A DBZ and Hell girl crossover-

Rated T

in progress...

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The Beginning

In the lowest pits of hell, where bodies of pure evil are prisoned and tortured, lies a cruel alien tyrant, the overlord Freeza.
A monster that took control of alien races, destroyed multiple planets, and enslaved even the strongest of all races, the warrior saiyans, only to murder them off as well. He stood in hell, shackled by his hands and feet to a slab of stone, wanting pure revenge for his demise. How dare those fools destroy him!
Freeza was the ultimate power! Yet he was killed by a low-class saiyan. It was all thanks to that damn Vegeta, because he betrayed him and rebelled.
He wanted to make all the damn saiyan bastards suffer for what they had done to him, but how could he avenge himself? The overlord was forever stuck in hell!
Freeza growled sitting on his slab of stone like it was his new royal throne, and looked around hell. Other prisoned fools were just wasting away or being tortured for their committed sins.

Suddenly he saw two demons speaking rather secretly about something. It peaked his curiousity and he demanded to know what they were carrying on about. So the tyrant slipped out of his shackles with ease and flew over gracefully near them without making himself known to the demons. He listened in on their conversation.
"Hey have you heard?" A demon with horns poking out all over his face, and skin drenched in putrid green, asked his companion.
"About what?" The other demon answered. He looked somewhat like his friend but instead of horns, he was just plain hairy.
"Hell girl."
"Who?"
"Hell girl man! The boss got's a dead girl doing his dirty work!"
"What kind of dirty work?"
"Theres this realm called Hell Correspondence, a medium outside of Hell's Gates, where this girl takes revenge for people."
"What? that's crazy!"
"No I'm serious! in the world of the living all a human has to do is locate this website on their computers, around midnight for sure, and type in the name of who they think should be sent to hell! And this scary ass chick comes and avenges them!"
Freeza stood there in the shadows with a wicked grin that would soon split his face. This was it! The chance to have his vengence and it was all played out for him! He cackled darkly, causing the other two demons in front of him to turn and jump at the sight of him. "What are you laughing about freak?" One demon snapped.
Freeza stepped up to them and glared at him. "Tell me more of this Hell girl! Is there a way for even us in hell to get vengence?!" The demon scratched his face before answering back at the overlord and nodding a yes. "If your in hell, all you have to do is spell out the name of who has done you wrong in your own blood and then speak her name six times."

Freeza smirked, thats it? How easy this was going to be! He briskly walked away from the demons without another word, going to a distant part of Hell, where it was empty, to put his plan into motion.
The tyrant sliced his left arm with his right clawhand and let the blood spill out, carefully spelling out the name who he wanted to perish. After he was done, Freeza spoke the words Hell girl six times as he was told and waited. Nothing happened at first, and the evil overlord was beginning to think he was just fooled and was getting angry, when suddenly he found himself in a totally different place. A alternate demension? No wait, it was a realm of perpetual twilight, place frozen in time as it basks in eternal sunset, and a dead blossom tree stood in front of him. Freeza looked around, "Well?! Where are you Hell girl!?", he spoke loudly as his tail whipped around impatiently. She was there in front of him in a blink of an eye, and it even spooked Freeza enough that he took a step back from her. How did she? Where did she? Freeza clenched his fists and glared at the small girl.
"You will avenge me."

Hell girl stood on the roots of the dead blossom tree that stuck high from the ground, her expression blank of any emotion. She wore a dark sailorsuit, with a red scarf tied around her neck collar, black long socks adorned her legs that reached her knees, and black dress shoes were placed on her feet. Her skin was sickly pale, giving her a creepy ghostlike appearance. She had long, black, hair that curtained her face, and reached down to her lowback. Her eyes was what made everything about her stand out eerily, large, soulless, eyes that were a thick, ruby red. Hell girl looked at the alien and spoke in a toneless voice. "I am Enma Ai. Your bitterness, I will dispel. The person tormenting you shall be immediately taken to hell."

Freeza snickered. "Good, Send that spoiled brat Vegeta to hell! So that I can punish him for his crimes agianst me!"
Hell girl handed him a black, straw doll that had a red string tied around its neck. Freeza, somewhat confused, took it and scowled. "What the hell do I do with this?"
"Should you pull the red string from the neck of the doll, I will ferry the target of the revenge straightaway to Hell, however you being already in hell yourself, you will be sent to a darker and more horrid level of hell, where flames will forever engulf and scorch you as you will never die but always feel pain." Hell girl spoke, her eyes taking a dark look to them. As she spoke the realm around Freeza changed and a illusion of his future torture to come surrounded him. Freeza bellowed in pain and actual fear, he thrashed at the flames before suddenly appearing once again back in mid-level hell. The tyrant panted in somewhat fright before calming himself and snarling at the girl who now stood next to him again. She spoke once more. "It is your decision." Then she sunk into the ground for she was not allowed to stay in hell very long and was gone.
Freeza stared at the spot where she once stood then looked at the straw doll in his hand. "That vile woman didnt give me grand choices did she?" He thought deeply then, troubled with his decision. Should he pull the string he will know that his vengence finally would happen and Vegeta would suffer, but so would he, even twice as worse then now. "Fuck! That bitch how dare she!" He took his new anger out by blasting everything, namely stone and rocks, into nothing. When he was done Freeza took a silent moment to make up his mind. He looked at the straw doll and its red string with a hard cold stare. "If I am to suffer more, so be it, but you will suffer more Vegeta! All your enemies are here and they will punish you for me, and i will laugh even while being engulfed in flames! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
With his swearment, the evil tyrant pulled the red string from the necko the straw doll, and the doll itself dispersed into smoke.

In the realm of twilight once more, Enma Ai was cooling off in the springs, her naked form hidden by her hair. She sighed softly over nothing. "Ai! It's time. I have your kimono ready." Her grandmother called from the house, hidden as a shadowy silhouette behind a paper screen, always spinning thread in her room.
"Yes grandmother." Ai asnwered walking inside the small old house and putting on the kimono with it's floral (or egg) designs, to deliver the vengeance of her client. She rode in the hell chariot into the world of the living, unseen by mortal eyes and unheard by mortal ears. She was to go after a target named Vegeta no Ouji, and ferry him to hell.

The Universe was an extremely large place. It was impossible to tell where it started and where it ended. Hundreds of thousands of galaxies were spread throughout the Universe, each with their own little story to tell. Many of the galaxies were devoid of life, many of them housed an abudance of life, it just depended on where you were looking. There was one galaxy in particular that could be considered something special, at least to some of the people from a planet that was housed within it, though this. This galaxy was known as the Milky Way. It had several planets within it, just like many galaxies did, but only one of the planets actually had life on it and this planet was Earth. The people of Earth were a wide variety of beings that ranged from the incredibly stupid, to the incredibly intelligent, at least to their standards.

Other races that were scattered throughout the Universe had different opinions when it came to Earthlings. A lot of races found them to be primative and dull creatures who were as insignifcant as the Mudball they inhabited. Other races believed them to be misunderstood. Some races felt that Earthlings were actually intelligent in their own way, just not intelligent by their standards, but they were having a positive outlook of them. There were many opinions, but only those who felt Earth and its people were a waste of space and deserved to die were the ones to act on their opinions. For Millenia, the humans had been waging war on one another, destroying their own kind and destroying the planet they lived on and some races questioned why other races could ever see these primative people as intelligent.

Regardless of what they had done to each other, humans always managed to co-exist with one another for the most part, but it was difficult for them to co-exist with beings that were beyond their feeble comprehension, beings that were from another planet, from an entirely different race to their own.

Some of these "vistors" had been hostile with the intent of obilterating the planet and all life on it, others had come to Earth mearly to observe, and some had come to Earth to live and make it their home. Some had even come to Earth with the intent of destroying it, but eventually growing to accept Earth and its people, and even grow fond of them and think of them as their own race as they settled down into a peaceful life. Take the Saiyans for example. Take the particular Saiyan, Kakarott, or Goku as he was referred to by his friends and family. He had come to Earth as an infant to destroy the planet, but he had done the opposite more or less since the day he could walk and had since become its protector. Take the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta. He had come to Earth, ready to destroy it, brimming with arrogance, but he had been defeated by Goku and his family. This changed nothing for Vegeta's attitude, and for the next several years, Vegeta had done whatever he could to surpass Goku, to become stronger, to become better.

Vegeta had believed he was the strongest Saiyan to have ever lived, he was an elite! he was the Prince of his race! How could some common soldier always seem to surpass him? How could such a clown grow so strong in such a short amount of time? The Prince had been bitter towards Goku for a long time, but once they battled side by side against the evil Kid Buu, Vegeta finally realised that he would never be able to beat Goku and that Goku was the better man both emotionally and physically.

This was when the evil that had plagued for the Saiyan Prince's heart for so long had evaporated all together and he was a better man than he had been when he had first arrived on Earth. This did not mean Vegeta had gone soft, however. He may have accepted Goku as a friend now, but he still seeked to train as hard as he could, to become as strong as possible.

He was still the Prince, his arrogance had toned down considerably towards his friends and family, but he was still proud, he was still arrogant to his enemies, and that would be the way things remained. It was early afternoon. The sun beat down over West City, causing shadows to be cast from the many Skyscrapers and smaller buildings. It was what could be considered a hot day, but there was a cooling breeze which evened things out. Humans worked about the city, going about their daily lives, completely oblivious to the battles that always seemed to be raging somewhere else on the planet to decide the fate of the planet. Most of the time, the credit always went to Hercule Satan for saving the Earth, even though it was always the Z fighters who handled the crisis. On the outskirts of the city, where the rural areas seperating West City from the other cities, there was a mini battle going on, but there was only one participant.

Vegeta was doing what he always did, training. He had headed out of the Capsule Corp building in the early morning and he had flown to the clearing that he had been training in ever since. The clearing however could really be considered a clearing now, courtesy of what the Saiyan had done to the landscape. When Vegeta had landed, the ground was lush with grass, there was a stream that was flowing lazily. Large oaks and other trees dotted the landscape as well as other vegetation and various sized rocks covered the ground also. The landscape had drastically changed now. There wasn't nearly as much grass, it had been literally scorched off by the Ki blasts that Vegeta had fired off. Trees had toppled and had split in half as Vegeta had broken through them with his bare hands and the larger rocks had been smashed into rubble.

The only thing that had remained relatively unchanged was the stream. It was still flowing more or less lazily, unaffected by the intense stranger nearby, but a significant amount of debris had been blown into the water and due to this the water was flowing at an even slower rate. Vegeta had been training for at least five hours, but still he fought on. Fighting and training was what a true Saiyan did and Vegeta was the epitome, the definition of what a typical Saiyan was like; Brash, Proud and Pugnacious. "BIG BANG ATTACK!" Vegeta shouted as he extended his arms, opened his palms and shifted them in a 90 degree angle so it looked as if he was making a stop gesture. He had powered it up for a couple of minutes and had then released the powerful ki ball that swept through the air, dipping low and spliting through several trees, blasting them to oblivion until the ball settled on the ground and exploded.

Vegeta hovered in the air as he watched the energy ball explode and cause a considerable amount of noise as the ground that had been hit by the ball exploded and ruptured up dust and smoke that billowed into the air. Vegeta folded his gloved arms across his black tank top covered chest and gave a somewhat satisfied smirk. "That blast was powerful....but I know I can place even more energy into it." Vegeta had come out this far to train so that he didn't put any innocent life in danger. This rural area wasn't exactly a place where many earthlings tended to go. It was isolated and cut off. The only people who could disturb Vegeta would be those who could sense his energy signature.

Vegeta lowered himself down to the ground. He spread his legs apart slightly when he had landed and placed his arms out in the same stance they had been in the air. He started to channel his Ki as he set up for an even larger Big Bang Attack.

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