Disclaimer; I do not own Dragon Ball or Kill la Kill, they belong to their respective creators. This story is made just for the sake of fun.
Now, without further ado, let's begin!
"Conquerors."
Chapter 1: "Not Alike, Part One."
His dull gaze travels through the glittering lights that sparkle in the darkness of a moonless night, coming from the dozens of constructions that can be seen from where he stands in, and he cannot help but think of how majestic this place looks.
The peak of the island becomes the focus of his onyx eyes.
Steps are taken forwards, as he abandons the bridge and enters the lowest, seemingly impoverished district of the city, but at the same time, the widest one.
Minutes pass, he loiters the outskirts of the town with a composed gait, hands inside the pockets of his dark green jacket, sometimes running into a stray dog, or a poor man asking for money, even if it was not quite the right time to do so. This place proves to be truly poor, and he keeps walking, oblivious to the hostile glances set in his direction from people in darkened alleys.
A small beat-up market is open, and he steps inside, noticing the yellowish light coming from a bulb that hangs from its own cable, emerging from a crack in the ceiling. The eyes of the person in charge of the market, a lanky man in his late fifties, with wrinkled skin and white hair, leave the newspaper in hand and briefly sets on him, raising an eyebrow at his so very messy black hair, that kind of resembles the leaves of a palm-tree, and at his strange furry brown belt.
Goten never notices this, his attention placed upon the racks full of different products, most of them being stuff such as bags of chips, or chocolate bars. He wants nothing more than to eat, to drink, to fill the void left in his stomach from hours and hours of traveling to here.
As he takes a simple, cheap bottle of water, another person enters the market, but he hardly pays any attention to him, focused on buying water to sate himself. The old man, on the other hand, becomes wary of this tall person, noting his face hidden underneath the hood of a black coat.
Padding to a rack in a corner, Goten shortly stares at a particular chocolate bar, recognizing its mark.
Monkey Way!
Dumb name aside, he loves it…that amazingly masterful mixture between chocolate and banana is incomparable, unrivaled.
A small smile makes it to his collected face.
He takes two of these bars and, turning, watches how the hooded person strikes the old man in the nose, throwing him off his seat, then digging his gloved fingers in the cash register's locked cash drawer, ripping it out with money and all.
The individual's ultimate aim is to take the drawer with him, but before that, he directs a malicious glare at Goten, pointing at him with a gloved hand and, with all intention to kill, firing silver bullets from black, diminutive guns attached to his fingers.
No chance to dodge, not a chance to move. The bullets were faster than that of a machine gun.
And what once was a young buyer, is now a corpse, laying down on the floor to rot in there for sure.
In a rush, the hooded man hastily moves to the body, thinking of ransacking the backpack and the clothes' pockets.
Sadly, that very rush blinded him, stopped him from realizing that there was no blood coming out of the cadaver, not a single crimson stain on the floor, or in the jacket, full of holes.
Oh, if only he paid more attention.
As he crouches and rummages the pockets, the furry belt inches above them abruptly unrolls from the waist of his bearer and, acting as a whip, strikes the hooded man in the cheek, making him collide against a spot in the wall just aside from the door, destroying the already battered frail concrete as his figure pierced it, landing heads over heels in the ground outside the market.
The shockwave produced by the attack pushed down all the racks, and the products in them, of course. Many, such as the bags of chips, or the cartons of milk, exploded. The glass of the door, the only part of the market that did not look poor at all, broke in thousands of pieces, too.
And Goten sits up, with many holes in his jacket and in the white t-shirt beneath it, but nothing more. His belt that is not a belt coils around his waist once again, and he glances at the hole left in the wall, surely grinning proudly at his performance.
He then remembers something and immediately searches for the two Monkey Way bars that must be somewhere on the floor; he let go of them when he pretended to be hurt by the bullets, after all.
And even if the market is engulfed in darkness, due to the explosion of all the light bulbs, seeing is not a problem.
His eyes show disillusionment at finding them, resting on the floor as nothing more than countless insignificant brown pieces of chocolate and banana. He never finds the bottle of water, it surely exploded.
What a waste, he thinks.
Oh well, not everything can be the way he wants it to be.
He gets up, accommodating his small orange backpack and walks out of the market taking the door, acting as if the hole inches from it is nonexistent.
Surprisingly enough, he sees the man he slammed his tail against in the ground, but it is not that the reason for his surprise.
The guy is trying to get up, shakily, from where he is, with no success whatsoever, but the very fact that he is still alive gets Goten off guard. What failed in his attack? It was fully intended to be lethal.
He does not understand this.
Still, an impulse to move his tail in excitement like a dog kicks in, and he wonders if this person is more than meets the eye. Ignoring the impulse in his head, Goten calmly walks to him, his footsteps heard by no one but the no longer hooded man and himself.
"No! Get away!" he cries, holding out a shaky hand in his direction as if doing so would serve to halt his pace and in a miraculous turn of events, make him leave the street both are in as the only witnesses of this event, ridding him of this nightmare.
But Goten does not stop.
"GO AWAY!"
In a desperate effort, the man shoots at him once again, and as stupid as it is, he hopes for him to get pierced by the bullets coming from his gloved fingers, bullets that were not useful against him the first time and that will not do the job now either.
He is so in despair.
So he fires, and fires, until no ammunition is left in the miniguns.
When he hears the sound of many bullets landing in the ground, while the fearsome monster still walks to him, he realizes that none touched him, even if he was not able to see it. Somehow, this guy is so fast that his brain could not perceive him deflecting every single bullet as if it was the easiest task in the world.
He skids to a stop in front of him, looking at the miserable figure beneath.
"Please…don't kill me…" he sobs, no longer facing whatever he formerly thought was just a young man, one he thought he killed with ease.
Oh, now he regrets coming out of the base this night. Words could not describe just how much he regretted it.
"…I'll do anything."
"Don't you think it's a little too late to negotiate, fool? Whatever you offer will not mean jackshit, take that for sure." Goten speaks, for the first time since this whole ordeal began, though for him, it is just an incident that would be forgotten by the morning. His tone is flat enough for the guy in the ground to know that he is saying the truth.
Even so, he desperately clings to his only hope of getting out of this alive.
"I'll give you my Goku Uniform!"
Goten's left eye barely twitches.
That familiar word earns his curiosity.
"Say what?"
The man in the ground is about to whimper again, and Goten utters, "You better stop crying, or you die, it's up to you."
He drowns his own cries and holds back the tears flowing from his eyes, replying Goten as composedly as he can, "My Goku Uniform will be yours if you let me live…"
"What do you mean by Goku Uniform?"
He gazes at Goten, gathering thoughts as quickly as he can. "You…you don't know about them?"
"No, I don't. Now spit it"
His eyes avoid his, fear overwhelming him to the core. As scared as he is, he manages to answer, "I don't exactly know what they are…just that they enhance your capabilities to the maximum…push your body to limits that can't be accessed otherwise…that's what I learned."
That would explain why he survived his tail whipping him in the cheek.
"Many Goku Uniforms also have unique traits…mine…I think you…you've already seen it." he breathes.
"These little guns in the fingers? Come on, they weren't useful at all, just look at yourself." Goten states mockingly, adding, "You've got my attention though. Tell me more stuff about them."
He gulps, and continues, "Satsuki Kiryuin…she's the one who bestows them to us students of Honnouji Academy. Based on an exam, she decides if we're worthy of wearing one…"
Satsuki Kiryuin.
Goten heard of her when he got enrolled. Apparently, she is the student council president of Honnouji Academy, therefore, it would only make sense if she is the one who gives these fancy uniforms to the students.
What bugs him, is that he did not hear of the Goku Uniforms, never read of them anywhere.
"I've never heard of an exam to wear weird outfits, why?"
"She does not want the outside world to know…or…I don't know. New students just don't seem to know about them, and they are all shocked when they see them…"
Goten reflects on his next question. This Goku Uniform thing has many interesting possibilities. When he heard that strong people, student council included were here, he never thought it was clothes that gave them strength.
Heh, it sounds so ridiculous.
"Are all uniforms equal in strength? It'll be a huge letdown if the others are as weak as yours."
The guy remained silent for a few seconds, and then weakly whispered, "No…"
Goten smiled.
"So, which ones are the strongest?"
He replies, "The Three-Star uniforms."
"And what is yours?"
His answer did not take long to come. "One-Star…"
"I knew it." Goten snorts. "I guess I don't have anything more to ask. Since you were so kind and told me all that, I'll let you go."
"Really?! Thanks-"
Goten harshly grabs him from the neck, cutting off the air he breathed. "But, if we run into each other again, I will not be as forgiving as I am being right now."
His grip tightens as he adds, "I don't care if you live or die right now. I saw it; you didn't hesitate to kill the old man inside that market, so I will not hesitate either if I have to kill you at this very moment, or later."
As the face of the man reddens in an unhealthy way, Goten lets go of his neck, leaving him gasping for air. He sneers, "Scum like you don't deserve any mercy, so be glad I'm in a good mood. Take my advice, and try not to get in my way again."
The man tries to look at Goten as he gasps, only to receive a powerful heel kick straight into the nose. The boot renders him unconscious, and Goten briefly ponders if killing him now that he is not awake.
Nah, that would be a dirty move. He gave him some information about what he would face, after all. The least he can do is let him live, in exchange.
Goten abandons the spot, humming some song he particularly likes, and secretly grateful that no one saw what transpired in that lone street. It would attract too much attention.
Now, his only concern is finding a bed to rest in. He has a school to attend to tomorrow, a schedule to follow, and he wants to sleep, water and food be damned. He could drink and eat in the morning.
Mako Mankanshoku is in a pretty bad mood.
Well, she is always in a pretty good mood, but now she is in a bad mood, but at the same time, she is in a good mood. Good/Bad mood, yep, a combination of moods!
So, as she lays in her soft futon, the best she has to sleep, covered with a blanket, she thinks of her day, in her dark room, staring at the ceiling with those perpetually bright, amber eyes, so full of life.
Her day had not been very good. Right, every day here is destined to be awful, but Mako had it worse today; first in the morning, when she had to catch and punish her little brother, who is more stupid than a group of teenagers in a horror movie, thrice. Sometimes she wonders why her parents don't do anything to stop him from mugging people.
Oh right! They're too busy with their not-so-great jobs, so they cannot stop him and it's up to her and only her, right? Right!
Why is she in Good/Bad mood again? Oh, of course.
She almost arrived late to Honnouji Academy, and had it not been for the fact that she held onto the little tube of the tram, she would've fallen and she would've never arrived! Speaking of the tram, it was full to the brim with others like her! As much as she liked some company from her fellow students, the ride to the school didn't feel comfortable at all!
Some guys and gals even fell from the tram, because there was no space and they couldn't hold onto a tube or something like she had! She feels sorry for them. Sure they were expelled, and probably dead. No one survives a fall from the tram when it's at full speed, or so she heard.
It was such a struggle! Well, Honnouji Academy is always a struggle, but today was much more of a struggle! A super-duper ultimate struggle!
What happened next? Oh yes, she forgot about homework, but it didn't seem like the teacher cared. He never cares. Once, she asked why, and he said it wasn't his problem. That he didn't care.
In short, he doesn't care.
Well, she doesn't care either. She falls asleep on her desk at the smallest of opportunities in every class! Maybe it is her fault that her notes are kind of low. There was a time when she did care, when she did do her activities, but it is so far behind! Like, one year behind.
It didn't work, her family never got a better status no matter how hard she tried, so she stopped trying. She stopped being a great student because as long as her body isn't ready for a Goku Uniform, she will never get a better status.
Why keep up with lame efforts then?
She sighs.
Stop, Mako! This is not you! You never think depressive things, stop acting out of character!, she mentally tells herself while hitting her head twice with a closed hand. Then she returns to her original position.
What else happened to induce this Good/Bad mood?
Oh right, she failed at another practice of the tennis club. Shame on her! She is not good at that sport, she ponders if quitting the club. She likes it, but she isn't fast enough, she lacks the reflexes needed to play it.
If she can't even keep up with newbies that join the club, what makes her think that she can be able to rival the club captain? Yup, it is decided, she will quit tomorrow!
The last thing that occurred during the day was that Suzuki was murdered by Disciplinary Committee Chair, and Student Council President thought it was a good idea to hang him in the school's entrance. How bad, she liked him. Mako likes everyone, in fact, but sadly, they don't want to be friends with her.
Still, she has hope. She hopes to meet someone who becomes her friend, then she will not need to imagine friends. Mako has hope.
And hopeful as she is, she soon falls asleep.
A noise resounds in the night, the noise of a weapon firing, but she doesn't hear, sound asleep.