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Author's note: Hey everybody! How are you all doing? Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend. So I am making a new crossover between Bleach and DBZ. The idea started with me and SSJ5Gohan discussing on this a long time. However, because of certain circumstances, we never really finalized the first chapter. But then a fan of mine, Gokai Entertainment, wanted to help out with the story. And thus, we wrote a story together. So, kenskywalk19 and Gokai Entertainment present to you all the first chapter of SRSG: Soul Reaper Son Gohan! Enjoy!
Soul Reaper Son Gohan
Chapter 1: Death and Rice
In a dark room, located in an area only a few people know about, were the sounds of footsteps as they were approaching a specific room. One pair of footsteps was walking gracefully as if it had no care in the world while the other pair dragged along the ground. Based on the sounds of this pair of footsteps, you could tell that this person from their footsteps was pissed off. However, he knew well enough not to show off to their creator and lord. The pair stopped walking as they finally had reached their destination. A bright light suddenly illuminated the two mysterious people.
"We have returned safely, Aizen-sama," spoke the small figure of the two. This person had a slender, yet fairly muscular figure for a male of average height with a melancholic appearance. He had fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils similar to a cat's. Part of this person's bangs fell between his eyes, and he had distinctively thick eyebrows. He had teal lines that descended from his eyes, making it appear as if he were crying. He wore a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama. However, what was most interesting about this figure was that he had a broken horned helmet on his head. This was strange indeed.
A figure in the darkness let out a grin as the illuminated him as well. "Welcome home, Ulquiorra, Yammy," spoke the deadly yet charming figure. His brown hair pulled straight back with a single bang in front of his eyes. His eyes were menacing but not as menacing as the people around him. "Now, come and relate the fruits of your expedition to your twenty brothers."
"Yes, Aizen-sama," bowed Ulquiorra.
"Please enlighten us, Ulquiorra," continued the figure. "In the Human world… everything you saw… everything you felt… spare us not even the slightest detail."
"Yes, sir," responded Ulquiorra as he reached upon one of his eyes as he yanked out. Ulquiorra did not cry out for pain or nor felt as he crushed his eyes with his bare hand. Out of the crushed eye came out a smoke as it surrounded the room, displaying forth multiple images that had occurred just recently for him and his companion, Yammy. After a few minutes of watching the images that Ulquiorra had seen, especially on a certain orange haired warrior with a black katana and dressed in black robes. The smoke dissipated and no reaction from the mysterious figures that laid behind the darkness.
"I see," spoke Aizen. "Then that means the reason you chose not to dispose of him was because you felt he was worthless?"
"Yes," Ulquiorra replied. "Since there was no possible way he could have stood between us and our goals, I felt it pointless to waste further time with him. In addition to that–"
"Don't give me that shit," interrupted a voice. Ulquiorra turned his attention to the voice and the figure from where it came. He had light-blue spiky hair and light-blue eyes, the latter including green lines below them, similar to the eye markings on the Panthera genus of cats. This figure wore the same kind of outfit as Ulquiorra but he was definitely different from him. His white jacket was ragged with an upturned collar. The inner lining was black, the sleeves were rolled up and the jacket was wide open, revealing his muscular chest. Part of a mask was on his right jawbone and it moved as he continued to talk. "If I ran into such a weak bastard as that, I simply would've eradicated him with a single blast."
"Grimmjow…"
"No matter what kind of junk stands in your way… the word 'kill' was in your orders wasn't it?" questioned Grimmjow. "Then you should've simply killed without hesitation! Right?"
"My sentiments exactly," spoke a figure behind him. He had a long face and black hair, which was braided and hanging over his shoulder. The remains of his mask were on the top of his head, with a portion dropping down to cover the upper-left half of his face, and a long spike that was pointing to his right. "This applies to any enemy. Let's say they are not worth killing… if that is so, then isn't it worthless to let them live as well?"
"More importantly, Yammy!" called out Grimmjow to the giant figure sitting on one knee behind Ulquiorra. "How dare you try to lie straight to my face like that, 'he wasn't worth killing' my ass! What you mean to say is 'I failed to kill him', right?"
"Hey Grimmjow, don't go talking trash when you have no idea what's going on," responded Yammy. This giant figure had tan skin and a ridge-lined cranium, brown eyes and black hair. He had long, bushy sideburns and a thin ponytail. Aside from that, he was bald. He also had orange eye brows and red markings under his eyes. However, he was missing an arm, a result from the battle from earlier. "I was too busy taking care of the sandal dude and that dark bitch. The kid was outta my hands."
"Are you even listening to me, dumbass?" continued Grimmjow with his taunting at Yammy. "Like I said before… I would've gotten them both down in a single blast!"
Yammy was pissed, clenching his remaining fist in anger. "What was that?" Yammy questioned angrily as he stood up facing towards Grimmjow. Yammy was beginning to think that he should give the bastard a piece of his mind after what he went through.
"Stop it," Ulquiorra said. Yammy immediately complied with Ulquiorra's orders as he rather not face Ulquiorra's wrath. Looking at Grimmjow, Ulquiorra asked, "Grimmjow… do you understand me when I say that the boy, as he is now, is of no trouble to us?"
"Huh?"
"The warning Aizen-sama placed on him has nothing to do with his powers at all. What is truly frightening is his growth rate," Ulquiorra explained. "Without a doubt… it is in his 'potential' that his true talent lies. There is a… 'imbalance' within his spirit pressure that should not be there and just as there is a high possibility that his power may grow… there is also a possibility that we could bring him to our side some day. That is why we did not kill him."
"Don't lie to me, bastard!" Grimmjow exclaimed. "Let me guess; the truth is that kid's power was higher than you expected and you got scared and even if we did bring him over to our side, in that situation, what the hell would you do!"
"When the time comes, I will deal with him," Ulquiorra replied. "You cannot possibly have any complaints, am I right?" Grimmjow gritted his teeth in anger at the response that Ulquiorra made so casually. How could they not see it? Any enemy of theirs should be eliminated, regardless of their inner thinking!
"Of course not," spoke Aizen, sitting upon his throne. "There is not a doubt in my mind that's why I'm content with letting you handle this problem Ulquiorra."
Ulquiorra bowed obediently to Aizen. "Thank you very much, sir."
Aizen let out a small grin. "As such, there is another task that I want you to do for me, Ulquiorra," spoke the former Soul Reaper. "There is something special that I want you to bring to me."
In another location, Mount Paozu…
The laughter of a young child drifted over the heavily forested land close to the Son residence. Chichi, wife of the legendary hero of Earth, Son Goku, stopped her work in the kitchen to look out the open window at the speck that was dancing in the sky with more agility than any bird or plane. Though her face twisted into a frown, she couldn't help but feel proud of her son. After all, how many mothers in the world could brag that their kid had single-handedly saved the world from the threat posed by a freakishly powerful Artificial Human, Cell?
Now her eldest son was fifteen and was currently taking a break from his studies. Chichi would not have another Karate bum in this house! Gohan would get an education and be a productive member of society, dammit! She loved her husband dearly, but really, the man needed to get a job! Though, that possibility had vanished at the Cell Games. She had found out about what had happened at that vile tournament. Goku had committed the ultimate sacrifice to save the planet from the newest threat to the Earth. It hadn't been enough though, and Cell had returned, greater and more terrible than ever. Her son had taken his father's place as the protector of the planet and killed the evil Artificial Human in one final Kamehame-Ha duel. Peace had returned and Chichi had suggested (more like bullied, but she would never admit that) that Gohan resume his studies.
Meanwhile, high up, at the altitude that most aircraft cruised at, Son Gohan grinned his father's trademark grin and cut his Ki, allowing himself to fall out of the sky. He sent himself into a series of tumbles and spins that would have made any normal human pilot pass out. Gohan was anything but normal. In fact, he wasn't even pure human. He was a demi-saiyan, because his father was a full-blooded member of that warrior race, and his mom was a normal human woman. He was just glad his dad wasn't an arrogant mean guy like Vegeta.
His face lit up at the sight of a cloud rushing straight up at him. The demi-saiyan cut his free fall and powered straight down, an aura of blue Ki blazing into existence around him. The boost in power meant he could go even faster and he streaked down towards the airborne pocket of water vapor like a meteor falling through the sky. The cloud suddenly sprouted a tentacle as Gohan's passage blew the white object in half. The boy himself emerged from the tentacle, heading straight down at a speed approaching Mach 1. Seconds before he hit the ground, he stopped dead before flashing off in another direction, blasting through undergrowth and making hurricane winds that shook leaves and rattled trees for close to a mile to either side of him. Chichi smiled as her son blazed out of the trees with a roaring wind right behind him. Gohan touched down, skidding from the tree line nearly fifty yards away right up to the front door of the house. She caught a glimpse of his windswept face before the front door opened and Gohan came in.
"I'm back!" greeted the demi-saiyan as he closed the door behind him.
"Welcome back Gohan-chan," Chichi replied. "Did you enjoy your break?" The demi-saiyan nodded with a Son grin on his face. "That's a good boy."
Gohan smiled, but he smiled even more when he heard a familiar voice and footsteps approaching him. "Nii-chan!" A little boy with raven hair that went into various directions came up running to the demi-saiyan. A bright smile was on the boy's face as he approached his older brother.
Gohan was ready as he greeted the little squirt. "Hey Goten," the demi-saiyan as he hugged his little brother. In the months after the Cell games, Chichi gave birth to a second son named Son Goten. Goten had an uncanny resemblance to his father. Gohan enjoyed having Goten around his life and as such, he would do anything to help his little brother. He was little bit protective of him. However, Gohan was unaware that Chichi had been giving Goten training in the martial arts nor did he realize that the little demi-saiyan possessed incredible strength.
"Nii-chan, Nii-chan, will you play with me?" asked the little Goku look alike.
But before Gohan could answer that he had to go and study, his mother, Chichi, stepped. "Goten-chan, Gohan-chan is very busy now, especially when there is a favor that I have to ask of him."
The demi-saiyan turned to his mother with a curious look on his face. "What is it, Okaa-san?" Gohan asked.
"I have run out of fish for dinner. Could you please go get some?"
Gohan beamed happily; very glad that he was going to go outside once again. Not that he didn't like studying but he would rather do something more active that didn't involve sitting down on a desk for long hours. It has been a while since he did any sparring or any kind of training with the recent coming of these years of peace. Vegeta would definitely say something about this. The demi-saiyan gave a nod to his mother. "I'll go and get some right now!" Gohan said as he rushed out of the house and into the air.
"W-Wait Gohan-chan!" Chichi screamed out to his son but it was no use as the demi-saiyan was long gone for her voice to reach him. She knew exactly where Gohan was going to get the fish as it was the same lake that her late husband, Goku, would get it too. She let out a smile, happy for these good moments. "He is just like his father." Turning to Goten, she said, "Goten-chan, would you help me set up for table?" Goten nodded happily as he went to help his mother on setting the table. However, the two of them were unaware of a mysterious figure approaching the house.
A few minutes later…
Gohan rushed towards the house, carrying along two really big fish! "Oh crap, I'm late!" exclaimed the demi-saiyan. "I played a little too long in the water. Hope Okaa-san isn't mad at me." Once his house was on view, Gohan pushed his speed a little further and arrived at the front door. "I'm home!" Gohan said as he came into the house. "Sorry that I am late Okaa-san, I…" Gohan stopped himself once he saw the state of his house was in. The furniture was overturned and there were markings on the walls. The demi-saiyan immediately dropped the fish and quickly searched out the house for any signs of his family.
Gohan let out a small curse as he glanced at the state that the house was in. At the corner of his eye, he noticed a trembling figure. Gohan immediately rushed to the spot and what he saw shocked him to the core. It was his mother; she was badly hurt and was bleeding a lot. Gohan's eyes widened and his body trembled in shock at the sight. "O-Okaa-san?" Shaking his head, Gohan rushed to Chichi's side. "Okaa-san!"
Chichi opened one of her eyelids slowly. She let out a smile once she saw Gohan's face. "G-Gohan-chan?" she muttered.
"Okaa-san, who did this to you?" Gohan questioned with a stern look on his face. No one does to this to his family and gets away with it! "Tell me!"
"G-G-Gohan-chan, you… have to find Goten," Chichi panted. "H-He took him. Y-You have to… save… him…"
"Who took him?" Gohan questioned. "Who the hell took Goten?" But as soon as he said he noticed that something was wrong with his mother. Her skin started to turn pale and her pupils dilated. Plus, she was no longer breathing. Gohan gaped. "Okaa-san?" He couldn't believe this was happening as tears began to pour out of his eyes. His mother had died, right in front of him. Clenching his fists angrily, Gohan roared out loud, "OKAA-SAN!"
"Don't worry, she will be all right," spoke a voice that made Gohan tremble in shock. "After all she is in a better place than this world has to offer." Gohan laid his mother on the ground and closed her eyes. He also moved her arms so that she could be buried properly in a final resting place. The demi-saiyan immediately stood up, his fists clenching hard with small drops of blood coming out of his hand. Dust in the room began to pick up around him as small amounts of Ki began to pour out of his body, causing certain pieces of the house to be crushed by the pressure.
Gohan looked at the body of his mother one last time as he wiped away his tears. "I'm going to kill you," he said angrily as the dust began to swirl around him even fiercer than before. Soon enough pebbles and pieces of broken wood began to surround the demi-saiyan. The demi-saiyan turned his head around to see the bastard who killed his mother and took his brother away. However, he couldn't see the person. The bastard is hiding from me, Gohan said to himself. But not for long! If I can't see you, then I will have to sense your Ki! But tried as he might, the demi-saiyan couldn't sense the intruder's Ki signature! What the hell!
"You can't find me like that, Son Gohan," spoke the voice once again. Gohan turned his body fully and began to look around the house for the location of the mysterious voice. But it was no use! He couldn't see or sense him! Suddenly, the demi-saiyan felt a slash attack on his back, causing him to cry out in pain. Gohan's eyes widened in shock that someone was able to get behind him so easily. Gohan began to curse at his predicament. Maybe stopping his training was a bad idea after all. He was getting soft. A few years back, he would have found this guy. Curses! However, that slash attack didn't leave out consequences as Gohan began to see a strange image in front of him. It was blurred but he could make out the edges of the figure.
Thanking God for this small gift, Gohan went on the attack. However, try as he might, the demi-saiyan was unable to land a hit on him. That's when things went really wrong when the mysterious blurred figure dodged one of Gohan's attacks and elbowed him straight in the gut. Gohan spit out some bile, unprepared at the force of the blow that the figure gave. When Gohan returned to normal, he prepared himself in another stance. "Why, you!" But before he went on the attack, the demi-saiyan noticed something strange. The area around him was all fuzzy and his body felt really heavy. Despite that though, the most interesting thing was that there was a long chain coming out of his chest. "What the hell?"
The demi-saiyan began to pull on it, trying to rip out the chain. It could be an attack from the mysterious figure. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Gohan immediately stopped as he recognized it to be the mysterious voice. He looked up to see a figure standing before him. Dressed in a white jacket, he held a katana at his side and his jade eyes glared at the demi-saiyan. Gohan was standing before Ulquiorra! "Unless you want to die, I wouldn't pull on your chain of fate."
"What do you mean?" Gohan questioned. But as he talked he noticed something behind Ulquiorra. Gohan's eyes widened in shock as he saw himself on the ground, resting peaceful as if nothing was happening. What the hell? "What did you do to me?"
"I separated your soul from your body, allowing me to speak to you clearly," Ulquiorra said. "There is nothing to be worried about. I will put you back in your original body later…" The former Hollow dodged the attack at the last second, a little unprepared by Gohan's attack. "Impressive," he commented. "I am amazed that you can move around like that at your current level."
"Shut the hell up!" Gohan yelled as he put himself in a horse stance, collecting Ki in his body. "I'm going to kill you for what you did to Okaa-san! You are dead!" With a flail of his arms, Gohan let out a warriors cry as he tried to call upon his hidden powers. He was going to finish this right now! He wasn't going to allow this creep to live any longer. His raven hair began to stand up, changing to a gold color. His muscles expanded and his onyx eyes turned jade. Son Gohan had transformed into a Super Saiyan!
Ulquiorra remained stoic at these turn of events as the gales of winds passed by him like it were nothing. "Interesting," he commented. "So you can transform. Very interesting. I wonder what this kind of transformation is. Is this your Shikai?"
"Shikai?" repeated the demi-saiyan, curious as to what the word meant. Gohan chuckled, thinking that the figure standing before was confused. "You are wrong. This is your worst nightmare. For I am a Super Saiyan!"
"Super Saiyan? Never heard of it."
"You will see soon enough!" And with that Gohan rushed towards Ulquiorra's position at a fast speeds that not even the former Hollow could have predicted. But it didn't matter to him as he thought that the demi-saiyan would be no match for him. With a burst of energy, Gohan hurled himself at Ulquiorra in a charge, moving into attack. Ulquiorra readied himself to meet his opponent's blunt assault. The demi-saiyan struck out with a left knee, with Ulquiorra meeting it with his forearm. Gohan then threw a right straight punch after pulling his knee back, only for Ulquiorra to spin around and crack the side of his left fist against it, stopping Gohan's attacks. Ulquiorra's parrying was swift and brief, and when he blocked that last attack, he then sent a powerful attack across Gohan's chest, knocking him backwards.
Gohan skidded across the ground, stopping his momentum. The demi-saiyan immediately glared up at Ulquiorra but once he did, he felt a sharp pain on his chest, more so than he ever felt before. But how? "I see that you are not used to this kind of fighting," Ulquiorra stated. Gohan glared at the Hollow angrily. "There is no need for us to fight anymore. You are no match for me."
Gohan smirked. "I won't know unless I try!" With that Gohan called upon on more of his power to ascent to the next level but something was wrong, very wrong. Gohan immediately recognized it when he had transformed into a Super Saiyan. He was beginning to feel weaker with every passing moment. His body was starting to feel even heavier and the pain that Ulquiorra had inflicted earlier was getting worse. Gritting through his teeth, Gohan tried to shake off these disadvantages as this was not the first time for this to happen to him.
"This is getting us nowhere," Ulquiorra stated. "You are indeed foolish if you think you can beat an Espada at your current level."
"E-Espada?" Gohan questioned curiously. "W-Who are you?"
"My name doesn't matter now. However, I will show you the difference in our powers." Ulquiorra then lifted his finger up and pointed it towards Gohan. The demi-saiyan was curious as to what the Arrancar was doing and as such, he left down his guard. Ulquiorra took that opportunity to strike. "Cero." A green colored sphered appeared in front of Ulquiorra's finger and which suddenly a large and powerful energy blast launched itself towards Gohan! The demi-saiyan shrieked at the mere power of the attack as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. The Cero struck Gohan on target as he was quickly engulfed in the blast. A large portion of the Son house had been destroyed in the explosion.
A small dust cloud was formed in front of Ulquiorra. Lowering his finger down, he glanced at the scene with disinterest. "It is a shame that it had to come to this, Son Gohan. Aizen-sama had wanted to meet you in person but it looks I must report that you were unable to come with." Though, that strange transformation, this 'Super Saiyan' as he called it, was indeed interesting, Ulquiorra said to himself. Could that be the reason Aizen-sama wanted to meet him so badly? Ulquiorra thought differently. If he was no threat then why bother.
Just as Ulquiorra was about to open the gate to Hueco Mundo, he heard something. "W-Wait," spoke a voice. Ulquiorra's eyes widened a bit in shock as he turned his head to something that he shouldn't have anticipated. Within the smoke, a figure was still standing and as the smoke dissipated, it was revealed to be Son Gohan! "W-We aren't finished here," panted the demi-saiyan as he glared at Ulquiorra. "I-I'm going to… kill… you… bastard…" And with that, Gohan fell to the floor with a thud and passed out. His Super Saiyan transformation lost as he went back to his original state.
Ulquiorra was surprised to say the least. "That boy had survived a Cero at such close range," he commented as he walked over to where Gohan laid. "Very impressive, especially given at his current level. He may be of some use to Aizen-sama after all."
A few hours later…
Gohan stirred around and slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly he sat up, getting himself in a fighting stance as he thought that Ulquiorra was still out there. However, that was not case especially when he wasn't even in his house anymore. "W-Where the hell am I?" questioned the demi-saiyan out loud. He glanced around to see that he was in a strange room with a large window in it. Looking down to see if he still had the chain on his chest, the demi-saiyan let out a sigh as he saw the chain was gone. More so, he noticed that he wore different clothes, similar to those of Ulquiorra's. Standing, Gohan then looked outside of the window to see a night sky with a crescent moon. Upon seeing the moon, Gohan gaped as he knew that the moon was destroyed by Piccolo many years ago. Where the hell was he?
At that moment, knocking was heard against his door. Gohan turned around to open up the door and noticed a strange figure in front of him. It was tall figure, dressed in the same robes as Ulquiorra did before but the most interesting feature was that he had a goat skull as his face! Gohan shrieked a bit at the sight until his nerves were calmed when the figure spoke. "Son Gohan, Aizen-sama wishes to speak to you."
Gohan blinked a few times. "A-Aizen-sama?" The figure nodded as he escorted the demi-saiyan through the hallways. Gohan glanced around as he walked. He was certainly in a strange place with long hallways and vast spaces of darkness. Gohan couldn't help but feel something weird about this place especially as he focused his Ki senses on the outside. He could feel little amounts of Ki which was strange indeed. Where was he? Then the goat skull figure stopped in front of a large door which made Gohan look in awe. He then proceeded to open the door. The demi-saiyan glanced inside as the only thing he could see was darkness.
Gohan stepped inside and once he had taken a few steps, the door behind him closed abruptly. Gohan turned around quickly, surprised to hear such a noise. "Welcome Son Gohan," spoke a voice. This caused the demi-saiyan to turn his attention towards the direction of the voice. He glanced to see Sosuke Aizen sitting before Gohan in his throne chair. "I'm glad to finally meet you in person."
"Who are you?" Gohan asked as he positioned himself in a fighting pose as the tone of voice that this man carried was strange indeed.
"There is no need to be alarmed Son Gohan," Aizen replied. "I am not here to hurt but to help you."
"Help me? Then where the hell am I?" exclaimed the demi-saiyan. "And why did you take me away from my house? And where is that bastard that I fought earlier?"
"In due time, I will answer all of your questions," Aizen responded. "But first off, you, Son Gohan, are in Hueco Mundo, specifically in my fortress known as Las Noches. And the reason I took you in was to protect you from the Soul Society."
"Soul Society? What's that?"
"The Soul Society is what you call the afterlife but it actually resembles that of feudal Japan. It is a place that holds warriors known as Soul Reapers," explained Aizen. "The most important thing is that you are safe from them."
"Safe? What do you mean?" Gohan asked.
"It has come to my attention that the Soul Society has designated you as a threat, especially with the amount of strength that you possess. They were going to kill you in an accident so that the world could work as they want it to."
"What?" Gohan frowned at this.
"The Soul Society's true purpose is to harbor those that they see fit to live in the afterlife. Those that they deem unworthy, those souls become Hollows, monsters that want to consume souls and bring destruction," Aizen stated.
"How come this is the first time that I am hearing this?" Gohan questioned.
"Because you never see the Soul Reapers unless you possess Spirit Pressure as you don't see the Hollows. Most people carry on their lives without ever knowing about this."
"Then why are you telling me?"
"Because Son Gohan, we need your help," Aizen replied. "For centuries, the Soul Society has created nothing but violence. As I said before, those souls that they see unworthy to live in the Soul Society are cast away and become Hollows. They bring destruction and mayhem into the Human world." The mere mention of destruction caused Gohan's fists to be clenched in anger. He began to wonder why did the Soul Society do this? Violence brought nothing but pain and suffering. Gohan didn't enjoy fighting like his father or Vegeta did. In fact, he'd rather eliminate it all together. He looked at Aizen with greater interest. Aizen let out a small smile as he grabbed the demi-saiyan's full attention. "Up till recently, the Soul Society was left unchecked as it did as they pleased. When this was revealed to me and my companions, I tried to reason with them and tried to change their ways. But as a result, I was banished from the Soul Society."
"You were in the Soul Society?" Gohan asked.
Aizen nodded. "Yes, in fact I was part of the Gotei 13, an order of Soul Reapers sent out into the Human world to do the Soul Society's bidding. That was how I found out about the Soul Society's true purpose," Aizen explained. "When I was banished, I knew that the only way that the Soul Society would listen was through force. However, efforts to repel them have been unsuccessful. We still continue on but the Soul Society wanted to have an ace in their hole and that is how you come in, Son Gohan."
"Me?"
"Your efforts in saving the planet over and over again have been heard all over the Soul Society, specifically in the Rukongai for a few years now. Word of your victories spread very quickly in the Soul Society and once it reached the ears of the upper members of the Soul Society; they wanted to use your strength in terminating our existence, permanently. However, you couldn't work for them if you were still alive. That was why they came down to kill you so that you could be brought forth to the Soul Society. And if you were unwilling to help them, they would kill your brother."
"WHAT!" Gohan screamed angrily. "They took Goten as a hostage?"
"Sadly so," Aizen said with some tears coming out of his eyes. "Ulquiorra, my servant, tried to stop them but it was too late as they had killed your mother and taken your little mother." Gohan gritted his teeth angrily at the statement. Those bastards! Gohan said to himself. Don't worry Goten; I'm coming to rescue you.
Then Gohan remembered something as he had remembered the charming Aizen had given mention. "Aizen-san, you mentioned earlier about your servant, Ulquiorra arriving there. Who is he?"
"Ah yes, I forgot to introduce you to your rescuer," Aizen as he made a signal for someone to come forth. "You can come in now Ulquiorra." Suddenly, a weird sound was heard in the room as Ulquiorra appeared right next to Sosuke Aizen. Once Ulquiorra had appeared, Gohan's face turned into rage as he was the same person from before.
"YOU!" Gohan yelled as he got himself in a horse stance. "I'm going to kill you!" With a flail of his arms, Gohan was about to transform into a Super Saiyan until he noticed something was wrong. He started to lose control of his Ki as it was being sapped away. Gohan tried to summon upon more Ki but couldn't as he felt his body being manipulated and bind together. He was stuck and couldn't move! "Shit," cursed the demi-saiyan, surprised at the amount of cursing that he has done since the death of his mother. He looked up to see Aizen having his palms out towards the demi-saiyan. "You! What did you do to me?"
"Relax, Son Gohan, I just used a kido spell to temporarily bind you," Aizen said. "I didn't want you to get into any kind of confrontation without hearing the facts."
"Hearing? He killed my mother!" Gohan exclaimed angrily.
"You are mistaken Son Gohan," Ulquiorra stated. "You might think that I did it but I just merely arrived at the same time as you did. It was just by coincidence that we ran into each other."
"Ulquiorra told me that when he arrived, the Soul Reapers had already done their damage," Aizen explained. "Apparently, your mother resisted them when they tried to take your younger brother away from the house and as a result, she was killed. Luckily, he had arrived at just the right time to save you from the Soul Society."
"Then why the hell did you attack me?" Gohan asked. The demi-saiyan wondered if what Aizen just was true, then what reason did Ulquiorra have to attack.
"I wanted to test your strength," Ulquiorra replied. "I wanted to see if you were worthy of protecting from the Soul Society and if you are threat to us."
"Threat?"
"What Ulquiorra meant to say was that he wanted to make sure that you weren't influenced by the Soul Society," Aizen responded. "After all, they have manipulated thousands to do their dirty work. We wanted to make sure that you weren't manipulated into thinking that I was cause of the destruction. We want to keep you safe from their hands."
Gohan relaxed himself a bit as he took in everything that he just heard. If what Aizen said about the Soul Society was true, then they needed to be stop. And this man held the key to that strength to stop them. He was also asking for Gohan's help, the demi-saiyan knew he couldn't turn their offer for help down. What would his father, Goku, say about this? Gohan knew the answer as he looked at Aizen intently. "Aizen-san, you said that you brought me here to protect me, right?" asked the demi-saiyan.
Aizen nodded. "That's right. Why do you ask?"
"I wish to help you in your fight against the Soul Society," replied the demi-saiyan. "The fact that they are causing violence and destruction in our world for their amusement is sickening. I wish for all violence to stop as I rather not fight but when the safety of the Earth and my friends is at stakes, I am willing to lay down my life. Let me join you in your fight."
"Are you sure Son Gohan?" Aizen asked. "If you follow this road, there is no turning back. Are you sure you want to join me in my quest to rid this world of violence once and for all?"
Gohan nodded. "I am sure. Besides, I have a score to settle with them for killing Okaa-san. They won't get away with this." Aizen smiled. Perfect, he said to himself. He has perfectly fallen into my hands.
"I'm glad that you have taken up our offer for help. We desperately need it. However, you need to be refitted for the battles that lie ahead," Aizen said.
"Refitted? What do you mean? I am already strong enough," Gohan said.
"True but you won't be able to match against a Soul Reaper with your level," Ulquiorra commented. "Your spirit pressure is weak when compared to Soul Reapers."
"Spirit pressure?" Gohan questioned. "What that does that have to do with anything? I can simply blast them with a Ki blast can't I?"
"Yes, but with Soul Reapers, you battle with spirit pressure instead of Ki. It is a battle between souls. Do you remember your battle against Ulquiorra?" Gohan nodded as he looked at the said person with a glare in his eyes. He was definitely shocked that Ulquiorra was able to stand up against a Super Saiyan when not many beings were unable to, such as Freeza. "Ulquiorra had separated you from your body. The soul takes in a different kind of energy. As such, you had great difficulty in fighting."
"Then how am I going to be of any help?" Gohan questioned. "If I can't fight them using Ki, then how am I going to defeat them?"
"You'll figure that out soon Son Gohan," Aizen said as he stood up from his chair and stepped down. "Follow me." Gohan was unsure what to do as the invisible binds that were around his body were removed. The demi-saiyan looked at where Aizen and Ulquiorra were walking and decided to follow them, figuring that Aizen might have something planned for him. As he followed Aizen and Ulquiorra, the demi-saiyan glanced around the place one last time and noticed more figures appearing. All of them were dressed in familiar fashion to that of Ulquiorra and Aizen. Some of them looked like fierce fighters.
Gohan followed Aizen and Ulquiorra through the hallways until it was just Aizen and the demi-saiyan as Ulquiorra was not allowed inside the room. The Arrancar didn't mind as he walked the other direction, getting ready for the next step of Aizen's plan. Gohan and Aizen, meanwhile, had finally arrived at their destination. The two of them were standing before a small pillar and with a wave of Aizen's hand; the pillar opened itself to reveal an object. It was a small, bluish-purple orb. Gohan knew that it was emanating something. But what?
"What's this?" Gohan asked.
"That is the Hogyoku," Aizen explained. "An object of great power. It has the ability to dissolve and separate the boundaries of Soul Reapers and Hollows alike."
"Separate the boundaries?"
Aizen nodded. "That's right. For example…" Suddenly and without warning, Aizen thrust the Hogyoku into Gohan's chest which caused the demi-saiyan a great shock. To make matters worse, Gohan felt incredible pain as he felt like his body was being ripped into two. He fell onto his knees, holding his chest and trying to take out the Hogyoku but he couldn't. Aizen couldn't help but smile at the scene. "Relax yourself Son Gohan and you will be granted abilities beyond your comprehension." However, Gohan wasn't feeling that. He began to doubt his decision to follow this man as he couldn't take any more pain.
After a few minutes of struggling, Gohan opened his eyes slowly, seeing Sosuke Aizen before him. The demi-saiyan was about to slug him one but before he could do anything, Aizen spoke. "Arise, Son Gohan. You have been reborn." Reborn? Gohan questioned to himself. And upon call, the demi-saiyan began to stand up and as he did, he felt… different. Once he fully stood up, he realized on why he was so different. He had been separated from his body once more but this time it was different. No longer was there a chain on his chest but rather he was dressed in weird garments.
"What am I wearing?" Gohan questioned.
"You are wearing what is called the Shihakushō, the uniform of a Soul Reaper as you have become one now," Aizen said. Gohan's eyes widened at Aizen proclamation. Did Gohan really become a Soul Reaper? As he inspected his garments, he noticed that it consisted of a white shitagi, a black kosode, a black hakama, a white hakama-himo, white tabi, and waraji. He knew the names of these garments as he had studied them himself. "How do you feel?" Aizen asked.
"I feel… strange," commented the demi-saiyan as he inspected more of his new self. "I feel like a weight has been lifted from my body. It is definitely different than the last time. Why am I a Soul Reaper? I thought they were the enemy."
"They are, but the reason why you have become one is because of the Hogyoku," Aizen explained. "As I said before, the Hogyoku has power to separate the boundaries between Soul Reapers and Hollows. But its true power lies in its ability to sense the hearts of those around it, and to materialize their deepest desire. You felt so strongly on finding a way to defeat them in your heart that it caused the Hogyoku to grant you their powers. That way, you are able to fight against them."
"I see," Gohan responded as he glanced at the katana that was at his side. He pulled out the sword and inspected it. It was a fairly average sword but it felt strangely right with the demi-saiyan. He put it inside the sheath and pulled out it from his belt. "Aizen-san, I don't need this."
"Ah but you do Son Gohan," Aizen said, giving back the katana to its original owner. "That katana is called a Zanpaktou and it is yours."
"But I don't…"
"You will learn soon enough Son Gohan," Aizen said as he began to walk. "However, I don't have time to explain you everything. You must go now."
"Where must I go?" the demi-saiyan asked.
"To Karakura Town."
"Karakura Town? What's there?"
"It is a town that has a lot of Soul Reapers present," Aizen stated, which caused Gohan to clench his fists. "But don't worry; they haven't caused any destruction just yet. I need you to go there to learn more about them, gain their trust. There is also a man that you should seek out. Urahara Kisuke is his name and he should help you with your training on becoming a powerful Soul Reaper. You must also gain the companionship and trust of a high school teenage boy with orange hair."
"Okay, but I'm confused. Aren't I supposed to be here, to be protected?" Gohan questioned.
"Perhaps but I didn't think that the Hogyoku would grant you Soul Reaper powers," Aizen answered. "I was shocked to say the least. Despite that, this gives us a great opportunity for you to learn more about your powers. The others and I cannot teach you here. However, we will be watching you, making sure that the Soul Society doesn't come to capture you for their own evil purposes."
"I see," nodded the demi-saiyan. Aizen was right. If Gohan was going to defeat the Soul Society, he needed to get the training to become a powerful Soul Reaper. And if Aizen said to go to Karakura Town to learn more about his powers, then that was where the demi-saiyan would go. Gohan bowed politely before Sosuke Aizen. "Thank you for everything Aizen-san. I am truly grateful for everything that you have done for me. If there is anything that you need of me, please do not hesitate to call."
"Absolutely Son Gohan," Aizen responded. "However, be sure to bring your body along. We wouldn't want to rot here." Gohan nodded in agreement as Aizen guided the demi-saiyan on how to step back into his body. Once that happened, Aizen then took Gohan out for a stroll in his fortress and took him to the entrance back to the Human world. "We will meet each other again soon Son Gohan. You be careful out there."
Gohan nodded. "Of course Aizen-san. Thank you again for everything." The former Soul Reaper then opened a garganta as it literally tear open the dimensional fabric. Gohan looked at Aizen curiously, wondering what the former Soul Reaper captain just did but the demi-saiyan decided to let it slide. Stepping inside the garganta, Gohan looked at Aizen one last time before giving him thumbs up. Aizen simply smile as the garganta closed.
Once the garganta disappeared, a figure appeared behind Aizen. "You called for me, sir?" asked Ulquiorra.
"Yes Ulquiorra, I want you to spy on our special 'friend' Son Gohan and keep me updated on his progress," Aizen said. "His becoming a Soul Reaper has brought on new possibilities in mind for my plan."
Author's note: Hey everybody! Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. There is more to come but it might take a while since I am currently writing Saiyan in Mahora and also have to get finish writing the second chapter of Mega Man X: The Familiar. Plus, there are other stories that I have been dying to publish as well. I kind of feel like a mangaka with writing so many stories while having a weekly story like Saiyan in Mahora at helm. It feels good. :)
Anyways, I hope that you like the idea of Gohan being influenced by Aizen into working for him. It is going to be very interesting from now as how the demi-saiyan interacts with the other people in the Bleach world.
READ AND REVIEW! I like to hear everyone's opinion on this! See ya all around! Peace!