Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Dragonball Z or Sailor Moon they are both property
of their respective companies. I think its Toei, I'm not sure but I do know neither belong
to me. If this fic resembles other it is completely by accident, I do not wish to copy what
others have written. I'm rather new at this so I'm not sure how good this is, but I would
appreciate it if you would review, Thanks! And if you could give me advice or just what
you think I'd like that too. My e-mail address is sayinjin_j7@yahoo.com.
A/N: I know I just finished my other story a couple of days ago but this was an
idea I had a while back while I was writing 'Return of the Super Saiyans'. NO this is not
a sequel and NO you do not have to read the other one to understand this story. This
probably sucks too. So I'm very sorry if you are disappointed. But if you could please
review, I really like to know what people think it gives me inspiration, Thanks!
Change of Heart
Chapter 1: Memories
Gohan awoke in cold sweat. It had been eight months since the Cell Games and
the death of his father that was his fault; and five months since his mother passed away
from grief. Things were different now. Gohan lived alone in his house in the forest. Sure
Bulma had offered to take him in, but he had out rightly refused. He was the reason all
this happened. First toying with Cell until his dad had to step in to save the world, then
not helping his mother in her grief. To say all this was hard on the eleven year old would
be an understatement. But even if someone offered help he would refuse. And no one on
Earth was strong enough to enough to force him to do anything he didn't want too.
After they had summoned the Dragon to bring his Dad back, Goku had told him it
wasn't his fault and he was happy, but still Gohan wanted to take responsibility. Gohan
looked over at the clock by his bed.
'5:06' "May as well, get up." Gohan told himself. The young Saiyan pushed
himself out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast. Or whatever disaster he made that
would turn out to be breakfast. Gohan wasn't exactly the best cook in the world, but he
had made it five months eating his own cooking.
After breakfast Gohan decided he may as well start training. After the recent
events he learned that it better to learn to fight, during peace and be prepared; then to wait
for the battle then try to get ready.
The only thing Gohan had asked from Bulma was a Gravity Room. Bulma was
quite surprised by the request, but oddly enough Vegita told her to give it too him. "He's
a Saiyan he needs to fight." Was the words said in the traditional Vegita growl.
Gohan went to his room to get an extra set of weighted clothing. Sure he was
already wearing close to a 1000lbs but he still wanted more. So he switched gi's for a suit
that weighed about 1300lbs. On his way out he glanced at a picture taken about three
years prior. A picture taken when everyone was happy. He thought about it, it was a
while since he'd even spoken to any of his friends. All were worried about him. But
Gohan didn't really care or feel what they were going though. Gohan could hardly feel
anything anymore. All he knew was pain, physical pain.
Gohan entered the Gravity Room and set it right to 500 times normal gravity. He
could feel the intense pull of the gravity, trying to tear his body apart, but he remained
fixed in place, taunting the forces of nature.
Gohan began shadow boxing, pushups, sit-ups suspended from the ceiling
anything to himself to the breaking point. Gohan wanted to push himself to a point where
he would break. No longer live, just fight. Fight. Funny how times change, when he was
younger he hated fighting, but now he embraced it, it was the only way he felt alive.
Gohan began to power up in the gravity room power up to Super Saiyan. The
floor ripped apart and energy began to burn though the walls.
"Kamehameha!" The blue white beam shot around the room in one direction.
"Kamehameha!" Gohan shot a second one in the opposite direction. The two planet
crushing beams of energy shot around the room and back the 11 year old Saiyan.
"AAAAAA!" Gohan focused his energy and cancelled out the two beams of
energy without raising a finger. After several hours of intense training Gohan collapsed
on the floor.
550 times normal gravity and rising. Before Gohan gave out he set the gravity
machine to raise the gravity by five at random intervals. The young Saiyan drifted off
towards the darkness.
Meanwhile light years away and across the borders of time and space…
A young girl ran though a raging storm. The horrible weather had almost
completely blinded her, but still she kept running. Her friends her only friends had just
died and left her alone. They died fighting a battle that should have been hers and now it
was her fault they were dead. Now the evil that had taken her friends away was after her
too. So she had to keep running, she just had too.
She wouldn't let it catch her, it couldn't catch her, not again. A darkness chased
her, a demon of the past. She felt so alone. So dead inside. The only people who had ever
cared for her taken from her. But she would get revenge, she would get her friends back
and destroy the darkness one last and final time.
She kept running, until she could run no longer and collapsed on the wet, cold
ground. Not caring if she lived or died.
From the shadows…
"Hmm. I could kill her, no I'll let her live but banish her to another time, place,
dimension. That way I can rule supreme and if ever I want my pet back its only a matter
infecting her once more."
The young girl lay on the cold, wet ground not having the strength to move. Then
she can feel darkness closing around her once more. "No Please not again…" she says in
little above a whisper. As the darkness closes around her she sees a figure beckoning her.
A boy glowing pure light, pushing back the darkness. Saving her from the
darkness.
As she falls into total darkness she feels her body being ripped apart by
something…
That's it that chapter 1 of my new story 'Change of Heart'. I know and I'm sorry
you're disappointed, because the story sucked badly. I'm sorry I have never prided
myself at being a good writer, but I keep going and I apologize to anyone who took their
time to read my bad work. Sorry. Maybe if its not too much trouble to ask, you could
review this story I like to know what people think, Thanks!
of their respective companies. I think its Toei, I'm not sure but I do know neither belong
to me. If this fic resembles other it is completely by accident, I do not wish to copy what
others have written. I'm rather new at this so I'm not sure how good this is, but I would
appreciate it if you would review, Thanks! And if you could give me advice or just what
you think I'd like that too. My e-mail address is sayinjin_j7@yahoo.com.
A/N: I know I just finished my other story a couple of days ago but this was an
idea I had a while back while I was writing 'Return of the Super Saiyans'. NO this is not
a sequel and NO you do not have to read the other one to understand this story. This
probably sucks too. So I'm very sorry if you are disappointed. But if you could please
review, I really like to know what people think it gives me inspiration, Thanks!
Change of Heart
Chapter 1: Memories
Gohan awoke in cold sweat. It had been eight months since the Cell Games and
the death of his father that was his fault; and five months since his mother passed away
from grief. Things were different now. Gohan lived alone in his house in the forest. Sure
Bulma had offered to take him in, but he had out rightly refused. He was the reason all
this happened. First toying with Cell until his dad had to step in to save the world, then
not helping his mother in her grief. To say all this was hard on the eleven year old would
be an understatement. But even if someone offered help he would refuse. And no one on
Earth was strong enough to enough to force him to do anything he didn't want too.
After they had summoned the Dragon to bring his Dad back, Goku had told him it
wasn't his fault and he was happy, but still Gohan wanted to take responsibility. Gohan
looked over at the clock by his bed.
'5:06' "May as well, get up." Gohan told himself. The young Saiyan pushed
himself out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast. Or whatever disaster he made that
would turn out to be breakfast. Gohan wasn't exactly the best cook in the world, but he
had made it five months eating his own cooking.
After breakfast Gohan decided he may as well start training. After the recent
events he learned that it better to learn to fight, during peace and be prepared; then to wait
for the battle then try to get ready.
The only thing Gohan had asked from Bulma was a Gravity Room. Bulma was
quite surprised by the request, but oddly enough Vegita told her to give it too him. "He's
a Saiyan he needs to fight." Was the words said in the traditional Vegita growl.
Gohan went to his room to get an extra set of weighted clothing. Sure he was
already wearing close to a 1000lbs but he still wanted more. So he switched gi's for a suit
that weighed about 1300lbs. On his way out he glanced at a picture taken about three
years prior. A picture taken when everyone was happy. He thought about it, it was a
while since he'd even spoken to any of his friends. All were worried about him. But
Gohan didn't really care or feel what they were going though. Gohan could hardly feel
anything anymore. All he knew was pain, physical pain.
Gohan entered the Gravity Room and set it right to 500 times normal gravity. He
could feel the intense pull of the gravity, trying to tear his body apart, but he remained
fixed in place, taunting the forces of nature.
Gohan began shadow boxing, pushups, sit-ups suspended from the ceiling
anything to himself to the breaking point. Gohan wanted to push himself to a point where
he would break. No longer live, just fight. Fight. Funny how times change, when he was
younger he hated fighting, but now he embraced it, it was the only way he felt alive.
Gohan began to power up in the gravity room power up to Super Saiyan. The
floor ripped apart and energy began to burn though the walls.
"Kamehameha!" The blue white beam shot around the room in one direction.
"Kamehameha!" Gohan shot a second one in the opposite direction. The two planet
crushing beams of energy shot around the room and back the 11 year old Saiyan.
"AAAAAA!" Gohan focused his energy and cancelled out the two beams of
energy without raising a finger. After several hours of intense training Gohan collapsed
on the floor.
550 times normal gravity and rising. Before Gohan gave out he set the gravity
machine to raise the gravity by five at random intervals. The young Saiyan drifted off
towards the darkness.
Meanwhile light years away and across the borders of time and space…
A young girl ran though a raging storm. The horrible weather had almost
completely blinded her, but still she kept running. Her friends her only friends had just
died and left her alone. They died fighting a battle that should have been hers and now it
was her fault they were dead. Now the evil that had taken her friends away was after her
too. So she had to keep running, she just had too.
She wouldn't let it catch her, it couldn't catch her, not again. A darkness chased
her, a demon of the past. She felt so alone. So dead inside. The only people who had ever
cared for her taken from her. But she would get revenge, she would get her friends back
and destroy the darkness one last and final time.
She kept running, until she could run no longer and collapsed on the wet, cold
ground. Not caring if she lived or died.
From the shadows…
"Hmm. I could kill her, no I'll let her live but banish her to another time, place,
dimension. That way I can rule supreme and if ever I want my pet back its only a matter
infecting her once more."
The young girl lay on the cold, wet ground not having the strength to move. Then
she can feel darkness closing around her once more. "No Please not again…" she says in
little above a whisper. As the darkness closes around her she sees a figure beckoning her.
A boy glowing pure light, pushing back the darkness. Saving her from the
darkness.
As she falls into total darkness she feels her body being ripped apart by
something…
That's it that chapter 1 of my new story 'Change of Heart'. I know and I'm sorry
you're disappointed, because the story sucked badly. I'm sorry I have never prided
myself at being a good writer, but I keep going and I apologize to anyone who took their
time to read my bad work. Sorry. Maybe if its not too much trouble to ask, you could
review this story I like to know what people think, Thanks!