(Golden Sun/DBZ crossover) Long ago there were five Elemental Stars. But
because its power so surpassed the other Stars, the Sol Star was taken away
from the hidden sanctuary of Sol Sanctum and hidden in the body of a single
person. Each time that person dies, the Star goes to the next chosen. But
after hundreds of years, a mistake is made: The Sol Star goes to a young
boy not from the world of Golden Sun! In order to rectify that mistake,
the gods cause the poor boy to be taken from his own world and put into the
world of Golden Sun. Years later, his new life is interrupted by a fateful
storm centered in a lonely mountaintop village.
Ch 1 - The Start
Gohan whittled the woodblock in his hand using the little knife Vegeta had given him for his birthday. It was a very good knife, made of the sharpest, toughest metal in the universe, with the handle etched with two symbols (one of them the royal crest of Vegeta, and the other his saiyan side's crest). The woodblock was starting to look like the head of Shenron, complete with individual scales, horns, and haughty expression.
Sitting next to the lake, a tree at his back, flowers all around and birds sing above, all made him feel much better. Ever since the Cell Games exactly one year ago, being alone with only nature nearby helped him calm himself. Sparring with Vegeta wasn't bad, either - Vegeta never talked, just fought him until he could fight no more. He seemed to understand.
Gohan set down the completed Shenron and stood up. He picked it up again and went to his room. Once there, he put the carving among the others he'd made over the year with lesser knives. He'd made each of the Z Warriors and a fair few of the villains he had met, such as Garlic Jr., Frieza, and the Ginyu Force (plus the little frog Ginyu was now). Then he left the room and headed back out.
He was sitting at the lake again, another woodblock in his hand, when he saw it. At first he thought it was just his imagination. But after staring for a few moments, it didn't go away, so he laid the block down and walked around the lake to the forest on the other side. The bright speck of light got brighter and brighter.
He moved aside a fern and saw a little glass ball glowing on the ground. Yellow, red, and orange swirled around inside of it, making a beautiful sunny color. He picked it up and felt a rush of power shoot straight up his arm. At the same instant, the glow became a blinding flash which engulfed him. He screamed in panic.
A voice in his head whispered, I am so sorry, young one, for putting you through this. It is my fault for making the mistake in the first place. But in order for my world to survive, you must live, grow old, and die there. You are a catalyst in the wrong place, a hero in a world in which you do not belong. You will meet and know me, when the time is right. Until then, Son Gohan, may you live in peace.
"But who are you!" Gohan yelled.
I am Sol. I wish you luck, for your path is not an easy one. But rest assured, you will find eternal happiness - and understanding - one day.
"You bastard, I want to go home! Let me go home!" There was no answer.
As if from far off, he thought heard Vegeta yell, "Gohan!" His bleary senses weren't working right. But it was too late. His world went black.
Ch 1 - The Start
Gohan whittled the woodblock in his hand using the little knife Vegeta had given him for his birthday. It was a very good knife, made of the sharpest, toughest metal in the universe, with the handle etched with two symbols (one of them the royal crest of Vegeta, and the other his saiyan side's crest). The woodblock was starting to look like the head of Shenron, complete with individual scales, horns, and haughty expression.
Sitting next to the lake, a tree at his back, flowers all around and birds sing above, all made him feel much better. Ever since the Cell Games exactly one year ago, being alone with only nature nearby helped him calm himself. Sparring with Vegeta wasn't bad, either - Vegeta never talked, just fought him until he could fight no more. He seemed to understand.
Gohan set down the completed Shenron and stood up. He picked it up again and went to his room. Once there, he put the carving among the others he'd made over the year with lesser knives. He'd made each of the Z Warriors and a fair few of the villains he had met, such as Garlic Jr., Frieza, and the Ginyu Force (plus the little frog Ginyu was now). Then he left the room and headed back out.
He was sitting at the lake again, another woodblock in his hand, when he saw it. At first he thought it was just his imagination. But after staring for a few moments, it didn't go away, so he laid the block down and walked around the lake to the forest on the other side. The bright speck of light got brighter and brighter.
He moved aside a fern and saw a little glass ball glowing on the ground. Yellow, red, and orange swirled around inside of it, making a beautiful sunny color. He picked it up and felt a rush of power shoot straight up his arm. At the same instant, the glow became a blinding flash which engulfed him. He screamed in panic.
A voice in his head whispered, I am so sorry, young one, for putting you through this. It is my fault for making the mistake in the first place. But in order for my world to survive, you must live, grow old, and die there. You are a catalyst in the wrong place, a hero in a world in which you do not belong. You will meet and know me, when the time is right. Until then, Son Gohan, may you live in peace.
"But who are you!" Gohan yelled.
I am Sol. I wish you luck, for your path is not an easy one. But rest assured, you will find eternal happiness - and understanding - one day.
"You bastard, I want to go home! Let me go home!" There was no answer.
As if from far off, he thought heard Vegeta yell, "Gohan!" His bleary senses weren't working right. But it was too late. His world went black.
