Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques, the unfamiliar languages, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.

Summary: He's the rebel with a cause: to protect the Earth at all costs, no matter what, or whom, is endangering it. Second fic in the Kakkhan trilogy.

A/n: EEP! (Authoress runs away from storm of impatient and angry readers)

Allati: Uh… (Looks after authoress and readers apprehensively) /Turns to rest of readers/ Uh… on with the story?

SP: (Runs by) sorry, Sorry, SORRY! (Runs away again)

Allati: …O.O Yeah. (Starts up chapter and backs away quickly to get out of the rush to get to the screens) Um, enjoy?

Blah — Laniin, translated
Previously, on Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter—

…Still, when Kakkhan looked at his day from that perspective (with a little help from the ever-optimistic Gohan), he had no difficulty in going to sleep with the thought that tomorrow would be a better day. No difficulty at all, especially with the plans Kakkhan was enacting for his site. It wasn't as if Kakkhan was officially at the Info Desk, so he wouldn't be called on for information by confused and harassed customers. He would have plenty of time to construct his site in the long hours of the internship. But when he was done being an intern, Michael Hearse had better look sharp about him. Kakkhan, the Legendary Lord, was coming.

Chapter Two: Fate's Rebuttal
Kakkhan typed away at his laptop rapidly. He had been fired up with ideas for his site yesterday thanks to Gohan 's contribution with the fan club, and was putting the basics of the Forum into motion right then. Alberto and Yvonna, the first girl, were watching him type with odd looks on their faces. They wondered who this boy was that he used his laptop so efficiently and with such knowledge of its layout. It was clear that he was a genius, yes, no doubt about that, but how much of a genius was he? Could he program computers? Could he design a computer so revolutionary it would change the lives of the Blue Star City citizens overnight? Could he do that kind of thing even though he was only eleven years old with especially wild and uncontrollable hair?

Kakkhan looked up at Alberto, who hastily averted his gaze, and glanced at Yvonna, who smiled and lowered her gaze back to her computer screen. With a smirk, the eleven-year-old looked at everyone else outside of the Info Desk, all of whom pulled their heads down from the top of their individual cubicles. Kakkhan's smirk disappeared as he tucked it away under his mask, but inside he had a smirk so wide it could be mistaken for a smile. Dominating these Humans was too easy.

Kakkhan returned to his work. He ignored this time the gradually returning stares of the employees, even as minutes later they were diverted suddenly away. He only barely acknowledged the heavy footsteps and greed-tinted ki of the boss, looking up only when Hearse had been standing over his shoulder for seven minutes to snap,

"Do you mind? You're standing in the light."

Hearse offered a wide buck-toothed smile, which revealed not only buckteeth, but also horrible yellow crooked lines of unhealthiness. "Yes, I do mind. I mind that what you are doing is not the proper work for an employee at Main Library. It appears that that is leisure work, not what you have been assigned. I demand that you delete this obscene trash and never think about it again. I want to see you do the assigned work you were given, right now and with no insubordination."

Kakkhan raised his eyebrows at the orders this insane human was giving. Just who did Hearse think he was? Oh yeah, his so-called "boss." That. However, the little task he was given? To organize the whole employee list alphabetically, numerically, and by year hired, one at a time? Done. A little insubordination was in order, then, seeing as the task was already done and Hearse had forbidden insolence before the task was done. Kakkhan had no shame.

"Sorry, but I already did my assignment. I'm just passing the time now. Want to see?" Kakkhan said nonchalantly. He minimized his site screen and brought up Microsoft Excel and clicked on Sheet One, which had the employees organized alphabetically. Sheet Two showed numerical organization, and Sheet Three, you guessed it, was by year hired.

The look on Michael Hearse's face was priceless as he scanned the computer screen. It was incredulous at first, then turned into a sour look that should have made Kakkhan back down instantly. In fact, every other employee watching the standoff did shrink away, except for Kakkhan. Later, those self-same employees would wonder at the confidence of an eleven-year-old to do quite naturally what the whole department of grown-ups would not. And he made it look easy. Must have something to do with the fact that Kakkhan was a genius, and they were not. Whatever the reason was, Kakkhan was going to be in big trouble.

However, Kakkhan didn't seem to be aware of that fact. He sat there, calmly blinking up at the sour-faced Hearse. He looked as if he didn't care that Hearse had a murderous look on his face, or if he could be fired. For all intents and purposes, Kakkhan really didn't care, but it really would not do to be fired from his job on only the second day. So he lessened the tension of the situation, if only slightly, by asking,

"Got anything else for me to do?"

Gohan was also busy on his laptop, but he was not setting any records for impudence like his self-sufficient counterpart. No, he was setting records for the least amount of time needed to finish a whole day's homework for seven courses in college. He hadn't even come home for two hours yet, and he was already finishing his second-to-last homework assignment.

He worked for another five minutes on the assignment, then shut his laptop with a loud thud and started on the last assignment. This one was the one that Gohan had been looking forward to do all day since his fifth out of eight periods, and consisted of Gohan 's most favorite course that he had enrolled in.

Reaching for his heavily loaded backpack, Gohan withdrew a sketchbook, a notebook with "Pencil/Ink Drawing Course" scrawled over the top of it in his small but neat handwriting, and several loose-leaf papers Gohan had been too hasty to put away properly. Gohan did that very task now, stocking the papers tidily in their correct places. Once this was done, he looked at the assignment he had to do for today, sighed, flipped open his sketchbook and set about with recreating the loft that he was currently sitting in. He drew everything that he could see directly in front of him, including the view he was afforded of the street outside of his house from his loft.

The drawing, when completed, was done in exquisite detail, yet it was not photographic. It also had a thoughtful air about it, as if no stroke of the pencil had been done without a reason. There was a clearness about the drawing that was startling as well, so much that no matter how many times a person saw the picture, he or she would never fail to be amazed at how clear the drawing was. Yet it was drawn with such simplicity, such thought, and such effort that it was clearly a masterpiece work. Still, it was only of the view from a loft, as it was titled, "View from the Loft", but it was just so beautifully rendered, like "Portrait of Lotto", that it could be nothing otherwise.

The drawing teacher was simply astounded by Gohan 's work. She was so astounded that she didn't believe that it was one of her students at first, especially the eleven-year-old. Then she thought about Gohan and his general attitude, which so far was quiet but enthusiastic, and certainly thoughtful. It did appear that he would be able to see everything from a different perspective, now that she really thought about him. He had also shown an understanding of the basic concepts (and a few of the not so basic concepts) of drawing.

Although the class had not started any drawing projects yet, she would not be surprised if his drawings were above and beyond the quality of the rest of the class. Heck, this one drawing was above and beyond the quality of the other homework assignments. She sighed. She was going to have to do something for this student, Tairyoku Chikurro, or Menrui, as he preferred to be called. She didn't know what, though.

How could she make this course a challenge for such a good artist like Menrui? Hm, a quandary, and a fairly complex one at that. She definitely would need help on this.

Time passed until it was approximately a year. It was a year since Kakkhan and Gohan had Time traveled from the past timeline, a year since they moved into Blue Star City, a year since everything major in their life had happened. All of that had passed, contained within a single year: 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours. Many things had happened in that single year, and yet nothing had changed. Kakkhan was still working at the Main Library, and Gohan was still going to BSU. They still lived at 351 Marguerite's Hope, and they still wrote and drew, respectively.

They also still maintained the site Daemon's Alley, managing both the Fan Forum and the Library, and the site was getting to be popular. 346 people were members, and the site had over a hundred visitors a day, which was saying something. The site had been slow in growing, but as more people found out about the site, it had steadily boomed, and even now there was a list of people waiting to join that they had to get to.

At the same time that nothing had changed, many changes had taken place. Kakkhan and Gohan had started sparring to keep up their training. In Gohan's case, it was putting Laniin theories to practice, for Gohan didn't really know how to use the Laniin techniques he had mentally learned from Kakkhan. He knew the theory, but not exactly the way the theory was used. So Kakkhan had decided to fix that, and thus the sparring sessions had been born.

True to Gohan's promise to Kakkhan, the Paradoxes had started a social life. Now they were well known amongst the citizens of Blue Star City as good people, if slightly eccentric. No matter, the Paradoxes didn't mind being known as slightly eccentric, for considering the life they had had up to this point, they had every right to be eccentric. Really, it was the citizens of Blue Star who were eccentric, but that was just from their point of view.

The Paradoxes had also started thinking of opening up their own business, co-owned of course, but since they were still minors, they of course would not be able to start this company until they were at least seventeen years old each. This was no problem for them at all, since they did have to get more firmly settled into their new society before they could really soundly be comfortable about starting a business in this city. They had no insecurities about starting their business now, but Blue Star City needed to get used to them beforehand, and the Paradoxes knew it.

Another change was that in order not to stand out too much, Kakkhan and Goten had decided to do something about their hair. They had found out that their spiky hair, originally thought to be genetic, was actually caused by the storage of extra energy in their hair cells. Once most of the energy was taken from the hair cells (a few energy particles were left for the hair cells to function normally, for they would be bald if they took all energy from the hair cells), the hair flopped down into their faces. The hair also did not clump together to make such big spikes anymore, instead becoming many smaller spikes. These changes created quite a different image than what wild spiky hair did, thus making it a desirable action to take in the way of not standing out.

However, once they found out that they looked even more like twins, and thus people were more unable to differentiate between the two, they had modified their individual hairstyles. Kakkhan had left his hair alone, but Gohan had had to re-put energy back into his hair, arrange it so that it was more out of his face, and then retake the energy out. As a result, Gohan had most of his hair back behind his ears, with a few long, stiff spikes at the side of his face on each side, framing his eyes. Kakkhan, on the other hand, let his spikes go where they wished, which was mainly across his face. As his hair had not particularly seen that many haircuts, it was long enough that it fell across his eyes, giving him a predatory appearance, something Kakkhan didn't mind, actually.

The last change was that the year of settling in before meeting the future family was almost over. The Paradoxes, in their planning, had left themselves a year of starting new lives for themselves before returning to their old ones. That year, as said, was almost over, but the Paradoxes were showing no sign of following the plan they'd set out, especially Gohan. Gohan didn't really want to start undoing his new life, now that it was going so well. Kakkhan knew this, and kept an eye on his twin, as well as on the kis of the Z-senshi. He knew that someday, the Z-senshi would come to Blue Star City and find them, if they didn't go to the Z-senshi. That was just one of the peculiarities of the Force of Fate. She had a nasty habit of making people from the past pop up unexpectedly, and right when you didn't want them to. Yes. That was exactly what happened to people if they ignored things that affected them deeply, especially the past.

But that was not what Kakkhan was thinking as he was making his way home from the Main Library. He was going home early this afternoon as the Main Library closed early on Wednesdays, at three-thirty-five PM. It was sometimes an inconvenience for the customers, but Hearse was not a greedy little moneybug for nothing. Yes, there were complaints, but again, Hearse was just a greedy little moneybug, and paid no heed.

What Kakkhan was thinking was that he was going to have to get some more black tea; they were almost out. What Kakkhan wouldn't give for an auto-refill tea maker was unknown, but unfortunately, that had not yet been invented. Kakkhan was still dealing with the difficulty that was Michael Hearse, his new 'social' life, sparring with Gohan, and his gripping exercises, along with the growing site, so he really had no time to invent one, or even start to, so for now he had to suffer with the agony.

That was all he was thinking about as he walked home, but he was not so distracted that he didn't immediately recognize the event that was about to unfold. As it was, he kept on walking, the only change in his position being to stretch out his arms to catch two bundles of energy, each of whom were well known to him and who knew him just as well. He firmly gripped them and lifted them into the air, turning the two kids in his hands to face him.

"And what are you two doing here?" Kakkhan inquired, an eyebrow rising as he looked at his two little brothers-in-spirit, Trunks and Goten. The two demi-Saiyans blinked, stunned for a full second, before they each attempted to launch themselves at Kakkhan.

"Kakkhan!" they cried. They managed to wrench themselves free of Kakkhan's grip, which was no small feat, mind you, and jumped on Kakkhan, trying to fit their arms around their most beloved person that they had not seen for a year. To think that they would see him here of all places…! Of course, Trunks and Goten only managed to get themselves tangled up with a smirking Kakkhan, even as another familiar ki approached from the direction the two demi-Saiyans had come from.

"Trunks! Goten! Did you bump into somebody and knock them over again? How many times must I tell you to watch where you're going when you're racing against each other?" came the familiar screech. Bulma Briefs came striding up, her face an expression of pure exasperation, but she halted suddenly as she glimpsed a brief yet instantly recognizable flash of black hair. Not spiky hair, which was what stopped her from recognizing the person at first. But as the "victim" of the Devil Duo's latest "tangle" slowly but efficiently untangled first Goten and Trunks from each other, then himself from them, Bulma grew more and more positive about her first suspicion, that this person was Kakkhan.

Her supposition was confirmed at last when the kid set Goten and Trunks down gently and turned to face her. Black eyes behind a low-hanging fringe of black spikes met blue eyes, and with a squeal, Bulma herself leapt forward over to Kakkhan for her own bear hug. Kakkhan was surprised at the reaction of the most famed genius in all of Earth, but he graciously accepted the hug, even as he kept his face as indifferent as always.

"Kakkhan! It's so good to see you!" Bulma exclaimed after they drew apart. "I haven't seen you in…a whole year! Look how you've grown!"

It was true. Kakkhan had sprouted anotherseven centimeters over the year since Bulma, and the Z-senshi as a whole, had seen him last. But Goten and Trunks had also grown, even if it wasn't as large in amount as Kakkhan's beginning growth spurt.

"Yes, well, I've been eating my vegetables," Kakkhan replied, wry sarcasm in his voice. Bulma stood back and looked at the boy in front of her, really looked at him. She wasn't sure why she did so, but she did notice that Kakkhan seemed to be hiding a bit of pain, as if from a great hurt or something like that. She also saw that not only was Kakkhan hiding pain, but he also seemed to be more comfortable with himself, more confident. Not that Kakkhan had exactly been lacking in that aspect before, but it was more pride in himself that Bulma saw, and in who he really was.

Now, Bulma didn't know exactly what she saw, but she knew Kakkhan had changed. Whether the change was for better or for worse, she also didn't know. But one thing that had most definitely changed was Kakkhan's hairstyle.

"How'd you get your hair down like this, kid? Vegeta's hair won't do the same for anything, no even my Max Strength Capsule Gel™," Bulma asked, clearly scheming ways to get Vegeta's stubborn spikes to stop defying gravity and come back down to Earth. Looking at Kakkhan, she could tell it was also as attractive as she'd imagined the look to be. If only Vegeta would do it.

Unfortunately, Kakkhan saw right through it. With a chuckle, he said, "No sort of gel will work on Saiyan hair, Bulma. Besides, I don't think Vegeta would appreciate having his hair down like mine. It would just get in his face, as well as making him shorter," he said, eliciting a laugh out of the Saiyan Prince's mate with his quip. Kakkhan himself felt two tugs on his shorts, and turned to see what was the matter.

Goten piped at him, "Are you going to play with us now that you're here?"

Trunks added, "Are you going to leave again?"

Kakkhan mentally raised his eyebrows. So he had been missed more terribly than he thought he would be. Kakkhan crouched down the level of the two demi-Saiyans, either ignoring or missing completely the hopeful look on Bulma's face, identical to the ones on the faces of Goten and Trunks.

"Sorry I haven't been around, you two. I had some business to take care of. But now that it's been done, I'll be visiting and playing more often, I promise."

Goten whooped, but Trunks still was not satisfied. "But you won't be leaving again, right?" he persisted, a comic scowl crossing his face at Kakkhan's characteristic evasiveness. Kakkhan raised an eyebrow a fraction on this outside this time. He noted to himself that he really did have to visit more often, just to stop these two from missing him so much, at least.

"I'll be close by, yes," he replied vaguely. He ignored the whoops his answer received from not just Goten, but Trunks as well, to look at his watch.

"Well, I'll see you soon. I have to be going now," said the immortal. His watch said three-forty-five PM now, so he had been talking to Bulma and the Devil Duo for almost ten minutes, all of which could have been spent in getting his black tea and then getting back home to await Gohan. But now Kakkhan also had news for Gohan: it was clearly time to start their plans in motion, no matter what.

Of course, Goten and Trunks immediately protested, and even Bulma wanted to stay and chat a while longer. But the reason that the trio had come to Blue Star City in the first place was to come to an action figure convention that was supposed to start, oh, five minutes ago. Still, she lingered, as Kakkhan reassured Goten and Trunks they'd meet again.

"Don't worry, guys, I'll visit really soon. Not this week, or next," and this was said for reasons of preparation, mainly for Gohan, "but maybe the week after that. Is that okay?" he asked to the enthusiastic nods of the Devil Duo. "All right then, see you in three weeks," he finished, standing up and giving both Goten and Trunks an affectionate ruffle of the hair as he did so. He turned to Bulma and saw she was smiling, and nodded to her in acknowledgement of the date. He turned back to Goten and Trunks one last time, to say goodbye, then strode back down the sidewalk, and did not look back.

When Gohan got home that day, at five-thirty-eight that evening, he found Kakkhan waiting for him in the living room, nonchalantly sipping some black tea. Kakkhan looked up at him and said clearly in his blunt, to-the-point-manner,

"Get ready, Gohan. We're visiting Capsule Corps in three weeks."

A/n: So very sorry that I took so long in updating this fic. My computer crashed, so I was left with a feeling of horror and resignation at having to rewrite the chapters again. As such I decided to wait until my computer got fixed and see if I couldn't retrieve the files for Kakkhan so that I wouldn't have to rewrite anything. But then, I found a floppy disk that I distinctly remembered to one full of stories, and behold! Kakkhan 2.2 was on the disk! I'm so happy now, because then I can finally update and not have to rewrite anything! (Dances around gleefully)

…I feel so proud of myself.

But, anyways… That's why I took so bloody damn long. Yup.

…I'm so lazy. :D Yup.

I also apologize if this chapter was short in story content. It wasn't that exciting, either, and so it's a major disappointment after so long. It kind of picks up next chapter though, although I'm at a roadblocks with that chapter, as well, so expect major delays with this story. Don't worry, though, you still get your sneak preview. :P I know how you guys just love your sneak previews. (Grins evilly)

As an extra note, when Gohan's around normal people, he's going to be called Menrui, conversation-wise. But when he's with Kakkhan and they're alone, he's going to be called Gohan, also conversation-wise. Narratively, when there's no dialogue present, it's Gohan as well. You'll see what I mean next chapter, so if you're confused, that's perfectly fine... (Narrows eyes)

Extra Note2: Along the same lines as the first note, it says that Gohan's "real" name is Chikurro. This is going to be used very rarely, only when there are to be formal introductions, and these will be few. Keep an eye out for it, though, for there will be some. The reason that Gohan was given a different "real" name was so that the Z-senshi wouldn't think that the past Gohan was actually the present-timeline Gohan, who's actually Kakkhan, and all that balderdash, blah, blah, blah, blah. It's also got something to do with Giendon and the Laniins, but that doesn't really matter as much as the other reasons. :D

SNEAK PREVIEW OF: The Paradoxes' Introduction

The Paradoxes marched up the wide tiled steps before them, Kakkhan with sure, confident steps, Gohan with less sure, more insecure steps, but no less ground-covering than his twin's strides. They stopped only a second at the sliding doors to the residential quarters before they barged in, both to catch their breaths and to wait for the infernally slow technology to open in the first place. It simply must be a delay tactic designed by Bulma so that she and the families living at Capsule could get ready for whoever was calling. Hmph.

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Thanks Tobi for your excellent work! Be sure to remind Fal-chan to provide Japanese translations after every chapter! She forgot last time/Is majorly affronted/ Also, tell Autumn to get her sorry butt over here and inspire me, this instant/Stamps foot/

Utada's Final Distance? Gackt's Arritake no Ai de? WHAT!

Yes, Sasu-kun is a pervert. We know that very well. /Smiles weirdly as eye starts twitching/

Where's Yuki! How's Kyoku? Yes, the dragon boy missed you very much... Yikes. Rei... Rei's doing fine. He's perched on my shoulder right now, actually, and is screaming in my ear "TELL FALCON IT'S GREAT OVER HERE!" I told you, so now he can calm down! Yes, Rei, calm down! Sheesh. (Rubs ear) Yowch.

Hiaburi: Yes, I finally got the second part up! I updated, and thanks!

Thanks go to DBZ Chick1, Salazarfalcon, Hiaburi, and FoS for my four precious reviews! Arigatou! (Bows deeply)

So the Paradoxes have an appointment with the Z-senshi in a few weeks? But, wait, I thought that only Kakkhan was invited? And what's with Menrui/Gohan's drawing teacher facing difficulties in challenging him? Is there any particular reason that was placed there? Or was it just to make the chapter longer? See what Kakkhan and the drawing teacher are up to, next Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter!

I'll try to get the next chapter up for you guys sooner, but no guarantees. I'm going away with my whole sophomore class on the second week of March to Washington D.C., and then I have spring break a week after that. I will try and get some major writing done during those times, but right now I have a research paper to do serious work on and other homework assignments to do, so be patient and bear with me here. I'm trying, but I'm only human.

Despite the fact that some people at my school seem to think otherwise…. (Scowls)

Well, hishi za cagarea!

TheShadowPanther and Allati, from AASN

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Updated 02.25.05