Demise: Hello, welcome to the first chapter of the story. I hope you enjoy it, as Rainu and myself have worked together in creating it. As the title indicates, this fic. is based on bishies that were carefully (not really) selected to play roles in the plot.
Disclaimers: We do not own any of the anime characters in this story.
There were various noises throughout the hyperbolical time chamber, each seem to be originating from the Saiyan prince himself. He was encased by a giant, bright energy shield making it so he couldn't be seen by the only other person inside the room, his future son.
Trunks stood by the entrance of the room; he had been shoved off to the side because Vegeta felt that he was in the way. The demi-saiyan had his sword out, fully extended in front of him. His grip on the handle was loose allowing him to dip the blade downward so it produced a wind-cutting sound. His infamous lavender hair had grown so that it stuck out a little bit under his ears and his bangs almost covering his eyes.
Suddenly the radical sounds ceased and the room went quiet, like the calm before a storm and the energy shield dissolved, revealing the Ouji who was glazed in sweat. He walked up to Trunks whose concentration was still on the sword. "Is that all you've been doing since after our meal, playing with your toy?" The Ouji taunted. Trunks still didn't meet his father's gaze. "It's not a toy," he said simply.
The Prince scowled and was about to make another smart remark when the boy broke out into a series of fighting moves with his sword. He was swift and obviously strong by the way he swung the thing. Vegeta hated to admit it to himself, but he was impressed. The boy finished his show and shoved his prized possession back into its sheath.
"Enough fancy crap, let's see what you're really made of," Vegeta said. Trunks looked surprised. "You want to spar with me?" The Ouji made a noise in his throat that sounded similar to a snort. "I was leaning more towards dueling." "Dueling?" Trunks repeated. "Yes. It's similar to the way the humans do it, only after we take ten steps you fire an attack of your choice." "But the winner is determined by who is still standing in the end, right?" "No, it's the one who can pull a tapeworm out of their ass first. Of course it's who's still standing!" Vegeta snapped
Trunks grumbled under his breath as he followed his father out to the middle of the room. They stood back to back, though Vegeta only came up to Trunk's shoulders, and readied themselves. "Ready?" asked Vegeta "Ready when you are, Trunks replied and they began.
1-2-3... Trunks counted to himself. He was unsure of what attack he should use. 4-5-6...Not to mention if he should actually try or just hold back for his father's sake. 7-8-9-10
Trunks spun himself around to see Vegeta already starting his move. The demi-saiyan cursed and started the first thing that came into his head.
"FINAL FLASH!" "KAME-HAME-HAH!"
But to each of their horror, they weren't able to see their attacks coming. Instead they both fell over in excruciating pain while the blasts headed toward one another. "This can't be happening!" Trunks screamed as he was hit by the explosion. Then, a fizzy sensation came over him, as if he were a shook-up bottle of pop, then everything went black.
When he became conscious again, his face was planted into the ground. 'Since when has the ground been...cushiony?' the demi-saiyan wondered as he pushed his palms into the floor and shakily, raised his upper body. He opened his eyes only to cry out in alarm and shut them again. The room was unexplainably bright, and cold too.
Trunks opened his eyes more slowly this time and noticed that the walls were the purest white he had ever seen - the floor was bright as well. He turned onto his side and noticed his father a few feet away. The Saiyan Prince was sprawled on his back with his arms and legs arranged so it looked like he was making a snow angel.
"Dad," Trunks whispered loudly. Vegeta stirred violently and groaned. Trunks sighed, relieved that his father was alive. "Am I…dead?" Vegeta queried aloud and opened his eyes. "Bloody Frieza in a thong! This isn't HFIL!"
"You're right, this isn't hell," an unknown voice said. The two Saiyans turned to see a bunch of what appeared to be silhouettes of people across the room. One was approaching them. "No," the voice continued, "this place, in my opinion, is much worse."
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"Worse?" Trunks was now standing up, hand ready to reach for his sword if needed. "Yeah worse. You deaf or something?" One of the shadows barked. A shuffle could be heard in the dark, yet it was drowned out by the first voice, coming from a man now fully standing in the light. "Sorry... Inu Yasha is like that sometimes, but he's just a little edgy from-"
"I'M NOT EDGY!!" the yell came from the shadows. The man standing in front of the Saiyans laughed nervously. Vegeta took the chance to look him over. Didn't look like much. He was dressed very odd – he looked like one of those guys out of one of those stupid television programs the woman would watch. The man had red hair, but the only thing that caught Vegeta's eye was the scar on his cheek. Reminded him of that fool that came to the Christmas party last year. Well besides that scar, this guy looked like a little shrimp. His power level backed that fact up.
"I'm Kenshin," the red head said with a bow. Vegeta hadn't noticed before, but this man had a sword hanging by his side. As Kenshin straightened up, his hand automatically went back to rest on the hilt. At the same time, Trunks also took notice of the sword, but quickly pushed the thought away. "I'm Trunks," he said, "and this is my father, Vegeta." The prince rose to his feet as he was introduced. "Where the hell are we?" the Saiyan Prince gruffly asked.
"Well, that's a little hard to explain, because we're not exactly sure of anything right now," the swordsman answered. "We've just recently arrived here ourselves, that we did." "Whoa, they get weirder every time, huh?" Another man came from the shadows, followed by one with white hair and…dog ears? The first had a poof of olive green hair and was lanky, wearing a casual suit. The second…. thing was dressed in red and looked seriously ticked off.
"First Red, then Dog Boy. And now we have some muscle heads? I don't even wanna know what else is gonna be tossed down here." "What was that!?" Vegeta snapped clenching his teeth together and taking a step forward, Trunks trying to hold him back. "Dad, be nice to them, okay? If you kill them we'll never find out anything!" Trunks said desperately. Vegeta didn't say anything, but he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the one in the suit for the length of their introductions.
"This is Spike," Kenshin again laughed, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. It was Kaoru all over again. Yet less pretty. And less nice. "And the one with the ears is Inu Yasha." Trunks looked at the sword at Kenshin's side, and then to the one at Inu Yasha's. "Pffft…I'm the only one who looks sexy with a sword," he mumbled to himself
"What was that?" Inu Yasha asked looking at the purple haired boy. "Uhh….nothing!" Trunks quickly said. "Oh great. He's deaf and he talks to himself." The demon turned his face to the ceiling. "WE DON'T DESERVE TO BE LOCKED IN WITH A PSYCHO!!!!"
"Um, anyway," Kenshin's laughter was starting to irritate Vegeta, but instead of yelling at the shrimp, he continued to keep an eye on Spike, who didn't really give a damn. "As you can probably tell we are all very different form each other," Kenshin glanced at Inu Yasha who sat against one of the padded walls. "And I don't think we all came from the same place. I, for instance, am from Japan. Inu Yasha here is also from Japan, but when we compared our worlds we found nothing in common. No cities, historical events…nothing. And I'm positive we don't have demons running around." Trunks nodded his head, trying to follow, though he did raise an eyebrow at the mention of demons.
"But Spike came from somewhere totally different." "So somehow she's making people from other worlds and times appear in this room." Inu Yasha added from the side. "She?" Vegeta asked finally prying his eyes away from Spike. (That sounded lustful. Spike x Vegeta = Fan Fiction gold! Onwards…) "Yes, she. Some crazy girl that comes around and picks one of us out to…" Spike shuddered.
"HA!" Vegeta held back the urge to slap his knee. "You let some girl boss you around and keep you in here?" "Hey, you just wait until she comes. She'll show you what I mean. We've all gone through the…welcoming ceremony, but you two just got here so…" Spike said with a wry smile. "All I can say is that's the worst thing I've gone through, and believe me, I've been through a lot of things." Inu Yasha sighed. The two Saiyans looked to each other, wondering what evil wait for them.
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Demise: As we go along, we plan to add more bishies, so if you have any suggestions for any, just tell us. Please review! ^_^
Disclaimers: We do not own any of the anime characters in this story.
There were various noises throughout the hyperbolical time chamber, each seem to be originating from the Saiyan prince himself. He was encased by a giant, bright energy shield making it so he couldn't be seen by the only other person inside the room, his future son.
Trunks stood by the entrance of the room; he had been shoved off to the side because Vegeta felt that he was in the way. The demi-saiyan had his sword out, fully extended in front of him. His grip on the handle was loose allowing him to dip the blade downward so it produced a wind-cutting sound. His infamous lavender hair had grown so that it stuck out a little bit under his ears and his bangs almost covering his eyes.
Suddenly the radical sounds ceased and the room went quiet, like the calm before a storm and the energy shield dissolved, revealing the Ouji who was glazed in sweat. He walked up to Trunks whose concentration was still on the sword. "Is that all you've been doing since after our meal, playing with your toy?" The Ouji taunted. Trunks still didn't meet his father's gaze. "It's not a toy," he said simply.
The Prince scowled and was about to make another smart remark when the boy broke out into a series of fighting moves with his sword. He was swift and obviously strong by the way he swung the thing. Vegeta hated to admit it to himself, but he was impressed. The boy finished his show and shoved his prized possession back into its sheath.
"Enough fancy crap, let's see what you're really made of," Vegeta said. Trunks looked surprised. "You want to spar with me?" The Ouji made a noise in his throat that sounded similar to a snort. "I was leaning more towards dueling." "Dueling?" Trunks repeated. "Yes. It's similar to the way the humans do it, only after we take ten steps you fire an attack of your choice." "But the winner is determined by who is still standing in the end, right?" "No, it's the one who can pull a tapeworm out of their ass first. Of course it's who's still standing!" Vegeta snapped
Trunks grumbled under his breath as he followed his father out to the middle of the room. They stood back to back, though Vegeta only came up to Trunk's shoulders, and readied themselves. "Ready?" asked Vegeta "Ready when you are, Trunks replied and they began.
1-2-3... Trunks counted to himself. He was unsure of what attack he should use. 4-5-6...Not to mention if he should actually try or just hold back for his father's sake. 7-8-9-10
Trunks spun himself around to see Vegeta already starting his move. The demi-saiyan cursed and started the first thing that came into his head.
"FINAL FLASH!" "KAME-HAME-HAH!"
But to each of their horror, they weren't able to see their attacks coming. Instead they both fell over in excruciating pain while the blasts headed toward one another. "This can't be happening!" Trunks screamed as he was hit by the explosion. Then, a fizzy sensation came over him, as if he were a shook-up bottle of pop, then everything went black.
When he became conscious again, his face was planted into the ground. 'Since when has the ground been...cushiony?' the demi-saiyan wondered as he pushed his palms into the floor and shakily, raised his upper body. He opened his eyes only to cry out in alarm and shut them again. The room was unexplainably bright, and cold too.
Trunks opened his eyes more slowly this time and noticed that the walls were the purest white he had ever seen - the floor was bright as well. He turned onto his side and noticed his father a few feet away. The Saiyan Prince was sprawled on his back with his arms and legs arranged so it looked like he was making a snow angel.
"Dad," Trunks whispered loudly. Vegeta stirred violently and groaned. Trunks sighed, relieved that his father was alive. "Am I…dead?" Vegeta queried aloud and opened his eyes. "Bloody Frieza in a thong! This isn't HFIL!"
"You're right, this isn't hell," an unknown voice said. The two Saiyans turned to see a bunch of what appeared to be silhouettes of people across the room. One was approaching them. "No," the voice continued, "this place, in my opinion, is much worse."
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"Worse?" Trunks was now standing up, hand ready to reach for his sword if needed. "Yeah worse. You deaf or something?" One of the shadows barked. A shuffle could be heard in the dark, yet it was drowned out by the first voice, coming from a man now fully standing in the light. "Sorry... Inu Yasha is like that sometimes, but he's just a little edgy from-"
"I'M NOT EDGY!!" the yell came from the shadows. The man standing in front of the Saiyans laughed nervously. Vegeta took the chance to look him over. Didn't look like much. He was dressed very odd – he looked like one of those guys out of one of those stupid television programs the woman would watch. The man had red hair, but the only thing that caught Vegeta's eye was the scar on his cheek. Reminded him of that fool that came to the Christmas party last year. Well besides that scar, this guy looked like a little shrimp. His power level backed that fact up.
"I'm Kenshin," the red head said with a bow. Vegeta hadn't noticed before, but this man had a sword hanging by his side. As Kenshin straightened up, his hand automatically went back to rest on the hilt. At the same time, Trunks also took notice of the sword, but quickly pushed the thought away. "I'm Trunks," he said, "and this is my father, Vegeta." The prince rose to his feet as he was introduced. "Where the hell are we?" the Saiyan Prince gruffly asked.
"Well, that's a little hard to explain, because we're not exactly sure of anything right now," the swordsman answered. "We've just recently arrived here ourselves, that we did." "Whoa, they get weirder every time, huh?" Another man came from the shadows, followed by one with white hair and…dog ears? The first had a poof of olive green hair and was lanky, wearing a casual suit. The second…. thing was dressed in red and looked seriously ticked off.
"First Red, then Dog Boy. And now we have some muscle heads? I don't even wanna know what else is gonna be tossed down here." "What was that!?" Vegeta snapped clenching his teeth together and taking a step forward, Trunks trying to hold him back. "Dad, be nice to them, okay? If you kill them we'll never find out anything!" Trunks said desperately. Vegeta didn't say anything, but he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the one in the suit for the length of their introductions.
"This is Spike," Kenshin again laughed, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. It was Kaoru all over again. Yet less pretty. And less nice. "And the one with the ears is Inu Yasha." Trunks looked at the sword at Kenshin's side, and then to the one at Inu Yasha's. "Pffft…I'm the only one who looks sexy with a sword," he mumbled to himself
"What was that?" Inu Yasha asked looking at the purple haired boy. "Uhh….nothing!" Trunks quickly said. "Oh great. He's deaf and he talks to himself." The demon turned his face to the ceiling. "WE DON'T DESERVE TO BE LOCKED IN WITH A PSYCHO!!!!"
"Um, anyway," Kenshin's laughter was starting to irritate Vegeta, but instead of yelling at the shrimp, he continued to keep an eye on Spike, who didn't really give a damn. "As you can probably tell we are all very different form each other," Kenshin glanced at Inu Yasha who sat against one of the padded walls. "And I don't think we all came from the same place. I, for instance, am from Japan. Inu Yasha here is also from Japan, but when we compared our worlds we found nothing in common. No cities, historical events…nothing. And I'm positive we don't have demons running around." Trunks nodded his head, trying to follow, though he did raise an eyebrow at the mention of demons.
"But Spike came from somewhere totally different." "So somehow she's making people from other worlds and times appear in this room." Inu Yasha added from the side. "She?" Vegeta asked finally prying his eyes away from Spike. (That sounded lustful. Spike x Vegeta = Fan Fiction gold! Onwards…) "Yes, she. Some crazy girl that comes around and picks one of us out to…" Spike shuddered.
"HA!" Vegeta held back the urge to slap his knee. "You let some girl boss you around and keep you in here?" "Hey, you just wait until she comes. She'll show you what I mean. We've all gone through the…welcoming ceremony, but you two just got here so…" Spike said with a wry smile. "All I can say is that's the worst thing I've gone through, and believe me, I've been through a lot of things." Inu Yasha sighed. The two Saiyans looked to each other, wondering what evil wait for them.
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Demise: As we go along, we plan to add more bishies, so if you have any suggestions for any, just tell us. Please review! ^_^