Dragonball AG: After Goku.

Prologue

Hello to anyone reading. Although not my first DBZ fanfic, it's my first on this account. Let's just say the last one was less than successful. Any additional information on this story can be found posted on my profile. Hope you all enjoy this.

"DBAG" - Speaking

'DBAG' - Thinking/Telepathy

"DBAG" - Outside source e.g. intercom

"DBAG" - Speaking, added for effect of powerful attack/character/exclamation

The sky. The vicious, loathsome, sky. It was as brown as the dirt below it, it enveloped you, it consumed you. As soon as your feet touched down on this wicked place, as soon as your eyes looked up at this vault, it became a part of your very existence, haunting you for all eternity. In the sky there was countless numbers of menacing, dull clouds. They looked ready to implode from within themselves at a single moment's notice. There was something about them, the way they almost bubbled through the sky, that made them look as if their contents were something far more sinister than rain.

As if on cue, huge crimson bolts of lighting shot out from the clouds, whipping through the air as they hit the ground shrieking like klaxons to anyone who could hear them. They cut up the charcoal-like substance the ground was made of instantly, scattering random chunks out everywhere. The cracks that were made opened up to reveal lava within them, which shot up here and there. Wherever it splashed, it burnt away completely at the ground, filling the ground with aimless holes nearly 5 feet in depth, destroying the minuscule chances the area had of plant life growing.

Even more deadlier than this place was its occupants. Creatures and demons, vile to the core resided here in countless numbers. Each of them had the same generic purpose, one which filled their thoughts constantly in their sleepless existence.

Death.

Destruction.

Agony.

Sin.

Their battle cries echoed throughout the land, they were always moving without purpose, just never stopping, always wanting something to destroy, something to break. They constantly tried to find some escape to a place filled of anything pleasant, simply so they could make it like their own homelands. The place was none other than the land of the Damned, Hell. The Hell which you believe exists, the Home for Infinite Losers as it is known, is a walk in the park compared to this real inferno. Any mortal being, be it a new born child or a wise spirit, could go insane simply with a glance at this horror.

The brown dirt was the same nearly all around, full of creatures constantly moving with the same charcoal ground, except for one spot. It was in the very centre of this wicked place, the only sort of building or structure this literal hellhole had. Steps, nearly 10 metres in width which carried on, further and further into the air which grew smaller with each higher altitude. They seemed to go on for miles. The steps were made of the same charcoal-like material as the ground, looking impenetrable. At the very top of these steps was a blood red platform. On this platform, there was a throne. The throne was a dark, murky, golden colour, shining brightly like it was a sun of this dimension. On closer inspection, it appeared to be made of skulls of all different shapes and sizes, some having jewels encrusted into them in places without any sort of pattern. There was something about this throne though, something which drew you to it. You knew you shouldn't be looking at the throne, but you just couldn't help it. It hypnotized you, keeping yours eyes on it no matter what you did. Looking at it was like a nightmare, but one which you did not want to wake from.

Worse than the throne though was the abomination sitting on it. He sat there, watching this dimension, ruling it with his wrathful iron fist. He alone controlled the creatures, he alone was the being which controlled their existence and that of Hell. There were many names for this demon, all throughout time. Different cultures, different religions, different galaxies, all having their own tabooed names for him, but few knew his true appellation. He himself preferred it, no one was worthy of his name, no one was worthy of his presence. He is however most commonly known by three names. The Lord of darkness. The Emperor of Hell. The Devil.

He had lived in this wretched place since the dawn of time, when the Kai's themselves helped created life. He was their complete opposite, the darkness to their light, the evil to their good. He had one true calling, one purpose, which was to oversee the destruction of everything and everyone in existence. The only fate they deserved was constant agony, and until he could deliver this he would never be content. He had grown weary of this place a long time ago, and wanted out.

His true physical form was inaccessible, denied to him by an ancient magic of the Kai's to stop his first revolution. This was when he had first been placed in Hell, when he and his minions had attempted to seize control of all reality. It was only through sheer luck that he had been stopped, something which and the Lord of darkness resented this fact with each thought he had. Right now he was only a shadow, nothing more than a black humanoid shape with red menacing eyes. His power was a fraction of what it could and would be. He had spent the last thousands of years devising a plan of escape, and had made a breakthrough only a few decades earlier.

He needed a being whose power was unchallenged, its own evil constantly fueling its quest for blood-lust. He then needed that creature to be killed somehow, and when this happened, he could capture its very essence on its spirit's travel between the mortal realm and the afterlife. Many creatures seemed to have almost fit the description, but none were made of sufficient negative energy. This evil power could then be used as a trade for his and his minions own occupation of Hell. This creature was act as a link between Hell and reality, and right now, the ruler of Hell was currently licking his lips in anticipation as he had just sensed such a creature.

Strangely enough, this being was currently in a galaxy where the Lord of Darkness had sensed a lot of high energies fluctuating these past few years. In the short space of 50 years, they had went from a normal planet of civilians to one occupying some of the strongest energies in the universe, perhaps the strongest beside the Emperor of Hell's own power. . The Devil had a slight feeling this planet would have been the one where his release would come from, but not so soon. He had sensed the continuous growth of negative energy on that planet, no doubt due to a power which was simply too big for their inferior mental capacities to handle.

Gripping the handles of his golden throne tightly, the Lord of Darkness sensed the battle in which this creature was now in. After about half an hour, he finally sensed another power swell up, even more magnificent that the one before it. However, this being felt too good for the ruler of Hell to use as a means for escape. It wasn't long before it actually dropped down again to nothing, the Devil's energy flashing menacingly at this. A small black shock-wave let itself out as he cursed his own luck, killing any demons within a 5 miles radius of him.

Barely a few minutes after though, good energy seemed to wash over the Devil from the same place as where the powerful being was. It disgusted him to no end, a subconscious shiver making its way across the rule of Hell's spine as he sensed it. He had thought it would have taken nearly a few 100 years before he may have actually free, but there was a chance that his escape would be today! Suddenly, he felt the two almighty powers clash in a stalemate. It took barely a moment later for the positive energy to swell all over the negative energy being, ending his life in the Mortal realm.

The Devil suddenly stood up, and a deep, booming voice from nowhere began to laugh. It seemed to come from the Lord of darkness, but there was no visible mouth on him to distinguish this. He raised both his black skinned arms in front of him, both his palms facing each other. A sudden small black sphere of energy appeared, crimson lightning crackling around it. His own terrific red eyes widening, he threw the sphere of black energy out, where it flew through the air before stopping in the sky. It suddenly exploded, covering Hell in a bright light. When it died down, there was now something in place of the sphere. A huge wormhole, constantly swirling like a tornado in the vicious, loathsome sky.

At last! The booming voice echoed throughout Hell. The time has come my children. We shall escape this prison, and make every creature in existence pay for what the Kais did to us all.


'You'll have to do better than that!' Trunks heard his opponent's voice taunt as he slammed into the ground. Blood gathered in his mouth before he could do anything about it, causing the Saiyan hybrid to cough and choke. He spat slightly on the luscious green he was lying on before making his way back to his feet. His clothes were ripped to shreds, his black tank top nearly completely ripped to shreds exposing his chiseled torso and his trousers also ripped in many places. Trunks himself looked liked he had seen better days. His left eye was swollen closed, and there was a nasty cut just above it bleeding slightly. There were many marks on his right arm, and his torso was littered with bruises. He could feel another one growing already from where his opponent had just hit him. His lavender hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, the hybrid flicking his head to get it out of the line of vision of his only working eye.

He was in the forest of Mount Paoz, currently sparring some distance away from the Son residence with his best friend and current opponent, Goten. The trees around them seemed now to be completely bare from the force of the two's attacks, and small shock-waves seem to lash out with every resounding blow the two had been landing. It was a clash of titans too many across the universe, but to these two mighty warriors it was nothing more than catching up.

"Feel like giving up yet bro'?" Trunks heard his friend ask with a chuckle. He looked up at the youngest member of the Son family, looking at the sheepish grin on Goten's face which was the same as his own brother's and fathers. He was wearing a plain orange GI, his feet bare and a blue sach holding up the outfit. Right now, Goten was transformed, his normally black hair defying gravity and golden in colour. His eyes, usually onyx were now a magnificent teal green colour. He was in his ascended Super Saiyan state, also known as Super Saiyan 2.

It had been five years since Goku had left on the back of Shenron. Since then, there had been no sign of the pint sized hero, but life had to go on for the Z fighters regardless of the voids he had left in many of the gang's hearts. The dragonballs had disappeared from sight along with the Saiyan and the mystical dragon, the negative energy which had been let loose from them causing the creation of the negative dragons, and the Z fighters now knew that they were better off without the magical spheres. Though most prayed for the return of Goku, no signs came. This had inspired many of the Z fighters to resume their training, as now they knew they didn't have their leader to turn to.

Soon after the events of the negative dragons, Goten and Trunks had set out at least 3 days a week where they would train together so that their power could constantly be growing. The two had grown closer than ever, and in the third year of Goku's disappearance the two had both reached the ascended Super Saiyan level. They were stronger than ever now, equal enough in strength, but Trunks still had a very small edge power wise. Goten however proved this to be irrelevant many times in the course of the fiver years they had resumed their training.

"No chance!" Trunks declared, before beginning to power up. No yell came from his mouth as he two reached the second level of Super Saiyan, his power increasing enormously. A golden aura appeared around the hybrid, with random bolts of lightning making their way across and around his body.

"That's what I like to hear!" Goten exclaimed, his own golden aura making itself known. The two hybrids yelled as they charged at each other, and seconds later more shock-waves bounced around the forest, scattering the animals around it and stripping more trees of their leaves. The shock-waves carried themselves all the way throughout the forest and too the only house for miles around the place, the residence of the Son family.

"Darn it!" Chichi cursed as another shock-wave went through the house, causing her to drop a plate. "That's the third time in the past hour those boys have made me drop a plate with one of their silly fights!" The wife of Goku was in one of her traditional dresses, blue in colour. In the five years that Goku had left, she had barely changed at all, aside from an odd gray hair on her head. She had been lonely in the years since her husband had gone off with Shenron, but she had chugged on through the help of her friends and family.

"Typical Saiyans," said Videl, currently sitting beside the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand. The wife of Gohan looked quite the similar since the appearance of the negative dragons, aside from looking slightly older. She was wearing a casual black suit.

"No, that would be letting them off too easily. Typical men more like it," she replied before chuckling.

"Yeah that's for sure," Videl said, before looking down annoyingly at her watch. "Where is that girl? It amazes me that she can fly, but she's late to everywhere she goes."

"Oh, leave her alone," Chichi smirked. "You know what its like to be young and in love."

"Still," the wife of Gohan side. "You think Takk would have things to do himself. Ever since Majuub introduced her to that brother of his it's all she can think about. He's a nice boy though."

Just then, the two Son women heard the front door being opened. When they looked, they saw it was none other than their granddaughter and daughter, Son Pan. The teenage hybrid had changed a lot in these last five years. Before Goku left, she perhaps looked a little immature for her age. Now however, she had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her hair had grown to just below her neck, and she had long discarded her orange bandanna. She was wearing the casual attire of jeans and a white t-shirt.

"Hi," the young hybrid said as she walked into the kitchen, a sheepish grin appearing on her face knowing that she was late.

"And what time do you call this young lady? You were supposed to be here an hour ago," Videl scolded her.

"You're in trouble! You're in trouble!" an orange blur chanted at Pan as it came flying into the kitchen, circling around her for a few seconds before Pan screamed.

"Aw shut up you little twerp!" she shouted at the blur, which finally reached a standstill. The young boy in front of her now laughed mischievously. He was Pan's four year old brother, and his name was Menden. He looked quite like Gohan, but it was still evident that he was a Satan. His hair was short for a Saiyan's, not unlike his father's spikes. His bangs however dropped more. He was wearing a pair of dark shorts and an orange t-shirt. The Demi-Saiyan was more hyper than Goten and Trunks were at his age, and even stronger. Although over 10 years of difference in their age, Pan barely had it in her to be able to defeat the boy in a fight. Although never trained, he was flying before he was walking, and for some strange reason, his own maximum speed was always attainable to him no matter what his power was like. He had started training with Pan and his father only two months ago when he turned four, and although his power was high, his skills needed a lot of work.

"Pan! That's no way to talk to your brother, especially after being tardy!"

"I'm sorry mom. It's just that Takk found this really cool meadow up in the mountains and-" she began, but a hand raised by her mother cut her off.

"-And you lost track of time. Yeah I've heard it all before," she continued, rolling her eyes. A very small smirk appeared on Videl's face, and Pan inwardly knew she was off the hook. "Your as bad as your father."

"Enough you two," Chichi chuckled. "So go on Pan, tell us about this meadow..."

"Sir, please tell us again about the time you stopped that plane from crashing into North city," an ever eager youngster asked as the teacher wrote equations on the white-board.

With a sigh, Son Gohan turned around. He looked at the student in question, longish brown hair with a black cap on top of it flipped backwards, and a red shirt with the word 'Saiya' on it. His eyes were filled with the same astonished curiosity that Gohan got as he walked from class to class. Gohan stared hard at the boy, inwardly looking at how unprepared he was for this Advanced Physics class. The boy had obviously taken this because Gohan, or '' as the pupils referred to him, taught it. To be honest, Gohan kind of liked the respect he got in the school, but it still bugged him when he found students just taking this class and wasting their time here.

Although not physically, much had changed for Gohan in the past 5 years since the incident with the Negative Dragons. When his father had left, he had decided that he needed to take training more seriously. Although never able to obtain the powers granted to him from the ancient Supreme Kai, he was now second strongest in the group behind Vegeta. Deciding that he wanted a more relaxed job than scholar, Gohan got a job at Orange Star University, the very place where he had earned his decrees. It took him little over 2 months to gain the qualifications to become a teacher, now teaching all the sciences and philosophy, plus giving lectures on a wider range of topics.

"Another time, I have to finished teaching this to you or not one of you will pass your mid-term," Gohan said with a polite smile, before getting back to his work. Just as he began to start writing again, the bell rang signaling the end of class.

"Okay, read chapter 6 for Monday and we'll get back to this then. Have a good weekend," '' waved them all off as they began leaving. The boys looked at him with clear affection while the girls giggled and winked as they walked past their teacher, causing a blush to raise on the hybrid's cheeks.

'Finally, the weekend...'


"But Daddy!"

"But nothing! You are not going to some club when you are under-age!" Vegeta barked at his daughter. They were in one of Capsule Corp.'s many living rooms, Vegeta currently being made to watch some stupid show by his daughter Bulla about her favourite boy-band. She had casually then asked him could she go out tonight to some night club with friends, but Vegeta was having none of it.

"No one could harm me, I'm stronger than all boys, why not!?" she yelled back, her temper flaring.

"Just because you are stronger does not mean that they cannot outwit you. The males of this planet are perverted and disgusting, and I will not have the Saiyan Prince's daughter associate with them! That is final!" The stare that Vegeta then gave Bulla told her not to breach the subject. However, her eyes glinted as her mother walked in.

"Don't even think about it," Bulma said before Bulla could open her mouth. "I heard everything, your father's right."

Bulla then opened her mouth a few times as if she was about to say something, before finally scowling at the two of them and taking off in the direction of her room muttering angrily to herself.

"Give me a planet of angry Saiyans any-day," Vegeta muttered so low that Bulma could not hear him.

He watched the two golden Saiyans fight furiously, their screams echoing off the trees he was concealed behind. These two were strong no doubt, but nothing that he himself or his superiors could take of them easily. They were weak now after their battles with each other, a great time for him to enter. His master would be pleased when he brought him the head of these two Demi-Saiyans, and anyone who tried to stop him from doing so.

As Goten was busy dodging Trunk's attacks, a sudden feeling of unease washed over him. The energy around him was suddenly cut off, as if it was only him here and nothing else. This sudden lack of focus was something that his opponent did not take notice to, and Trunks quickly smashed his fist into Goten's face, sending him flying across the grass and into a tree, which cracked in two almost immediately after the Son hybrid crashed into it.

"Stop!" Goten called to Trunks as he saw his friend preparing an energy blast in his hands. "Something is wrong here. Don't you sense that?"

It took barely a second after that for Trunks expression to change, suspicion all over his face as he looked around him.

"My my, young Saiyan, you're quite the clever one. It only took you over half an hour to notice me," the two heard a voice say. It had a threatening tone to it, and slightly shrill sounding, but most definitely male.

"Show yourself!" Trunks barked at the forest around him.

"As you wish Saiyan," the voice said. To the front of Goten, a figure suddenly came into view. If Goten had not been looking in that direction, he would not have noticed that the figure had flipped out from the trees. He was covered from head to toe in a black robe, concealing his entire person aside from his sharp grin, gray skin surrounding the mouth. Along the robe there was a red line going down the chest and the outline of its hood.

"Who are you?!" Goten asked the figure.

"Always right to the point," the figure said, but judging from how he looked at the ground it was as if he was talking to himself. "My name is Seide. And I come here for my master, to see what sort of powers reside on this planet were he shall return to this realm. Strong you two may be, but he will be disappointed."

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that!" Goten shouted back.

"I hope my master does not mind that I kill you two now, I just want a little fun," the grin on the hooded figure grew bigger.

"That's what you think! I may not be able to sense your energy, but I'm sure we can handle you!" Trunks called down.

Seide chuckled at this. "My dear boy, you two would not be able to defeat me if you were at full capacity, never-mind now. You are both depleted from your fight, this shall not be a problem for me."

It was now Goten and Trunks turn to grin, as Goten slowly began to float up to the same level as Trunks, Seide doing nothing to stop this. When he reached Trunks, Goten placed a hand behind his sash, pulling out two small beans. Handing one to Trunks, the two of them popped them in their mouths and almost at once the effects could be seen. Bruises began to heal and their power shot right back up, right to the exact same level.

"Ah, those beans will do no good! Though your power may be replenished, it is still no match for my own. You deaths shall come today!" Seide taunted them.

"First things first, why are you here? And who is your master?" Trunks coldly barked at the hooded figure.

"That is none of your concern. Your friends will soon find out though, no doubt those blasted Kais have realized what's going on by now. No matter!" Seide said, throwing his robe off him. He looked almost Namekian, aside there were no markings on his limbs and his skin was Grey instead of green. Besides that though, he had the same sharp face as them and pointed ears. He had no hair, but instead, two thin red lines which started between his eyes and looked to go all the way down to the back of his body. His pupils were red, thin black slits as irises.

"The Lord of Darkness has called upon me to send misery to others and do his bidding, and that is what I shall do!" Seide shouted as he assumed a power up stance. It did not take long for a black aura to shoot up around him, his feet going slightly further in the ground from the weight of his power. As his ki seemed to spread out more, a few nearby trees seemed to wither suddenly.

"You two will die a painful death!" the Demon shouted up, baring his sharp teeth at them once again. His voice seemed to be a little deeper now with this rise in power, and his pupils had swelled up so that they now covered half his eyes.

"That's what you think!" they both simultaneously yelled. The two Demi-Saiyans then moved a bit apart, both assuming a familiar stance. Although their actions were ludicrous, the gracefulness and symmetry between the two was flawless.

"Fu-Sion-HA!"

Goten and Trunks executed the fusion dance, their finger touching just at the right time. A blinding light came from the sky, causing Seide to cover his eyes. After a few moments an enormous power shot up from where the two had come from, and a figure now stood in place of the two. His brow was furrowed, no eyebrows to speak of on his face. His fierce teal green eyes did not once shift as they met Seide's gaze, but the smirk on his face did not match their seriousness. He had long, golden spikes of hair which reached the small of his back. He looked to be about the same age as Goten and Trunks, and he wore a dark blue vest, with yellow padding beside the neck and shoulders. Nothing else covered his torso and so this showed up his perfectly toned muscles. A sash kept up his white, silky pants, he also wore dark shoes and black wristbands. A golden aura stayed perfectly in shape around him, a random bolt of electricity coursing around it randomly.

"Alright!" the figure said in a dual voice, the two Demi-Saiyan's tones coming threw. "Gotenks is in the house!"

Thanks for reading. I would like to put power levels up, but to be honest, they would be on my own scale just to sort of show what stage everyone is at, but I'm undecided yet. If anyone would like to post a review, please tell me what you regarding PLs. And please also tell me what you thought, I'm quite rusty. Thanks again.