Takeover Notice:
The original Unintentional Visitors is over.
I have to say, this is rather sad.
WhoIsThisGuy officially ended his story.
He just ran out of steam. Ideas stopped popping into his head, and it was done.
I requested a takeover, to which he generously agreed.
As he has taken down his story from the site, I shall post the first few chapters as is, and then try and continue this story on my own.
The DocX part of this site has never been more useful.
The Unintentional Visitors
A DBZ-Bleach crossover
WhoIsThisGuy
Chapter 1 : The First One
The phone rang. It was an insistent ring, like a wake-up call. Gohan looked up from his math textbook, and shuddered. The sense of unease he was feeling was heightened by the urgent call of the receiver.
It's time, I guess…
He slid his chair back, got up and slowly walked downstairs into the living room. The hemispherical shape of the house gave the ring a deep echo-like effect.
He picked it up. It was Krillin.
"Hey, Gohan! Have you felt it too?"
"Yeah. I'm scared, Krillin," he said, gripping the black plastic phone until his knuckles went white. "Do you know for sure that it's him?"
"I'm afraid so. Anyway, the Z-Fighters are meeting up in West City. We'll go on to Diablo Desert from there. Wear your Saiyan armour. Things will get ugly pretty soon. Come fast, and don't tell Chi-Chi," said Krillin.
Gohan sensed fear in Krillin's voice, mirroring his own. If that energy could be felt, then his father... Don't even think about it. Father would never lose. Slowly keeping the receiver back on its cradle, Gohan tiptoed towards his room. It would be easier to escape out of his window.
Jumping out, Gohan ran across the meadows of East District 439 to Mount Paozu, where he had hidden the Saiyan armour. In his hurry, he almost missed the spot. He backtracked and dug up a battered wooden chest, which used to contain his toys, all those years ago...
Not the time to reminisce, he reprimanded himself. Opening it, he picked up the blue garment. Saiyan armor was a technological marvel. It provided insane amounts of protection, and stretched like rubber, molding itself to anyone's body structure.
He slid it over his muscular frame, chucked his old clothes into the chest and placed it back into its hole.
He made a mental promise. If it's Frieza out there, then I'll never rest until Father is avenged.
He concentrated, and used as little Ki as he could to propel himself upwards, to make his ascent as silent as possible. Although his house was a couple of miles away, Chi-Chi had hearing like a fox, and he did not want to get caught at this stage in the proceedings.
As soon as he was sure that he was out of earshot, he burst forth, and sped towards Capsule Corporation. Upon reaching West City, he slowed down, to descend into the large CapsuleCorp complex, when he caught sight of his allies. His friends.
Krillin and Yamcha, in their traditional orange gi, Tien and Chiaotzu in green, and the guy next to them…
WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?
He had spiked hair, and his widow's peak seemed sharper than ever. Vegeta, that bastard... why is he here? Well, he must have come here after sensing that power... oh no... it seems closer than ever. I'm almost sure that it's him.
He landed, and the sight of Vegeta filled him with hatred and dread... and then, "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT IS THAT, VEGETA?" In the background, Krillin sniggered, but was immediately shut up by the Saiyan prince's ferocious glare.
Vegeta was dressed in deep yellow trousers, and a PINK shirt with the words 'BAD MAN' scrawled on the back.
"SHUT UP! Let's get on with it... " said Vegeta. Bulma was coming as well, it appeared, and there was no stopping her. "Move out of my way!" she shoved Yamcha aside with surprising strength, and produced her Capsule box. Pulling out a No. 11 from it, she threw it into the open space behind the fighters.
POOF! (Forgive the lame onomatopoeic, but I have to stick to DBZ for now)
And without further dialogue, they were off.
Frieza had just landed and was walking out of his ship with his father, marvelling at the pitiful planet that monkey called home. "So this is Earth. What a horrible excuse for a planet!" yelled the half-mechanized being, hatred lacing his every word.
He shook his head. This shit heap wasn't even worth destroying.
"It's hopeless, but if this is what that Saiyan calls home, then I'll destroy every inch of it!" (cliché, really)
A sudden thud interrupted Frieza's rant. "Sorry, but there will be no destroying under my watch. Get lost, you freak." A human had appeared, as if out of nowhere. And he seemed cocky. Very cocky.
Frieza could barely believe what he'd just heard. A mere human, actually telling me, to GET LOST?
At least this one's got balls…
"Who is that?" screamed Krillin, imaginary hair follicles on his head standing up.
"No clue," said Piccolo. I've never seen him before, but he seems angry. I don't know, but there's something about his attitude and clothes that makes me think that he's not one of the good guys."
"Nonsense! Have you not sensed his power?" said Vegeta, a grin spreading across his face. "It's mediocre; I can barely sense it apart from Frieza's. That fool's just gonna get himself killed, trying to fight someone so out of his league. Although, he might just prove to be good entertainment..."
The Saiyan Prince thoroughly enjoyed torturing the weak, after all...
(Ironic, considering he got his ass whopped by someone standing just there...)
Meanwhile, Frieza was laughing at the boy's folly. "Look, Father! We have ourselves a fool! Hey human! Do you have a death wish? I mean, I'm gonna be destroying this pathetic planet anyway, there's no need to come here to serve as additional amusement."
The boy now looked angry. There was a fierce glint to his eyes. "Oh look at that, a scary face. He clearly wants to amuse me by actually trying. Sorry, boy, but I am in a bit of a hurry, so, DIE!" (all villains are so cliché...)
Smiling sadistically, Frieza raised his left index finger, sending a scythe of energy towards the boy. Frieza saw him widen his eyes before the attack hit, right on the boy's chest. He was thrown backwards, a crimson fountain spurting from his wound. He hit the barren rock on his back, bounced, and just lay there.
"HA HA HA HA HA! I really expected more from this pathetic planet, but, life's full of disappointments."
Turning his back on the boy, he raised his arm. A large ball of energy formed right above it. Red and orange hues provided it with a marbled, almost living surface.
"HOLY CRAP! He's gonna blow the planet apart!" Krillin was frantic. Their previous fight with Frieza had not gone well.
"NO TIME LEFT! We have to attack NOW!" Piccolo was almost out of his cover, when he stopped dead.
"Not... possible..."
Frieza smiled, almost to himself. Part of it was for his father, who'd rescued him, given him the mechanized body, and brought him here to exact revenge. Not like it counted for much more than that, and that was the entire acknowledgement Frieza was going to give his weakling of a father.
"Well, fun and games aside, let's get this over..."
A voice rose above the wasteland, echoing around the rocks.
"Mistake number one, never take your enemy for granted."
Frieza turned back. (Couldn't he have just not turned in the first place? Would have been a lot less cliche...)
The boy was back on his feet, with only a slight grimace to acknowledge the pain. His eyes shone with resolve. "You're just trash. I've survived much worse. This was just a tickle compared to that crazy Kenpachi's attack..."
"What the..." Frieza was stopped mid-sentence by the sudden explosion of power.
He could only stare speechlessly at the boy, who was holding his huge curved sword behind him, readying for something. In one fluid motion, he swung the sword towards the front in a sideways arc, his power level rising with every inch of motion.
"Well, well, the boy has some fight in him after all..." blustered Frieza, noting how close it was getting to his own. "Let's see what pathetic move you're gonna use next, you FOOL! Hit me with your best shot!"
"I intend to... you BITCH!" with that, the boy grunted, and sent a shock wave rushing through his sandals, crushing the rock beneath. He gripped his right bicep with his left arm, and grunted again, sending another, larger burst of power into the surroundings.
"WHO IS THAT BOY?" yelled Krillin, "His power level's crazy!"
"This isn't good..."said Piccolo, "and it's still rising, really fast," as another massive power burst shook the ground.
He's strong, maybe as strong as Kakarot in his Super Saiyan form... thought Vegeta. This was a rare moment of appreciation from the Saiyan prince, even inside his head.
Another huge concussion of power raged through the ground, and converged around the boy, sending red and black sparks playing all around him. His black robes flared, and his orange hair rose. At the climax of the moment, the boy spoke.
"BAN-KAI!"
There was a moment of silence. Followed by an immense shock wave.
Frieza was mindfucked.
"WHAT IS THIS POWER? Who are you, boy? Not even that Saiyan monkey..."
Frieza's vision blurred, then split, as if a painting had just been cut diagonally, and the pieces were sliding across each other. In one last moment of rational thought, Frieza said not again... and the scene went black.
"WHAT WAS THAT! Does anyone know what that attack was?" screamed Piccolo. The rhetoric, as well as the panic in his voice, showed the level of mental stress. This was simply not possible,thought Piccolo.
"H-H-H-He-He kill-killed h-h-h-him in j-j-just one sh-shot..." said an equally scared Gohan.
Vegeta, also was shocked. This power... it's huge. Also, he managed to finish what even Kakarot in his Super Saiyan form could not. Granted that Frieza had underestimated him, but still, that's insane!
"WHO IS THIS GUY?" yelled the Z-Fighters in unison.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," said the boy, to himself, the tails of his Shihakusho rustling in the wind, his black sword resting on his shoulder, the picture of confidence. He stared at the slain Hollow-like creature in front of him.
Where is the hole? He wondered.
All the Hollows he'd fought before had holes in the most conspicuous places, even the almost human Espada. Also, why hasn't he disappeared yet? The zanpaktou usually cleansed souls and sent them to Soul Society.
He didn't have a shred of reiatsu, yet he was threatening to blow up the entire planet? How is this possible?
He checked his reiatsu level. It should have replenished by now…
But it hadn't. And it suddenly realized why.
He was in a completely different place, with different rules. Living creatures had their own innate form of energy, and they looked completely weird. Come on, he was half machine, thought Ichigo.
And his reiatsu had no equivalent here, which was why he was working with a limited amount. Whatever he had inside of him was all he was going to get.
No time to deliberate on this anymore, the bigger one's coming.
The bigger alien, or whatever he was, appeared to have gotten over his small friend's instant death, and his small brain was finally entertaining thoughts of revenge.
Even Jinta would have come at me faster, and I've seen smarter stones.
Ichigo readied himself, determined to save reiatsu for later battles.
"You... you BASTARD! YOU JUST KILLED MY SON!" there we go, context at last. Ichigo understood the duo's basic motive now. Someone had beaten up the son to within an inch of his life, and had failed to finish the job. Stupid fool...
The son had gone to his father after somehow fusing himself with a mechanized body, and convinced him to help his son.
Retarded, really, considering I just raped his son's ass…
And now, they were here, threatening to destroy this 'pitiful planet', they said.
How can they talk so casually about destroying the planet? What about its people? Well, revenge does kind of blow things out of proportion.
Here we are, an alien family talking about blowing up the planet. Ichigo was surprised at the speed at which his mind had come up with an explanation, and how quickly he had accepted it as true.
Well, I'm kinda used to this shit, after all…
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
Clearly the father was as retarded as the son.
It would be an appalling waste of reiatsu to use Getsuga Tenshou to kill this stupid wreck of an alien...
Ichigo sprinted right up to the raging creature, slicing him in half sideways. Tensa Zangetsu's reiatsu-honed blade cut through armour, skin, and bone alike, smoother than a hot knife through butter. The alien wreck split into two, and Ichigo stepped back.
He got King Cold in just one cut as well, thought a flabbergasted Vegeta, now sweating. He took a shuddering breath. Calm yourself. King Cold was just a powerless wretch compared to Frieza, so it's only natural.
"Now is the time we know if the boy is on our side or not. We do not know his motives yet. Gohan, you stay back; Krillin, you too. We don't want you to die again. The rest, including you, Vegeta, come front. We need to stay together. You have all seen his power. Come here, NOW!" Uh oh...
Ichigo heard the bass voice scream 'NOW' and was instantly alert. Questions such as "What is this place? Why am I the only one here? And who were the two fools?" were relegated to the back of his mind, as he entered the zone of maximum concentration, preparing for weirdo assault number 2.
He noticed a slight puff of dust in the direction of the voice. He ran towards it, finding three men protecting a kid and a short baldy, with another crazy guy in a pink shirt and the wackiest widow's peak standing all by himself to one side.
Widow's peak seems the strongest, mused Ichigo. Then, he noticed.
"WHY ARE YOU GREEN? AND WHAT ARE THOSE PINK ARMS? Are you an alien like those other guys? And HOW does this one have THREE eyes?" Forgetting the possibility of these aliens being hostile, Ichigo stared and stared at the completely green man in purple robes and a freaking turban, with those horrendous pink arms...
The boy seemed hysterical. All he could manage, it seemed, was to stare at Piccolo.
This guy seems way more harmless in person. Maybe we shouldn't talk to him. He seems mentally unstable, thought Piccolo, and shook his head.
Noticing Piccolo's gesture, the Z-Fighters prudently took a step back. No need to provoke him further, they all thought.
All, except one retard.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU GAPING FOOL!" yelled Vegeta.
This seemed to pull the boy out of his reverie. "LOOK WHO'S TALKING! YOU'RE THE ONE WEARING THE PINK SHIRT, OLD MAN!" yelled the boy. This isn't good... thought Piccolo. We need to approach him with tact, and negotiate with him.
"I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU MAGGOT!" screamed Vegeta, ever tactful. "I'll show you the burning wrath of the Prince of all Saiyans!" (Way to start peaceful negotiations)
"Well, challenge accepted. I'll even let you attack first, or are your old bones too slow to move before they're bashed around?" said the boy, with equal maturity.
This is bad, thought Krillin, Vegeta's gonna get creamed. It's not too bad, though, he kinda deserves it...
"OH NO you don't! Young man, you are DEFINITELY not fighting here. This is Capsule Corp land. Don't you think you have caused enough damage already? Do you want to add this weak man to your corpse collection?" yelled Bulma, not content with just watching. She just had to fuel the raging fire... grumbled Piccolo, and facepalmed. Can this get any worse?
"HEY GUYS!"
There was a moment where everyone froze.
"Hey! I'm back!" the voice continued, "Nice of you to come here, but how did you know I was gonna land here?"
The Z-Fighters did a perfect double take, all together, and stared.
"FATHER!"
"GOKU!"
"YOU'RE BACK!"
These people are definitely CRAZY!
Ichigo was almost at his limit.
One moment an old man's challenging me, and then now they're hysterical about the new wacko. The man was dressed like a character from a play, and seemed to have come out of a steaming baseball.
They were probably waiting for him, mused Ichigo, seeing how they were surrounding him, and how the baldy and the kid (probably the newcomer's son) were crying.
"You haven't forgotten about our challenge, have you?" the old man was back, anger concealed behind a mask of scary calmness.
Why can't he leave me alone? I'll just beat the shit out of him, and talk to the rest later. They don't seem very fond of him, anyway.
"Sure thing, I'll take you on, but I'm definitely not going easy on you," this seemed to make him happy. He reminds me of my stupid dad, and his violent nature...
SNAP OUT OF IT! This is no time for wandering. I didn't really care, but this old man is actually pretty strong. It's gonna be hard, what with the chest wound and all...
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH" screamed Vegeta, powering up. He may be stronger, but I'm not going to let some upstart kid destroy my PRIDE! (Jesus, another cliché) I'll crush him. I'm definitely the strongest in the Universe. No one can ever defeat me!
Vegeta rushed headlong towards the boy. He balled his fists, pumped Ki into them, got ready for a heavy punch, and stopped dead.
The boy had his black sword levelled, the point a millimetre away from Vegeta's forehead.
"Hand-to-hand combat? Seriously? I should have given you a larger handicap than this chest wound," smirked the boy.
Vegeta almost went Ozharu at this point.
"HOW DARE YOU!" shards of stone rose up from the ground, then disintegrated. Power swirled up in a vortex around Vegeta, pink shirt billowing with the force. The tips off his hair seemed spikier than a second earlier. Sparks rushed through them. "YOU CAN NOT INSULT THE SAIYAN PRINCE AND GET AWAY WITH IT!"
Holy crap! I must be on my guard. Widow's peak looks psychotic!
"This isn't good," said Yamcha, stating the obvious.
"What the boy said decimated Vegeta's already fallen pride, and now he's really fired up. His energy level is already beyond what we saw on Namek. He's been looking for an object to vent his rage on, the boy seems an ideal target." commented Piccolo.
"What if he turns on the Earth next?" asked Krillin, sweating at the possibilities. "What do we do then?"
"Let them fight."
That voice, soothing, comforting, becalming, rang out over the Z-Fighters. "He deserves a chance to vent his anger, after being humiliated constantly in the past year, first by me, then by Frieza, and now by this boy. If he goes crazy, I'll handle him." promised Goku.
The old man's reiatsu was still climbing. When Ichigo was least expecting it, he disappeared. Where is he? Ichigo felt his abdomen being crushed by an enormous force. Widow's peak had somehow teleported and punched him in the gut, speed too fast for him to catch even in Bankai.
Before the boy could recover, Vegeta rammed a heavy, power laden uppercut to his jaw. He felt the boy's jaw crack, and he was propelled upwards and back, body slowly falling backwards in the air until it reached a horizontal position.
Catching up with the boy, Vegeta delivered a massive two handed slam right into his chest, breaking two ribs and cracking another one. The boy flew downwards, expelling all the air from his chest. He hit the barren ground, creating a medium-sized crater, and bounced. He came up, and Vegeta caught him by the throat, fingers crushing the scrawny neck.
"HA HA HA!" scoffed Vegeta with and evil glint in his eyes. "Are you gonna give up now? Or should I just kill you and be done with it? I'll crush your tiny cockroach neck!"
(More insect similes? Really?)
Spittle flying from Vegeta's mouth gave the angry look a slightly insane edge.
"Who said I'd let you do that?" The hilt of the boy's sword smashed into Vegeta's back. "Let me go. I said LET ME GO!" screamed the boy, driving the hilt repeatedly, the strikes almost breaking Vegeta's back. In pain, Vegeta loosened his hold on the neck just a little. The boy slid out forcefully, raised his sword in an instant, gripped it with both, hands, and sliced downwards, energy fanning in a glittering arc.
Ichigo waited until the sword had already sliced the man's chest, and then...
"GETSUGA TENSHOU!"
The red-and-black arc of energy rammed into Vegeta's body, and exploded. He was driven into the ground with immense force. He hit a rock, and then the after effect of the attack drove him sideways and down, creating a large furrow in the ground.
Ichigo saw the man hit the ground, a resounding shock wave emanating from his sword and the remnants of reiatsu from his Getsuga Tenshou. That should do it, thought Ichigo, and relaxed, the adrenalin slowly giving way to the pain. Oh...crap! Ichigo felt all of the pain at once, a raging storm of nerve impulses from his chest wound, the broken ribs, the crushed jaw.
It numbed his brain, dulled his senses, forcing him down. He fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Not now! I have so many questions! Questions that were probably going to remain unanswered. Where the hell am I? Who is that guy who just challenged me? Where are the others? Chad! Inoue! Ishida! Rukia! Somebody help me!
All of Ichigo's desperate attempts at clinging to consciousness failed, as he was too far gone already. The blackness spread inside his mind. As black as a Hollow's hole... thought Ichigo, marvelling at the similarity, and then the darkness engulfed him.
To be continued...
This is a massive undertaking, and I think writing this one along with ARTH and Dystopia Unleashed will take quite some effort.
I'm also uploading the next few chapters, without any changes. Author notes will also remain the same. Simply because they're not half bad.
No offense to the previous author, honest.
Reviews are most welcome.
Peace out.