Hello internet people, today I try my first crossover so here's the summery
A new lich king has been crowned and he has mastered the scourge for good and peace reins in a war torn azeroth as the leaders look to prepare for the coming events leading to the cataclysm. Meanwhile far away seven years of peace has lasted, due to the combined efforts of Evan and Gohan, cell had been defeated, but at the loss of the greatest hero the planet earth has ever had. But peace never lasts as darkness starts creeping into the dreams of our heroes, forcing them to relive the most painful memories they have. Have all that the heroes lost finally come back to haunt them, or is there a darker force at work? Only time will tell. (note there is no dbz in ch1 so don't complain about that)
(this takes place in the storyline of my story Two Sayians , just much later, I understand that there is a lot of stuff not written so I decided on having some flashbacks on key points to explain, so, AU warning here we go)
I do not own warcraft of dragon ball
Chapter one: Kingslayer
Daroin Swiftrunner struck again at the ebony black armour of the lich king, denting it slightly. He followed up with a quick judgment. A hiss of pain erupted from the prince of darkness, as he swung at him with frostmorne narrowly missing. The lich king turned his attention back to his previous target. His brethren were falling like flies while others were desperately trying to get through the armour. He struck again and again but to no avail as the saronite held. He swung one last time with shadowmorne, what remained of arthas's hammer infused with the same dark energies that frostmorne had.
The axe dug through the armour and finally hit flesh. He pulled the axe free and congealed blood dripped out. Ah you actually hurt me, I have underestimated your power, IT IS TIME TO END THIS! A bright light resonated from his body. Darion leapt back as a shock wave erupted. He felt his soul rip from his body as he fell. He was hovering over his corpse. He looked up at the lich king as he heard "I applaud you Tirion, truly these are azeroth's greatest champions, now watch as I raise them, as champions of the scourge, the fall of azeroth will come at their hand, and you will be the first to die." he raised frostmorne and purple arcs of necromantic energy flowed into the bodies of his brethren.
A huge crushing pain filled his soul as his spirit was pulled towards the sword. Then, through the pain he heard a muffled "light, grant me one last request, give me the strength to shatter these bonds" he looked at the block of ice Tirion was encased in, and a beam of light hit the block, shattering it. Tirion leapt out and with a flash of ashbringer, frostmorne shattered. The pain ceased "imposable..." the lich king uttered "no more Arthas, no more will innocent lives will be consumed by your hate!"Screamed Tirion Then a specter of king Menithil II appeared "finally free at last it is over my son, the hour of reckoning is at hand. Arise champions of the light!"
In that instant Darion's soul was sucked into his body and he got back up. He picked up shadowmorne and ran at the now suspended body of the lich king as Tirion yelled "the lich king...MUST... FALL!" As Darion struck blow after blow a strange feeling enveloped him, his power increased and he jumped back, his eyes went from there pale green glow to bursting into a bright yellow flame, drops of molten titansteel hissed on the ice as a pair of angelic wings sprouted from his back. He pulled out his spell book and opened to his exorcism, but his hands were already charged with the energy. Wasting no time he hurled the bolt of light at the hovering tyrant. The spell hit squarely in the chest and his armour broke to pieces, seizing the opportunity he ran and leapt, swinging shadowmorne as he went.
The axe sliced through skin muscle and bone. The spirits holding him dissipated and the dark prince fell. Cheers went through the crowd as both alliance and horde embraced. Darion fell to the ground exhausted and he was helped up by two humans, who were patting him on the back, the wings dissipated and he looked over to the body of the lich king and to his surprise he was still alive. His father was walking up to the dying form on the ground. To everyone's surprise the regal figure knelt down and comforted the dying prince. "Father... Is it... Over" said Arthas, "at long last, no king rules forever my son" replied the spirit "I ...see only...darkness...before me. Then Art has,' eyes rolled up and he expired
Menithil looked at Tirion and said "without its master's command, the restless scourge will become an even greater threat to this world, control must be maintained. There must always be a lich king. Tirion picked up the helm and said" the weight of such a burden, it must be mine, for there is no other to take it" Darion said "I will Tirion, I killed him, it is my duty" to this Tirion said "Darion, you still have a wife and child who love you" "Tirion with all due respect, you still have the ardent crusade to lead, there are bound to be other evils in this world Longing to be released. No! I cannot... Tirion started. Darion calmly said "Tirion they still need you, surly you can feel the tremors, both in the light and the ground, something is coming, I don't know who or why, but they need you" now more than ever." Tirion nodded as he himself had felt the disturbances. "You will not be forgotten brother" Tirion said. "And I will not forget my commitment to the light, my people and my famaliy" Darion said, as he took of his own helm and cast it aside.
Tirion nodded and placed the helm on his head. A multitude of voices cried out for a leader as the rush of sound filled his mind. A voice spoke over the chaos and said, "Quiet fools, it is obvious that there is a new lich king, you are overwhelming him, let him speak" the surviving leaders of the scourge materialized in the darkness that now surrounded him. "My lord, what are your orders" said the lich that had silenced the others. "Darion spoke "have you're forces pull back into defensive positions until I can disconsern our fate." the head lich nodded and said "as you wish, my lord, we will follow you to true death" Darion's eyes opened with a pure white light and walked up to Tirion as he drew forth ashbringer.
"Please tell me your mind is still your own." he stood, looking down at him, and grinned. "Thank the light" Darion removed his helm and said "the scourge will follow me, what is to become of them?" "I don't know Darion, you are faithful to the light but a lot of resentment still stands" Tirion said "HELP!" one of the Heroes yelled as blood spurted from one of his injured comrades "light, grant me this, mend a Heroes flesh make him whole, let him see dawn once more" Darion chanted. A beam of light struck the injured hero and mended his wounds. "Looks like the light is still on my side" Darion said laughing Darion grew serious again "can you organize a meeting between the leaders of azeroth?" Tirion sighed "maybe, you know how it is" "do I ever" Darion said
End of chapter one
And there's ch1 hoped you liked it, please review and until next update, good day