A/N: Hello, everyone, and welcome to my first fanfic on this site. Originally, my first fanfic was going to be one involving one of my OC's, but due to technical difficulties, however, I lost all the progress I had on it. Until I recover said progress, I'll be focusing on this. Now, this idea started when I looked at the Naruto/DBZ crossovers page. Most of the stories involving Saiyans (or at least, judging from what I skimmed through. I'm sure I missed quite a few) are either about Naruto being a Saiyan, or have summaries and plots involving Gohan. So, I got to thinking: what if another character was a Saiyan, instead? The character in question? Why, none other than Hinata Hyuuga. So, after having a discussion about Saiyan Hinata with Leaf Ranger, Sashu, and Maximum Potter, I decided to give this idea a go.
Now, before we start, let's go over a few things:
1. I'm afraid I don't watch the anime, not even fansubs. I only go by the manga. As such, filler events won't be covered.
2. Some characters will be a tad OOC. There may also be a small dose of bashing, most likely Sasuke or Sakura.
3. I'll probably get flamed for this, but Hinata and Hanabi will not be full-siblings. Rather, they will be half-siblings.
With that in mind, let's begin.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own either Naruto or Dragon Ball Z. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, and DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama.
The Hyuuga were often considered the strongest clan in the Hidden Leaf Village. The ability to defeat your enemies by attacking vital organs was a rather frightening and intimidating concept.
At the same time, they were also considered, to quote a Chuunin, "the most stick-up pricks to ever grace this village". While such a comment may sound harsh and asinine, it had some validity to it. The majority of the clan, as a whole, was rather set in their own ways, seeing weaker human beings as beneath them.
They were also the only clan that condoned segregation, to a degree. The Hyuuga had two family branches: the Main house, and the Branch house. While this may seem common in large families, the Main house had complete control over the Branch house, as each member had a seal of servitude on their forehead. Said seal could be activated by any Main house member, exposing the victim to severe pain and possible death. Simply put, the Branch house was just a more "politically-correct" form of slavery. Add the resentment of the Branch house to the arrogance of the Main house, and you have yourself a clan of cold, bitter individuals.
Except for one.
Enter eight-year-old Hinata Hyuuga, heiress of the Main house....or at least, she would be treated as such had she not be different. Unlike the rest of the Main house, Hinata was one of two individuals to show compassion for the branch members. The second had been her mother, who had passed away a few years prior. She was the most verbal supporter for the abolition of the seal. When she passed away, the Branch house had lost its strongest supporter.
Her father, Hiashi Hyuuga, did not take her death well. He blamed her death on Hinata, claiming that showing compassion had made her mother weak, resulting in her death. Furthermore, Hiashi himself had begun to forsake Hinata, due to her apparent lack of combat abilities. He neglected his first-born, focusing on the child given to him by his new wife.
But this was not the only reason Hinata was ostracized. She possessed something no other Hyuuga did, in neither the Main or Branch house.
A tail.
Hinata had been born with a blue, furry monkey tail, something that baffled the other Hyuuga members. Her tail had been cut at birth, only for it to grow back in a few months time. It was cut a second time then, but her tail re-grew, at a much faster rate this time. After this attempt, the Hyuuga gave up, leaving her tail to be.
However, as was human nature, they feared what they did not understand, and they hated what they feared. Hinata could not walk past another member without receiving either a glare, hateful whispers, or an insult. The most common insult was simply calling her a "monkey." Several of the elders refused to mention her name, simply referring to her as "the monkey."
There was, however, a small silver lining. Luckily for her, this fact had not spread beyond the walls of the compound, meaning that she could freely walk through the village, without fear of spiteful glares or insults. The reason for this was that she had begun to wear an "eskimo coat." Thankfully, no one questioned this, thinking that she was simply shy and insecure about her figure.
Currently, the young heiress was in her room, crying her troubles away into her pillow. She had just finished a training session with her father, in preparation for her first day of the Academy. The session had only lasted about thirty seconds, before a well-placed Juuken strike to the chest sent her sprawling to the ground. Hiashi had spent around another minute berating her, before coldly telling her that she was nothing but a disappointment to him. As a result, Hinata had fled to her room, proceeding to cry her eyes out.
As she softly cried, her hands reached out to grab a framed picture, which she held to her chest. It was a picture of a 3-year-old Hinata, happily sitting on the lap of an older woman: Kimiko Hyuuga. The woman had bowl-cut-esque hair with a few bangs, and simply wore a pink shirt and blue jeans. As she had once told a giggling Hinata, she was never much for formalities, and had proceeded to stick her tongue out at a few elders.
"M-mom..." she quietly said, in naught but a whisper. "I....I miss you so much..." She sniffled a few times, having taken a pause to breathe. "Y-you were the only person to openly show me affection...I ....I......I wish I could have you back...." she whispered, tightly hugging the picture to her chest.
And so, she remained in that position until late in the evening. The Hyuuga, with the Branch members patrolling the exterior of the compound, had all retired to their beds for the day. Hinata quietly raised her head, looking out the window.
"I...I better get my things ready...." she quietly said. Tomorrow marked her first day of the Academy, and if she was even a few seconds late, her father would no doubt berate her for her belatedness. "And...besides....Naruto-kun might be there...."
As she spoke his name, a rather noticeable blush and smile formed on er face. During one of her walks through the village, she had stumbled upon the young Uzumaki, while he was being pursued by a mob for reasons she did not know at the time. Not being one to let others suffer, Hinata had helped him hide from his assailants, sneaking him into her room while the villagers searched for him in a blind stupor.
After thanking her, he had introduced himself as Naruto Uzumaki, "the next Hokage." When asked why the mob was chasing him, Naruto simply replied that he did not know. He DID say, however, that he thought it had something to do with him being born on he night of the Kyuubi attack.
After that, they had spent the next half hour simply talking, and getting to know each other. At all times, however, Hinata was able to feel a malevolent presence originating from his navel. While she had no idea how she could feel it, it prompted her interest in the boy.
It was not until the October of that year that she overheard a drunk Hyuuga ramble about how the Kyuubi should have been killed instead of sealed. It was then that she knew: Naruto had the Kyuubi sealed inside of him. The whisker marks, his birthday, the resentful villagers, and the evil aura from his navel were too much of a coincidence. To this day, she had not told him, feeling it was not her place to tell. That, and she had witnessed a civilian being executed for 'breaking the Third's law.' She was, however, understanding of the blonde. Naruto was the only person she could relate to for being hated over something they had no control over.
At first, Naruto was wary of trusting her, due to the village's hatred. Having no other option, Hinata showed him her tail. Instead of the fear or resentment she was used to, however, Naruto had gone on about how "cool" her tail was. He had gone as far as petting it, an action that brought a massive blush on her face. By the end of their conversation, Naruto and Hinata were the best of friends. Specifically, each was the only friend the other had. Often, Hinata had announced she would be talking a walk as an excuse to go visit her friend.
Over time, she had grown to admire the blond. Unlike her, he did not let the hatred of the village get to him. He used it as motivation, never giving up in his quest for acknowledgment.
More recently, however, Hinata had begun to feel strange around the blonde. Her heart pounded around him, and she became more flustered whenever he complimented her on her appearance. Since they were only children, she decided not to worry about it.
Giggling to herself, Hinata slid open her closet, so as to have a clean coat ready for tomorrow. She must not have been paying attention, though, as sh ended up leaning too far into it and losing her footing, Luckily, the resulting fall was light, with only a small 'thud' being audible.
As she groaned and rubbed her head, her eyes caught an irregularity on the floor. Several of the floorboards appeared to be shorter than the rest, seemed less firm, and were of a slightly-different color. Curiosity piqued, she tried to move the boards. Much to her surprise, the boards acted like a small trapdoor, revealing a secret compartment, with box neatly sitting in he center.
"Huh..What's this doing here?" she asked, pulling out. As she did so, she could not help but cough, due to the amount of dust resting on said box. As she began to wipe it off, her eyes widened as she saw her name on it. However, it was not her name that caught her attention.
It was the style it was written in.
"Mom." she whispered, practically ripping the top of the box off. Inside the box lay several scrolls, strange headsets, and what seemed to be an article of clothing. With trembling hands, the young heiress rolled open the largest scroll.
Dear Hinata
If you're reading this, then it's painfully obvious that I'm dead, First off, I want you to know how sorry I am, Hinata. I had hoped to at least live long enough to train you, but it seems I have been denied even that. Furthermore....I would like to apologize for lying to you all these years.
Hinata's eyes widened. "L...lying?" she whispered. "W-w-what could mom have lied about...?"
My name is not Kimiko. It is simply an alias I used for hiding on this planet. My true named is Fasha, one of the last survivors of the Saiyan race, the finest warriors in the universe. I was never from this planet at all. I was born on Planet Vegeta, far away from this planet these people call Earth.
Hinata had to fight the urge to drop the scroll in shock. "I'm...I'm...I'm half-alien!?" she practically squeaked, her eyes wide-open.
Let me tell you about the circumstances under which I lived on this planet. Long ago, before you were born, an alien freak by the name of Frieza conquered the Saiyans, using them as slaves to do his bidding. As the years went on, it was evident that we were becoming too strong...I, along with my teammates, was sent on a bogus mission, where we were ambushed by Dodoria, one of Frieza's top henchmen....If I ever see that fat bastard in the Other World, there won't be enough of him left to perform an autopsy on! ..But anyway, he was too stupid to check if I was dead. I awoke to find my teammates, as well as some of Dodoria's cronies, dead. I didn't think twice before getting the hell out of there.
I took one of their ships and mashed buttons, trying to get out of there before reinforcements arrived. As my ship whisked me off into the unknown, I watched in horror as that monster Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta, destroying the only home I ever had. For all I know, I could have been the last Saiyan alive.
As I fell into a deep sleep, my ship eventually landed on this planet. And let me tell you, being woken from a long, much-needed sleep is NOT pleasant whatsoever. So, I stumbled about for a while, until I eventually found this place. I collapsed in front of the gates, and when I came to, I was in the "hospital," or whatever it was called. When I was questioned, I feigned amnesia, and lucky for me, they fell for it. Long story short, your father took a liking to me, we went out, fast-forward two years later, and you were born., Hinata's jaw dropped at this, and utilize energy-based attacks. And unlike humans, who die due to using up their 'chakra' or whatever, our lost energy is regained in a short span of time. Additional, we can lend our energy to comrades...Hinata, as a fail-safe, I transferred half of my energy to you, although you won't be able to unlock it for a few years.
But that's enough about me. Now, onto you. Hinata, I'll be honest. I originally planned on leaving this planet after you were born to avenge my people. But, once I held your frail form in my arms...I just couldn't bear to do it. However, my body never seemed to heal from that assassination attempt. Fearing this outcome, I began to write down my memoirs and techniques hours after you were born. Hinata, if you're reading this, all of my techniques, my knowledge, and my power rest solely with you.
For all I know, you are the last Saiyan. The blood of a proud race flows through your veins. Unlike humans, we don't use this 'chakra' they speak of. We possess a natural affinity to the manipulation of ki energy, allowing us to fly
Now, onto the physical aspects. Saiyans are practically built for fighting, possessing strength far greater to that of a human. The more intense the fights a Saiyan goes through, the stronger they become. If a Saiyan survives a near-death injury, their power increases after recovery. We also have a faster recovery rate than humans, as well as higher durability to damage.
And now, onto speed.....Hinata, I have seen some of your clansmen fight. If they were up against my race...They'd be dead in a matter of seconds. We have much faster reflexes than an average human. Our movements occur in fractions of seconds that are not visible to human eyes. They can be improved by training, mostly.
And now, onto the last part this scroll will cover...your tail. You didn't think you were the only one did you? All Saiyans are born with tails. As you've noticed, they're extremely sensitive, resulting in pain and immobilization of the body when grabbed or injured. However, from what I heard, one can train to overcome this, until it becomes no more fragile than any other limb.
There is one last thing I must warn you: As long as you have a tail, NEVER LOOK AT THE FULL MOON. The tail also grants the transformation into a Great Ape, a large, powerful beast. The form increases our strength ten-fold, and is induced by looking at the full moon. However, the price or this is a complete loss of reasoning, reducing you to a savage, mindless beast.
Hinata's arms were violently shaking as she read. This...this as a lot to take in. After that entry, there was a gap in the scroll, before it showed the final entry, written the night before her passing.
Hinata...You are only three years old, but I can already see your vast potential, unlike those arrogant pricks....show them how wrong they are. For me, and for our race...Become the strongest Saiyan you can. And remember...your mother is always watching over you.
Love you always
Fasha
A few droplets of water landed on the scroll. "M-m-mom..." Hinata whimpered, tears freely flowing down her face. Even in death, her mother was there for her. Her father...No. That man had forsaken her for her "weakness". If strength was the only thing the Hyuuga valued...Then she knew where she stood with them.
"I'll...I'll do it...." she whispered as she clenched her fist, as it began to shake. "Watch me, mom...I'm going to prove this clan wrong...I'm going to become the strongest Hyuuga this village has ever seen! Only then, will I live up to my race's legacy!"
In distant villages, a man with tomoes in his eyes and a man with rippled eyes shivered. While the did not know it, a powerful force had been born, one that had never been seen in the Elemental Nations before...And one that will shake the foundations of the shinobi world.
And done! Well, with ths chapter, at least. Now, you may be thinking, why Fasha? Well, simply because she's the only full-blooded Saiyan females in the series, and is one of my favorite Saiyans along with Bardock...until Dodoria killed her.. *Grumble, grumble*
Anyway, special thanks to Leaf Ranger, my unofficial Beta, and to Maximum Potter and Sashu for their input. R/R. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames willl be used to roast a certain Sharingan emo. Mmmm....Emo on a stick....*Drools*
Later~
