(major AU warning) The unthinkable has happened - Earth has been destroyed.
The suddenly orphaned, 10-year-old Gohan must pick up his life from the
shambles. And what does he do to accomplish that?
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for the long wait, ya'll. A lot has been happening to me this past month or so. One week ago, on February 27, 2003, my mother died of a heart attack. I'm still trying to write so bear with me here.
Mojo: Of course they will be. I'll have to send in the secret ninja monkeys if they don't.
Saiyagal: What?
Mojo: The secret ninja monkeys. Didn't you know about them?
Saiyagal: -_-; I guess there's a reason that they're secret. Anyway, now I'm updating again so please don't kill me!
Mojo: I told you, they can't because-
Saiyagal: I know, I know, because the secret ninja monkeys will protect me. Sheesh.
Ch 4: The Prize A Week Later.
After going off and destroying a few more forests, Kamisah felt that he was calm enough to continue with his job. So he picked up the trail - slightly stale after a week - and went on with life. He had narrowed the area Videl was hiding down to the southern side of the Projects of Teleos. Now, he had to go speak with Jijan, the Furangi in charge of that sector of the city.
He looked up at the immense Victorian-style building, looking so out of place among the dirty, many-floored tenant buildings. He smirked. "Always the show-off, aren't we, Jijan?" he mumured to himself.
He entered the building. Two terrified guards ran up to him. "Stop sir!" the first one yelled. "You can't enter this building!"
"Oh yes, I can. Tell Jijan that Kamisah has returned."
If anything, this information seem to terrify them beyond reason. "Kamisah?! Y-yes, sir!" The first ran to a computer and, after tying in a code, cried, "Lord Jijan, sir!"
"Yes?" a familiar voice came from the speakers. "This had better be good."
"It is, sir! Lord Kamisah has arrived, sir, and wishes to speak with you!"
"Kamisah?!" Kamisah heard, with some satisfaction, the deep terror in Jijan's voice. "Send him in then, send him in!"
He was led throughout the house, going up stairs and elevators, down hallways, and through so many doors that any normal person would have been utterly confused. But of course, he was never a 'normal' person.
After about ten minutes of walking, they stopped outside a dark oak door. The guard knocked, and within there was some shuffling, and a female voice whispered, "Shit!" to which Jijan answered, "Quiet girl, he'll hear you!"
Kamisah chuckled and opened the door. Jijan sat behind a large oak desk, a careful smile plastered on his face. "H-hello, Kamisah," he said, an undertone of fear in his voice. "It's been a while, has it not?"
"Quite some time, my Furangi friend. Two years."
"Ah yes, our last meeting was - er - unforgettable. So, what brings you to my humble adobe?"
"Oh, nothing life-threatening, if that's what you fear. I'm not here to kill you, although I've seen some good bounties on you."
Jijan gulped. "Ah, that is - that is very reassuring. If not for me, why are you here?"
"To collect a different bounty."
Another nervous gulp. "What would that be?"
"Oh, only a young human female who goes by the name of Videl Satan."
Jijan's eyes widened. "But why would you come to me to find a human."
Kamisah smiled. "Well, I heard it on the grapevine that she is under your protection. And just now, I heard a female using, shall we say, a colorful word after finding that I was at your door."
"Oh."
"Yes. So, are you going to hand her over, or shall I reintroduce you to my handy little sword?"
Jijan sighed and eyed the sword at his side. "You still have that thing?" Kamisah's blade was also known as the Singing Death, for the clean, whistling sound it always made when cutting through the air to deliver a death blow.
"Of course. It's a good blade."
"Lord Kamisah, I.I know you to be a very intelligent man, for all that you were decended from humans and saiyans, both known for their stupidity. Why don't you turn the sword and use your smarts for the common good? To help people, not to kill them?"
Kamisah laughed. "Nice joke, Jijan. Honestly, you should be a comedian. Anyway, are you going to deliver the goods or not? I have better things to do with my time then banter with you."
"I.oh all right." Jijan groaned inwardly. Why must he always take my biggest prize? I hate him!
"Guard your thoughts well, my friend. I can hear you as well as if you were speaking out loud."
Jijan jumped, scared anew. Rubbing his hands together nervously, he went to the closet and opened it. Out fell a young woman with raven black hair, and eyes as blue and cold as ice. Her effect on him was sudden.
Such beauty! Wait, where did that come from? She's just a bounty, not a potential - good grief, Goku's visit must have affected me more then I believed.
She got to her face and glared him in the eye, not letting her fear show.
"You won't kill me," she said simply.
The wonder temporarily left him, and he smirked. "Oh, don't worry about that, my lady. My job isn't to kill you, or at least not yet. My employer wishes to see you first."
"And who would that be?"
"Now, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Let us be on our merry little way."
~*~
Goku watched from above as Kamisah exited the building with a raven-haired beauty at his side. He could only assume that the girl was Videl, and his heart went out to her as he saw her calm, composed face relenting nothing to her captor.
He'd been following his former son since the blowup last week, hiding in the backround and studying his habits. Never before had he researched his foe, but then, never before had he faced anyone like Kamisah. Goku had discovered that Kamisah kept a stash of weapons carefully hidden at his base, an underground cavern within a maze of forest which he got to by ITT - Instant Transmission Technique. He guessed that Kamisah would take Videl there, and leave her for a time while he made the final contacts with whoever was employing him. Goku was going to use that time to rescue Videl.
He was right. After turning down a dark alleyway, Kamisah whispered something to her and disappeared, with her in his arms. Goku closed his eyes and followed his ki. When he was sure of where Kamisah was - and sure he wouldn't be caught - he teleported after them.
~*~
"Come on," Kamisah whispered to Videl as they walked down the street. "I won't send you straight to my employer. First, we are going to my place for final negotiations."
"Aren't you already getting paid for this?"
"Of course. But now I have the prize. Why not barter a bit? I may get more money out of it."
"You're a sick creature."
It almost hurt to hear her say that. Almost. "I know."
Gently, he tugged her arm as they got to an alley. She nodded and the two headed down it. At the end, he stopped her and looked her in the eyes. "Hold on tight. I'm going to teleport now; it may disorient you."
"If you're such a big bad assasin type guy, why are you being so courteous to me?"
Kamisah smiled. "Whatever my reputation is, I'm actually not very rude, especially not to young ladies." Still lightly grasping her arm, he used ITT to get home.
~*~
A/N: Well, there you go. Please review for me.
Mojo: Yuppers, she needs it! She won't survive without it!
Saiyagal: You over-dramatizing idiot, of course I will! It's just nice if they do.
Mojo: Oh. Well, review anyway!
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for the long wait, ya'll. A lot has been happening to me this past month or so. One week ago, on February 27, 2003, my mother died of a heart attack. I'm still trying to write so bear with me here.
Mojo: Of course they will be. I'll have to send in the secret ninja monkeys if they don't.
Saiyagal: What?
Mojo: The secret ninja monkeys. Didn't you know about them?
Saiyagal: -_-; I guess there's a reason that they're secret. Anyway, now I'm updating again so please don't kill me!
Mojo: I told you, they can't because-
Saiyagal: I know, I know, because the secret ninja monkeys will protect me. Sheesh.
Ch 4: The Prize A Week Later.
After going off and destroying a few more forests, Kamisah felt that he was calm enough to continue with his job. So he picked up the trail - slightly stale after a week - and went on with life. He had narrowed the area Videl was hiding down to the southern side of the Projects of Teleos. Now, he had to go speak with Jijan, the Furangi in charge of that sector of the city.
He looked up at the immense Victorian-style building, looking so out of place among the dirty, many-floored tenant buildings. He smirked. "Always the show-off, aren't we, Jijan?" he mumured to himself.
He entered the building. Two terrified guards ran up to him. "Stop sir!" the first one yelled. "You can't enter this building!"
"Oh yes, I can. Tell Jijan that Kamisah has returned."
If anything, this information seem to terrify them beyond reason. "Kamisah?! Y-yes, sir!" The first ran to a computer and, after tying in a code, cried, "Lord Jijan, sir!"
"Yes?" a familiar voice came from the speakers. "This had better be good."
"It is, sir! Lord Kamisah has arrived, sir, and wishes to speak with you!"
"Kamisah?!" Kamisah heard, with some satisfaction, the deep terror in Jijan's voice. "Send him in then, send him in!"
He was led throughout the house, going up stairs and elevators, down hallways, and through so many doors that any normal person would have been utterly confused. But of course, he was never a 'normal' person.
After about ten minutes of walking, they stopped outside a dark oak door. The guard knocked, and within there was some shuffling, and a female voice whispered, "Shit!" to which Jijan answered, "Quiet girl, he'll hear you!"
Kamisah chuckled and opened the door. Jijan sat behind a large oak desk, a careful smile plastered on his face. "H-hello, Kamisah," he said, an undertone of fear in his voice. "It's been a while, has it not?"
"Quite some time, my Furangi friend. Two years."
"Ah yes, our last meeting was - er - unforgettable. So, what brings you to my humble adobe?"
"Oh, nothing life-threatening, if that's what you fear. I'm not here to kill you, although I've seen some good bounties on you."
Jijan gulped. "Ah, that is - that is very reassuring. If not for me, why are you here?"
"To collect a different bounty."
Another nervous gulp. "What would that be?"
"Oh, only a young human female who goes by the name of Videl Satan."
Jijan's eyes widened. "But why would you come to me to find a human."
Kamisah smiled. "Well, I heard it on the grapevine that she is under your protection. And just now, I heard a female using, shall we say, a colorful word after finding that I was at your door."
"Oh."
"Yes. So, are you going to hand her over, or shall I reintroduce you to my handy little sword?"
Jijan sighed and eyed the sword at his side. "You still have that thing?" Kamisah's blade was also known as the Singing Death, for the clean, whistling sound it always made when cutting through the air to deliver a death blow.
"Of course. It's a good blade."
"Lord Kamisah, I.I know you to be a very intelligent man, for all that you were decended from humans and saiyans, both known for their stupidity. Why don't you turn the sword and use your smarts for the common good? To help people, not to kill them?"
Kamisah laughed. "Nice joke, Jijan. Honestly, you should be a comedian. Anyway, are you going to deliver the goods or not? I have better things to do with my time then banter with you."
"I.oh all right." Jijan groaned inwardly. Why must he always take my biggest prize? I hate him!
"Guard your thoughts well, my friend. I can hear you as well as if you were speaking out loud."
Jijan jumped, scared anew. Rubbing his hands together nervously, he went to the closet and opened it. Out fell a young woman with raven black hair, and eyes as blue and cold as ice. Her effect on him was sudden.
Such beauty! Wait, where did that come from? She's just a bounty, not a potential - good grief, Goku's visit must have affected me more then I believed.
She got to her face and glared him in the eye, not letting her fear show.
"You won't kill me," she said simply.
The wonder temporarily left him, and he smirked. "Oh, don't worry about that, my lady. My job isn't to kill you, or at least not yet. My employer wishes to see you first."
"And who would that be?"
"Now, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Let us be on our merry little way."
~*~
Goku watched from above as Kamisah exited the building with a raven-haired beauty at his side. He could only assume that the girl was Videl, and his heart went out to her as he saw her calm, composed face relenting nothing to her captor.
He'd been following his former son since the blowup last week, hiding in the backround and studying his habits. Never before had he researched his foe, but then, never before had he faced anyone like Kamisah. Goku had discovered that Kamisah kept a stash of weapons carefully hidden at his base, an underground cavern within a maze of forest which he got to by ITT - Instant Transmission Technique. He guessed that Kamisah would take Videl there, and leave her for a time while he made the final contacts with whoever was employing him. Goku was going to use that time to rescue Videl.
He was right. After turning down a dark alleyway, Kamisah whispered something to her and disappeared, with her in his arms. Goku closed his eyes and followed his ki. When he was sure of where Kamisah was - and sure he wouldn't be caught - he teleported after them.
~*~
"Come on," Kamisah whispered to Videl as they walked down the street. "I won't send you straight to my employer. First, we are going to my place for final negotiations."
"Aren't you already getting paid for this?"
"Of course. But now I have the prize. Why not barter a bit? I may get more money out of it."
"You're a sick creature."
It almost hurt to hear her say that. Almost. "I know."
Gently, he tugged her arm as they got to an alley. She nodded and the two headed down it. At the end, he stopped her and looked her in the eyes. "Hold on tight. I'm going to teleport now; it may disorient you."
"If you're such a big bad assasin type guy, why are you being so courteous to me?"
Kamisah smiled. "Whatever my reputation is, I'm actually not very rude, especially not to young ladies." Still lightly grasping her arm, he used ITT to get home.
~*~
A/N: Well, there you go. Please review for me.
Mojo: Yuppers, she needs it! She won't survive without it!
Saiyagal: You over-dramatizing idiot, of course I will! It's just nice if they do.
Mojo: Oh. Well, review anyway!
