Author's note: Before you take a gander at this story, I want too make a few things clear. This story, by following Toriyama's timeline, does take place after the end of Dragon ball Z, a year after the last Tenkaichi Budoukai in which Gokuu flew off with Uubu-kun to train. (Negating GT all together). Heh, you can tell I'm not an avid GT fan, like so many others. ;)
I personally hope this story will become a very good and original fan fiction. The story is about...well you read it! Enjoy!
On a side note: the / indicates if a person is speaking in a different language. Though this has been done before, I'm using the / in different terms of language translation.
Chapter I: The Quickening
Threat to peace! Trouble is brewing!!
The eye watched callously over its creation. It was an abomination to its revelation. They were both its absolute failure and success. Creation had evolved to a point where evolution was no more. To its horror, they had transfigured, density by density, into near deities, slipping through the creator's ethereal fingers into a higher plane of existence. The mortal ancients ruled the cosmic bodies contained therein of the infinite vastness of the universe, a minuscule drop, forming ripples along the perpetual sea of multiverses. The eternal eye saw its grievous flaw in his children; large enough even reprimandation weren't even a thought in its formless, omniscient mind. The eye casted its shadow over its children, draining their imperfect blood from their imperfect veins. Death, however, was only the beginning. They're rule, their empire, and their entire legacy, washed away into a sea of its own memories. Suffice to say, all of this was just the beginning of its wake of lust for the tomb. The created sentinels of the Kaioushin saw the malevolence it left. The created creator had experienced the bitter taste of pain on his tongue, as it was swiftly casted down into its own celestial void. Nameless, formless, beyond the confines of time and space, it lies dormant, waiting for the precise moment to break the seal, licking its lips as it heeds to strike with its blade at the heart of existence.
* * *
Terminus, soldier of death, had traveled beyond the reaches of the cosmos, only to discover it had been at an end, eternally.
The continuum had been
deteriorating for ages. Ever since that fateful moment where primordial
existence began, it had been decaying ever since. As if mortality had reared
its ugly head once more smiling diabolically at existence.
Utter chaos had breached Terminus' thoughts as though the hand of death had reached into his very being.
He lounged back in his hovering, black metallic malleable chair, deep in
thought. He surveyed all, everything at standstill. He placed his hands
together, against his lips, watching with unfeeling, the elapsing void
continuing to consume realities and timelines as rebirthing of others came into
existence. He had never asked to see visions that belonging to the gods but
then again he never complained.
In many ways, he was the sullen fighter of all things. A highly skilled, guile
warrior but not yet the bastion of incalculable power. His education had been
purely instinct; his experience likewise. He had, as the cliché has it, faced
death itself, many times, but always death of a very familiar and tangible
nature. Being a trader of planet commerce, amongst things, he became involved
with exchanging cleared planets (sometimes still intact with their original
inhabitants) with many races, including the saiya-jin, amongst others.
But that was in the past now. Now, he couldn't care less.
He exited out of the cockpit of
the grandiose sized; yet highly efficient ship he had appropriated. Outside of
the door, he straightened his armor, fixed his braids, cracked his knuckles and
neck, and proceeded to walk.
The security mechanisms loomed all over the vessel, which checked Terminus of
any type of weapons or ki power. These mechanisms could not even detect his ki.
Maybe these little probes weren't working properly as originally conceived.
One step inside the ship and one could tell it had existed for a very long
time. Its grandiose size dwarfed any conventional ship. It desperately needed
restoration or at least a tune-up. Androids had seemed to find a home in such a
place as they walked aimlessly.
He looked out the enormous windows of the ship as his footsteps echoed through
out the vessel, walking slowly toward his rendezvous with Oniero Il Vordsbaa.
He finally reached his destination.
He waited.
The eye of the odd shaped camera that scanned the doorway was indeed working,
but when the door opened it was by hand.
Terminus smiled at the miniature-sized old man. The old man had the means to
wear garments that only the wealthiest of nobles could afford. His pointy ears
were his most obvious trait, almost as distracting one from his pudgy, obscure
facial features. Oddly, very few wrinkles were just barely noticeable on his
almost child-like face.
"I am Terminus."
"I recognize you," The old man remained stiffly and unsurprised in his place.
He continued, "Your business?
Terminus withdrew a step in gesture of submission. "One of peace. If you are
Oniero Il Vordsbaa, I ask the favor of conversation." Pretending that he was
suspicious of his authentication.
Vordsbaa stepped aside and in the interior of the large quarters the walls
glowed into life. The short old man entered into the brilliant light emitting
from the lamp, hanging from the ceiling.
"This is quite a ship you got here. An update to the old model I gather."
Vordsbaa smiled thinly. "You're the observant one. Heh. I must apologize for
your wait at the door. The automatic device registers the presence of a visitor
but will no longer open the door automatically. I must open it by pressing
those buttons near the door."
"Your repairs fall short?" Terminus' deep, tranquil voice was faintly mocking.
"Parts are no longer available. If you will sit, sir. You drink Tasbaha-jin
liquor?"
"On this ship? Heh. My good sir, it is socially impossible not to drink it
here," The old patrician retreated noisily with a slow bow that was part of the
ceremonious legacy left by the aristocracy of his home planet, which is now
vaporized into nothing.
Terminus looked after his host's departing figure, and his studied urbanity
grew a bit uncertain at the edges. He gently stroked his long goatee and
proceeded to scratch his chin.
The drinks arrived, and Terminus slowly seated himself. "You look like hell,
here have a drink. It will make it feel better," semi-condescendingly said
Vordsbaa as he lifted his cup.
"To your honor."
"Thank you. To yours." said the rough-edged warrior, as he raised his cup and
gulped down the last of the bitter alcohol, and wiped the excess run-off, off
of his mouth.
Vordsbaa said deliberately, "You are said to be of old age, yet you look more
than capable."
"I can manipulate even my own age and appearance to what ever fits to my
own expectations."
"So you are a shape-shifter, I gather."
"Whatever…" The complacency undeniably present in the warrior's voice was
stirred with amusement.
"In that case," said Vordsbaa, with soft emphasis, "How do I know that is your
true form?"
"I have no "true" form…" Terminus' pupils metamorphosed into thin slits and
changed back to normal.
The dark warrior set his cup in its flaring sheath and it refilled. He dropped
the offered flavor-capsule into it with a small splash. He then took a sip of
the unusually crafted cup and gazed out the port-view.
Vordsbaa dropped his smirk and got up from the floating chair and walked slowly
toward the large view port.
The dwarfish being folded his arms toward his lower back as he stared down upon
the yellowish surface of planet Shic'. It reminded him too much of his forever
lost home planet, Avitarasei. The reflection of the planet had projected upon
quite vividly on the nine-layered glasslike window. It was almost like a mosaic
of multicolored ballets as swirling, cavorting mists of clouds provided a
blanket for the surface of the planet.
Vordsbaa broke the curse of silence. "Its hard to believe that those damned
saiya-jin are essentially more or less evolved monkeys with little or no
cranium capacities. But yet they had managed to utterly destroy my home world
like so many others."
"The saiya-jin? Then tell me then, patrician, how did you survive?" Pretending
to take notice.
Vordsbaa seemed startled at a title long unused.
He replied, "Patrician? That word...I remember it as if it was yesterday. A
Patrician conducting business transactions with clients when, Avitatasei had
been destroyed. If only I had remained…" Vordsbaa quieted for a moment but
couldn't get over the unresolved issue of the barbaric race. "Feh...the
saiya-jin...The gods has cursed us with their very existence."
"You're planet was compromised of peace loving people. There were no warriors.
They could not fight efficiently." Terminus quickly shifted the conversation.
"You really know how to spur insults, shape shifter." Vordsbaa sharply
responded.
"The main reason why I'm here is that you answer my questions." Terminus
raised his left arm and poked his left temple and pressed a naked to the eye,
nano-like device deep inside his skin. It was a transmitter, transmitting any
noise or sound to his Omnipotence.
"Not under threats. I am old enough for life not to mean particularly
overmuch."
"My good sir, these are hard times," said Terminus, with meaning, "Come, if I
should decide to use force, my aim would not be so poor as to strike you."
Vordsbaa said coldly, "What do you want?"
Terminus held the empty cup as he spoke, "Vordsbaa, listen to my words. As you
know, the great Kanjieka-jin Empire had been dead long before any other galaxy
had ascended into being. Even the restoration of the second empire did not last
very long. Only two had survived the destruction of that primordial planet,
myself and one other warrior. That is why I need the coordinates to the outer
regions, beyond this galaxy's boundaries, so I may reach her."
Vordsbaa smiled. "You're stating the impossible. By reaching the boundaries,
you think you can merely cross into another galaxy? Why is it so important that
you find coordinates to someplace that doesn't even exist?"
Terminus did not answer and smiled.
"Hrmph. Then why…" Vordsbaa paused and then continued, "even if I told you,
what would you give me in return?"
Terminus smiled and opened his hand, and there, a small, humble bag of
extremely rare Tasbaha-jin currency (small white diamonds). Oniero Il Vordsbaa
could tell it was genuine. The bag was made out of a Banashian beast stomach.
Plus the bright glowing inside it was a dead give away.
He held out a hand with the currency. "Your knowledge speaks volumes. Thank you
for your hospitality sir. Will this be enough?"
Vordsbaa smiled, yet again.
***
Time was just another trivial annoyance to the Saiyajins on earth. Aging wasn't part of a Saiyajin's vocabulary, as Gokuu and Vejiita hardly showed any signs, thereof. Vejiita had been training little over a couple of years, mostly in isolation, unbeknown best to everyone else. After the last Tenkaichi Budoukai, Gokuu voluntarily had been playing the role of sensei over his first pupil, Uubu. Bulma did everything to hide those unsightly wrinkles and soon realized they were merely signs of maturity and wore them with pride. Chi-Chi did all she can to keep Goten home, for company as Goten did all he can to come home late. Mr. Buu had easily nestled with his new home of the world champion, Mr. Satan as he tried his hardest to spoil his granddaughter, Pan, who had grown to be quite an exceptional fighter, for a six year old.
Piccolo had long ago resumed meditating over his favorite waterfall, as Gohan, trying to finish up his classes and exams before graduation from Satan University, simultaneously playing the role of father and husband had taken a toll on him but still managed. All was calm and everyone had finally decided to stop for a breather, but unfortunately, all good things eventually come to an end, and they were about to learn just that all over again.
***
It had been over a year and Uubu's
power had increased dramatically from that fateful day he had become Gokuu's
first pupil. Being the reverted result of Buu, it was almost natural for him to
release his potential power in a matter of days, although slowly at times, but
releasing his power nonetheless. Gokuu grinned while evading all of Uubu's jabs
and punches. It was quite clear that the boy's sensei looked as if he was
enjoying evading every move he had. The swarthy warrior growled with
frustration and used that zanzoken technique Gokuu had taught him within the
first days of his training and attempted to kick his sensei's side but to no
avail the kick had meet with nothing but air.
A ki blast soon followed the boy's failed attempts to make any physical contact
as it flew behind Gokuu's crotch, nearly burning the underside. Uubu again shot
another ki blast, only more largely condensed while he screamed on the top of
his lungs. But instead of the large projectile hitting its oriented target, the
large ball of ki split up simultaneously into smaller blasts, shifting around
the target and finally crushing it like a boa constrictor. It did just that
around Gokuu as he struggled to maintain his power.
Gokuu soon let out a deafening cry, pushing his power to escape from the
attack. Suddenly, a blinding beam of light consumed the surrounding mountainous
glaciers, emitting from the tail-less saiya-jin. Large waves of broken ice from
all sides of the light rose as high as the seagulls could fly, with one of them
over the levitating Uubu all in the processes of accelerating away from it.
From the light came the departing figure with flowing golden hair as he spoke,
"Uubu…I'm impressed. We've been only training a year and you're power's become
almost as strong as Gohan's when he was a child. You almost got me there for a
sec…where did you learn that technique? I even had to turn super saiya-jin to
avoid getting crushed by that move you made."
"Sensei, forgive me…I made it up myself." Uubu spoke, seeking for some type of
approval.
Gokuu smiled as his hair and eyes reverted back to their original state.
"You don't have to be sorry. What's it called?" Gokuu asked.
Uubu's battle expression turned far less grim and replied, "It's called the
Hekiten-sou."
Gokuu blinked, "Ah! That's incredible! I may be your sensei, but I would sure
like to learn that technique."
Uubu beamed an unusually large grin and spoke, "Umm, you place your palms
together like the way you do the kamehameha, but instead up building up the
energy from within, you try to suppress it, because once you make that first
move, lots of power has already been drawn forth…well at least for me…"
Gokuu really looked impressed. Uubu was so reminiscent of Gokuu's first born
when he was his pupil's age. So young, so seemingly innocent yet being the bastion
of unparallel power. It was a shame that Gohan had stopped training all those
years ago. He could have been easily the strongest, surpassing even the
limitations provided when turning super saiya-jin.
Gokuu wiped the perspiration from his brow and spoke, "I say we take a break. I
haven't seen Chi-Chi and the rest for months! We can pick up our training
tomorrow."
Uubu nodded with enthusiasm.
Gokuu placed both his index and middle finger toward his forehead, found his
destination, and disappeared along with his pupil.
***
"Gokuu-Sa? Is that really you? You must be a ghost." Chi-Chi asked starry-eyed,
standing inside the doorway.
"Of course not. Its me! I'm back! Missed me?"
"I missed you so…WHY DIDN'T YOU VISIT ME OR EVEN LET ME KNOW YOU WERE EVEN
ALIVE!?" Chi-Chi's tone of voice drastically shifted from being loving to
bitchy in a matter of milliseconds.
Gokuu and Uubu gulped in fear.
"Dad!" Goten yelled out, holding a giant fish slung over his back. He smiled and noticed Uubu, now with considerably more strength. "If I knew you guys were coming, I would have gotten a bigger fish!"
"Goten! Now you're the man of house?" Gokuu asked, jokingly.
"Yeah pretty much. Just until you got back." Goten grinned cheerfully.
"By the way this is Uubu, my pupil. We've been training a lot. He's the one I faced at the last Tenkaichi Budoukai."
"Nice to meet you Uubu." Goten greeted.
"Hey, maybe you and Goten could
spar. You're both almost the same age and Uubu's strength is almost an par with
Goten's!"
"That doesn't give you the right to…" Chi-Chi, changing the mood of their
reunion, blinked and ran towards Gokuu with a warm embrace and whispered, "Just
stay this one time, please."
"Chi-Chi…ok…" Gokuu agreed.
"Um, hello." Uubu greeted timidly.
"Err…hello?"
"Come now Chi-Chi, he's our friend." Gokuu interjected. Uubu walked closer and
opened his right hand, expecting some kind of greeting.
"BAH! YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE TO TRAIN THIS?!" Chi-Chi pointed with her index
finger. Uubu took a couple steps back and cringed with fear. Goten gulped as
well.
"Chi-Chi! That wasn't really necessary. Don't be so harsh. Now can you
apologize?"
"I'm sorry…" A tear came racing down the aging Chi-Chi's face. Uubu didn't know
how to responded to such sporadic behavior. Unexpectedly, Chi-Chi raced towards
Uubu and gave him the tightest hug she could give. Kami willing.
"Grrr..rrr…Gok…rrr…" Uubu had barely enough lung capacity to even stay
conscience.
"You remind me a lot of Gohan when he was a child…how young I was back then…become
strong, become brave, become great…and don't ever let someone convince you
otherwise…those are my words to you." Gokuu was taken aback as Uubu blinked on
in confusion.
"Chi-Chi, are you feeling alright?" Gokuu asked.
"Yes. Its just…its just he reminds me of Gohan. He's so beautiful…"
The cockeyed look soon left Gokuu's expression and were soon replaced by a
felicitous one. "Now since that's settled, Chi-chi, put the fish on the stove!
I'm starved!"
"You've been gone for over a year and that's all you have to SAY!?"
"Heh, heh…" Gokuu placed his right hand behind his head in slight
embarrassment.
***
A random office oni stared at Enma Daiou who resembled Santa Clause with red
make-up, horns, and back hair. Enma Daiou mumbled about something being wrong
with heaven, which made the intern quite unsure on what he was talking about,
but he knew something definitely was wrong.
"Kaiou Sama, are you certain? Are you saying that the heavens are trembling by
deteriorating!? How the hell is that possible?" Sitting in his chair, Enma
Daiou spoke with the most tense of tones.
The office oni was convinced. Something was definitely wrong. He totally lost
track of counting each foggy soul that was passing by on their way to either sides
of the afterlife.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" The oni asked while adjusting his glasses.
"Is there something wrong you ask?" OF COURSE THERES SOMETHING WRONG!! Either
that or Kaiou-sama is wrong in the head! Kaioushin is saying the same damned
thing!" The demon lord exclaimed while banging the over sized desk with his
hands.
Hey! Kaiou Sama yelled.
"But you said heaven is trembling by deteriorating." The intern submissively
added.
"You better learn to shut up before I make you one of the underworld ogres. Or
better yet I'll feed you to the damned! Got it? Now get back to work!"
"Ye…yes sir! I'll get back to my paper work, invoices, and such…" The oni,
then, went back to assisting the almost endless line of foggy souls.
"Now where was I? Ah yes…hell…hell…hell…heave…err…hell…HELL…" Enma Daiou
stamped away at the afterlife invoices and with a lot more tension being
emitted. With each passing moment, the amount of the feeling of coldness crept
into the demon lord's mind with little difficulty.
***
Rou Kaioushin sighed ever so wearily. The God sat on the fertile grass and stared upon the crystal ball in which his omniscient eyes had laid upon for countless times. He surveyed the ever growing, chaotic, cosmic cycle that is the multiverse and saw the endless voids growing between the dimensional shifts. One of the far flung voids; the process of creation had just begun, in the wake of rebirth. Its primordial quintessence was ever so apparent as if it was a galaxy of its own. Inside the endless void, darkness became a boiling brew of primordial chaos ensued in its own twisted beauty, from nothingness. He saw the faceless entity behind the chaos. It was neither good nor evil, just simply am.
Rou Kaioushin did not know what to make of it. It was far too unusual for simply a void to rapidly become so vast in nature and in dimension. Naturally he worried and felt that overwhelming sense of un-compromised dread.
It was close; awful beyond recognition, yet it was everything. It possessed grace and warped beauty, beyond recognition.
Rou once pondered quietly to himself, the reason behind why his race, the Kaioushin, had been the created creators, chosen to preserve the balance of all that was beyond mortality's grip. Then he would answer his own simple, as it is myriad question: serenity. Everything about the Kaioushin possessed a serene feature unlike no other. Even their surroundings were as if it was a masterpiece of a painting, only encompassing a flux of brilliant colors distilled in eldritch light.
That was a silly question in itself.
The ageing ageless God lowered his
head in meditation. As all the other gods' knowledge had deepened of what the
Real had been becoming, so had he. He couldn't quite make of it.
The heaven's have now, all of a sudden,
become tangible… He thought in hesitance.
Becoming frustrated was something the highest of the hierarchy of Kaioushin
learned to deal with. Being calm and collected had always been an essential
asset when facing matters of the most cataclysmic. As the rest, Rou Kaioushin
too stressed over the troubles in heaven and what that meant for this mortal
plane or for the matter of fact, any other plane in existence.
Unfortunately for Rou and the rest of the multiverse, fate wasn't on their
side.
***
The only sound that could be heard
throughout the sanctuaries was the harsh reverberation of unnatural flames
crackling within the opaque, glistening walls. There-the only source of light
provided was the burning ashes of the pillars, which closely guarded the altar.
An intricate design had been seemingly interwoven with the altar itself.
Ending the disturbing silence, echoing voices of chanting had then found their
way throughout the buildings. Those resonating shallow of growls made the
sanctuary seem like it was a living, breathing entity, when in reality, the low
ambience was emanated by the unholy gathering.
Around and above the burning flames of the great altar, seven figures perched
in a circular shape, had chanted the most unholy of chants. An idol, which
resembled a face of some kind of demon, glistened above the dancing fires.
The unison of the sanctuaries stood with absolute resolute. Midnight with the
color of crimson blood dampened the sky, hence leaving a sharp contrast from
the seven insinuated towers.
They stood ever so defiantly against the primordial laws of the continuum.
Channels of energy ricocheted from the ethereal space above amongst the several
luminous spheres that were floating aimlessly, each containing a single glowing
form.
One of the spheres had come very close... closer than the others and was
approaching the towers. It began to glow intensely, and then to his surprise, a
luminous silver hand slid out of it.
The blue creature emerged cautiously, suspended in the air, and then slowly
drifted to the ground in front of him, facing away from the warped nexus. Like
liquid glass, it shimmered with light and beauty, the alien darkness of the
towers reflecting in its skin like a spreading stain...a bleeding wound. It was
amazed of the towers' foul beauty, as it scanned the landscape like a wondrous
child.
Many more beings emerged from their cocoon like spheres and they all had seemed
to emit an unnatural blue tone. The first of the blue figures began to glow
more radiantly with dark yet serene light. This vile, yet tranquil digit stood
as a dark obelisk of power, acting as a nexus from which the ethereal power was
spreading towards the surrounding army of figures.
Inside the chamber, one of the small, cloaked dark figures declared, "/It has
begun. /" In an unspoken tongue that hadn't graced upon anyone's lips for ages.
After the wave of energy had flooded over the vast sea of beings, the shards of
coruscating ether projected onto the one of the towers, which, in turn,
amplified the beings' energy, amplified and created a warped nexus-perhaps to
another dimension. The energy that projected towards the seven towers was
visible enough to see eternity put to an end; to all that would oppose.
The awakening had begun once more.
***