Shun Goku WTF! Chapter 2, a Sailor Moon + Street Fighter Crossover fanfic

A Little earlier than anticipated, but considering the reaction the first chapter recieved, I figured what the hell.

This chapter mostly focuses on the after effects of the fight between Gouki and Dan, you'llhave towait until the end to see what happened to our heroes.

Dan: Does Gouki qualify as a Hero?

Gouki: *growl*

Dan: AH! Don't kill me!

Roll camera

Round 2.

The weeks following the events at the World Warrior Tournament were solemn indeed. Word had spread of Dan's, no doubt 'epic', battle with Gouki, the infamous Master of Fists. People that had scorned the master of Saikyo-ryu now spoke of him in hushed disbelief, as one would a terrier that stared down a lion, or rather a panzer tank.

Scientists and forensics experts had flocked to the crater to examine it, and all agreed, possibly for the first time, that there was absolutely no trace of either fighter to be found, as if they'd been rendered to their composite atoms and scattered in all directions in the blasts epicenter.

This did NOTHING to curb the Street Fighter grapevine, and within another week, fighters from all around the globe were flocking to what was now being referred to as 'The Crater', some simply trying to see if it was true, others wishing wholeheartedly that it wasn't.

One of the former was the world renowned Emperor of Muay-Thai and reformed Shadow law operative Sagat. The giant, bald-headed Thai towered over the rest of the onlookers standing at the lip of said crater, his sole eye narrowed as he gazed down at the scene before him. Sagat knew he was flawed, only recently, with the aid of Dhalsim and a moment of epiphany, had he and Ryu put their differences aside and come to consider each other as rivals, rather than mortal enemies. The Scar on his chest, once a mark of his grudge against the bandana sporting street fighter, he now carried as a badge of honor, a tribute to one of the few people to have knocked him from his feet.

His right eye, gouged out from an accidental blow of a rival long-since dead, twinged behind his eye patch as he gaze down at the spot said rival's son had, finally, bitten off more than he could chew.

'Was it my fault for throwing the match to him?' the giant wondered, recalling the bumbling, pink-robed son of Go Hibiki as he swore revenge for his murdered sire before him all those years ago, hounding his footsteps for a challenge that Sagat finally granted over a year ago 'Had I pounded some sense into him, would things have turned out differently?'

Another notable figure stood in the crowd, though whilst Sagat easily stood out with his impressive height, build, and eye-catching scar, this warrior chose to remain in shadow, gazing down at Gouki's last battleground alongside the milling crowd.

'It just doesn't seem probable…' Gen muttered, the ancient assassin's pale, pupil-less eyes narrowing at The Crater 'and yet, here is irrefutable proof.'

Gen, upon hearing the news of the battle had actually turned own a contract kill from the triads, something only HE could get away with, to find out if this was truth or whether someone was trying to pull a fast one. He'd honestly been more incline towards the latter, especially when he learned that Gouki had been fighting Dan Hibiki when he'd apparently 'vanished', but the old master was one of the few, if the only, to have survived the Master of Fists' vaunted Shun Goku Satsu technique, and could tell by the remaining aura of chi and murderous intent that had embedded itself in The Crater that Gouki had indeed seen fit to use said move on the buffoon at the least.

But that was where things got a little strange, for while he could detect the lingering traces of the murderous chi of the Shun Goku Satsu, there was a second, almost undetectable chi, that to his finely honed senses, felt strangely similar, but at the same time the exact opposite of Gouki's own.

'It's almost as if he ran smack dab into a mirror…' Gen muttered, trying to visualize two Gouki's performing Shun Goku Satsu on one another 'But no…the second chi has no killing intent whatsoever…even if it did mimic his movements, the Shun Goku Satsu wouldn't have activated.'

Stroking his beard in thought, the one-time master of Chun-Li and former scourge of the Chinese triads retreated back into the crowd, his mind whirling in thought, even as Sagat left to contemplate this recent turn of events himself.

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"Still can't believe he's gone…" Ken muttered, sitting on the porch of his villa in Okayama, tossing an energy drink to Ryu, who caught it out of mid-air, the two having just finished a grueling spar "I mean…sure he was annoying and all…" he scowled, recalling the ribbing he and Sean had received, not to mention various other instances where Dan let his mouth run "…really…REALLY annoying…but he was the kind of annoying that grew on ya."

Ryu nodded, recalling Dan's antics at the dojo, how he'd one time tried to convince Gouken to take him back in, only to be roped into a challenge against both Ken and Ryu. Ryu had to chuckle at that memory, while he wasn't one to pick on the weak, there was just something quite satisfying about watching Dan soar through the air courtesy of a Shoryuken to the kisser…the man had turned being pummeled into an art of its own really.

"I mean, he was like the background noise in a crowded hallway..." Ken continued, shaking his head "Like if you turned round in the street you'd see him there, rolling around like the idiot he was or striking poses for little kids." He rolled his eyes "You know, I think I saw a few of his students coming back from a lesson once…not a bruise on them."

"Not all teachers use their hands to do so." Ryu reminded the pan-American champion, though Gouken had been pretty hands on in his teachings himself. He believed it developed character.

"Yeah I know, but get this!" Ken insisted, waving his hands wide for emphasis, sending his drink all over the place "The little munchkins were actually grinning! Kept going on about how 'cool' 'Dan-sensei' was!"

"Dan always did have a way with kids." Ryu noted with a small smile, recalling the times when young visitors to the temple would laugh at the antics of Gouken's most…eccentric student, while their chaperones spoke with the master, paying their respects.

Sakura sat, huddled with her head in her knees in the silent, empty halls of the Saikyo-Ryu dojo. While the halls were normally empty anyways, as Dan's clientele wasn't that good, the wooden structure seemed even more so without it's master's seemingly limitless energy bouncing around inside it.

'It's just not the same without Hibiki-san…' the teenager note, watching the phantom images of the man as he cavorted around the place, showing off his moves and getting injured in the process. Not that it mattered, most of his students were little kids that joined up because A, they thought he was funny, and B, their parents believed this was a better after-school activity than letting them learn REAL martial arts.

'Jerks…' she muttered, having overheard one group of mothers saying just as much as she walked past the dojo towards home 'Sure he's nowhere near Ryu-san's level, but Hibiki-san's a decent fighter!' she lowered her head 'He is…'

"Sakura?" a guttural voice called out, drawing her attention to 'Jimmy' Blanka, Dan's closest friend and the 'legendary wild-man of Brazil' as he came in with some snacks "Want some?"

Sakura smiled at the man, a little bemused at how used to him the area had gotten to the feral looking, green-skinned man with the shocking orange mane. But then again, they'd come to associate him with Hibiki-san, and while the master of Saikyo-ryu was a little…alright, he was several types of odd, it didn't change the fact he looked out for the community…and was pretty good with kids too.

"Brought some bento…" Blanka offered, handing her one of the cheap, store bought lunch-boxes that he and Dan tended to live on, which surprisingly enough, tasted pretty damn good all things considered.

"Thanks, Jimmy-san." The teenage street fighter offered, accepting the dish and tucking into it ravenously, though not with her usual energy, which Blanka noted with a most solemn expression.

"It's just not the same…" the wild man muttered, eyeing his own barely touched box lunch with a sigh, recalling how he and Dan would battle it out for the little sausage figures, one of the few times Dan was actually nigh unbeatable, it was actually scary how hunger could make his friend so dangerous.

"I know what you mean…" Sakura sighed, looking down at the floor "Hibiki-san always seemed to liven the place up…" she eyed the unnaturally silent walls with sad eyes "It's just not the same without him here."

Blanka said nothing, merely sitting there next to his friend, the two sharing their grief in silence as they recalled the man they'd both come to love in their own way as a friend.

Were it not for Dan, Blanka would most likely never have stepped out into the human world, the bumbling, pink clad man having stumbled into his jungle abode and gotten lost trying to find the way out, half-starved and covered in jungle-scum and feces. Blanka had dragged the semi-conscious man to a river and promptly dunked him in it, prompting a sputtering revival as Dan simultaneously washed the filth of days off his frame and drank his fill, somehow managing to trap a fish or three in the folds of his gi.

Blanka had watched the man as he lit a fire, mesmerized by the crackling flames, only to snap out of his thoughts as Dan offered him one of the fish, fried to a crisp and smelling absolutely delicious.

"You saved my life back there!" the younger Dan had exclaimed, a beaming smile on his face as he munched on his own fish "You're a man among men my friend!"

Of course, Blanka hadn't spoken to another human for years, not many dared to traverse so deeply into the Brazilian rainforest he'd claimed as home, so it took some time for him to remember how to speak human. But then it took almost a week for Dan to find the exit, so he had plenty of time to learn about the outside world.

A knock at the door drew the wild man out of his thoughts, looking to Sakura in confusion, the girl returning the gesture before getting up to answer the door. She blinked, eyes widening slightly at the gaggle of kids that had formed outside, some with their training gear already on, others holding small backpacks.

"S-sakura-sempai…" one of them asked, using the title Dan had insisted they call her by. He was one of the regulars to the class, who had for most of his young life been unable to join a club because of health problems. One week after joining his breathing had eased and he found himself actually able of keeping up with the other kids during playtime. "Is…Dan-sensei really gone?"

"He's not gone for good…right?" a large boy asked, once the source of ridicule for his weight, now a force to be reckoned with, for a middle-schooler, in the ring.

Sakura eyed the group in amazement, taking in their desperate, longing gazes, realizing for the first time just the kind of impact Dan had on their little lives, before smiling at them and stepping out to greet them. "Heck no!" she insisted, striking a pose with one fist held up to her face, the other on her hip "He's just on a training trip! When he gets back here he'll be even stronger than ever!" she grinned at them "In the meantime, what say we keep up our training so he won't be disappointed in us when he gets back?!"

"YOSHAAA!" the youths cheered, striking little fists into the air as they charged into the dojo, a bewildered Blanka watching on as they quickly began running through their katas under the watchful eye of a beaming Sakura, who laughed and guided them through them with a smile on her face.

'Sakura…' Blanka muttered, watching the young woman as she laughed at a little girl that had knocked an older boy to the floor 'You're a lot stronger than you look.'

Detective Chun-Li Xiang sighed as she leant back in her chair, pushing her glasses up as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. The Interpol officer was dressed in a sleeveless blouse and black pants instead of her traditional fighting outfit, a pair of sensible shoes adorning her feet, rather than the white, lace-up boots.

She was just finished her report on the event from the world Warrior tournament, more specifically the last sighting of both the infamous Master of Fists and the comical Dan Hibiki. The office was still in shock over the outcome of the finals, everyone who had known Ryu and Ken were competing had placed money on either of the Ansatsuken fighters to come out on top.

It almost made Chun-Li's day to learn that Dan's coming second had ruined so many wagers. Almost.

She sighed, looking over the pink clad man's admittedly very short profile in the Street Fighter Database. All notable martial artists had at least one file, particularly those that had run-ins with Shadow-law. The sole exceptions were, of course, Gouki, who was damn near impossible to find if he didn't want to be, her own master, Gen, who had enough ties to ensure he remained off the record, and Dan, whom no-one ever deemed worthy of more than a short paragraph or three.

Chun-Li had to admit even she, despite having met the man before, didn't really know the bumbling buffoon that well. He was crass, loved his food, was generally upstanding despite his tendency to put his foot in his mouth, and from a normal persons point of view, was a competent martial artist. True she'd seen better, you didn't earn the title of strongest woman in the world without going through a few challengers first, but Chun Li had to admit there had never been a fighter like Dan.

'A lot of his moves were eerily similar to Ryu and Masters' style…' she noted, 'Albeit horribly lacking in power.' She corrected, having seen the devastation the two fighters could do with a simple uppercut compared to Dan's own. 'If anything, it was like he only grasped the idea of the moves, not the heart of them.'

Shaking her head, she closed the window on her computer and stretched, getting up off her chair to grab a coffee from the pot in the hallway, just in time to see her chief coming towards her with some stiff in a suit. "Li, this is Rokubunji from the Japanese branch." The chief introduced, frowning at her raised eyebrow "He's here to talk about the…incident, at the tournament." He nodded at the man "She'll set you right."

"Rokubunji?" Chun-Li repeated, earning a bemused, long suffering grin from the man, who shrugged helplessly as he shook her hand. 'No real strength...probably works out to stay fit but that's it.' she noted.

"Freak coincidence." He assured her, his face young, the smile that graced it good natured, as if it came easily to him "You wouldn't believe the gripe I've gotten over the years lemme tell you."

Chun-Li nodded, gesturing for him to enter her office as she closed the door behind them "You wanted to talk to me about something?" she asked, pulling up a chair as the man sat across from her.

"Yes." Rokubunji nodded, pulling out a file from his briefcase "The Japanese government has been in quite an uproar after the recent events, The Master of Fists is infamous in his notoriety after all." He shook his head "We've been after him for years, but the fact is we've never gotten a good case. The only actual times he's murdered, the victims have been megalomaniacs like Vega."

'And no-one would want to arrest the man for THAT.' Chun-Li muttered, recalling the original Vega with a growl 'Hell, they probably threw Gouki a parade the first time he killed the bastard.'

"As it stands though," Rokubunji continued, "The Master of Fists…Gouki is it?" he asked, continuing at her nod, "Has come synonymous with fear in the martial arts underworld…many organizations fear to step up to claim Shadowlaw's former rank because it may draw his attention to them."

He passed her a file, Chun-Li looking it over with growing alarm at the sheer number of fledgling crime-groups that had sprung up since the fall of Vega's original organization. "In short," Rokubunji continued "We were hoping that Interpol would agree to ensure that rumours of his demise were…exaggerated?"

"Basically you want us to pretend that Gouki survived the explosion?" Chun-Li asked, cocking an eyebrow at the man as he nodded conspiratorially at her, his eyes solemn "What about Hibiki?"

"Who? Oh, the man he fought…" Rokubunji recalled, flipping through his notes for a moment "Yes…tragic that…we've already set up a small, private service for him…he doesn't seem to have any family anywhere."

Chun-Li flinched at that. She had been a rookie officer at the time, set to tailing Sagat, who had recently joined up with Shadowlaw. She'd witnessed as one of his rivals, a prodigal mixed-martial arts practitioner called Go, had accosted the emperor of Muay-Thai, the resulting battle costing the bald giant his eye, and the man his life. 'I actually had to hold Dan back to keep him from getting killed.' She muttered, recalling the struggles of the emotional man as he reached towards his fallen father 'Man...talk about karma.'

"In any case," Rokubunji muttered, "We intend to let the rumors filter steadily into the grapevine first…maybe set up a few 'sightings' now and again." He looked up at the inspector "I know you aren't one for such subterfuge Inspector Li, but it's this or we'll be swamped by renegade Street Fighting gangs turned drug lords."

Chun-Li nodded, holding out a hand to shake the man's hand in agreement, calling out to him as he left her office. "Out of curiosity…" she asked, her face completely straight as he turned to look at her "What was your first name?"

"Shinji." The man offered, a self-mocking smirk on his youngish face at the ribbing he'd suffered at a child "Laughs all around back then."

"Yo Sean!" one of the teen's friends called out from a car as they watched the Brazilian practicing his moves at the Masters' beach house "We heard you got your ass handed to you by Dan! You bugging man?"

"Yo!" Sean yelled pointing at the gang with a frown "Don't be dissing Dan A'ight? That mutha's tight so far as I'm concerned!"

The group blinked, one of them sliding his shades off to make sure this was actually Sean they were talking to. After all, Sean was always mouthing off and flying off the handle at being compared to the pink clad street fighter, hell, he's actually turned 'Don't call me Dan!' into a slogan amongst his growing fan base. "Dude…you feelin' alright?" one of them asked, looking the sweating teen over as he started doing light jabs, bouncing on his feet on the sand.

"Fine…" Sean shot back, a little breathlessly as he dodged around an invisible opponent. But truth be told, Ken Master's disciple was anything BUT fine.

True, when he'd come to in the infirmary at the tournament, he'd had to be tied down to keep from wigging out at the fact that he'd lost to Dan. In public no less! On pay per view, global satellite transmission! The ribbing he got from Ken hadn't been a slice either. But then he'd heard about Dan going toe-to toe Gouki.

The Goddamned Master of Fists himself, famed for only challenging worthy opponents, and for repeatedly beating Ryu into the pavement, had actually challenged the master of Saikyo-ryu to a fight!

Suddenly being compared to the pink-clad man wasn't so bad…but Sean'd be DAMNED if he let anyone think he was any less than the man.

KLUNK!

"SUNNUVA-!" the Brazilian cursed, having accidentally stubbed his tow against the hubcap of his gangs' ride, the group laughing their asses off as he hobbled around holding his abused foot. It seemed that Dan had some competition after all.

A few weeks later, and a small service was held on Gouken's temple, which Ryu and Ken had agreed, as the point of origin, was a fitting place for Dan's saga to end.

Quite a few people had shown up, most of them Street Fighters but a few people from Dan's neighborhood had also come to pay their respects.

Blanka was there, looking uncomfortable in a rent-a-tux that was intended for a man two sizes smaller, his mother fussing at him to quit pulling at his tie, the woman having flown all the way from Brazil to be here.

Sakura was there, of course, holding a picture of the late master of Saikyo-ryu, dressed up in her schools formal uniform of lieu of a black dress, a somber looking Karin Kanzuki standing next to her, dressed, of course, in a designer model black gown.

Ryu and Ken, the former dressed in a black Karate Gi, stood nearby, watching the proceedings, Ken with his arm around a pregnant Eliza, both dressed in more traditional European funeral garb. Edward Honda had come as well, both at Ryu's invitation and out of respect for a 'fellow Japanese fighter', the former yokozuna decked out in a tux that fit him rather well.

Chun Li attended in a formal dress suit, black professional skirt and jacket over a white blouse, with her hair done up in its traditional buns. Beside her stood long-time friend Cammy White, on leave from Delta Red and dressed in a dress uniform for the occasion, her young face notably somber.

Sagat had surprised everyone by attending his funeral, showing up dressed in a rather well cut suit that looked like hadn't been worn for some time, but no-one refused him and he didn't make excuses, merely nodded at Ryu and stood there, looking down at the headstone that had been erected for Go's son.

A priest came and said a few words, lighting the incense and chanting the sutras over Dan's photo whilst the onlookers watched on. And then it was over, everyone bowing their respects to the photo, then each other, before going about their business.

In the minds of the Street Fighter community, Dan Hibiki was finally at peace.

'Oh god…' Dan moaned, his eyes screwed shut as he lay spread-eagled on the floor, the sounds of traffic and pedestrian footsteps not too far away 'What the hell hit me…'

Opening his eyes, the master of Saikyo-ryu was met with the blurry, shadowed view of a deserted alleyway, well, deserted save for the sacks of pungent garbage that…now that he thought of it…smelled pretty damn good.

'Okay…the hell did I do last night?' Dan muttered, shaking his head to clear such thoughts out of his head. If garbage was stating to smell appetizing he MUST be hung over 'Last thing I remember was that red-eyed guy coming at me…'

"Finally awake are we?" a dark, murderous voice growled, Dan whirling, round, only to stumble to the floor, blinking through the dizziness at the dark end of the alley, a familiar pair off red eyes glaring out at him.

"You!" he yelled, leaping to his feet, only to stumble again as he tried to stand upright, his spine protesting the movement and forcing him on all fours "Come back for round two have ya?!"

"Unbelievable…" the voice growled, a strange tone to it, like a cat's, as the crimson eyes drew closer "To think I could be brought so low by such a buffoon…"

Dan blinked, wondering what on earth his attacker was going on about, his eyes widening as the crimson orbs drew closer, their owner stepping out of the shadows to reveal…a black cat with a mane of spiky red fur, the kanji for 'Ten' on it's forehead. "…What the hell?" he muttered, staring face to face with the rather grumpy looking feline as it glared at him "A Nekomata?"

The cat swiped it's claws across his face, eyes blazing with killing intent as it did so "DO I LOOK LIKE A NEKOMATA YOU BUFOON?!" It bellowed, in a voice identical to a certain Master of Fists, crimson waves rising off the fur in it's ire.

Dan howled and bowled over backwards, pressing his hands to his face, only to blink as he realized they weren't his hands, but paws, and that his handsome face felt undeniably…hairy.

Looking into a nearby puddle, the master of Saikyo-Ryu gaped in horror at the pink furred, brown forelock sporting face of the cat gazing back at him and let out a howl that scared every bird within the city block into flight.

And so the adventure begins...

Bet none of you saw THIS one coming...except the precious few I spilled the beans with earlier of course.

What? You didn't think I'd just toss two Street Fighters into the plotline for Sailor Moon without SOME kind of hindrance did you? No offense but Even Dan could take on the Youma and villians in that show without a struggle, adding Gouki to the mix is just plain overkill.

You'll get a proper description of Neko Dan and Gouki in Chapter three...if you send in plenty of reviews that is.

Neko-Gouki: You will do so...or I will *pauses, glares at Dan*

Neko-Dan: *paused while licking groin*...Whuht?

R&R plz!