I had never seen before. Was she wearing a back pack?

She stood up; her boots were apart of her uniform. “Where...?” I swallowed as my voice cracked, I coughed and slowly sat up. As I rose, the hand of pain in the back of my neck tightened and the jack in my sinuses expanded. Slowly; the pain was tolerable and easily overcome. All at once however, it was crippling. “What be ye name; me Giza.” She squatted before me and I looked up slowly, as any head movement created incapacitating pain. “Son....Pan, Son.” “Son.” She said as if she agreed. It was only then that I noticed she was wearing some kind of heavy duty ski mask. Her mouth wasn't even visible; covered by a mesh looking strip of leather or stiff material; startling neon green. The goggles she wore were tinted dark navy blue with that strange pink color.

She began to speak in that rapid string of words that sounded to me like profanity in its intensity and conviction. Then I felt the world rumble and stir. Silence. “What?” The sound of fearful confusion made me whirl; bypassing the pain as adrenaline spiked and shot a boost of power to my muscles. I made it to my feet before the whirling red lights followed a deafening, repetitive screech.
It went black again.

~

“What the fuck is that?” “Inuyasha please...” “Woman... I swear to kami, if you don't stop nagging me about saying shit-.” “Like what Inuyasha? Profanity in front of children?” “Oi! I'm not a child!” “Shut up brat! No one was talking to you!” “Ayiiiie! Kagome!” “Shippou...Inuyasha, he has a right to state his opinion; Shippou, I won't save you every time you purposefully piss him off.”

Miroku, a holy monk, tapped his staff into the ground absently as his sea depths blue eyes surveyed the enormous crater. Sango, a fearsome Taijiya, with her companion Kirara atop her shoulder, glanced towards the monk with barely checked violence and distrust. Kirara meowed as she too turned from her vintage point, to look at the monk. “Watch your hand, monk.” She said tightly as she took a step forward. Miroku blinked and looked back at her, startled. He blinked again and felt his arm fall back against his side. He frowned, cursed himself and began to explain. “Sango, my dear, lovely, enchanted goddess-.” She rounded on him, her long brown hair swinging out behind her. “Do not feed me your 'holier than thou' bullshit, monk. I will not have it this day!”

Miroku winced and held up his hands, the prayer beads on his left hand clinking softly as he moved. “Oi! Hurry up Bouzu! Sango!” Inuyasha's ears twitched at the mumbled smart-ass reply of the monk and the exasperated prayer whispered by the Taijiya. Although they were over sixty feet back, Inuyasha heard them as if they'd whispered and mumbled straight into his ear. He turned to glare at Kagome, who was smiling in the direction of their friends. She caught the hostility directed at her and turned; her face crumbled first into confusion and then defensive anger. “What!?” She snapped. He flinched, but crossed his arms and huffed. “Your a real pain in the ass, you know that?” Her jaw dropped open. “Excuse me?” He smirked and shifted his weight arrogantly as he loomed over her. “You heard me-.” A suddenly screeching sound cut him off. Clapping a hand over his sensitive ears, Inuyasha nearly dropped to his feet. Sango, Miroku and Kagome all did.

Shippou passed out, blood leaking from his ears; Kirara stood poised, just barely, atop him.

The air itself trembled in unison with the earth; mountain sides crumbled and trees toppled. The screech wasn't the call of beast nor man; but of something only Kagome would recognize.

Her head snapped up, pupils dilating as the ice gray of her eyes seemed to shift before traces of mercury silver bled around the outside. “Its metal.” She whispered; Inuyasha's ears were clapped so tightly on his head, he never heard her. His left eye cracked open, however, and looked at her in stunned confusion. His confusion grew and turned to anger when Kagome rose above the deafening screech and stood to greet it. Suddenly the sound cut, and nothing moved; air deprivation for all of two seconds had Miroku and Sango on their hands and knees, near unconsciousness. Then sound and air returned with a mute bang that knocked everyone to their backs; save Kagome who glistened like a back lit star. A halo of power circled around her like a soap bubble. Inuyasha was the first to recover, rushing to his feet and landing in front of Kagome. Her mercury colored eyes contained no pupils that his demonic sight could see; nor, he was certain, was she seeing the waking world as he was. Her lips fluttered softly, as if she were talking to herself, but the ringing in his ears had yet to allow him proper reception.

He glared over his shoulder, where the crater had been now sat a mangled heap of smoldering rock. His eyes narrowed; it was not rock. “...metal.” His ears flicked and his head jerked around. “Kagome!” His voice sounded distorted and odd to his own ears; yet his instincts told him he'd used the proper tone and volume. Her eyes were clearing, but traces of mercury still wove through the patterns of the girl's gray iris's. Pupils opened like vortex's until they locked on him and were normal again. Her eyes stayed on him for only two seconds before they leaped to focus on the smoldering, white hot heaps of metal. Her eyes widened. “There are people in that!” She gasped. Inuyasha cursed and glared over his shoulder, holding Kagome close to him and shielding her as best as he could with the sleeves of his haroi. From under his bangs, Inuyasha glared, golden cat-slit eyes flashing bronze and yellow.

“Inuyasha!” “Kagome-sama!” “Inuyasha!” Sango repeated as he bent over Shippou, dried blood caked on her jaw and neck. “Shippou's hurt!” The hanyou snarled blackly, real fear flashing in his eyes as he looked down at Kagome. She hadn't taken her eyes off the carnage that was now burning; a funnel of black smoke rising into the air. “We have to get out of here, that thing will call demons from miles around.” Inuyasha snarled down at her, worry etched onto his face. Why was she so out of it? “Kagome?” He cupped her cheek and made her look at him. She blinked and focused on him. “Inuyasha there are people-.” “Shippou's hurt. Bad. We have to get out of here. Can you walk?” Her beautiful eyebrows forked sharply. “Inu-.” “Help!”
Inuyasha and Kagome spun to face the carnage. Sango and Miroku, still fifty yards behind, were bent over Shippou and Kirara. “Help us!” The dialect was strange, heavy with an accent Kagome couldn't place. “Inuyasha!” “Fuck.” He snarled softly, shooting across the distance with a speed Kagome was left aghast at. She had no idea he could move that fast.

“Kagome-sama!” Kagome whirled around, as if in a trance, and rushed back towards her friends. She knelt down beside Miroku, across from Sango and gently touched Shippou's bleeding head and trembling stomach. She closed her eyes and prayed. “Here goes nothing...” Sango closed her eyes and began to pray as well. Miroku placed his hand on Kagome's and lay his staff down beside him, placing that hand over Kagome's on Shippou's stomach.

Kagome felt his presence enter her sphere of power, felt his soul brush against hers in a friendly greeting before he molded himself to her and followed her lead' offering himself at her disposal.

In reality, Kagome and Miroku both; exhaled as one person, moved as a single unit. His hand was hers, his power; hers. Kagome's eyes opened in the astral plane, glowing bright mercury; her hair and gown. Before her, the bundled green spirit of a fox huddled, trembling and whining. She moved as if through water, her hair buoyant around her.

Shippou. She called, her voice a feeling not a sound. Shippou. The baby fox lifted its eyes, sharp angles of ice blue. She knelt, the movement fast but slow enough to accent the buoyancy of her grace. She cradled his jaw in one hand, the other place gently on his flank.

In reality, Sango gasped as Kagome and Miroku's hands became almost one, blurring around the edges. Kagome looked tranquil, Miroku her mirror opposite, though he looked strained and stretched. Sango's eyes watched as Shippou's ears stopped bleeding, a soft shimmer glistening under the flesh of his skull.

~~

I was not aware of much but the crushing pain. Vegeta-chan was the furthest thing from my mind; which would have warranted me five days of constant training without nothing but senzu beans to eat, at five hundred plus gravity. “Shit...” “Shhh, lie still, you have a few broken bones. Not as bad as your boy, though-.” My eyes popped open as my stomach dropped into acid and my heart leaped up to choke me; all in the same sickening second. A cool hand touched my cheek. The words were soothing, if not volatile in their softness. My vision blurred. “....my....boy?” It didn't sound like a question, even to myself. “He suffers three broken ribs, a punctured lung and a fractured skull. He is in good care, the best you can do for him now, is rest and regain your strength, great warrior.” I tried to open my eyes; keep them open, but I never got far before they sagged closed. Damn.

~~

Birds. A bright light; and fucking birds. “Fuck.” I snarled, lifting a hand, ignroing the aches and pains, to rub my eyes. “Hm!” Someone snorted in mirth. “Your no better, it seems.” I would have cracked an eye to look at her, but I knew better. Direct sunlight right now, would give me a mind-blowing head ache. I held my temper. “Why don't you piss off and ask Aunt B to make some breakfast. Actually, better yet, get the fuck out of my room and go whine to daddy. I don't have time for you right now.” “Oh... well.... huh, thats awkward....” She giggled. I snarled, feeling my tail twitched around my stomach. A heavy blanket made the movement difficult and slightly awkward. Something soft, and small curled against my side. Instinctively I pulled it closed with my arm, once again ignoring the popping pain in my side and huffed. “I'm serious Bra, you have all of two seconds-.” “My name is Kagome Higurashi, I come from the year 2007. I live in Tokyo Japan, my family owns and Shrine and I go to High School.” My eyebrows twitched; what was her angle? “Kami-fuck!” I sat up, my hair bristling as my fangs extended in my mouth, my eyes locked on her. My anger died, the wind of my defiance and rage falling short; hard enough for me to slump in confusion. It must have shown on my face, because she lifted a hand to cover her mouth and giggle.

My eyes widened. I did not recognize the uniform, but I'd seen some like it around Kyoto. Irritation quickly overran confusion. My anger returned full force. “Who the hell are you? Where the fuck am I?” I turned and looked down, my blood running cold when I seen Vegeta-chan, bandaged up like a mummy. My heart broke, slowing down to a near crawl as my stomach turned into a black whole, sucking away feeling and understanding.

“You were in a terrible crash. Someone came with you? She survived without hardly a scratch- she doesn't speak a language I understand. I can speak English and Korean, a little of Chinese and Vietnamese...” I turned to look back at her. “You said the year 2007, right? But its 2009.” She blinked. “So you traveled through time? I guess I already knew that. That was a Time Machine, wasn't it?” I nodded slowly, watching her reaction. She bit the pad of her thumb, her gaze introspective as she mumbled softly to herself. My hearing was sharp enough that I made out every word as if spoken clearly. “That means she came from a parallel universe, and from the future...but thats complicated!” She complained, then looked up at me. “We're only three years behind you, and that Time Machine looked to have been a hunk of junk. Was it a prototype? If it was, why have a child on board.” I barely held my temper in check. “It was a piece of junk; and a prototype. But it was built almost twenty years ago; we've perfected it. My Aunt and I, I mean. My Aunt built a lot of firsts in the scientific field. From gravity Machines, to Time Machines, to Space Ships. She does it all.” Her eyes, a strange color, widened.

“What are you? Are you demon?” I frowned at her, wasn't she supposed to be having a culture shock? Didn't humans have those? I snarled as I recalled my own weakness; the two thirds of it. “I am the result of a half-breed mating with a human. I'm diluted so much that I cannot even-.” I snarled and balled my hands into fists; then I glared at her. “What the fuck are you? Why are you here?” She winced as if I'd smacked her. “I told you that my family owned a shrine; well on my fifteenth birthday, a demon spirit kidnapped me and pulled me through the well in the well house; through time. I am the reincarnation of a five hundred year old priestess, who died trying to fulfill her destiny. Its my job to finish what she died trying to do.” I felt a prick of sympathy; not enough to sway my anger and annoyance, but enough to make me gain a fraction of control back. My fangs retracted, though they still ached.
“You said someone came with us. Where is she?” Kagome nodded as she placed her hands on her thighs, that were tucked under her. “Yes. She speaks enough Japanese to get by; she calls herself Giza.” The name brought back flashes of memories. I frowned. “Where is the Time Machine?” Gone. Its shredded into nothing but heaps of melted metal.” I growled. “How long have I been out?” “Three days.” “Shit!” I snarled and stood up. She gasped. “No wait!” “I'm not entirely all human! My body is different than yours!” She dropped back onto her shins with a stunned expression. “Funny...he said that exact same thing.” I frowned down at her, questioning her sanity. I snarled and looked down to see I was naked from the waist up, with bandages wrapped around my torso, exposing most of my left breast and all of my right. I scowled at the large bags of flesh; useless. My tail unwound around my waist as I looked around.

“Clothes? Over here.” She was up and leading me to a wardrobe. “Sorry, this is all we could afford.” She apologized for the beautiful white kimono that hung with a full moon and a bamboo tree stitched on the back. I was speechless for all of two seconds; awed by its beauty. I handled the fine fabric as if it were gold. It slid across my skin like cool water. I hummed softly as relished in the therapeutic feel of silk. I pulled my long hair out of the collar and turned to Kagome. She handed me a pair of slippers, which I looked at, then took. “You have to take me back. If you disagree, then I will track it myself and leave the child in your care. Know this, I have your ki signature, I can and will find you.” I looked up at her, hoping my coal black eyes conveyed the violence I had ins tore for her, should she fail.

She set her hands on her hips. “What it is with you demons, and having a god-complex?” I blinked at her in confusion. I've never been called a demon before. “I would have watched the boy without you having to ask me!” She threw her hands up. “I am not a demon.” I said slowly. She rolled her eyes. “You said you were a half-breed.” “No. I am only a quarter Sayin-jin.” “Sayin-jin?” She asked in confusion. “Alien, more commonly known. My grandfather and my uncle are the last remaining of a powerful, intelligent race. My Uncle was the prince; next in line to take the throne of Vegeta-sei.” “The Vegeta star?” I nodded. “Thats original. Of course, I should have guessed, as you spoke his name quiet often.” I nodded. “Arrogant ass named his son after himself, still hoping to create a Vegeta-sei on Earth.” She blinked at me in astonishment. I waved her off as I turned and walked out. “I should be no more than a few days.” I said as I slid open the shoji doors to the porch. “Where the fuck do you think your going?” The tone, the arrogance. My hair bristled and my tail straightened and puffed out behind me. Every instinct in me told me to vent on this man, that he could take it and dish it. Do it, do it, do it.

I shook my head and craned my neck up to see a beautiful man. Long silky silver hair, looked feather soft and fine. Large cat-like eyes, generous enough that a girl could lose herself for days in the depths of gold and honey. Of course, the beautiful picture turned to ashes when he opened his mouth. “Oi, bitch! The fuck is wrong with you?” He tilted his head in disgusted confusion. The skin on my shoulders and back tightened; muscles following suit as I stood upright, bristled like a cat about to face down a large dog.

“You stink.” I said suddenly as the wind shifted. His nose wrinkled; so cute! “What!? Bitch!” he snarled and lurched to loom over me. Years of practice and training under the ice King himself, I snickered at him wickedly. I tilted my chin down and glared at him through my bans and lashes. Instinctively I retorted, “touch me, dog, and I rip out your pretty hair and string you up in a tree by your pubic hairs.” Though the shock and fear pulsed through his expression, neither of us were ready for a third party. “Hm. It would seem you've picked up yet another disobedient, volatile female who does not know her place. Shame, little brother, is all you will ever bring into this family.” “Sesshomaru.” Inuyasha snarled, his ears moving to the sound and location of the intruder, before his eyes moved and locked onto the ghost like figure emerging from the bamboo forest. I watched in growing astonishment as kami itself in masculine form, stepped from the shadows. Hair that flowed like water, looked equally soft and buoyant; eyes the color of a sunset and translucent yellow. A strong, masculine jaw and pale thin lips. Kami. His eyes moved away from me, back to Inuyasha. “Half-breeds.” The word was a question as well as an insult. It was like that, was it? I felt my ire growing, pain fueling my temper as I fought the rage building in my chest. I glanced at the sky and nearly laughed in hysteria. The faded image of the moon hovered in the twilight of the day, awaiting its turn to show its face. It was full. Perfect.

I could not turn into a Super Sayin, but with my tail, the full moon still effected me. Go figure. I looked back at the approaching kami; Inuyasha was a stone beside me. “What do you want, Sesshomaru-teme?” Kami seemed to like that, a soft tilt of his lips and a brighter color in his eyes, gave fact to his amusement. So, here we have an Ice God; well, I can do ice. I crossed my arms, careful of the beautiful silk. Under my kimono, my tail twitched. “I felt the earth shift in unnatural ways; I thought of you, my brother. Perhaps, I thought to myself, the earth herself wishes your demise as I do?” He flicked a strand of hair from his hair as he came to a stop. “I come to find only, my half-breed, disgrace of a brother, in league with yet another creature of weakness and human blood.”

My eyes widened, scarlet creating a thin ring around my eyes. The earth began to tremble as electric discharge crackled around my forearms and shoulders. “Weak?” I asked him as I stepped down onto the first step of the stairs. Pebbles began to rise, the wood creaked under my foot; the foundation of the house began to groan.

Kami only looked at me, as if not impressed. No? How about this. The muscles in my arms bunched sharply, my body bowing inward as my eyes faded white with the force of energy I was exploiting. It was only a fraction, but it was enough to lift rocks and shatter them. The steps I stood on shattered as I hovered in mid air. My fangs grew out and the rage I'd been suppressing clawed at its cage with fury. “I am not weak.” I stated, speaking the words slowly and with emphasis.

“Prove it to this Sesshomaru.” He lifted his left hand, fingertips pointed upward. In the fading light, his nails glistened like blades. The soft silk of his sleeves rustled gently as it slid back off his forearm. “Don't be stupid, bitch! He'll kill you.” Inuyasha growled behind me, his words barely held the desire of the warning.

I snorted at him and snapped elbows into my sides, curling forward as my power rocketed. The soil around me broke and swirled in a vortex around me. Blue lightning raced around me like a serpent, a golden arch of power highlighting my face and casting shadows as I looked up to meet Kami's eyes.

Let me go. The beast whispered. Beyond the shadows of its cage, blood red eyes opened, a maw of fangs pulled open. Let me out.

I closed my eyes as my power crested and blasted itself out. At full power I felt my bones healing, my muscles burning like fresh wrought iron. I chuckled softly and angled myself and held out my hand in an elegant pose. I lifted my head as lightning cracked down the length of my forearm. I curled my fingers gently, in a beautiful pose of deadly grace. I snapped into action, spreading my legs in the horse stance, the arm behind me tucked into my side, the other snapping and twisting to press flat towards him. “Kamehameha!” I shouted and the ball of blue energy shot out with a comet tail. Earth shattered and dust flew; the house groaned again, but didn't cave. Good.

“Fuck! Watch it!” Inuyasha yelled behind me. I did not have time for him. My eyes scanned my surroundings, but nothing gave him away. My ears strained, my senses fanned and my instincts running high. He would not move without my knowing.

My senses pinpointed him seconds before he emerged. I managed to duck the first swipe and leap back from his raised knee intended for my chin. I danced left to right, evading his deadly claw, as training and instincts noted his missing one arm, he was still if not twice as deadly. I landed my first blow, to his cheek; it turned his head, but it felt like punching through Aunt B's special metal, the one she used to make the interior of the gravity rooms. He landed his first blow right after mine. Due to my surprise and hesitation, he punched me hard in the gut, enough to pick me up off the ground, and keep me there so he could round house me in the shoulder, rocketing me into the bamboo forest.

I struck and rolled, tearing up trees and ground as I went. I flipped and managed to land on my left knee. I hissed as the beautiful silk began to fall apart, dropping off me in chunks like it was melting. I looked up in furious anger as he suddenly bore down on me. I rolled and managed to block his double strike. I leaned out of the third strike meant to knock my head off my shoulders. Following the lean back with a back hand spring, I landed a kick to his chin. He stumbled, but regained control and perused in only seconds after contact. Shit! I hissed as I danced backwards the three steps he had to advance. I ducked and weaved out of his swipes, before I cartwheeled to the left and twirled on my landing foot to kicked his hand away, leaving him wide open. I snickered and finished my spin with an out stretched hand. The energy ball only began to form when something acidic and toxic green wrapped around my wrist like a living serpent. (I cried out and danced back like a cat exposed to water. Useless. His laughter tore at my frayed control. He yanked me forward and I fell to my knees. “Weak.” I hissed and looked up, tugging at the whip of poison with my free hand, ignoring the searing pain. He tilted his head at me.

I felt the growl start in my stomach, tightening the muscles as it surged up my throat and past my fangs. His eyes flashed with something, but I was lost to my rage; the beast having clawed through a portion of my control. My instincts told me of a weakness in the poison, I lurched forward onto my feet and yanked hard with my free hand. The poison shattered with a loud crack. His surprise was an aphrodisiac; using the elation of triumph, I surged forward head long into his gut. Holding my ground as he stumbled back, I pulled both arms back into my sides and sucked in a powerful breath of air, my back and shoulder arching with the gesture. “CHYAAAAA-AAAAYA!” Machine gun status. The ki blasts struck, each one, point blank into his long torso. The surprised pain etched onto his face, frozen under the assault, was priceless and exhilarating.

He recovered far quicker than I could have predicted, his eyes snapped onto mine in lucid fury. His arm snapped out, catching the side of my face in the large web of his claws; hard enough to jerk me roughly to the side, holding me midair for all of two seconds before his forehead crashed into the bridge of my nose. I shuddered and sagged in his hold, before my body snapped back into response. I latched onto his arm and flung my lower half up and dug my feet into his throat, shoving back with everything I had. I screamed and he grunted; his claws dug sharply into my skull, piercing with sick, popping cracks. I whined without being able to stop myself, as I looked skyward. I missed home. My heart suddenly lurched, my eyes went blank for two seconds. When I found myself focusing again, I was looking dead at the rising full moon. My heart lurched again, this time my entire soul pulsing in tune. Oh no. Oh shit. My heart and soul lurched again, this time my muscles feeling the vibrations and beginning to ache. My gut stirred; swirling like a vortex as power that was entirely my own threatened to consume and fry me alive.

The beasts cage swung open slowly, the sound effects as clear to me as if they were a struck bell. Inside the darkness the beast slowly opened glowing red eyes. A row of glowing, pearly white fangs revealed a ghastly insane smile. It surged forward, intent to kill.

~

Her skin burned; the blood flowing between my claws was now scalding, hot enough to scorch a painful path down and around my wrist. I watched its progress with confusion and irritation. How had this quarter-breed monkey managed to cause me pain, twice in a row? Impossible, not even Inuyasha has caused this amount of pain.

Rage and denial poured through my system; pounding in my head in reaction to her. However, her eyes suddenly turned down to me, her features blurring and growing sharper; more predatory and carnal. Her eyes were entirely white, glowing with the rage of her power before they swirled into sharp angles of scarlet. Hair sprouted on her face and hands. I snarled in disgust, but a shiver of fear lanced through me. My reaction was instantaneous and easy; slipping into the warm depths of power where the beast lay in wait.

~

An opal beast of beauty and power, surged past the treetops, lifting his head to tilt and howl his wrath. A tower beast joined him in a call of natural rage; a giant ape. “Fuck that SHIT!” Inuyasha skidded to a stop on the mountain side, the bamboo forest crumbling at the feet of tyrants, their leaves swirling around the two in an exotic dance. “Oh!” Kagome slid from the hanyou's back , glancing back as Sango, Miroku and Kirara landed behind them. The two-tailed fire cat, allowed her passengers to dismount before she rushed to Inuyasha's side, taking large whiffs of air. Inuyasha absently placed a hand atop her head, squinting into the distance as the ape swung and landed a powerful blow to the dogs jaw; the crack was like thunder, the stumbling beast a crumbling mountain. The dog reacted, showing all of his fangs as he spewed a torrent of poisonous smog. The ape swung violently at the smog; the dog rushed into it and grabbed the apes arm, swinging it around and slamming it into the ground.

“Impossible! She was not a full blooded demon!” Sango protested, Inuyasha could only shake his head, his eyes glued to the dance of gods before him. “No...shes not a demon.” Everyone turned to look at her varying degree's of surprise and disbelief. “She's... what my people call alien's. They are not from this planet.” “Planet?” Inuyasha spat the unfamiliar word like dirt. He turned back to the fight. “Yes, planet. This is called Planet earth, we are the third planet from the sun, in our galaxy.” Sango pressed a hand to her forehead. “Complicated.” Miroku shrugged. “Not that bad, I could explain it to you.” Kagome smiled. “Its not that simple, Miroku-sama. The future astrologers, or prophets or stargazers, are way more accurate than they are in this time.” The monk pinched his chin in thought. “Hmn.”

Sango came to a stand on the other side of Kirara, her hand on the cats large shoulder. “What should we do, Inuyasha?” The hanyou snorted and crossed his arms, his eyes dancing in their sockets as he fought to keep up with the fight.

~~

Blood rolled down the ape's left shoulder, a gory flesh wound that hardly burdened the giant beast. Pulling back, she opened her mouth, the fur along her spine and the top of her hair flashed gold as she released a roar of defiant power that took the form of a golden energy blast. It caught the dog full; in the face, too close to properly avoid. The dog staggered tot he side, but did not fall down as the energy blinked out; smoke rising from the demon's opal fur. The ape surged forward to catch the dog in a violent head lock, where she picked him up and swung him around like a rag doll. The dog caught foot holds in three different places on the apes front and side. He roared and pulled himself free of the crushing head lock, snapping quickly at the face of the ape before he landed back on his hind paws. The ape swung her arms, shoving with one forearm and punching with the other; the dog latched on to the offered meat and violently shook his head side to side. The ape roared and punched twice in the dogs ribs; feeling the air whoosh passed the dogs nostrils against the sensitive fur of her bleeding arm.

The dogs glowing red eyes rolled up to lock on the ape; they stared at each other for only a second before the ape snapped out with her free arm and slammed it heel down onto the top of the dogs skull. Its eyes squinted in pain, but its tail suddenly snapped out and wrapped around the arm, up to the shoulder, of the ape. She roared in defiant fury, down at him as she used her shackles as anchors and lifted the dog off the ground and slammed him around.

~

“This can go on all night.” The hanyou turned to the taijiya, before he turned to find Kagome and Miroku in a heated discussion about advanced science and planets. He scowled at them, before sighing and glancing at the sky. “Its almost dawn.” “Look at the forest...there is not much left.” Correction, screw the forest, the mountain was nothing more than a flat plane of barren earth. Poor forest, his ass.

However, almost as if the words spoke by the hanyou, had been the trigger, the ape suddenly yowled, not in pain but in denial. Anguish at the loss of something precious. The dog snarled, backing slowly away from the ape as she grabbed her head and sunk to her knees. “Heh, look at Sesshomaru; he's covered in blood!” Inuyasha barked in elation and joy. The great dog snarled and snapped a quick, hard glance, in his direction. “Shit.” Inuyasha gulped, taking a step back. Sango's eyes rose. “Um...perhaps its time to go.” “Yeah.” Inuyasha nodded. “Wait! Look at the monkey!” Kagome rushed up to take Inuyasha's hand. He blinked down at her, before looking up.

The giant ape was shrinking backwards, like accelerated evolution; or by one theory there of, into a human looking female. Kagome, Sango and Miroku could only see the soft spot of shape as it fell into the dirt and sprayed up a cloud of dust. “What the hell?” Inuyasha snarled, his ears hooked forward and his pupils so wide it nearly took up the entire orifice of his eye. Kagome looked at him in concern before squinting into the distance. Her eyes widened, however, and swung to see Sesshomaru approaching the figure. Panic swam through her in a dizzying wave. “He's....going to kill her.” Inuyasha's only response to that was a soft flicker of his ear in her direction.
“...No.” Inuyasha finally said, his eyes now nothing but pupil as he looked from his approaching brother to the female now crawling painfully on her stomach. “No...he's....saying something....” His eyebrow knit in confusion.

~~

The pain was excruciating, rolling through me in sharp waves. The amount of blood covering me and surrounding me, was astounding. I was going to die; I was still bleeding through wounds that looked as if large chunks had been ripped from my body. The ground was vibrating, but it barely registered to me through the pain. The beast was back in its cage, content in its bloodbath, but agitated that its time had been cut so short. No....I refuse! I shoved myself up onto my arms and glared defiantly at the kami that approached. He was in no better shape than I, but I watched as he already began to heal. He snarled and barked down at me, angling his head to glare at me with one eye. Submit. That was his message. I snarled and lowered my chin, glaring up at him with careless aggression. “Go to hell.” I spat, trembling as my arms threatened to give. Blood ran down my arm, from the wound taking up half of my neck and the whole of my shoulder. My vision swam, and I nearly fell into black, but I pulled free and managed to regain enough lucidity to glare at him again. He huffed and sat down; his frame abruptly turned to feathers and broke away, turning to dust and eventually it was gone. I blinked in confusion, before I looked down to see the kami, in masculine form, advancing on me as if he'd come fresh from a nap. I scowled at him, hating myself as my vision blurred.

“You will die here.” He said slowly, coming to a stop inches from me. “Die with honor; know that you have managed to harm this Sesshomaru, as no one has in centuries.” Arrogant bastard. “Fuck you pig, who's dying? I ain't dying, not until I wrap my hands around your neck and rip your skull, spine and all, free of your pathetic body!” He tilted his head at me curiously. “Hmn.” The hint of a smile suddenly formed into a genuine grin. I was floored by it; my head swam with the beauty that suddenly shined from him like were a second sun. “...wow....should...smile.....often.” Darkness took me and I struck the earth; the impact was only a second before I lost myself.

~

I watched her, feeling my smile fading. When was the last time I had smiled? Why did this female evoke it? She is nearly our equal.... I knelt down, watching her life fade as quickly as sand through an hour glass. I titled my head as I touched her face, shifting it to the side. Such a waste....allowing her to die. I frowned at myself, even as my hand moved to remove Tentsuiga. With a single swipe, the soul collectors were departed, and her soul ensured to remain in its vessel for at least an hour. I scooped her up and glanced at my brother. “Come here, half-breed. Be useful for once.” A hundred yards away, the hanyou looked to be standing next to him, to Sesshomaru's superior senses. Though the boy whispered, purposefully due to the humans next to him, Sesshomaru heard him clearly all the same. “What am I going to do, ass hole? Wait for her to die again? Look at how she bleeding.” Sesshomaru felt his temper flare and his patience thin. “I said come here, boy. Bring the priestess and the taijiya.” The hanyou frowned and jerked his head back without thinking. The females at his side looked at him in concern, while the monk hardly noticed them as he looked out the distance toward Sesshomaru and the bleeding girl.

Suddenly Inuyasha grabbed Kagome by her waist, as well as Sango. Miroku noticed this. “Oi!” The hanyou had taken off already, with the females. In seconds, he landed before Sesshomaru.
“Whats going on?” Kagome asked Sesshomaru, as if she had a right, marching up to him to check the girl's pulse. Sango, unaccustomed to Inuyasha's violent departures, staggered stiffly to the side before staring wide eyed at the mauled dog prince holding the naked girl who had yet to recover the first time. For an unknown reason, Sango felt overcome with grief and sorrow. She placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes tearing as she watched Kagome fawn over the mangled, bleeding body.

~~

So many questions. I hate questions, especially when the answer eluded me. I stared down at the barely breathing female, bandaged from head to toe. Beside her, her infant slept, curled up like a spiky haired imitation. The familiarity was striking to the point of wonder. Was she truly the mother, or were her species a perfected race? I tilted my head at her, secure in the knowledge that no one knew of my presence. The half-breed was experiencing one of his monthly cycles; the humans of the household slept along with the kit.

Movement, nonthreatening, caught my eye. It was the two-tailed, she crept up to sit beside me soundlessly, staring down at the battered and badly mauled woman. :You have yet to heal, Prince of the West.: My eyebrows rose. Of course, I should not have been surprised, the twin-tailed fire cat was an ancient race, it was of no doubt that the creature was well beyond even my years. Her mental tones were vibrant, if not youthful; tender and yet fierce like that of a mothers word. “I do not require treatment.” Her ear flickered, though she absently lifted a paw to lick and swipe at her face. :Of course. Noble hound refuses to admit when he is hurt. Typical.: I felt my hackles rise slightly, a soundless snarl lifting my lips. “Who are you?” I asked carefully, slowly. The great cat turned an eye on me that nearly made me grin. This creature was far more than she appeared, or allowed the others to believe. Ancient. She teemed with power, behind those eyes. :You know me, dog.: I frowned as flickers of something stirred in my memory.

~~

Someone was talking. Was it grandfather? No, the timbre of this voice was too deep. Piccolo? No, it was a softer tone that the harsh growl of the alien's familiar voice. I opened my eyes to see a wooden ceiling. For a moment, all I could do was fan my senses; it was as easily as blinking when my body was this damaged. I inhaled and took in the scent of pine, a deep masculine fragrance that Aunt B had managed to make into an actual cologne, with grandfather's help of course; and the raw tang of metal. Closing my eyes, I inhaled again; a soft smile touching my lips as fond memories filled my mind. The air surged from my lung, taking with it that golden scent that tickled the muscles in my groin as well as my heart. It was male. A mouthwatering male scent.

~~

“Oi! Panny-chan!” My eyes snapped open, and on reflex, I sat up; only then registering the unholy pain as it crashed through me. I gritted my fangs as they elongated, and clutched at my stomach with one hand. “Stupid.” Vegeta-chan muttered as he pushed me back down. “What happened to us, Pan? I can't leave the room, its locked, and no matter what I do to the walls- well, I'm not at full strength right now anyway!” I snorted as I relaxed back into the pillow and futon. “Just admit how weak you are, brat.” “You know how easily I could kill you, right now? With how weak you are. Mom would be mad, but Dad would pat me on the back.” I cracked at eye at the twelve year old, sadness washing through me as I saw his back facing me. I reached out to him, wincing as the torn muscles and fractured bones sang with torrents of pain. I pushed it aside; as I was taught, and pressed my fingertips into his lower back. “The Time machine.” I began, letting my hand relax, my fingertips still touching his bare back. “It malfunctioned, sent us through time. I'm not sure as to the era; not yet. I know we are not alone, this time period must be some sort of black whole for time travel. We are not alone; someone got dragged along with us, in either the whiplash or an unexplained pit-stop. Another is a girl, who claims to be from Tokyo, in the year two-thousand.”

Vegeta-chan looked over his shoulder at me. It was eerie, as Vegeta-chan was the exact mirror image of Vegeta-sama. I smiled fondly. “Don't worry, chibi, I'll get us home.” He snarled at me, showing a long fang than mine, and turned away. “Where is the Time Machine anyway?” I sighed and closed my eyes. “A pile of oozing metal, no doubt.” He gasped and whirled back to me. I watched him closely, feeling my expression harden under the strain of the angle in which I was looking at him; but I made no move to hide my calculation over his expression and sudden fear. “How, then, do you think we're going to get home! Moron!” He sprang to his feet. I watched him pace the room. “You don't have the supplies to start from scratch, baka-da!” He began a string of Sayin-jin curses that were impressive for his age. My eyebrows rose when I realized he wasn't speaking Common, but in the Royal tongue that was exclusively for Vegeta-sama's descendants.

“I have a few things I could whip together; I have at least two emergency house capsule that are fully stocked; as well as a few vehicles I could pick apart.” Vegeta-chan was suddenly tapping his pockets, before he glared about the room. “Our things are in that wardrobe; along with clothes for both of us.” I informed him, he ignored me and walked straight for the wardrobe as if I hadn't suggested a thing. I closed my eyes.

“Hmn.” I smirked as he grunted to himself; a habit we'd both picked up from Vegeta-sama. As I spent most of my time in the labyrinth of labs under Capsule Corp., working for Aunt B, I naturally spent the remainder under the tutelage of Vegeta-sama and Grandpa Goku. It made sense when my spare time consisted of a gathering of warrior's; that I spent time with my entire family everyday, almost equally. Father worked in the labs with Aunt B, Trunks and I; Mother worked at the main building of Capsule Corp. where Aunt B spent the other half of her time, as an executive business woman. Even Bra had grown out of her ditz stage of adolescence and became an explosive lawyer.

~~

It was dark, and the Chibi wasn't beside me. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eye with my good hand as my stomach grumbled hard enough to add insult to injury. I hunched over, holding my stomach as my bad arm hung limply beside me. It twinged in stillness, like a burning piece of hair crawled up the side. I hissed and pulled my arm around, ignoring the aching pain of movement, to see the large gashes were hindered by the gauze that had been wrapped around it. Almost violently I began to shred the fabric; once air touched the wounds the burning, tearing sensation faded back to the familiar aching pulse. I sighed and looked up as a shoji door was pushed aside. A woman that I did not recognize stepped inside, she wore a beautiful black, green and floral patterned kimono. Her long brown/black hair was tied in a loose ponytail that was pulled over her shoulder. She had yet to notice me awake, as she was juggled a bucket of steaming water, a tray of ointments and a fold of towels. She looked up as she slid the shoji door closed with her foot, and smiled. “Its good to see you awake.” “How long was I out for?” I asked, my voice so harsh it grated like sand-paper in my throat. I coughed as I shifted to place my wounded arm in my lap. “That looks pretty bad, why did you remove the bandages?” I looked down at my shoulder, raw meat and shreds of bone were still present. “I am immune to most infections; wounds heal better when they are able to breath. The gauze you gave me began to irritate.”

She smiled. “Well, at least you're honest.” I arched an eyebrow at her as she knelt down beside me. “Can you clean it? Or should I?” I shook my head and held my hand out for a wet cloth. She dunked it in the bucket of warm water, then added a green salve. Rubbing the towel against itself, she smeared the ointment, then handed it to me. “I will go and find something else we can wrap your shoulder in, it really shouldn't be that exposed.” She rose gracefully from he kneeling position and turned just as fluidly. “You are not a handmaiden.” I commented as I turned to watched myself smear the ointment around the pulsing red gashes. I felt her pause and turn to look at me. I glanced at her from under my bangs. “No. I am Taijiya, one of the last.” I blinked. “A demon Slayer?” I asked, lifting my head to look at her. “Yes. My village was destroyed, when many of our best slayers were out on a wild goose chase. My entire family was massacred in a single blow.” She turned, her eyes turning introspective as her expression told me she hadn't meant to divulge that information to me. I smiled fondly and looked back at my wounds. “Hmn, I as well, am part of a dwindling race. My grandfather and the Prince came to Earth; and after a series of events, became the last two Sayin-jins alive to reproduce with the human race.” She tilted her head at me, watching me carefully before she knelt back down.

“When you say Earth-.” “I am not from here, though I was born here. My bloodline comes from a planet in another galaxy.” She gasped. “You come from a star? In the heavens?” I blinked at her, turned the question over in my head, then nodded. “More or less, yes, that is correct.” She stared at me in open awe. “I have never met anything like you; you say your blood is diluted, that you are less of a half-breed than Inuyasha, yet you are able to take on a Daiyoukia.” My eyebrows lowered. So the kami was a prince.... isn't that ironic. “Your mistaken, I am nothing special. I cannot even advance my power levels as full bloods and half-breeds can do.” She frowned. “You mean, you are the weakest of your race, and still you manage to damage a Daiyoukia?” I almost snarled at her, as it was, I bared my fangs and my tail slapped against the ground irritably. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, so I grunted and stood, limping towards the wardrobe. Opening it, I was surprised to see Vegeta-chibi's capsule cases stacked neatly along side mine, on a neatly folded pile of hakama's. Haroi's and kimono's hung in various shade's and stitches. “Oh, the villager's seen what you did and offered thanks for defending them. Of course, it didn't help that Houshi-sama exaggerated. I hope you don't mind, but the villager's are under the impression that you are a monkey demon, raised by Taijiya's.” I shrugged as I puled out a pair of navy blue hakama's, holding them against my waist, before letting them drop to the floor as I puled out a Chinese style haroi that had demon fangs as buttons all the way up to the throat. “Wow.” I whispered, feeling the rich dark blue silk slip through my fingers like cool water. “That one is from the Village Headmaster's daughter; her mother was Chinese.” I shrugged out of the loose yukata and pushed my weak arms through the beautiful silk. The sleeves dropped at least a foot past my fingers, yet it was tight as a corset around my torso. It was a bit uncomfortable, but with the right direction, it could be used as a great new gi. The sleeve's of course, would have to go, and the fabric reinforced. I pondered as I unbuttoned it again. “Don't like it?” She asked, coming up behind me to help; I allowed it, but did not answer her. “By the way, my name is Sango.” I nodded. “I assume you know my name?” “Yes; Son.” “Hm. Son Pan.” “Pan?” “Hm.” She tilted her head at me as I grunted, bending to pick up the hakama's. I wiggled out of the pair of plain off white, and pulled on the silk navy blue.


“The little boy-.” She did not get a chance to finish, as the shoji doors burst open. I couldn't help myself, I stared. Exotic white/blue hair, in a spiky disarray; neon green eyes with star bursts of yellow, wearing a body suit of similar colors. “You.” I whispered. Her eyes darted from mine to Sango's. Her face scrunched as she fought to find words, or perhaps she had gas? “....youkia...” I managed to pick out of the scrambled sentence she spit out. Sango nodded and glanced at me. “Are you well enough?” I snorted at her, flexing my arms at her; even in only a pair of hakama's and chest bindings, I knew I looked menacing. I relished in the smug look of the taijiya.

~~

The weapons of my new companions were nearly as amazing as my own. Vegeta-chibi stood at my side, wearing a similar look of calculation and approval. Being only twelve, the boy was already a prodigy of catastrophic proportions. With Bulma's brains, Vegeta's wit and power; the Chibi was a force to be reckoned with. Heh.

Out of my companions, it appeared to me, that the Time Traveling Priestess, was the most gifted. She knocked down the barrier's of the enormous crow demon, while sending offending bolts of holy power; the likes of which I had not felt since Kami himself had lived in the Look Out. Of course, the Taijiya came to a close second; besting the dog by a small degree. She held my favor only because of how disciplined she was, of how totally raw her style of fighting was. It was an odd mix between dash-and-slash, and in-your-face-beat down. Her companion, the large fire feline, raced through the air like a comet, adding to the raw slash-and-dash style of the taijiya's fighting style. While one would slash-and-dash, the other was in your face, hardly giving any reaction time. Add to that the hanyou's powerful fang and the monk's cursed black whole; and the fight was over within seconds, without needing my or Chibi's help.

The Time Traveling Priestess trotted over to me, a quiver of arrows over her shoulder and a long bow at her waist. “What did ya think?” I shrugged. “You looked as if you didn't even need our help.” “Oh believe me, that wasn't even considered a warm-up.” The hanyou snorted as he slammed his sword back into his sheath. Surprising me, Vegeta-chan walked up to him and held out his hand. “Let me see your sword.” I crossed my arms carefully over my chest, aware of the monk eying me, in the far left of my peripheral vision. Sango had warned me of the monks lecherousness, but I assured her than I would not have to warn the monk more than once not to touch me. She accepted my response with a smile. “What, kid, you out your tree branch you think I'm gonna let you touch-HEY!” Vegeta-chibi had snatched the blade and was examining it. “I am a Prince of a great and noble, Warrior race. I wish to see your sword.” The hanyou glanced at me, but he hesitated and glared at the Chibi. Something in my face must have warned him against violence and force. “Give it back, brat, or paddle your ass like the child you are!” “Huh.” Vegeta snickered as he ran the edge of his thumb down the blade. “This will not due. You have damaged this blade almost beyond repair. Have you no respect for the weapon that saves your life?” Vegeta looked up at the hanyou, who looked caught somewhere between surprise and realization. Then anger and embarrassment turned his face colors. I snickered, lifting a hand to cover my mouth, amusement dancing in my eyes as I looked between the two.

“Vegeta.” I said finally, lowering my hand. “Give him his sword back.” “Hmm, I don't think I will. Not yet. Allow me to refurbish this for you, dog, then teach me.” The hanyou's ears snapped back as he exposed his fangs. “You'll be lucky if I teach you a hard lesson is touching other peoples shit when told not to!” Vegeta tossed the sword back, snickering when Inuyasha snatched it from the air and sheathed it in a flashy, smooth motion. “Teach me dog, and I'll make sure that sword cleaves through skulls like butter.” I rolled my eyes; if it was one thing Vegeta-chibi loved more than fighting and computers, it was swords. “Fine, make you a deal. You manage to pin me-.” Vegeta shot forward; I would have thought the hanyou didn't see it coming, but his eyes followed Vegeta even if his body couldn't. Wrenching the hanyou's arms up against his back, so hard that his elbows touched, Vegeta snickered in a boyish way as Inuyasha dropped to his knees with a sharp snort of pain. The surprise was priceless on Vegeta's face as Inuyasha used brute force to pull his arms free; and I knew how much pain that act had caused, but the hanyou wore it well. Of course, Vegeta-chibi was marginally more powerful than the hanyou, it was still a struggle of brute strength as Vegeta managed to get an arm around Inuyasha's throat. The hanyou slammed the boy into the ground, hard enough to make Vegeta cough in surprised outrage. I shifted my weight to my right foot, watching the fight with growing interest. I knew Vegeta was 'way' more powerful than the half-breed; so why was the boy having such a hard time holding onto the slippery hanyou?

A shimmer of misplaced air warned me; I snapped my arm out behind me, my shoulder protesting as flesh ripped with the sharp movement. It wore at my fragile control. My hand pressed into a rough cloth covered chest. I turned my head slowly, allowing the fury induced by pain, to show like wild-fire in my onyx eyes. The monk's steel/blue eyes were wide with disbelief and innocent surprise. I tilted my head to insinuate madness, and grinned. “Touch me, and I'll rip out your balls, and hang you with them.” His face paled and fear swirled the colors of his eyes. I removed my hands and moved my head back around, my eyes staying on him until I was looking back at the grappling contest between Inuyasha and Vegeta. Vegeta had Inuyasha in body lock that the hanyou was outraged and embarrassed to find he couldn't get out of. “Pin!” Kagome announced after a ten count. Vegeta was instantly off the hanyou. Inuyasha stared at the Chibi with blatant disbelief. “What the fuck are you people!” I snickered. “Don't fuck with monkey's, dog.” The Time Traveling Priestess giggled and Sango coughed to hide her own laughter. “We're clever.” Vegeta finished. Inuyasha growled at him. “Alright, kid. Sharpen my fang.” He pulled the sword out and handed it over, hilt up. Vegeta's eyes glinted with real interest and awe as he accepted the blade.

Kagome walked over to me as Inuyasha and Vegeta struck up a conversation on the blade's power. I noted everything said, but focused on Kagome as she approached with a friendly smile.
“So, we didn't exactly get a chance to formally introduce ourselves. Well, I introduced myself...” She trailed off and I caught the hint. I bowed slightly. “Son Pan, daughter of Son Gohan, son of Son Goku, or rather Kakkorot. Vegeta-chibi is the heir of a Blood thirsty race of super-warriors. He is able to transcend from his current state to another, which we call Super Sayin. His power will tenfold, his hair will turn golden under the power waves of his soul, and his eyes turquoise. He will eventually transcend further, to Ascendant Sayin; and further still to Super Sayin Three and Four. Each time he transcends, his power will grow ten fold.” Kagome's eyes were wide.

“Wow...thats not true for you, I noticed you mentioned only his growth in power.” I smirked sourly. “'Tis the weakness of my blood. I cannot transcend at all, yet I am overcome by the Madness of the moon whenever exposed.” Kagome blinked, her ash blue eyes flashing with understanding. “A madness? Like a bloodrage?” I nodded. “Very similar.” She nodded. “Inuyasha has that, whenever he is near death and the Tetsuiga is not in his grasp.” I tilted my head. “The blade?” “Hai. It is his fathers fang, forged into a sword by a master swords smith named Totosai. It holds the power to keep Inuyasha's demon blood under lock and key, otherwise he'd go completely mad and loose his soul.” I frowned and glanced at the hanyou, now in a very animated conversation with Vegeta-chibi as they loomed over the blade in question.

“Hm, now what of the kami?” I asked suddenly, turning back to Kagome. She looked at me for a moment, then smiled. “You mean Sesshomaru-sama?” I arched an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. “Well that was Inuyasha's older, much more powerful, half-brother.” I gestured to Sango, who had now entered the conversation. “The taijiya referred to him as a Daiyoukia. What exactly does that entail?” “Oh, Sesshomaru is a demon who rules over the Western lands of Japan. He is apart of the Four Winds of Japan.” “Four Winds?” I asked softly, Kagome swallowed and nodded. “I only recently found out; and I'm not sure of the details. Apparently, though, there is a Council of Demons who oversee and control the demons of Japan. There are four, of course, and each rule one of the four directions. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha's father, when he died, passed over rein to Inuyasha, but as he was an infant, the control went over to Sesshomaru. Inuyasha is heir, but Sesshomaru-sama doesn't think Inuyasha ready nor fit. Of course, the Council would never agree to allow Inuyasha's rule because he is half-breed.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

She blinked at me, then continued. “Inuyasha hasn't forgiven his brother for ignoring him and leaving him for dead, yet Sesshomaru is in between a rock and a hard place. He either needs Inuyasha to make an heir with a full-blooded demon, or he needs to step down as ruler of the West. Inuyasha won't help him.” I turned to look at Inuyasha, frowning. “He would rather see his father's kingdom fall into unworthy hands, than get over the past? I hold no sympathy for him then.” I decided and shook my head. Kagome looked at me, stunned. “Sesshomaru has done some pretty unforgivable things to Inuyasha.” “Hm. Holding a grudge will eat away your soul, as much as blood lust will.” She seemed to reluctantly agree. The wind suddenly shifted and I caught a strange scent, I frowned and looked sharply at Kagome. She looked at me strangely; I leaned in and traced the tip of my nose against the line of her throat. She froze. I leaned back and glared at her in confusion. She blinked, then glared right back. “What is it with your weird creatures of the nonhuman race, and sniffing people!?” I snickered. “You have been marked, who is courting you? Is it the kami?” I felt a flash of jealousy, but squashed it.

Her face lit up with near hysterical laughter. “Oh heavens no!” She waved at me, giggling; and I blinked. She suddenly reminded me of Marron, Krillin's daughter. My eyes narrowed, as the connection between Marron and Trunks suddenly sprang into my mind as Kagome and Sesshomaru; was it just me, or were the men in my life dangled before my eyes? Huh. “-Inuyasha is sorta my boyfriend anyway! I mean.... well, he calls us mates but...” I was barely listening to her as she babbled like a gushing nursemaid, blushing as scarlet as fresh blood.

I understood my fixation with the kami; I was nearing my cycle and he was the strongest male around, let alone foreign and exotic. Powerful. I felt my body sag; my eyes hooded and my muscles burned steadily with a desire that was all to familiar. Damn. “Vegeta.” He looked up sharply at me, Kagome breaking off mid-sentence with a gasped 'oh'. The wind shifted and Vegeta understood. He glanced at Inuyasha with a sharp grin. “We'll be leaving a bit earlier than expected.” The hanyou frowned. “What? Like now?” “Who's leaving?” Kagome asked, looking from me to Inuyasha, before she moved towards him. He sniffed; nonchalance. “Vegeta has to take the sword to a mountain, like Totosai's. Kirara can show them the way, and they can find their way back.” “I will return in two days.” Vegeta promised. Inuyasha nodded, then frowned as if he knew he were missing something. “Wait. Pan won't be coming back with you?”

“Do you know what a Heat Cycle is; for Cats, Kagome?” She turned to me and blinked, then Inuyasha lifted his head in understanding. “Oh, demons have those. Its only for the males.” I nodded. “Both genders are effected.” I qualified. Kagome blinked then looked at Vegeta-chibi. “He is underage and is so neutral and does not effect me.” Vegeta moved to my side as Sango kissed Kirara good bye and let her leap from her hands. In mid air, Kirara transformed, landing in a whirlwind of fire and embers, shaking aside the flames with a hissed/growl. Vegeta stroked her cheek as he turned to me. “I wish to return to the accident, maybe we can still find some things that weren't completely destroyed.” “Hm.” I didn't think anything could survive that bulging mass of white hot metallic goo, but perhaps...I mean, it was built by Aunt B. Vegeta slid astride the great cat with the grace only a Sayin-jin could possess. Kirara took to the air, I watched them go, gaining a head start. “How old is he?” Kagome asked, suddenly, back at my side again.

“Twelve.” Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “He's only a year older than Souta.” “Kohaku would be thirteen this year.” Sango whispered, looking off into the distance as if seeing another world. Kagome reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. The monk cleared his throat as he stepped up to join the conversation. “When will you be returning, lady?” “Miroku!” Kagome hissed; Sango growled and Inuyasha clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes.

He chuckled softly and backed away with his hands raised in compliance. “I was simply curious as to when we could expect her arrival. She is a valuable warrior!” I crossed my arms. “Who said I was coming back at all, monk? Perhaps I was brought back here to complete my own mission?”

“Of course!” The monk was quick to reply. Kagome smiled at me. “Whatever you decide, you are always welcome back.” Inuyasha snorted something as he crossed his arms and glared off to the side. Kagome glanced at him affectionately. I sighed and backed up three steps. “Arigatou, for everything.” I bent my knees and leaped into the air, my ki exploding around me; kicking up dust and making their group gasp and take steps back. I shoved with my ki, as hard as I could, downward, rocketing myself into the sky.

The elation of flying took away even the most painful of aches and pains; flying was to a Sayin-jin like sleeping was to a human being. It was rejuvenating, possibly not as much as actually sleeping; but it was relaxing, primal and necessary.

Kirara's fiery feline scent was easy to follow, even when her ki signature eluded me. These strange creature's; the kami and his half-brother. The infant, Shippou was what the Priestess had called him, also had an elusive ki signature, but a powerful, memorable scent. Like the halfbreed, he smelled like a caramel (sweet) scent with a pine sap undertone. The feline carried the scent of ash and smoke, with a distinct feline smell that wasn't too overbearing and kind of flowery.

The infant, however, smelled like something I couldn't put a name too. I want to say fire, but the scent and the picture in my head didn't match up. He also smelled of canine, a musky outdoorsy smell.

Kami, however. I felt myself grin in satisfaction. Canine; without a doubt, he smelled. That was only a base tone to his wonderful odor, though, a foundation. Honeysuckle; sunlight and open fields. I could still smell him. The scent of sunlight and fields grew stronger when he attacked; ballooned when he transformed.

I opened my eyes, watching the beautiful mountains and forests of Japan blur beneath me. So that was how I was to distinguish them, then. Through their scents, as I could not tag them with an aura signature. Vegeta-chibi's ki signature was second nature to me, his bright blue life-force a powerful beacon to my minds-eye and psychic senses.

Practicing distinguishing Kirara's scent from the rest of Japan, with Vegeta's ki signature as a lead, was how I spent the hour and a half to the volcano. The likes of which spewed a smog into the sky that was seen for miles before the actual mountain. Landing softly, my feet tapping softly against the limestone that surrounded the place. I fought the urge to cover my sensitive nose as sulfur and brimstone slammed into my lungs with the force of Grandfather's Kamehameha. Ahead of me, Kirara sat with Vegeta and an old man. As I approached, Kirara announced my arrival with a soft roar; both Vegeta and the old man turned. His bulging eyes nearly made me trip. Harnessing my overwhelming bout of hysterics, I smiled in greeting. “Ah, you must be Totosai.” “Hmmmn, you must be Son Pan. Vegeta-sama here was explaining to me that you rounin, and wish for work; that you are half-demons.” I didn't glance at Vegeta, but scent him a mental impression of a grin of satisfaction. He smirked and closed his eyes, the perfect imitation of his father. “Yes sir. We are seeking employment, a friend sent us your way. Perhaps you need a strong arm?” He chuckled, fingering his shriveled goatee.

“Hmn, well if Inuyasha-sama sent you, you must be good. Why, though, would he send you here if you are so strong; why not keep you for himself? He is, after all, in terrible danger.” I arched an eyebrow. “Danger? He never mentioned any terrible danger?” As I spoke, I noted the increase in raw energy in my lower abdomen. I swallowed as the ache began to ebb and flow. Shit. Running out of time.

Vegeta glanced at me, then back to Totosai. “Hey, old man, what kind of danger-?” “Vegeta.” I said in a low pitched voice, a growl under toned my warning. He scowled at me. “Inuyasha-sama is hunting an evil half-breed named Naraku. You have not heard of him?” “Should we have?” Vegeta asked, and it was unmistakable the eagerness in his voice. A villain. I snickered and shifted my weight onto my right hip. Sensations flared with the movement. Shit! Out of time. My fangs grew in my mouth, bringing with it a torrent of saliva. My heart skipped before charging fast enough to put a helicopter to shame. Totosai looked at me strangely. “She is in Heat.” Vegeta said simply. I glanced at him sharply. Totosai suddenly looked as if he understood. “Ah? Half-breeds time of the month. Yes, Inuyasha-sama has that. On New Moon he turns human for a night...ah, not sure I was supposed to say that.” “No, probably not, old man.” Vegeta chuckled with real intent.

I shook my head. “Mine last all month. I spend one month this way.” Again, he seemed to understand. “I have heard of some half-breeds, trading months. One month human, one month demon.” He was muttering to himself now, but I was holding a hand over my eyes. “Tell me more of this Naraku, old man.” “Oi! Stop calling me old man!”

Kirara roared suddenly; we all looked to see her stand, shake herself then trot away. She looked over her shoulder with another roar, before she took flight. I grunted and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Do you need to lie down?” I growled. “I need to hunt, and then you need to put me to work. The best way for me to burn this off quickly, is to run myself into the ground.” Totosai seemed to understand again, though he appeared weary. “Alright. How do you feel about molten fire?” I snorted. Molten fire. A cakewalk.

~

Turns out, molten fire was really molten fire. A giant lake glowed white hot behind me. My hair was braided tightly, but still escaped and clung to my sweaty shoulders and neck. My wounds were just now healed enough to go without bandages, but the puckered skin was still sore to the touch and ached whenever allowed to rest. Day and night, for the month I was there, I blasted and punched through white hot stone. Totosai instructed me to dig him out a riverbed so the lava from the lake behind me, could flow directly into a mini lake closer to his forge.

I panted, sweat, worked, drank some water and popped a senzu bean that Vegeta brought to me a week ago. As it were, not everything was destroyed in the time machine; Vegeta had recovered a spare tool box that contained three survival capsule cases, each containing over forty capsules. I didn't get the details, for any minute wasted in rest or inactivity, was a painful reminder of the burning ache between my legs and the blood lust that took its place when the first is denied.

This method was taught to me by Dende, after he got sick of me hanging around the Watch Tower one month our of every year. Being a Namek, he was A-sexual and therefore did not effect me during my 'month'. As it was, however, I managed to get one thing out of this month's excavation project; I made more powerful my signature move. Grandpa had his Kamehameha; Vegeta-sama had Galick-gun, and father had Masenko. I have a verson of the Spirit Bomb thats much quicker with a louder bang.

I landed on a floating rock amid the lake of fire, swaying with the churning lava; rock and fire rained around me in the turbulence I had created with my morning workout. Pulling both fists tight to my hips; in the horse stance, I roared as my muscles bunched in preparation. My ki snarled into a burning vortex around me, splashing the lava out around me like a hovering chopper. The underground cavern trembled, the walls releasing loose boulders that crashed into the lava; adding to the chaotic churning of the molten fire.

I roared louder, a new octave as my ki turned from blue to scarlet. It was the highest I could go without turning into a Super Sayin-jin. My arms shot outward, the heels of my palms and my wrists clapping together as my energy twisted and coiled around my palms like a spring. The ball flickered and then exploded into a raging ki blast that pushed the lava under me away, sinking me into the depths of the lake of fire without consuming me. I shot the blast upward, into the seemingly endless ceiling. The blast rang through the air like the blast from a laser canon. It hummed along side the deep growl of the blast. When I gave it all I had, the ringing died slowly until it bleeped out into nothing. I shot into the air as the lava converged back around the rock I was standing on. I landed on shore, panting and sweating so heavily that I had soaked through the yukata Totosai had lent me.

Granted I hadn't left this place since I came down to it, three weeks ago, it went without saying that I was pretty rank. Sighing I found myself sitting down. I blinked and looked down at my hands. My vision began to swim, but my body didn't ache or complain. I coughed, still panting, as I looked around. The riverbed I was fabricating was nearly finished, with only a mile or so width separating it from the lake. I inhaled deeply and felt it out in a loud gush; standing I felt my body trembling as I made my way to the barrier.

Lifting myself slowly into the air, I spread my fingers wide, palm flat, towards the barrier. The muscles in my shoulder and arm bunched sharply as an energy blast slammed into the barrier. Lava flowed and I watched it, as I sank back to shore. I shivered as exhaustion finally set in. I smiled dreamily as I swept my hands over my face. My Heat Cycle was over. Dropping my hands I made my way towards the exit. Time to see what was going on.

~~

“Holy crap, girl!” Totosai, the first thing he said. “Are you hungry?” Was the second. “Wow. I think she needs a bath.” I glowered at Vegeta, who was busy hammering on a white hot blade. The boy only wore a pair of hiked up hakama's. Covered head to toe with soot and sweat, Vegeta didn't look much better than I did.

I looked down at myself and cringed. Well, maybe he did. After all, I wore this yukata for a month with endless sweat, wear and tear, as well as blood and fire. I shrugged. “I need a haircut.” I said as I walked towards the mouth of Totosai's cave, where I knew fresh water and clean air was. I called over my shoulder as I walked, “and food!”

The air was so much cooler out here! I relished in the chill of the open air, and the crisp smell of the breeze. I looked around the charred surroundings, and smirked. A sight for sore eyes indeed!

Totosai's fresh water source turned out to a bubbling spring on the far side of the mountain. It was a small little pond, barely enough for me to squat in. It drained over the edge of the mountain, and bubbled up from the inside. I used my ki to cut my hair into a shaggy bob. I let the strands fly on the breeze as I scrubbed at my dirty scalp with my fingers and fresh water. I used the sand on the bottom of the pond as a substitute for soap and shampoo. When I was finished, I flared my I quickly to dry myself. I looked at the dirty, damp rag of a yukata and sighed. Closing my eyes, I cast my senses outward. :Vegeta. I need clothes.: I felt more than heard his acceptance of the statement, along with the impression of doing something about it.

I sat down in the pond again, simply to relish in the chill of the water. In moments, Vegeta called out his approach. “I'm leaving your clothes here!” He announced, his voice just around a boulder, two yards off. “Fine.” I grunted back, knowing he could hear me. I stood up, flared my ki again, then walked to retrieve my clothing.

~~

Vegeta flew beside me, the wind roaring in our ears. I inhaled with excitement. I was completely healed, my shoulder no more than a puckered scar now. My muscles burned from the month consistency of brutal training, eager to attack and destroy something. I got my chance.

“Look.” Vegeta pointed out ahead of us. A battle was taking place; clouds of dust and debris rocketed into the sky, vibrations of the earth were felt in the currents of the air. What looked like golden fire, was sometimes seen streaking through the blasts of dirt and debris. Sometimes it was a streak of blue lightning. “What is it?” I asked, adding on a boost of speed. Vegeta easily adjusted to my increase of speed. “Looks like a battle.” We exchanged an excited glance before breaking off at accelerated speeds; Vegeta to the left, I to the right. We circled the fight once.

A giant spider was wrestling with what looked like a giant wolf, neither of which stood to my height or Kami's. I smirked in pleasure, and was about to send a mental impression to Vegeta, when he sent me one first. The worry of friends. I looed closer. On the ground I saw a figure in green, dashing through the clouds of soil churned up by the titans. Kagome! I frowned and went into a nose dive towards her. Something red flickered in the shadows of the clouds behind her. I snarled and dove faster.

The scream of a horse made me hesitate. It burst from the shadows like a beast from hell, shaking its fiery mane, shooting spouts of fire from its wide nostrils. It pawed the air as it sailed through and landed, clapping the ground with dangerous hooves, chasing after the Time Priestess. Not on my watch, you don't. I pulled one hand to my side and shot it outward with a whoosh of air from my lungs. The muscles in my shoulder and arm bunched and snapped to attention. The energy blast burned through my muscles and exited my palm, crying out a roaring warning as it sailed through the air like a heat seeking missile. The demon horse looked up, lifting up onto its hind legs, pawing at the blast as it came towards it. I flew beside the tail of my own comet, readying another. Then I saw him. A child, astride the beasts back. Shit!

I burst into overdrive, bypassing my own comet and moving in front of it. I swept the kid off the beasts back as my energy blast caught the horse in the neck. Its cry was that of a started beast in tremendous pain. I kicked my feet out and dug my heels into the soil, dragging myself to a stop.

“Put me down.” Something behind me clattered the ground, the horse crying out dying screams as it flopped and tried to regain its footing. I looked down at the child in my arms and was surprised to see that the child had the eyes of an ancient warriors, full of blood, wrath and hatred. I hissed and opened my arms, stepping back in the same motion. The kid hovered for a second, encased in a bubble of power that I couldn't detect, but could see as a shimmer of gloss.

“Who are you?” He lifted his hand, and whatever had fallen behind me, shot through, catching me in the arm. I snarled and winced, clapping a hand over the flesh wound. He smirked and snorted in mirth as he caught the weapon and sunk slowly to his knees. “Who are you?” He countered, his voice velvet but with a childish grumble. My eyes narrowed as I sunk into the horse stance, angling my arms in front of me, ready for anything he threw at me. “You're no child.” His feet touched the ground with a soft 'tic'. He smirked and twirled his weapon, taking a similar stance, the bubble around his blinking out of existence.