Dystopia Unleashed

A DBZ-Naruto Crossover

By WhoIsThisDamnAuthor


Edited Ver : 24-6-2016

A big what-is-up to the good folk reading this story.

This tale is nearing its second anniversary, and I've somehow managed to jot down 87(and a half) thousand words.

While that is a very off-putting thing for most people, I urge you to read it.

I assure you, even after this long, I haven't given up on this.

Chapter 16 will be up as soon as I jot down enough to publish it. When that will happen, I seriously do not know.

*Ahem*

On with the story, then...


Prologue : Awakening


He awoke.

With a panic borne out of sheer confusion and mental turmoil, he tried to remember what to do.

Breathe... he discerned from amidst the howling in his subconscious. An instruction of vital importance.

He obeyed. Keeping his eyes firmly closed, he drew a long, shuddering breath. It was his first in what seemed like an eternity.

Some would argue, though, that it had actually been an eternity.

He inhaled again, concentrating; trying to get his other senses to focus.

After a long, long time, his straining ears felt a sound. A gentle, soothing rustle. Water, perhaps... Probably a brook somewhere, skipping from one moss-covered stone to another - the blissful noise of clear water effortlessly following gravity's grasp all the way to some larger water body, where it would then shed all of its contents in an attempt to fill it.

Try to fill it, and fail. Just like me.

He probably needed something of the same sort to fill the empty holes left in his consciousness.

Focusing on the sound, he tried to use the consistent background noise to calm his raving mind. For some horrible reason, it wasn't working. He continued thinking random thoughts, leaving no room for the kind of mental stability he usually enjoyed.

Among all the turmoil, he forced himself into a sitting position. Feeling about with his shaking, hesitant fingers, he was pleasantly surprised. He was sitting on some undergrowth, which meant a forest towered above him. He kept his eyes closed. He did not need any more input from that sense at this point. It was way too much to handle, but his overworked mind was now starting to cope.

The raging torrent of thoughts started to ebb. His mind started becoming his again, not his.

He chose to avoid using the little space left in his brain for rational thought to think of him. Instead, he reflected on his distant, almost foggy past. He remembered his family. He remembered the fateful day, the one thing still crystal clear in his mind.

He remembered his ecstasy on that day, the feeling of pride. He conjugated all of the foggy remains into a whole, and reflected on it. He made a mental note. For all future purposes, this was going to be his new self. His sense of self, rather, which he'd given up on that horrible day. He finally exhaled, releasing all his inner tensions, in a final desperate attempt to calm his mental raving.

He stiffened his faltering resolve. He had to do this.

He had to face this completely alien universe, with no loved ones providing any incentive to continue on. No loved ones at all.

He was alone. Truly alone.


Just a little longer...

The urge to open his eyes was getting stronger, but he was still completely petrified. He'd never experienced this sort of fear before. He inhaled again, clearing his mind just a little more with every strained breath. The torrent had calmed further, and all of his foreshadowed thoughts were rising to the surface.

Generally, he'd have sought solace in the one thing he was sure that would never leave him. He'd gone deep into his mind, and delved into the embrace of pure energy, the comfort of raw power. He would savour it, finding his calm again in the heightened senses that the energy gave him. It had been an addiction with far-reaching consequences, leading to decisions he had now come to regret.

This time, there was none left. Not even the tiniest drop remained of his previously near-infinite supply. He'd foregone it as part of the deal with him. He was totally alone, in a completely alien universe, with no energy. He was definitely at the worst part of his life.

Life... Even in his near-suicidal state, he chuckled to himself.

What was 'life'? What was the concept of this 'life', the line that divided any experience from being part of a 'life', and just being a natural phenomenon?

He had no idea any more.

Even as these thoughts swirled chaotically in the jumbled mess he now referred to as his new 'mind', an important question was silently rising to the surface of his consciousness. It came up like a bubble through a highly viscous fluid, very slowly.

And, as suddenly as it had appeared, it broke the surface.

He opened his eyes.

Where am I?


So yeah.

The dude's Goku.

Imagine his eloping with Shenron, like the ending to a typical Hollywood chick flick, didn't really go that well.

Imagine, for just a moment, that the immortality he gained by fusing with the Dragon's body eventually corrupted his soul.

So much that he began to beg the Eternal Douche to let him go, to allow him to become the separate, imperfect, mortal entity he was before the totally-gay-thing they did.

But, the aforementioned Eternal Douche, being a massive dickbag, says 'Hell no.'

Our slightly retarded Saiyan friend begs. Pleads for his soul to be delivered from the constant torment.

Douche agrees, but on one condition. To take away all his Ki.

Not forever, but just all of it. And then, being the sadist that he is, dumps Son-kun into the Naruto-verse, mindfucked and powerless.

Backstory, check.

Prologue, check.

On with Dystopia Unleashed in earnest in the next chapter.