Phoenix Fire
Chapter 1
This is basically my version of the Buu saga, starting when Buu comes out of the Room of Spirit and Time. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. If I did, I wouldn't be going to community college, now would I?
Buu slithered in the air over what remained of the Z warriors, falling in a puddle to the ground. Bulma and the others watched in horror as he flowed upward and resumed his normal shape. He favored them with an evil grin and licked his lips.
"I'm lucky", he chuckled. "Hungry, too. What should I eat…?"
"Oh, God!" Yamcha cried. "Not that!" Buu tipped his antenna forward…
Suddenly, a bright star-like fire washed over him, consuming him in an instant. Confused, the gang spun around to see a woman with hair the color of fresh-spilled blood and flame-laced green eyes. Her outstretched hand glowed a pale red.
"What…who the hell…?" #18 couldn't seem to settle on a question. The woman smiled and made a mocking bow toward the gang.
"It is an honor," she said in a low voice, "to meet the infamous warriors who have saved this world so many times."
No one seemed to know what to say to that. Finally Master Roshi stepped forward. "You seem to know us, but who the heck're you?"
The woman only grinned wider. "You mean in all the time you've known him, he's never said a word? Nothing about the blood-oath he took to see me to the grave or die trying? Nothing about Alissa?"
"Huh?" Bulma was pretty much dumbfounded. Who was this nut talking about? Surly not Goku?
The redhead laughed. "Ah, well. I didn't come to talk anyway. I came to kill. It's what I do, you see." With that the woman hurled a reddish-white line of fire toward them. The gang tried to dodge but it was so fast and unexpected. Just before it hit…
Yet another fire appeared, but it was behind the woman, and rushed like a wave toward her. Preoccupied, she didn't notice it, and she was enveloped in a flame so bright it was hard to tell if it even had a color. Injured but not out, the woman turned to find none other than Vegeta, hand outstretched, wearing black pants, shirt, and shoes, and accompanied by a young woman with striking green hair and red eyes. She held a key-like staff.
Bulma and the others gaped. What the hell… hadn't Goku said that Vegeta had died fighting Buu?
The redhead wasn't happy with this. She rushed toward Vegeta, but he sidestepped her easily. Grabbing her arm, he flung her to the ground. The green-haired woman pointed the tip of her staff at the redhead's chest, keeping her down. The redhead sneered.
"You," she growled. "You're not supposed to be here!"
"Neither are you," relied the other woman. Vegeta gazed at the downed woman, seeming bored.
The redhead leaped up and lunged again at Vegeta, but he simply grabbed her again and held her. She tried to hit him with her free hand, and he grabbed that one too. He planted a knee right square in her stomach and she doubled over. Clutching her stomach with one hand, she backed away a bit, then flung a ball of white fire at Vegeta. The flame came near, then dissolved into nothing. Vegeta hadn't moved.
Bulma and the others watched this in a kind of awe. Since when did Vegeta have this power?
Seeming at a loss, the redhead backed up further. She looked from Vegeta to the other woman. Neither looked concerned, or even interested. The redhead caught her breath, then straightened. She held up her hands and they shimmered with red-orange flame.
"Look out!" Bulma cried. She might have gone to Vegeta, but Yamcha held her back.
The green-haired woman lifted her staff as if to attack, but Vegeta glanced over at her; she hesitated then backed away. Apparently he didn't want any help with this one.
The redhead blasted him, or tried to, anyway. He held out one hand and countered her blast with his own. Neither gave much. Smirking, the redhead increased her blast. So did Vegeta. The redhead seemed strained. She increased her power yet again.
Vegeta had had enough. He braced himself, then increased his flame until it was just short of plasma. The ground at his feet melted and fused. The air around him shook with a small clap of thunder. Behind him, the green-haired woman put up a shield to protect Bulma and the others, who were watching with mouths open.
Finally, the redhead was overcome. Right before she was hit, she teleported behind Vegeta. He turned to face her almost before she reappeared.
Bulma looked at him and blanched. Vegeta's eyes were filled with fire. Small flames flickered over his skin like dying solar prominences, turning from white to orange-red. He looked…transfigured.
The redhead stood, hunched over. She looked up and started to lift a hand. Suddenly she froze and levitated a few inches off the ground. Vegeta's doing.
She glared at him. "You can't kill me! I'm your mother, for God's sake!"
"What?" Bulma gasped.
Vegeta just laughed. "My mother? She's just a madwoman now. Worse than dead. I'll be doing a favor by killing you."
The redhead shrieked something unintelligible, but Vegeta paid her no mind. He folded his arms and focused on her. Slowly, the woman became aware that he was doing something, and she held up a hand.
It was disintegrating.
The redhead screamed. The disintegration sped up, consuming her arms. The rest of her was simply being flayed, the skin peeling off in slow motion. Horrified, Bulma looked away.
Vegeta quickly grew bored again. He struck the redhead hard, taking her apart to the subatomic level. She was gone.