Author's note:
Hi! It's Dum DeeDee with her very first Fanfiction on FF.net! Please be mild with little ol' me, okay? MCCH sort of warned me from Shonen-Ai haters (like herself, but I'm positive I can change that) and that some people like to flame first-time writers. Okay, I'm not a first-time writer, but it's the first story I'm posting up onto the Internet. AAH! It's MCCH with the frying pan!! I'm STARTIIING!!
Beta-readers note:
Right… I HAVE to read this for Dum DeeDee's sake… --° Yep, it's MCCH, the actually sworn G/CC fan. I'm actually the only one she knows until now here on FF.net AND in Böblingen. Well, I hope you like it and that I got rid of the most spelling and grammar mistakes. Happy reading!
Warnings: All Shonen-Ai haters, TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW AND GO BACK! Furthermore: Slight A/U. Starts off after Yamcha, Krillin, Tien and Chao-zu reach a small village that is threatened by a volcano while training. This happens shortly after Piccolo Daimaou is killed. But I set it a year later, so that Gokou is sixteen and he knows about his Saiyajin heritage. I asked MCCH if I could use her Genzo (Element) schools and Gokou is a student of the Hi-to (Fire tower), that's why he's resistant towards fire.
Rating: I'll try to keep it at PG-13.
Pairings: Gokou/Bulma & Gokou/Yamcha (Yeah, I know… Gokou is actually spelled Goku, MCCH killed me for that already, but I got used to writing it like that!)
Dedication: Who knows if she is going to read this, but this story is dedicated to my first friend down here in this stupid town called Böblingen, since I moved here not too long ago. She also introduced me to FF.net, saying even if I'm a Shonen-Ai fan, talent can't be wasted. I mean Mirai Cc Hinoko!! I want to say thank you that you actually beta-read and help me here, even if you're not a Shonen-Ai fan!
Just another love-spell
Chapter I: My guardian angel
The sun stood high above the earth, indicating that it was around noon at the time. It's light brightened the mood of the already happy village near the volcano, that was honoring a creature that, so they say, is the spirit of the volcano.
Krillin had gotten quite drunk during their short stay in the village, but the short teen still had managed to defeat the strongest of the village. He and his friends enjoyed themselves, since the people of the village had welcomed them with open arms, but Chao-zu was nervous. Tien noticed this: "What's wrong?"
"The volcano… it's… about to erupt!", called the small boy. (DD/N: Is he actually a boy or a teen??? Or is he something else?? I don't know!)
"Are you sure?", his friend asked, now slightly disturbed by the fact that they were all in great danger.
The ground suddenly started to shake, smoke rose towards the blue sky and the statue of the spirit of the volcano dropped onto it's side, nearly burying Krillin and a girl his age beneath it. The midget stopped the statue from squishing him and the girl and looked over to her: "Everything okay, Minto?" (DD/N: Minto really is the name of the girl, I didn't make it up.)
The young girl nodded and scrambled away from him, allowing him to drop the stone figure to the ground. Lava flowed out of the mountain and Yamcha and Tien ran, or in Chao-zu's case flew, towards it, determined to stop the lava from reaching the village, knowing that their friend Gokou, wherever he was, would have done the same. Krillin didn't think long and followed them: "Wait for me!"
They rushed through the forest below the volcano, ignoring the small branches slapping onto their skin and sometimes causing small cuts to form in their flesh. The four teens landed on a rock slightly below the top and stared at the fiery element intently.
Krillin turned his gaze ever so slightly towards Tenshinhan and Yamcha: "So now what?"
Yamcha drifted off the ground and started to float: "I'll try to close it, while you keep the lava away from the village."
Tenshinhan was surprised by Yamcha's sudden bravery, but guessed that the man didn't want to be in the shadow of his best friend anymore. The tree-eyed man understood this fully, he too had the same goal as Yamcha and nodded: "But watch it. You're not immortal."
Yamcha grinned: "I know.", with that he flew off towards the opening of the danger.
He hovered a few meters above, staring at the burning red fluid and puzzled how he should seal the problem. He didn't see a stone coming at him and so, it hit him square in the head, rendering him unconscious.
Krillin fired another Kamehame-ha at their natural attacker and took a look towards the peak of the volcano and gasped: "YAMCHA!!"
The elder man was falling from the sky, right into the volcano and none of them was close enough to get there in time. But all of them still tried, hoping dearly that the other would awake before he would be turned into grilled meat.
Suddenly Krillin stopped in the middle of the air as a white shimmering feather drifted by him. It was unbelievably large to be the feather of a bird and as he lifted his hand to touch it, it turned into silvery strings that finally disappeared into nothingness. The midget was puzzled. He had clearly seen the feather drifting towards him, but the moment it had touched his skin, it was nothing more than air. A silent rustling came from above him and he looked up. He gasped.
There stood a creature he had never expected to see in his entire life. White shimmering feathers covered the large pair of wings that threw their shadow onto him and the person carrying them was not less beautiful. She was very tiny, white gloves covered her strong, but still delicate hands and her body was totally covered in white. Krillin saw a hint of black above from all white. The angel's hair was wild and black, not like he had expected, blond and straight.
The angel spread her wings and with one swift and elegant movement, she was flying towards the volcano. Krillin hadn't acknowledged that his staring had only taken less than a second and that Yamcha was still nearing death. The midget shook his head and blinked. Was he truly seeing this? Was this woman a guardian angel, Yamcha's guardian angel, ready to protect him from harm?
The winged savior pulled her wings tightly towards her body, making her fall downwards quickly and catch up with Yamcha, who she caught effortlessly.
Yamcha heard the rustling of wings and opened his eyes. Pure black stared at him and he felt wide-awake again. Where was he? What had happened? Was he dead and now staring into deaths eyes?
But those eyes… they weren't cruel or cold. They were warm, welcoming and full of care. Slowly the man felt a pain throbbing in the back of his head and fell unconscious again, not seeing the face of his savior.
Krillin was still staring at the angel, who was know carrying one of his best friends downwards onto the rock they had stood a few moments ago. Yamcha was unconscious, but Krillin didn't fear any longer, his friend was safe and that was what mattered. Still he had yet to see the face of the angel and he saw it when she turned around. Or rather… when HE turned around.
The angel Krillin had thought to be a woman turned out to be a man who was only as small as a woman, but not as built as one. Krillin gave himself a second thought. The angel looked young, maybe even younger than himself and rather dark. His eyes were jet-black and seemed to be endless and his hair was just as black as his eyes. A few spikes hung into his face and the rest stood off wildly. His face was hard and concentrated, showing no sign of emotion. A long and nearly elegant neck followed and his clothes were on the side of a battle uniform than an angelic long toga or something similar. The young angel had a well-defined and compact body, which was most probably the reason why Krillin had mistaken him for a girl. If he hadn't seen the angel carry Yamcha with so little effort, he would have said he was weak.
The angel spread his wings and again with so much elegance that his every movement seemed like a part of an beautiful dance. He was back in the air and flew closely above the ground and landed near the still flowing fire.
Tenshinhan and Chao-zu floated next to Krillin and asked: "Who is he?"
"I don't know…", Krillin answered truthfully: "I only know that he isn't a real angel."
They watched the unknown man closely as he stood his ground and lowered his hands so that one was on about the height of his hip and the other slightly below his chest. His palms were facing each other and he closed his eyes. Slowly a red glow emitted from him, making him look less and less like an angel and his wild hair started to move along with the power of his energy. A small red orb formed in the gap between his hands and Tenshinhan looked closer. It wasn't just a red orb of energy… it was fire. A ball of fire.
They could hear the young man mumble some words in a language they couldn't understand and the fire he had created took the form of a David star. The man opened his eyes. And revealed emerald green instead of black. He spoke louder and the louder he spoke, it seemed that the lava slowed down more.
Only now Chao-zu could recognize the language. It was old and the language of a race he had thought to be extinct:
"Iesoyô! Er fivà eda-kaee cou dièsh, uereâ-t tugn. Huej ue, cou phê, yugh-yh ue cou estnichùp. Er fivà eda-kaee cou dièsh, ey ieestb sh ue tâey. Cou ed lyp ue, ey ieestb, ue ed lyp cou, ue ieestb. Cou beryt ue, ue erèy er cou tugn. Cou ed lyp ue, ey ieestb, ue ed lyp cou, ue ieestb. Ua yâ cou ù-el ue noêvê cou. Asnèrb ùkpo cou, ue ieestb. Asnèrb à-lysh. Asnèrb eriw." (Listen! In this mountain you slept, flowing fire. Hear me, your son, present me your attention. In this mountain you slept, oh mother of my soul. You don't fear me, oh mother, so I will not fear you, my mother. You have created me, I was born in your fire. You don't fear me, oh mother, so I will not fear you, my mother. Now it is your power I use against yourself. Nobody will harm you, my mother. Nobody will suffer. Nobody will weep.)
Chao-zu stared at the man: "Krillin… you were right! He isn't an angel! He's a Saiyajin!"
"A… what?", Krillin asked, puzzled. He had never heard of Saiyajins before.
Before Chao-zu could answer, their attention went back to the Saiyajin. The lava had backed away, back into the volcano. Only a small puddle remained. Suddenly it grew taller, grew head and limbs, finally taking the form of a woman of lava. She floated above the Saiyajin and kissed his forehead, caressing his cheeks softly with her red hands. Chao-zu could just hear what she said, in the exact same language as he had before:
"Ue huej cou dhû, siriar. Ue eria ue ai mor. Asnèrb ukpo ue. Asnèrb à-lysh. Asnèrb eriw. Ue huej cou dhû… ue phê."
(I hear your plea, young one. I will return to my endless slumber. Nobody will do harm. Nobody will suffer. Nobody will weep. I heard your plea… my son.)
The lava-woman floated backwards, back into the volcano and the young Saiyajin with angels wings turned to them: "I have done the least I could do, now I must leave. Shùshùeî, ue kaerquie. (Farewell, my friends.)"
He spread his wings and lifted off the ground, his white feathers floated through the air and were the only thing left that reminded them of the strange angels appearance.
A painful moan made Tenshinhan, Chao-zu und Krillin turn around to face Yamcha, who was trying to get up: "Damn, that hurt!"
The three others just stared at him, of which he took notice quickly: "What?"
Krillin stormed up at the elder man and grabbed him by his collar: "You didn't tell me that you had a guardian angel!!!"
Yamcha blinked: "Excuse me?"
Chao-zu landed on his feet and looked at Krillin: "Krillin, that wasn't an angel! I told you before, he was a Saiyajin!"
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me what that was either!"
The man in Krillin's grip tore himself loose and stood: "I would also like to know what's going on here!"
The others fell silent and looked at the peeved Yamcha. Tenshinhan decided that he should explain: "You got hit and nearly fell into the volcano. We all couldn't get there on time…"
"So, you're telling me I'm a ghost?", Yamcha asked rather annoyed.
"No… a boy came up, maybe around fifteen and… well… he had wings. At first we all thought we were seeing things, then we thought it was an angel (Krillin blushes and mutters: "I thought it was a girl…"), when Chao-zu noticed that the angel was a Saiyajin.", Tenshinhan told his younger friend.
The black haired man stared: "A… what?"
"A Saiyajin. Saiyajins are meant to be extinct, but it seems that there are some left. According to the stories told about them, they all have black hair and eyes, making them easy to recognize. I think the Saiyajin that saved you was a fire-elemental, since he could control the lava and push it back without energy, but with a sort of spell.", Chao-zu explained and floated upwards again, gaining eyelevel with Yamcha, who looked at them: "Well… whatever he (his eyes fall onto the blushing Krillin, who is still muttering about the angel being a man, not a woman) is, he got here on time and…", suddenly he blushed even an even more worse shade of red than Krillin. He remembered the moment he had seen into the eyes of his savior.
Tenshinhan frowned: "What's up with you two? You could make a tomato envy you for your color if you keep that up!"
Krillin coughed: "I feel really embarrassed for thinking that HE was a SHE."
"You…", Tenshinhan burst out laughing and looked at the younger: "You thought really that he was a girl?!"
"Well, he was puny as one! And angels normally are girls! I don't know whoever saw a masculine angel before and you surely also not!", Krillin spat angrily, but still blushing at his 'small' mistake. This time it was Tenshinhan's turn to laugh, but he kept on laughing.
Yamcha joined in the laughter, but he didn't forget those endless black eyes.
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"Kami-samaaaaaaaa…"
Kami-sama sighed. Gokou was driving him up the wall today with his constant whining, begging and pleading. He turned towards Popo: "Popo… check and see what Gokou wants now."
"Yes, Kami-sama.", Popo rushed out and just saw how a young teen with angel's wings landed on the lookout.
The teen was around 5'7'', Popo had measured that just in the morning, but still the young man looked very small. But Popo knew better than to underestimate him: "Gokou, Kami-sama like to know why you whine."
"I'm not whining, Popo-sensei, I just don't like to have a few pounds more just because I have to carry some stupid pair of wings to look like a god-sent!", the teen answered and something behind him slashed angrily from one side to the other, indicating that it's owner was rather peeved.
Popo sighed: "Alright, Popo get Kami-sama to take wings off.", he turned and nearly ran into a tall figure.
"No need, Popo. I'm here. Well Gokou… did it work the way it should?", Kami-sama asked, leaning himself onto his walking-stick.
No doubt, it was Gokou. It was his hair, his tail… but definitely not his height and built. Little Gokou had been rather on the chubby side, but now he was slim, not skinny though and you could see that he had some muscles, even if they were quite compact. Little Gokou also had innocent and naïve eyes, giving him a cute look and this young man surely didn't. His eyes were dark, maybe because his hair hung deeply into his face, throwing shadows along his features, but he when he lifted his eyes too gaze at Kami-sama, he looked like a grown, dark and sexy young man. Nobody would have guessed that he was only 'sweet' sixteen.
Kami-sama shuddered a little, seeing the angry and dark look Gokou gave him: "Alright, alright! I'll get rid of them!", the god lifted his hand, facing Gokou and it glowed.
Gokou felt how the weight was taken off his back and after it all had gone, he felt rather relieved: "Thank you, Kami-sama."
"No need to thank me in words, Gokou…"
Gokou's look fell even more: "Let me guess… 'If you want to show your gratitude, start meditating.', right?"
"Exactly.", came the reply.
Our sixteen-year-old hero sighed in defeat and slumped onto the ground, starting off where he had left off before he had left the lookout for some 'business'.
Dum DeeDee: "Hello there!! I finally found a place to cut the chapter! It just took me two days to start this, but believe me guys, for the next chapters I MIGHT take longer. Let's just see how MCCH copes with me writing on her PC (since mine doesn't work yet). I mean… she has a schedule, I have a schedule and we don't have the same ones!"
CC: "OH MY GOD, DEEDEE, LOOK DOWN THERE!!! *points at something beneath them*"
DDD: "Wha… OH. MY. GOD… CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!!! Look down there!!! Can you see it?! IT'S A BUTTON!!! CC, GET THE CAMERA!!!"
CC: "*runs*"
DDD: "How did it GET there?! My god… I would love to know what it does, don't you? It writes: 'Submit review'. What does that MEAN?!… It means REVIEW ME!!!!"
Buh-huy,
Melli