Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Evangelions and Saiyajins ❯ Evangelions And Saiyajins.: Thoughts on Life ( Chapter 1 )

EVANGELION AND SAIYAJINS

Disclaimers:

Neon Genesis Evangelion, Dragon Ball Z all related characters are owned by there respected owners. I DO NOT OWN THEM. I'm just using them in this fusion-crossover story that I am writing. I am NOT making any money from the story, I'm doing this for fun, so don't bother suing me, I'm not loaded.

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On with the Fic

Ones again it's late at night and here I am ones again sprawled out on the concrete floor, staring up at the ceiling as the shadows move across it erratically, and if I look at some of the shadows at just the right moment in time, I can actually make out a shape or two, this is how I spend most of my nights in solitary, when I can't sleep.

Yes, I got into another fight with the muscle bound steroid freaks with no dicks, and yes I hurt the three deckles wanders...hmm, that's wrong, actually I didn't just hurt then, I broke there bones and nearly beat them to death, then again they did a number on me as well, I got my self a few cracked ribs and three knife slash.

The first one is across the left side of my upper back, near the shoulder. A cute, black hair nurse that stitched me up this time, told me that the gash was about eight inches across. The second slash was on the lower part of my back, right side, near the kidney, apparently I was very lucky the blade didn't go any deeper then it had, or my kidney would have been sliced in two, five inches worth of stitching there.

The third slash was across my abdomen, right side, seven inches worth of stitching and another point chalked up for my luck, since none of my intestine were sliced and diced. I'm black and blue all over my body, nothing new on that behalf, but on the positive side, I'm pumped up full of drugs and I'm felling grate, not to mention that every two to three hours, I get a few more piles for the pain, I can't even complain about the accommodations, not that I ever do. I like it here, it gives me time to my self, time to think and sort out my thoughts.

I got three blankets this time around, I'm laying on top of one, the other is folded under my head and the third one's covering me.

As if that maters in the slightest, I'm filled up with drugs, I can't fell pain, cold, heat or anything else at the moment and for some time to come. The only thing I am capable of at the moment is complete confusion.

He was there again, and he watched me fight with his three goons, that little short fuck, he just stood there in front of the open door, as always he was dressed in neatly pressed white pants, a long sleeved white shirt, arms crossed across his chest, watching the entire fight, and that ever arrogant smile he puts on his face when he's amused.

I really want to rip his fucken head off, shit down his throat and wipe my ass with his smiling face, but that's not going to happen, not any time soon anyway. I know my limits, how far I am capable of going. Fighting three to five goons at the same time is one thing, fighting short fuck by him self is some thing entirely different, it's simple and straight forward to explain. It's suicide.

The three goons I had beaten within a few inches of there lives, barely generate enough energy at optimum to make any kind of comparison with short-shrift. I can sense energy easily, as long as it's not hidden by a person, so far I haven't meet to many people who are capable of hiding there energy, there's allot more people who can't hide there energy levels from others.

Short-shrift....damn it I wish the little prick would tell me his name, instead of telling me when the time comes, I'll know his name and allot more. I seriously dislike the little fuck for that, not that it makes much of a difference to him. He gets a kick out of seeing me frustrated, but if I'm severely injured as I am at the moment, he make sure that I'm take care of by the best medics we have. I think he actually cares for me.

Wow, hold it right there, where the hell did that though come from? Shit my thoughts are jumping to fast for my own liking, I still have to stay focused, even when the drugs are making me a rather happy person, I can't allow the drugs to take full affect on me, I still need some small part of me to be coherent.

Anyway, I was thinking about short-shrift...o yeah, he's more then capable of hiding his energy lowers, yet he doesn't bother to hide it. Lets face it, he generates monsters amounts of energy when he is calm, hell I barely come half way to his power levels when I'm pissed, I don't even want to know what his energy output is when he gets pissed, but when I think about it, I'm not like the others here, o sure there's allot of muscle, most of them would put Mr. Galaxy, Universe or whatever to shame.

The drugs are affecting me allot more then I expected, I can't think clearly, a well not a grate loss at the moment, then again I'm not that doped up, I can still keep my thought focused, I have to. Where was I....o yeah, the muscle that's here, regardless of the gender, they are strong and they can do some interesting things.

My self on the other hand, well I'm allot stronger then five of the muscle personnel combined, but I can't do the things they can, it doesn't mater that I'm capable of beating them to a pulp, I still can't fly like most of them can, it doesn't mater how bad I want to learn, I just can't fly.

I can't even focus energy into a sphere and throw it at some one, all the muscle here can do that with out any problems, some can do even more, I can't do any of that, no mater how hard I try, there's also the fact that all the people here have very tough skin, there skin can actually stop bullets, my skin on the other hand can't even stop a sharp blade.

Short-shrift explained to me ones that I was in some kind of an accident when I was just five years old. Apparently the car that hit me did a hell of allot more damage then it was believed at first. My broken boons and most of the internal injuries healed rather fast, but from what short-shrift told me, when my head slammed onto the concrete road, not only did it bounce, my skull was fractured and my long term memories were literally obliterated out of existence, in short I got permanent amnesia, some brain damage and I am seriously messed up, however, my predicament doesn't seem to bother short-shrift that much. Like short-shrift said. In time you will learn how to do every thing. Come to think of it he is very pleased by the events and my predicament, hell he even talks to me every night, he doesn't do that with any one else, can't say I'm thrilled about it, but then he does tell me things about the past and he treys to fill in the blanks to the best of his ability, unfortunately for him, I don't always buy what he's selling, he doesn't bother trying to convince me, he lets me make the decision for my self.

Now that I thick about it, that is exactly what happened when he first told me my name some years ago, he never bothered, or even attempted to convince me to except my full name. I still haven't excepted my full name yet, I got no problem with my first name, Shinji, it's a good soled name, I was told it's Japanese, I got no problem with that either, but Ikari, I'm having a big problem excepting, Anchor as a last name.

From what short-shrift explained to me, my mother. Who would have thought that I actually had one of those, anyway, dear old moms last name was Ikari, her first name was Yuk...eeerrr, no that wasn't her first name, Yuna, no, definitely doesn't sound right, Yukinojo, I'm pretty sure it didn't have that many letters. Yojo, where the hell did that come from. I'm sure the first two letters are Yu....damn, the drugs are definitely messing up my train of thought. What a minuet, I remember, it's Yui, that's it, it's Yui Ikari. From what I've been told, she was a scientist and a very exceptional fighter, apparently she got her self killed during a experiment, the details about the work she was doing and how her demise happened weren't explained to me, not that it would have made a difference, I don't have any memories of her, to me she could very well be a stranger off the street, there's also the fact I didn't ask about any of the details, a well so I don't know how exactly she got her self wasted, no grate loss.

I was also informed that I have a father, I actually have one of those as well, go figure. He changed his last name from Rakob....no that's not it...hmm, Rugula...no it's not that, Rudolf, no that's not it either, damn it what was his last name again? Fuck it I can't remember and I'm not about to waist a fairly good buzz on a his last name, any way whatever his last name was, he changed it to Ikari, I guess Anchor sounds more inspiring or some thing, his first name is Gumby....no it's not that, Goober, no, Gonzo, no, Gecko, no but very close...hmmm, I got it, Gendou, that's it, his name's Gandou Ikari.

From what short-shrift tell me Gandou hasn't come here to see me ones, since moms death. Apparently he was always preoccupied with some thing or other, not that I really care, I don't know him, and I'm in no hurry to get to know him.

His existence and the fact mom existed, I can except, the same holds for my first name. The last name is a different mater, I just can't get use to it, I hope it will eventually grow on me, but here are a few things that I cannot except period.

First on the list is my age, I was told that I am fourteen years old, news flash fourteen year olds Japanese kids don't grow facial hair and they don't shave, I on the other hand do both.

Second, fourteen year olds boys are suppose to be handsome and cute little fuckers, when I look in the mirror, I don't see a handsome, or a cute little shit, I see my self as the walking fucken nightmare. I have a nice veridical blade slash over my right eye that ends half way down my cheek, don't exactly recall how many stitches it took to close it up, but I do remember having a few stitches on my eyelid, there's also the fact, my right eye pupil is red, my left eye pupil is a dark blue, my hair is black and spiky. I have a muscular built and I'm covered with scares from head to toe. To make maters even more nightmarish, I was told a few weeks ago by short fuck him self, that I am some kind of a procreation experiment still in progress, and I'm suppose to be fourteen years only, bullshit, no one, no mater what evidence is showed in my face, can ever make me except that period.

Second thing I refuse to believe is the person I was. Apparently I was a shy, withdrawn and very timed boy, who believed him self to be the lowest creature on the planet, a boy who would never fight back, who would let others beat him up, a boy who isolated him self from every one so he could never be hurt and hated, a boy who would never stand up for him self, a spineless little boy who just existed instead of living a life, this is the person I was, this is the person who died in the accident, the same accident where I was born, me the person I am now, the person who will fight back, I don't isolate my self from other people, short-shrift does that for me, and the resins are justified. After a fight, I need time to calm down and rest so I don't aggravate my injures, and what better place then solitary confinement. I'm not shy, I don't believe my self to be withdrawn, I don't consider my self as the lowest form of life on the planet, I have a spine and I want to experience life as both a person and a fighter.

The person I was never truly existed and I refuse to believe that I was that person, no one can convince me, regardless of the evidence they show in my face, I will never except that I existed as that person.

Huh!? Well, well, well looks like short-shrift is coming for the nightly chat with me, I can fell his energy coming closer and closer, I wander what he's going to drop on me tonight, well I'm about to fined out.

Just as the thought was finished the sound of the heavy, metal door unlocking echoed through the small room ,with a small bared window near the top of the fifteen foot tall ceiling. As the bright light of the hallway pored into the small room, a silhouette of a short spiky hair figure stood in front of the open door.

"The time is approaching, when you will have to begin forging your own destiny." said the man in a calm, authority filled tone. "Do you know what that means?"

"Not a clue, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"That I will, that I will." came a eerie reply, followed by a menacing laugh.

THE BEGINNING.........