New Beginnings

A/N: This will begin a great deal more of a cross-over fic with DBZ and the Witcher series, Spoiler alert yeah this is what it is from if you haven't figured it out. Short one but an appetizer to what may come.

He shouldn't have agreed to any of this, it was already a bad idea in the first place but here he was being strung along by yet another sorceress. Fortunately, this one had no particular interest in him for at least once, in both ways it was good and bad. He could already imagine the verbal lashing Yen was going to give him when she found out about her. They had separated for brief time while still on decent terms they just weren't together as it always was with them. She had her agenda, he had the life of a witcher, monster slayer a professional exterminator. The last of the school of the wolf trainee's though that might make the assumption of his youth, no he was well over a hundred years old but barely looked a day past thirty. Genetic mutations, enhancements and mutagens placed in his body had evolved and adapted his senses to super human levels.

"I didn't ask!" A thunderous voice erupted as out blasted a man from the inn with the crackle of thunder just behind it.

He looked down to his medallion which vibrated slightly at the use of magic, the device made of a particular metal that vibrated around any source of magical activity. It could be anything as simple as a magical item, a person using magic, and even those cursed by magic or distraught by it. It was an extension of his senses, the snarling wolf's head with glowing red eyes shook again as he was sure to see another effect.

"Get out there!" A voice roared and three more men exploded out from the inn landing in a heap on the road coughing and kicking up dust.

One man kicking the dirt from his pants looked over towards the man with white hair and pale white skin, the twin swords on his back another part of his craft. "Good master! Please calm your lady friend, she is being unreasonable." The poor peasant had no idea just with whom they were dealing with inside other than her being a witch.

"I am the one who asked nicely." He reminded them, his tone completely bland and truthfully he didn't care. They had dared skimp out on his pay and now when they needed to help moving a stuck cart from the road brought by the sorceress they refused to help. Begging the cart was nearly a day walk from where the village was. It was settled in their agreement to pull it from the bog's edge and pay him two hundred crowns for the head of a nasty Alghoul that had been rummaging around the cities outer limits. "If you don't hurry and be quick with your feet she might level the whole town." He gestured absently with his free hand that wasn't crossed underneath his other over his chest. That and he was in no rush to calm her down, he had been skimmed nearly thirty coin for his work, not that he was damn sure that the sorceress was pocketing at least ten times that he wasn't going to ask for money.

Their eyes while pleading meant nothing to the witcher who stared on indifferent. "If I get out there and you are not half a mile down that road I will shrink your testicles till they're size of grapes! Do you hear me?!" a voice shrieked making all of those men in question stuck with a difficult prospect.

"Please master! We beg, you a hundred crown more please calm her down!"

"If you hadn't screwed me and lied to me I might agree to such a contract but no. Do what she says, she is serious." Geralt merely gestured down the road. "I'd recommend hurrying." He didn't really care either way, after all Chi-Chi was pissed off. Perhaps he had a fetish for powerful sorceresses with attitudes. Who knew for sure?

A kick sent open the door along with a woman in a light purple dress that ended around the top of her calves, leather boots strapped up to her knees with loose fitting bust top that was held properly by a full halter top except across her stomach there was an opening exposing a vicious scar. One nearly two feet long from the front of her stomach all the way around to the side of her hip. It was covered in thick scar tissue, the only blemish upon her figure but it was left there with a purpose. It was the day she lost everything, everything that mattered. Her daughter dead and in a furious rampage had murdered her lover, she was blinded by such rage she couldn't stop though now she wished she could've. Too lose one was terrible, to lose both was nearly unbearable. It was why she kept the scar as a reminder of her own personal failure, the lie that she was. A child of the elder blood, hunted by the Wild Hunt, by a secret cohort of sorcerers and sorceresses, and now in the company of the white wolf for gods knows what reason she had thought of this time.

Her hair was trimmed down and wrapped in a large bun behind her head, finding no time to maintain the waterfall hair that her dead lover had enjoyed so dearly. Her brown eyes began to glow an ominous white as she raised up her palms towards them. "If you need to be taught a lesson in lying! I will be more than happy to discipline you bastards!" A crackle of thunder ripped out as the men finally decided not to incur her wrath any further and ran down the road where her bogged down cart was. Of course she blasted the slow one in the ass with a ball of ice for good measure.

"Hmph," She said walking down the steps. "Pigs, best they learn the hard way. Wouldn't you agree Geralt?" Looking to the witcher who maintained the look of indifference.

"I told you before you don't need that cart, just a horse and supplies. It's the second time its bogged down, I also don't have the patience for simple contracts that don't pay well." Monetary gain was a staple of the witcher lifestyle. That and being treated as a freak and mutant also came free of charge.

Chi-Chi rolled her eyes and walked past him, her hands weaving a flare of light from nowhere as she then tossed it skywards. "A timer then," Moving to sit down upon a bench now barren as many fled the 'witches' wrath. "I find it amazing that I used to live like this and was comfortable with it." Her eyes going from one section to the next.

"It's not terrible." Geralt said in his usual monotone voice.

"For someone who deals with this," gesturing with her hand, "on a daily basis I'm sure even you get tired of it?"

"It's a job, you know I love my work." His tone completely dry, he grabbed a drink from his backpack, Chi-Chi rolling her eyes as she smelled his Vodka.

"Really drinking now, isn't it early? No wonder Yennefer can't stand you sometimes." Chi-Chi said tired of everything, her day was already gone to hell and now she had to sit here and wait for a bunch of peasants to go fetch her things. Could she not get on the road with some semblance of movement without having to worry about delay after delay?

Geralt ignored her comment, it wasn't wrong but he didn't need to take any lip from any more sorceresses in his life. He had enough of them as it was, he didn't need to start adding more into the list. The only reason he got involved with this one was because of two reasons, one it involved the wild hunt, and two her blood was connected to Ciri. Just how another woman existed with elder blood he couldn't know. But thankfully Ciri was with Mother Nenneke and away from prying eyes. This one however, had already been targeted by a group of people but their plans had been foiled. Not due to him in anyway, he just cleaned up a mess. He felt himself laughing inside, it was his job afterall.

"Do you have a plan when we arrive in Temeria? Or are you just not thinking that far ahead?"

Chi-Chi snorted crossing her legs as she sat on the bench. "I have a plan, first is get revenge, second is to kill whomever stole my only life, and third is whatever hell I have envisioned for their souls!" She shouted, her eyebrows twitching, looking to Geralt with a deeply furious expression. "Any more questions?"

"This isn't going to solve your agenda," It was as he expected she had no idea what she was doing, just merely rushing out into the world and caring little to whomever got in her way. "It won't bring back your daughter, and it won't undo what you did."

Chi-Chi's fingers curled up against her thighs. "It will give me closure, I was betrayed. I lost everything because of them, you saw the corpse of my daughter. My dragon lover impaled upon a tree, none of that would've happened had they never interfered! I lost the only things that mattered to me and I'm going to make sure that they suffer!"

"You've made that clear well over a dozen times," He took another drink, pretty sure he was going to need more before leaving as well. "However, your enemies are in Novigrad, under the former leadership of King Vizimir in the wake of his assassination. So how do you now intend to fight a country that now is now under your enemies control. It just doesn't sound very smart, even for how strong you are."

Chi-Chi looked away her eyes gazing up into the sky, the clear blue, clouds trailing behind one another filled the air as the springtime had come to the north. What else was there for her to do?

"Tell me Geralt," She asked not looking at him. "What am I supposed to do? Go back and try and lead a normal life, pretend that I never had a lover or a daughter? Act as if that this entire event is just an afterthought and go into hiding?" She wished for answers, because up until that point she had goals. Goals that seemed just out of reach but possible, however now her goal was to try and get everything back. But that was beyond a dream, her daughter was dead, her dragon dead. In two years Goku had not come for her, it was clear to her that he would've spared nothing to find her but there were no rumors or even questions surrounding a strange man from Zerrikania looking for her.

"It's never my place to tell you what you should or should not do, but if you are dead set on revenge just make sure that you will be able to live with yourself." He swigged again from his drink before placing it beside him.

"You never can give a straight answer, for once will you pick a side?"

"I don't choose sides I'm neutral." As if that answered everything, and for him it did.

"You are a witcher, and I've seen and heard of your neutrality, I know how you act around Ciri and I know what would happen if anything befell her." She stated matter of factly eyeing the witcher. "You would jump into a den of wolves if it meant her safety and don't deny it."

"I won't, but I will only harm the wolves should they bare their fangs. I will not go seeking them out," He looked at her, his genetically augmented cat's eyes looking hard into hers. "Do you think that he would want this for you? That your daughter's spirit will rest if it hasn't already become a botchling."

"I swear if you say anything about my sweet girl being a monster we will share more than words in a moment." She spoke through her teeth meeting the witcher's glare. She knew what horrid beasts those things were, and they came when a child was dead from the womb, and not properly buried. They would rise as vicious ghouls feeding off the blood of pregnant women. A monstrosity, but she had visited the sight of her daughter's death a year ago and no rumors or sightings of anything came up at the time.

Chi-Chi still was walking with a limp, even after a year of recovery. A very painful recovery and still fresh in her mind she returned to the altered landscape. Holding herself up on a walking stick, she walked around the barren stripped land. Tree's all but shattered upon the ground, limbs and branches still barely growing back. She stepped over a tree half buried in the ground as she came upon the sight where it all ended.

The impression made by her fleeting gasps of power created a perfect ring, though after a year it was still barely visible. She knelt down, her stick setting to the side she had the night's events come back to her. How she remembered finally gazing upon the impaled body of Kakarott for a moment, the realization of what she had done. The tree where her dragon had died remained there, the tree coated in thin red shade still from the amount of blood drained over it. She had hoped to find some sight of him, or maybe a clue he had survived.

That was a false hope as she had learned the area had been swept over by many 'foreigners' or those who not normal visitors to these lands and removed almost anything that could've helped her search for some type of answer. She gripped the hem of her brown robes tightly as she had gotten her own beliefs up that this could be an answer for her. That she still might find her dragon, that maybe her daughter had been rescued… but no one had told her anything to support it.

Though here and now she was in the spot where she had been a year ago, and what could she show for all it? Nothing, there was no evidence here except the remnants of the effect on the land. It would be where she would embrace the day her true family had died.

Raising up her hand Chi-Chi blew on it as tears spilled down her cheeks, a faint yellow golden light rose from her palm in the shape of a dragon. She tossed it into the air and let it fly away as she drew up another image of a woman holding a baby in her arms and repeated the action.

It was letting go of the life she had known. Her dragon was gone, and the mother that she wanted to be was dead. There was only one thing left for her and that was revenge, for stealing that which was most precious to her. If she was to suffer then her enemies would too! They no longer had any trump card over her, she had no attachments, it would only end one way. Either she saw them dead or she would be dead, that would be the only two options left.

She had a new goal, her drive to accomplish and while she had gained some insight into the power that ran through her veins it was still mostly uncontrollable at best but in a pinch and desperation it was able to be used. At least from what she had learned about herself in her own studies, she had all winter in Kaer Morhen to learn the depths of her powers that existed within her elder blood, and time was all that she needed. She was a sorceress and a few years was nothing to her.

Geralt got up from his seat having lost track of time as he watched Chi-Chi zone out of her mind, she had a habit of doing it when she got emotional. He sighed looking at her, his hand resting on his forehead. He should wish to be done with her, because she only screamed trouble to him, but she was also a link to those who might come after his own adopted daughter Ciri.

Unlike Chi-Chi, Ciri was protected by her adoptive mother Yennefer of Vengeberg. He was currently tasking himself with protecting her. Well it also helped she had promised in a thousand crowns in exchange for his help in finding out where those that had killed her family were located.

"Well! Well the skies are parting and the birds are singing and yet here I find you my friend in the company of such a beautiful woman! Dear Geralt will your womanizing ways ever cease!" The voice came along the strumming of a lute, a man riding on a hearty white horse came along the road. His body emblazoned in a bright marron and blue colored outfit unfitting of a commoner and even far too bright for a noble. He was a tall lengthy man, with a dashing face that one could almost assume him to be half elven. A man of the hearts of literature and women alike.

"Dandelion… Just what I needed here and now." Geralt grumbled looking more annoyed at their new arrival. Of course they had made arrangements to travel together but that couldn't have come at a worse time. The old friends owed each a great deal, Dandelion spread his legend and made him nearly a mythic figure, however at the cost of saving the sorry Troubadour's ass in more than one occasion for any number of reasons.

The man stopped his horse and dismounted, removing his barrette hat with a hawk's feather exuding from the top. His over the top show and words all in the company of a beautiful woman one whom he had not seen before or could imagine. "Great ballads, how may I be honored with your name, oh sun that is in the flesh of the sky of my eyes." He bowed, his actions making the woman giggle as she offered him her hand. Kissing the offered hand, like a true gentleman before rising too meet her.

Had it been some time ago she might've swooned right over him, but the effort was appreciated. The man was really handsome with his long brown hair hanging just below his ears with soft brown eyes and expression. She had heard the name spoken but truly this could be him? "I am known as Chi-Chi; a pleasure may I assume master Dandelion?" Watching his eyes flicker with satisfaction of hearing his name.

"Indeed, lady Chi-Chi! The fairest of the fair. How honored I am to be known by you!" He bowed deeply.

"Are you quite done and if you start on wooing this one I am not saving your ass." He warned giving him a harsh glare, there were women that should always be off limits, and many of them were Sorceresses but if his friend caught his warning. He couldn't be sure.

"Such a greeting, Geralt. Please the day is not quite over, shall we drink to our spirits together it has been a long day's travel." The bard brushed off his friend's comment, truly he was thirsty but drinking with this woman named Chi-Chi was ultimately the goal.

"We were waiting for the lady's cart," Gesturing to Chi-Chi "To be brought back, then planned on leaving. We have to reach Temeria in a week before the rains make the trip impassable." Truthfully that was on his mind but also he didn't want Chi-Chi anywhere near whine or alcohol. He had assumed that a drunken witcher was bad, but he had never experienced a drunken sorceress like her.

"Well they aren't returning anytime soon, we can always grab a drink or two." Chi-Chi said taking the Bard's hand who lead her back to the inn. Geralt groaned, his hand going to his head. "I will control myself." She said looking at him, having read his thoughts.

"What have I told you about doing that? I don't appreciate you reading my mind." He knew when she did it when his necklace vibrated. This was not going well at all, maybe those peasants found a ghoul nest or something out there? Something had to be keeping them.

The pair walked inside the Witcher following behind begrudgingly. If he even let Dandelion start his womanizing ways on her the entire village might just blow up in his face, along with him.

There must be some divine punishment for something he had done before for this to be happening now. He was harboring a renegade vengeful sorceress and a bard that couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut. Oh this was going to be a fine… fine… adventure.

R&R

MB