Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, Dragonball Z, or any other characters associated in this fan fic. Rocky Wolf belongs to me, so if you steal, you will not live to tell about it

Jesus, my old stuff is crap. So I have decided to redo it all (The Rocky/Slade Story, Slade and the Wolf Titans (now titled Wolf Titans of Destiny), The Rocky/Robin Story, and My Life Just Turned Insane). I know I shouldn't, but trying to re-read my old stuff makes me want to vomit because it sucked so bad. I'm more experienced with writing now, so things will run a lot smoother than before. So take care and enjoy!

RockyVRWolf


The sound of an engine could be heard from far off, deep in the woods. It could be anything; a truck, a tree plow, a quad, a plane, and even a space pod, if you were lucky to see one of those. There were no humans around. Well…except one. It was a man, with one eye, and he was sitting just minding his own business against a tree on the forest floor. This man was very strange too. He was cloaked from neck to toe in strong Kevlar and armor on his arms and legs. He donned a two-toned mask; half black, half copper. He was trying to rest when he heard the engine. Opening his lone eye, he stood up and looked for signs of movement.

A glint caught the corner of the man's eye suddenly. Turning around, he saw a big, dark shape off in the distance. The curiosity getting the better of him, the man headed for it. He moved quietly as not to alert whoever or whatever the thing was. He soon heard voices of two males, one much younger than the other. The man saw a cave not too far from the object, which turned out to be a space pod. The two males headed for the cave. The man hid behind it and looked around the corner to see the youngest, a boy, carrying something in his arms. The man's eye narrowed in curiosity. The boy looked very sad about something.

"Dad, do we have to?"

So the two strangers were father and son. What was very strange about them was the fact that they had monkey tails attached to their backsides.

"We have to keep him safe from Frieza, my son," the man said. "The tyrant would kill him. I know you wouldn't want that to happen to your best friend."

The boy looked back at the bundle in his arms.

"Yes, dad."

Stepping up to the entrance of the cave, the boy laid the bundle down on the ground. After saying a silent good-bye, the two strangers returned to their pod and took off without a second glance. The man waited a few minutes before coming around. He stood behind the bundle, which turned out to be a soft, dark blue blanket. As carefully as possible, the one-eyed man pulled one corner of the blanket off. His eye widened slightly once he saw what was inside.

A sleeping, white wolf pup was curled on its side in a ball. Slowly reaching forward, the man lightly touched the pup's head. It squirmed under his touch but did not awaken. The man contemplated about his current situation. If those two people were here from a space pod, then that would possibly mean they came from space. And that would mean they had been aliens that looked human and had monkey tails. Staring silently down at the pup, the man deduced that this wolf pup could possibly be from outer space as well. And who had this Frieza been that the father spoke of? Was Frieza an alien too?

The man was so caught up in his calculating thoughts that he hardly heard the angry growl coming from behind the pup. He slowly looked up and then froze. He had seen the wolf before while she had hunted, but the man never came face-to-face with her before. Slowly standing up straight, the man stepped one booted foot back and then the other slowly as not to alert the female wolf. He watched as she lowered her head and cautiously approached the pup in his blanket. She sniffed him, her ears perking up.

Without looking at the man, the she-wolf pulled the blanket back over the pup and picked him up. Ignoring the man, she turned around and entered her cave. The man stared into the darkness, but dared not to approach it. Something in his belt suddenly beeped. Reaching back, he pulled out a black round device and flipped open the lid. He stared at the screen for a few seconds before closing the lid with a slight snap. He pocketed the hand held machine and turned around. The man started walking away.

"We will meet again one day."

With that said, the man walked into the darkness as it started to rain.


A few months later, the man did return. The she-wolf's mate had left her the night he returned home to find the little white wolf pup. He never came back. This was perfectly fine with the man. He didn't want the husband to attack him while he watched the mother and her son during the day anyway. It was good for him, but not for them. Almost every day the pup would ask his mother if daddy was coming back. It almost saddened the man to hear the poor wolf pup asking about his dad. The man never knew his father and neither would the pup.

These wolves were very weird to say the least. For one, the man understood them quite clearly. He believed there was something special about these creatures. They definitely weren't what you would call "normal". The man was watching them now while they played in the snow. The pup was given the name Rocky. It was a fitting name actually. Whenever he got hurt, he never cried or complained about it. His favorite thing to climb on was rocks and he had the same green eyes as his adoptive mother. Rocky didn't know what he truly was, but neither did his mother, who was named Lily. The man had a good feeling that the pup really was some kind of alien. From what planet, he did not know.

"Mommy; where's daddy?"

Lily smiled weakly at her son. The man straightened up against his tree.

"Silly pup," she said gently. "How many more times do I have to tell you, hm?"

Rocky wagged his tail.

"For forever and ever," he said, his voice somewhat squeaky and very cute. "Or until daddy comes back."

The man frowned. What would Lily say?

"I think that would be a wonderful idea," she said.

The man was a bit speechless. Deep in his gut he knew that the father would never return. He had a feeling Lily knew the same thing. So why was she lying to her son?

"When is he coming back?"

"I don't know," Lily said as cheerfully as she could.

"Well I hope he comes home real soon," Rocky said. "I want to know what daddy is like."

Lily's smile faltered once Rocky started playing again. He didn't notice the single tear rolling down her cheek. The man watched silently on, feeling a bit sad for the pup. He knew what it was like to be abandoned by someone you thought loved you. It had been hard on the man's mother, who turned towards drugs, alcohol, and became a hooker, just so she could feel satisfied. The man grew up with strangers until he turned sixteen. He had personally killed one of his mother's boyfriends and her as well. That's when he met his old time friend and future butler, joined the army by lying about his age, and became a husband as well. He had been a failure as a father, which had turned him into the one-eyed man now. His ex-wife had shot him in the eye. He didn't die from it, but he never regained his right eye's sight.

"Rocky, it's time for dinner now. I want you to stay here in the cave and don't come out for anyone. Do you understand?"

Rocky sat in front of Lily and grinned, wagging his tail.

"Yes mommy. I will stay in the cave."

Licking the pup's forehead, Lily put him inside and then went off hunting. The man waited right outside and watched over the cave when Lily was away. He didn't want anyone or anything taking him away from his mother. The man had a plan already forming however. The next summer the pup would be a year old. The man was going to find some way to kill Lily and take Rocky in for himself; to be the father the pup never had. He knew it was a cruel and evil thing, but he wanted the pup's hidden power. Besides, it wasn't like he would treat the pup wrongly. Somehow he had grown attached to Rocky, even though the pup didn't know he existed. He wanted him as a son. The man wasn't exactly sure why he felt the way he did, but he didn't think it mattered.

The man's belt beeped. He took out his communicator and examined the screen. He snapped it shut and placed it back in his belt. He stood up and stared at the cave a few seconds longer before turning around and heading for his next job.

"Don't worry; I will return soon."


He wasn't sure how this had happened, but now this strange demon of black smoke was following him. It took him a while to find out what the demon was known for. His name was Smoke of Death. He would find a host and he would kill anyone the host wanted dead. This was very convenient for the one-eyed man, but he was still surprised that he had found this creature of death.

"I need to kill something," the demon said to the man. "Tell me who you want dead so that I can feel satisfied again."

The man glared at the demon.

"I don't need you for four more months," he said. "You can wait."

The demon emitted a strange growl.

"I've been waiting twelve thousand years to kill something! If I don't get energy soon, I will be of no use to you!"

The man sighed.

"You…can…wait," he said, agitated.

The demon growled again but said nothing. The man looked back at the cave. Rocky was steadily getting bigger and much more energetic. His voice was still like a small child's, but it would change soon. The demon stared with him.

"You want me to kill that puny thing in four months?" he asked. "He won't be able to fight me at this age."

The man shook his head in annoyance.

"It's not him I want dead, it's his mother."

The demon zoomed around the man's head momentarily.

"She's not strong either," he said angrily. "Let me kill her now!"

The man swatted at the demon without looking at him. The demon flew back away from him.

"I want to wait until the pup is a year old," he said. "That won't happen until four months from now."

The demon snorted.

"So you want me to starve?"

The man looked over and glared at his demon.

"Then go kill a fox or something."

"Thank you very much."

The demon vanished, leaving the man alone in the safety of the trees. Sighing, he sat down and waited.


"Good night mommy."

The man watched closely, the demon moving about around his head.

"I finally get to kill that she-wolf, yes?"

The man sighed.

"Yes, tonight is the night I take Rocky as my own son."

The demon looked at him.

"Then you don't need me anymore?"

"Precisely." The demon turned back to the cave. "Wait five more minutes. I will wait for you out here."

The demon nodded. Five minutes later, he zoomed out of the man's sight. He waited patiently for the Smoke of Death to return. He soon heard Rocky crying. The demon flew back to the man and chuckled.

"My work here is done," he said. "I would wait for a few minutes to make sure no one else arrives."

With that said, the demon vanished. The man waited for two minutes before approaching the cave. He entered and saw Rocky crying over his dead mother's body. The man paused to stare at him. The pup didn't notice him waiting.

"Mommy; wake up! Please wake up! You promised you'd never leave me! Mommy please! Come back! Mommy!"

The man's lone eye actually showed sadness.

"Your mother isn't coming back." Rocky looked up quickly and then backed away, growling. The man chuckled, despite his sadness. "I don't mean to be mean, but your growl is very sad." He paused. "I'm afraid your mother is dead. She died in her sleep. For some time now I have been watching you very closely. Did you know that?"

Rocky started crying.

"Mommy isn't dead! She's just sleeping! Please wake her up!"

The man's eye narrowed in sadness. He sighed.

"She is indeed asleep, but this form of sleep is one you can never wake up from," he explained. "I am sorry for your loss. However, I am willing to take you in as my own son. Death is a very sad thing; I know this from experience. But, if you come with me, you and I can overcome our sadness. I will give you some time to decide."

Rocky continued to cry. He tried for several long minutes to wake up his mother, but she wouldn't budge. He whimpered.

"Mommy…"

The man sat down and waited. Rocky soon ended his crying and approached him.

"Do not be afraid, Rocky," the man said as the pup looked up at him. "I will protect you."

Nodding, Rocky allowed the man to pick him up and carry him away, leaving his dead mother behind. The pup closed his eyes and fell asleep. The man stopped and looked down at him. A single tear fell from the eye hole of his mask.

'I will be the father you never had. I will always protect you.'

"No matter what."