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.
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Last time on Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter—
Janden grimly waded through the bodies of the werewolf spiders lying everywhere. He was heading for the hangar of the Ahforshem, knocking down all of the Kjordians in his way, to tell the pilots to let loose the bittumê.
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Non-translated Laniin
Translated Laniin
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Chapter Ten: Total Extermination
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Balannon ducked under a swinging wide spider-leg attack from a Kjordian and jabbed into its underbelly a second later. The werewolf spider died with a shriek that went unheard, for the Gorthan was already deflecting the attack of another Kjordian. He had finished off the one that was about to pounce on Aslib and had received the fighting master's thanks. He looked around and suddenly saw Janden the Laniin streaking across Kjordian bodies in the direction of the ship. His face was set and grim, as if he didn't want to do this, and his stride was hurried, giving Balannon a very bad feeling.
Cautiously, Balannon touched Janden's mind. What he saw sent him reeling back. The bittumê! Were they really going to release that supernova-powered nerve gas? If they did, then not only were Kjordians going to die, so would everyone else on the field! This was unacceptable.
Balannon started forward, but a funny feeling told him to duck, which he did. A spear sailed over his head and stuck fast into the ground before him, giving him an idea. First, he had to get rid of the Kjordian that had thrown it, however.
Turning back, the Gorthan saw that Janden was within range of the bridge of the Ahforshem. Lunging forward, Balannon snatched up the spear and heaved it forward with a surge of energy. The spear soared into the air, but Balannon was unable to see where it landed, for another werewolf spider had gotten up the temerity to engage him in mortal combat.
Unbeknownst to the Gorthan, a certain Saiyan had sent out a wave of ki. This wave had cleaved clear through four bodies of Kjordians and sailed on to intercept Janden. Kakkhan, too, had seen Janden in such a tearing hurry, and had also figured out that the Laniin was carrying orders dealing with the supply of bittumê. So he had sent out a rolling energy wave and had sent it to Janden, but making sure it would cut through the ranks of Kjordians in front of him, so that he killed two birds with one stone. The ki hit Janden in the knees, tripping the Laniin and temporarily disabling him so that he couldn't walk. Hopefully by the time the Ambulatory Crew got to him, the battle would be over.
A Kjordian spear stabbed into the ground just by Janden's head. Kakkhan didn't hesitate; he picked the heavy weapon up and walloped Janden hard over the head with the butt, knocking him unconscious from behind. The Laniin would be safe from the Kjordians, for the werewolf spiders couldn't see very well; thus they only attacked things that moved. Everything else was nothing to be concerned about, to their loss.
Kakkhan twirled the new weapon around and cut with it into yet another Kjord pirate. Yanking the weapon free, he kicked the spider down and whirled to stop another spider's advance. He conjured another Spirit Blade and ran both the new Kjordian and the one jumping around crazily, with it. Leaping over the heads of more lumbering his way, he blasted them all with a ki wave and sped on towards Balannon. Along the way he slashed in half another Kjordian, preventing a spider from killing that burdensome Human girl for the third time.
The Human looked around wildly for him, but Kakkhan ignored her and charged on. Finally, he reached Balannon and felled two Kjord invaders about to converge on him. As the Gorthan killed two others, Kakkhan stepped to his side.
Balannon! the Saiyan panted. The Gorthan swung to him, pounding a Kjordian back, and stilled as he saw Kakkhan. His mouth dropped open, but the Saiyan didn't allow him to speak. Balannon, we have to join together and be a team. We have to use the Genesis Blade!
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When Balannon saw Kakkhan fighting beside him, a look of concentrated nothingness on his face, all time stopped. It was if the Kaios had heard his selfish wish and had granted it. The Saiyan's presence lit a fire within Balannon, one that had long lay dead and black, but was now burning mercilessly with no respite. It was literally as if a bright light had been turned on in an extremely dark room, pitch-black, and Balannon welcomed the familiar feeling with as much whole-hearted relief.
Balannon, Kakkhan said again. He swung his Blade and his spear at a particularly impudent Kjordian, even as Balannon lashed out at more. We have to join together and be a team. We have to use the Genesis Blade!
There was a pause as both of the fighters crouched against a volley of Kjordian attacks. They beat them back, but more just came on, so Balannon put a hand out and created in a flash of light a Spirit Barrier, only to find that Kakkhan had done the same, the Saiyan using ki. The barriers melded together into one emerald green shield; both of the warriors flinched as a Kjordian crashed into it and obtained a severe electrocution for his efforts.
Another flash of light called the warriors' attention to behind them; the barrier had zapped five Kjordians at once. They were no longer moving, not even twitching, which meant that both the souls and the bodies of the spiders had been touched. Their barrier was a fantastic blend of ki and Spirit, using the heat and physical attacks of ki and borrowing the spiritual properties of Spirit to execute any opponents who dared to come near.
The warriors looked at each other, impressed.
Balannon grinned at Kakkhan, who seemed surprised by the gesture. You were saying about teamwork?
The surprised look persisted, then vanished as Kakkhan smirked back at him. Balannon's heart lifted at the warmly familiar sight, and the fire within blazed hotter.
I was, wasn't I? Kakkhan said, an eyebrow raising as he examined the green barrier again. How come we didn't make anything like that before? he asked, half to himself.
A cheerful shrug answered him, this and We were busy working on the Genesis Blade. We didn't really focus on anything else.
Balannon's grin had faded when Kakkhan looked back at him. The Saiyan nodded at his (former?) friend and turned away from the hybrid barrier.
Are you going to warn them, or shall I? Kakkhan asked as he positioned himself so that his back touched Balannon's. He discarded the spear in his left hand and pulled out a Spirit Blade instead, since Balannon was right-hand dominant. It helped that Kakkhan now felt more comfortable with his left hand than with his right, or this would be a little more complicated than it was already. This was something that neither of them needed, for it was already a risk that neither Kakkhan nor Balannon had done this move in a long time, as neither could do the attack without the other.
I'll do it, Balannon replied. Kakkhan, nodding, kept an eye on the emerald barrier as the Gorthan yelled telepathically to everyone on the planet,
'Everyone raise up your Spirit Shields! We're going to use the Genesis Blade!'
Kakkhan watched as all action stilled. He couldn't tell, but he thought that there seemed to be a moment of panic amongst the proper inhabitants of Giendon. Then he saw blue rings of light popping up everywhere, all of these creating walls between their protegees and their numerous enemies. Balannon relaxed behind him and watched and felt with the Saiyan as every Giendonese inhabitant all over the planet created Spirit Shields.
The Gorthan tensed up again as he remembered one critical thing.
What about the unconscious people? Iyo's over there! Balannon started to walk out of the emerald shield, but Kakkhan held him back.
It doesn't work on them, remember? This kind of Spirit attack only works on things that are conscious, Kakkhan reminded him. He let go as the Gorthan calmed and smiled sheepishly at the Saiyan.
Oh, yeah, Balannon responded, laughing at himself. Kakkhan simply shook his head and commented dryly, You haven't changed much, Bal.
The Gorthan's smile grew stronger at the mention of the nickname, but he said nothing as they placed themselves back-to-back again. The Saiyan and the Gorthan joined hands and stood straight, even as their Spirit weapons rest next to each other in their hands. Neither paid any attention to the humming sound that emanated from the Blade and the Genesis from being so close to each other; both of them were focused on the task.
With a snap, the emerald barrier exploded as the two warriors shouted in unison, their voices blending harmoniously together even now, GENESIS BLADE!
Pain surged through the heads of everyone within a three-kilometer radius of them as their presence skyrocketed. It was huge, oppressing everyone and pushing them down into the ground, the pain causing them to scream, scream for forgiveness, for mercy, for it to end their lives so that the pain would just stop...!
Balannon's eyes were white, completely white, and he was gasping. Kakkhan had so much Spirit power! It was so much tat he almost couldn't handle it in combination with his own; he felt like he was drowning in it, that it would over take him and leave him as nothing, not even as a shell of empty Gorthan flesh. The only thing that Balannon could do was to try to match it with his own power, to let loose the Spirit levels that he had never touched before, to try to rise above it all so that he could reconvene with Kakkhan, who was waiting for him...
And suddenly, he found that he could do, that he was doing, just that. Blue fire shimmered, distorting the air, around the mismatched pair, the Saiyan and the Gorthan locked together in a deadly embrace. The Spirit Blade and Genesis in the pair's interlaced hands were positively shrieking now as they fused together into one. The Genesis snaked around the Blade and soldered itself onto the latter, making an implement of war that looked like a sword with a wingless dragon carved along the blade of the Blade. This was the Genesis Blade, and it had the capability of wiping out a whole race (or three armies) in one planet-covering blow.
This was the intention of both Balannon and Kakkhan, who were now both controlling the huge column of Spirit fire, their white eyes showing no indication that they were susceptible to mercy or remorse. The ones who looked upon them through the soul-searing pain, even the Kjordians (especially the Kjordians, as they were not able to summon Spirit Shields, even if they had been able to understand Balannon's warning) could only think that they were about to die.
It would be a welcome relief if that were so.
As both Kakkhan and Balannon were ready, it was time. Both opened their mouths and called, in voices totally unlike them, OBLITERATE!
An echoing BANG was all the warning that anyone got, and then silence, as the Genesis Blade blew outwards. The column of light burst outwards, the sheer force of the energy streaking everywhere, stopping any sound. The only thing that was able to be registered was a ring of blue light so fast it appeared infinitely slow, that everything appeared to be infinitely slow. The Kjordians who came in contact with it were erased instantly; nothing they did prevented their demise.
The ones which had Spirit Shields had those Shields ripped violently out of their hands; they were knocked flat on their backs from the strength of the Spirit energy as easily as if they were toys being flung down. The Giendonese Warriors were robbed of their dynamism, as well, so they could do nothing but lie where they were and stare up at the light-blue light that was washing over them.
So it was in this way that the Genesis Blade swept over the entire planet, whether or not it was protected by a spaceship, and killed all of the Kjordians. A few of the Giendonese Warriors were killed, as well, although these were mostly the ones that didn't know about the Genesis Blade. A few did not believe that the Genesis Blade would be performed; fewer still did not get the telepathic message completely. Rerun, Kakkhan's first training master, was lost because of the last reason; he was one of two who did not get it and did not put up Spirit Shields. There were two who didn't get it but put up Spirit Shields anyway because that was what everyone else was doing.
However, these casualties were a small price to pay compared the bigger one that would have been extracted if the Genesis Blade had not been performed. The bittumê would have cost everyone who was out on the field, Giendonese Warriors and Kjordians alike, their lives, the deaths a ferocious tally ascending into the millions. Without either of the bittumê or the Genesis Blade, the situation would have been worse. The Kjordians would have completely eliminated the Mnemenots and the Laniins with the taking out of the Ahforshem and, from there, would have been free to take over the planet.
Instead of two races being obliterated in a single day, and individual members of countless others, only one race was deleted, and nothing changed.
There are some debates going on about whether or not that is a good thing.
As the Genesis Blade Energy met itself on the far side of the planet, it created an aftershock wave that was nevertheless not harmful compared to its parent. The aftershock allowed Balannon and Kakkhan to go, leaving the two warriors to lean on each other to keep from collapsing.
Whew... Balannon sighed. We did it... after all.He was leaning completely on Kakkhan with no shame, all of his muscles feeling like they had turned to blue slimy goo. Kakkhan was a little better off, his hard three-years' training paying off yet again. In fact, the Saiyan was able to stand straight, as long as he allowed himself several moments to recover from being dizzy. Balannon's heavy weight did not help matters, but Kakkhan had never been one to complain when it really mattered.
Yes... thank Kami, Kakkhan responded, heaving a tired sigh. The breath flew upwards, blowing up with it small black spikes. The energy had again left Kakkhan's hair, and the Saiyan was too tired to do anything about it. But, on second thought... maybe he'd better.
Another sigh resulted in Kakkhan's hair flaring up again, although it was decidedly less defiant against gravitation than "normal" for a Saiyan. Kakkhan simply shrugged inwardly, sending a weary whatever to the trunk at his core, from which Menrui was cautiously emerging. 'Come on out, Ru. You'll want to see this part.' The demi-Saiyan was then much less hesitant at coming out, though he refused to let out the shrieking orb of light with him.
'Thanks,' Kakkhan muttered to Menrui, whom merely sat down where he was and watched the trunk hop about insanely as the light orb trapped inside tried with all its might to get out. The crate was latched tightly shut, however, and Kakkhan paid it no heed.
He had something else to occupy his time.
Kakkhan? Balannon asked, swaying as he finally attempted to get up on his own (two?) feet. Kakkhan kept a hand on him for support, then lifted it as Balannon steadied himself. The Saiyan lifted his head to look the seven-foot tall alien in the eyes, and answered,
Yes?
Balannon rested a weighty hand on Kakkhan's shoulder as his world tilted again. His equilibrium still wasn't straight, but it was balanced enough for the Gorthan to inquire, Why did you leave? Four years ago?
Kakkhan, who had been expecting this question since before he arrived on Giendon, didn't answer until Balannon was stable again. If you still ask me that question, then you still do not understand, the Saiyan told his friend slowly. And I still cannot tell you.
Balannon, to Kakkhan's surprise, simply nodded. Right. There are some things that can't be explained unless they're already personally understood. I understand that, the Gorthan explained. Whoo, he said, as his equilibrium took a dive again. Fwesti, such ringing in my ears...
Language, Bal! Kakkhan scolded. He received a grin from Balannon, who was still cross-eyed at the moment, and held Balannon up again until his (former?) friend was upright.
Thanks, Khan, Balannon said. Menrui gave a twitch in Kakkhan's mind as he realized, for the first time, that he'd been calling Kakkhan what Balannon had named him. Kakkhan rolled his eyes internally at his brother's actions, as he had rolled his eyes externally many times at Balannon's.
So, will you be going home now? Or will you stay and talk to Headmistress Nirvana? Balannon continued, his quasi-emotionless mask sliding onto his face with a breath. The Saiyan looked at the Gorthan and shook his head. At which question, it was not said, but Balannon discerned what the gesture was for. Well, then, you'd better go now. They're coming towards us.
Kakkhan looked around and saw that, indeed, Laniins and fosterlings were striding in their direction, their pace slowed both by exhaustion and the Kjordian bodies lying everywhere still. As the bodies had been exorcised of their souls, they were no longer conscious, and therefore they had survived the Genesis Blade, Kakkhan realized. He looked back at the Gorthan, closed his eyes in farewell, and marched off in the other direction. Balannon called after him,
I'll be working on that leaving thing, you know! I'll find out why you left, so then you can tell me, all right?
Kakkhan looked back, his dark gaze betraying none of his feelings. Only his voice, as dry as ever, indicated his thoughts on Balannon's comment. Good luck. Knowing you, it'll be a couple of years, emotional as you are.
Balannon was taken aback for as long as Kakkhan turned around again and took a single stride. Then he laughed, a whole-hearted laugh that started in his stomach and spread cozily throughout the rest of him. The fire within him reached up higher in commemoration of that laugh, the laugh that was ringing throughout the land of Giendon like never before for eight years.
Kakkhan the Saiyan only grinned, with Menrui the demi-Saiyan, inwardly.
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Peta the Human was a very determined sort of girl. This resolve was what allowed her to easily draw up an extremely strong Spirit Shield upon Balannon-senpai's order, even though she had no idea what a "Genesis Blade" was. So it was a shock to her when her Shield crumpled easily in her hands and then blasted away. Her hands were left bleeding harshly and her thoughts were whirling around in her head as she reclined where she was, her head resting on the torso of a werewolf and her left leg propped up on the head of a fallen Wyrnth.
Her hands, though red and getting redder, were not what was foremost on Peta's mind. It was the impossibility of what had happened, that her Shield had just been tossed carelessly out of the way when it was one of the strongest in her rank. The Genesis Blade had been so strong, it had treated her like she was an ant with a leaf for protection. She didn't like the feeling, but she liked the idea of all that power...
She was definitely going to learn how to do that move one day.
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Nirvana was shocked; so shocked that she was sitting limply in a chair while staring out of the window. She had also accepted the message Balannon had sent her, even though the spaceship would not under any terms have let the blast through. But just the fact that she had seen it happen when the Gorthan had personally assured her that it couldn't be done without a certain "missing" ingredient...
She hadn't realized that Balannon had been talking about Eiranos.
Shaking, she reached out into the atmosphere before her with her mind and searched for signs of the Saiyan warrior's presence. His presence could not be found, nor could his ki. She searched harder, but she still could not find it. Even though all Giendonese warriors wore ki dampers and presence dampers, Nirvana was able to sense them. She couldn't sense Kakkhan at all.
It was not only this that puzzled Nirvana; it was how Eiranos had known to come to Giendon on this day. How had he known to come on this day and not the day before? Did he have inside help? She was almost certain that he must. It was not Balannon; the Gorthan had been stiff and not forthcoming on the subject of his best friend turned traitor, and Nirvana had seen the oceans of hurt that resided inside the thick body. It was not Janden or any of the other teachers either, although Aslib was doing suspiciously well since Kakkhan's disappearance. So it must be someone else who had known Kakkhan in his short reign at Giendon who let him know.
Therein rested the problem. Kakkhan was known by everyone on Giendon, and not just for resigning from the ranks of the Tiara fosterling army. There had been much talk flying around about the Saiyan boy's spectacular abilities and vivacious charisma; his renowned sarcastic wit was not enough to put people off of him, as his bright laughs and caring personality had been more than enough to make up for it. As a result, there had been groups of people declaring that they'd actually want to meet this Eiranos and see what he was like.
So she had to suspect all of Giendon in this conspiracy.
Ah, but it was not a conspiracy if it was for the good of all, was it? She could not call it a conspiracy, but rather...
A revolution.
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Janden turned out to have a very bad headache when he woke up. The Laniins on the Ambulatory Crew told him that he had been hit very hard over the head by a blunt object; the Laniin had retorted that they would have to rephrase that. He had been struck over the head by a very blunt object. Heavy, too. But before that, he had been crippled by a ki wave of some sort (an injury that was surprisingly easy to heal, he was told, much to his chagrin), and felled two kilometers away from the bridge of the Ahforshem with his dangerous news.
The Laniin had been extremely surprised to find out that he had missed a spectacular show in the form of a Genesis Blade.
Like his Headmistress, the Laniin was confused about the matter. Didn't Balannon say that he could only do that attack with... him? He still flinched at actually saying the name. Since it had taken him two Giendonese years to get over it, helped by the fact that he simply didn't think about... him anymore, the reaction surprised him. It also angered him. What was there to flinch about when thinking about... him! The pregnant pause after the "about" made the Laniin get angrier, but at himself. Was he so weak that he couldn't steel himself just to say one word? As Janden thought about it, he had to admit to himself, Yes.
He still had his claws hooked tightly in the heart of Giendon; it would be a long time before they were able to boot him out.
If they ever were able.
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Translations:
Fwesti: ("You should already know that this is a swearword, and thus I am not allowing myself to tell you what this means. You are allowed to use it in place of your own swearwords (:-D), but you don't know what they mean. Cheers!—SP)
Senpai: Upperclassman, a form of address from a person to another person who is superior to the addresser.
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A/n: Well, it looks like Giendon's still got some problems to work out! We've got a new OC who reminds me a LOT like Videl (Salazarfalcon: AAAH! THE SATAN SLUT! DO NOT TELL ME SHE SHOWS UP IN THIS STORY!). Sorry, Sal, but she does. (Cringes away from ranting Falcon) Hehe! Anyway, moving on.
We've got a Videl-reminiscent OC, a Balannon with hope for the future, Janden who's puzzled, and a suspicious Nirvana. We still have to see about Kakkhan and Menrui, but don't worry, that's next chapter on Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter! Don't you just love these pre-written chapters? (:D)
Apologies are needed, and explanations necessary. School is an absolute monster this year. I will probably only be able to write only sporadically, which is bad news for any fic of mine that has not already been completed. (Hangs head) Creativity is also not forthcoming at this point of my life, or motivation, which is equally as evil. Great. (Tiredly sarcastic) So forgive me, and I will try my best to update as humanly possible every Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. (Warning: Don't hold me to my word.) Thank you!
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SNEAK PREVIEW OF: Trials and Tribulations (1)
When they reached Vegeta's G-dome, the Saiyan Prince tensed up for a fight. But Kakkhan only sat down on the ground Indian-style and pointed at the floor for Vegeta to do the same.
"Sit," he commanded. Vegeta didn't move; he was staring at Kakkhan with an expression mixing confusion and disgust together. Then—
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Updated 09.18.05