A man can take only so much in his life before he finally snaps. That spells trouble in any situation; but when that young man happens to have the power to destroy a planet, things can go south real fast. An absent father seen as the world's savior, a brother who's legacy he can't live up to, an over critical mother, a best friend who couldn't give him the time of day. He has spent his whole life smiling for others never showing his pain, until now. A reckoning of biblical proportions is at hand; the question now, will the World survive?

The Devil's Grin

A DBZ Fan Fiction

By Egg Emperor

Prologue: A Dark Future Revisited?

-And the sound of Evil laughter falls around the World tonight-

Dragonforce-Through the Fire and the Flames

December 30th Year 789 CA* 12:03 AM -Centerpoint City**

Centerpoint city was a vast metropolis, far bigger than any other in the region. It even eclipsed West city, the home of Capsule Corp. in size and grandeur. With a population of 16 million it was one of the largest cities on Earth. In the metro core skyscrapers soared thousands of feet into the air each one taller than the last, glimmering and shining in the night, pink, and purple; violet and blue. The light danced off the great towers likes sparks, making even the smallest of skyscrapers an impressive sight. And looming over them all, smack in the center of the city's heart was the Shenlong bank building headquarters of most of the world's finances. Rising into the heavens, at one kilometer in height it is the tallest building in the World.

Though it was early – or late, depending on your definition, the streets were busy with activity. Tonight would the great New Year's celebration and the celebratory mood was in full swing. Decorations were hung between buildings in the historic districts of the city. The electric signs and screens buzzed with festive ads and holiday cheer. Shops and stalls selling traditional foods and gifts were erected all along the busy streets; lanterns hung from long strings of lights.

At the same time this was the financial capital of the planet so work was always going on no matter the hour.

In the heights of the mid floors of the Shenlong building, 34 year old CFO Eric Cremm just finished a very long and equally aggravating video call from Capsule Corp. about the financing for their new Atlas project. Atlas was to be the first large scale space craft ever built by mankind. He thought it might be a bit ambitious for his company to be getting involved in. Giving funding to some more "normal" project that had more chance of bringing good publicity was a better idea.

Then again what did he know it wasn't his expertise or anything. He knew that Bulma Briefs the current president had developed small scale capsule ships and they worked well. But that was on the scale of a small room, not a large building sized starship. Still whether it worked or not he there was no reason to fear, his company would reap the benefits no matter how things turned out.

No, what had him so red in the face was the fact that Bulma could not make the appointment. And so he had to discuss the matter of the loan with her husband. Who was without a doubt the most aggravating, ill-mannered and infuriating person on the entire planet. If he never had to speak to the man again it would be too soon. He sighed to himself, he needed a drink after that; it was a good thing that the sake shops were still open because of the holiday. He packed his briefcase and left his office…. He would never make it to the ground floor.

High above the hustle and bustle of the city streets atop the antenna spire of the Shenlong building stood a figure. Well you could say he stood, but in reality he floated a foot or two above the antenna. The red aviation light cast a crimson glare on his features.

His clothing was nothing remarkable. He wore a white shirt tucked into khaki pants and tennis shoes, a black wind breaker completed the ensemble. He stood only 5'10" or so and had spikey ebony hair which was cut short and swept to up to one side. His chiseled features and superbly muscular body would have made him beyond handsome, were it not for the icy chill in his dark eyes. A smile adorned the young man's face, which for him was not altogether unusual. Save that it was a dark smirk not one of competitiveness and neither one of lust nor desire. No this smile was malicious and wrong, it was simply put a Devil's grin. And not one bit of good could come from someone who held it on their face.

Something was deeply wrong with this young man; it was as obvious as the day was long.

In his right hand was a ball of black energy; sparks stained the color of shed blood leapt around it. He bounced in his hand tossing it up and down in an almost playful manner, whilst humming to himself as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Suddenly he caught orb, and holding it in his hand as if studying it. A moment later he tossed it gently away from letting it fall. As the dark sphere plummeted towards the streets below, his smirk split into an evil grin not wasting a moment he leapt up and flew away from the city.

Seconds passed in silence…

Suddenly; without warning there was a terrible flash of crimson light, brighter than a million dawns. Everything these scarlet rays fell upon simply died and combusted burning to dust. A black and red fireball erupted up and out from the city consuming everything as it grew higher than even the tallest structures in the dying metropolis. The explosion wiped Centerpoint from existence before going on to devour the surrounding countryside.

A peal of evil laughter sounded over the roar of the giant blast ringing out from the high above the unfolding vision of Hell. It was not the laugh of a cliché villain, but one of malevolent and sadistic glee, a chuckle of pure sickening joy at the horror below.

Several hours later, when the last spot fires had been extinguished by cool morning rains and the dust had settled from the choked air the light of day gave purchase on the devastation. Centerpoint city, its suburbs and everything around it for 20 miles had been completely obliterated. Where the city had once stood only a large crater remained.

Author's Notes:

WOW O_O I'm really evil, I should not have enjoyed writing that as much as I did. So I'll try to be less of a villain next time can't make any guaranties though U_U . I really hit a road block with my other stories, so I decided to try this mess out and see what people think please review and tell me if you love it or hate it and I should just go _.

I'm going to try to get out the first "real" chapter by early (3AM) tomorrow or later in the afternoon. The Eight Brain will continue once I get some experience as an author.

*CA stands for Common Age so, in this case it's early in the morning of December 30th in the year 789 nearly 15 years after Buu's defeat. This story is taking the place of the Gt saga, I may address it further, but basically Dende noticed the summoning and was able to get Ultimate or Red Shenron to go back into his balls before Pilaf was able to make that stupid and devastating wish.

** My vision of Centerpoint City was crafted after the planed City of Silk in Kuwait, with the Burj Mubarak Al Kabir tower being the inspiration for the Shenlong Bank Building. Look it up if you interested.