Dragon Ball Yugure Z
A Dragon Ball Z fanfiction
by Son Goharotto (son_goharotto@hotmail.com)
Welcome to Dragon Ball Yugure Z, my personal pet project. This is what I like to call a "multi-generational alternaverse epic." Expect a complex story spanning several volumes that are littered with cliff-hangers and titanic battles. DBYZ has been revised in its entirety. While some episodes have merely been ridden of typos, others have been rewritten completely. I'll be starting from the beginning at one episode a day so new readers can join in, undaunted by DBYZ's length, and old readers can review past events. All this is leading up to the new Episode 37, from which I'll try to keep a normal updating pace instead of letting this be forgotten as it once was.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I mgiht wish it not to be, DBZ does not belong to me. It's the property of Akira Toriyama-sama and many others who (unfortunately) aren't me. I'm not trying to make any money off of this and it's just a way for me to show my love of all things Dragon Ball. Well, except maybe GT. Bleah. I is teh poor, so don't sue me.
WARNINGS: As a whole, this series contains mature language (usually in Japanese), graphic violence, brutality, mature situations (non-lemon), and a touch of angst.
NOTES: A liberal amount of Japanese vocabulary is sprinkled throughout, though nothing extremely important is ever said in another language that isn't translated. Mostly just basic Otaku Japanese. I've compiled a list of phrases I use on my homepage here: www.enpitsudo-dojo.com/libjapanese.html.
"dialogue"
""layered voice"" (Fusion, for example)
{alien language}
[thoughts, telepathy, memories]
_stressed words_
*sounds*
~scene change~
Volume I -- The Nagareboshi Saga
Episode 06 -- Where's Goku!? Preparing for Battle!!
Goku shot through the pitch black hallway, each step carrying him at a speed the envy of professional athletes.. "Subarashii!" he said, his voice echoing about the hundreds of ornate stone arches that whizzed by overhead. "This is almost as long as Snake Way!" Surely it was the magic of this place that kept it hidden from sight on the outside.
Goku noticed a flickering point of light at the end of the passage. As he neared, he saw it was a single candle burning over a stone door frame. The door was of average size, a change of pace from the over-sized scale of everything else in the palace.
He put a hand on the door. Though difficult to see in the dim light, he could tell there were many detailed engravings. Groping about, he found a door knob, a large iron knocker in the shape of a hideous monster. Goku tried to pull the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Goku scrathed his head for a moment, then used the knocker as it was meant to and the door immediately swung open. Still griping the handle, Goku was flung into the darkness inside. Without a sound, the door closed, sealing him in.
~~~~~
There was a commotion at the gate to Tengoku. A spirit had fought its way out and was dodging the pursuing oni. It rushed through the gathering crowd and shot past Goz and Mez into Enma's office. "Where is he!?"
Enma, caught unaware, was startled to find a spirit confronting him. "Where is who?"
"My husband! Where is he!?"
"I'm sorry, Miss..." He began sifting through some papers.
"_Missus_ Chichi," she supplied.
"Oh! You're Goku-san's wife!"
"Hai, I am. Now where is he!?"
Enma looked a bit sheepish. "Sumimasen, demo...ah, he's gone."
"Nani? What do you _mean_ he's gone!? You can't bring him back!?" Chichi felt a sinking sensation. the only thing that had kept her from having a nervous breakdown was knowing the man she loved was still alive. But now...
Enma, sensing her distress, waved his hands placatingly. "Shinpai shinai!" he said quickly, "Goku-san will be back!" [I hope,] he added mentally. "You can wait in my private lounge until your husband returns." he pointed to his left.
"Domo arigato gozaimasu, Enma-sama," she said slowly, worn by the frenzy of her distress. She floated, then walked away towards a door on the side.
Chichi entered the lounge. It was huge, empty, and sparkling clean. Enma never had the time to come in here, so everything was still brand new. The soul floated up and settled on the massive cushions. Her thoughts wandered, thinking of how glad she was when she heard Goku was out of his slump.
She remembered the night everything changed. Goku was lost in his thoughts, somehow obsessed with defeating Nagareboshi. For years, he was a stranger in his own home. When Chichi tried to take his mind off the fighting, Goku responded with an almost agressive passion. The woman shivered, feeling guilty at the pleasure she felt that night. But then Gohan died and Chichi had no time to mourn the loss of her son. She was too busy tending to her broken husband. For his sake, she didn't cry and spared little time to dwell on it.
The following year had not been easy. Goku had taken to wandering the forest for days at a time. He spent most of his time back in his old shack deeper in the mountains. Chichi was alone with herself and her unborn child. The arrival of Bulma's family helped her stay focused, but that certainly didn't last long...
Slowly, Chichi fell into a weeping slumber. "Goku..."
~~~~~
Trunks was perhaps the most level-headed of the trio, always thinking ahead, the only voice of reason. However, even he had his little fetishes, and at the moment, he was totally absorbed in his activities. Trunks often spent his free time--what little of it there was--with a manga from his moderate collection or, in most instances, with his sword. It was a finely crafted blade, edge razor sharp with impeccable balance. Given the opportunity, he would spend hours, whet stone in hand, constantly sharpening the perfect blade. When cycling through a series of katas, Trunks could feel the ebb and flow of power with each swing, the graceful dance, deadly yet beaufi--
"TRUNKS!!!"
Reflexively, Trunks cringed, but like any dutiful son, he sheathed the blade and strapped it to his back as he made his way to his father. The Saiyajin no Ouji was in the high-grav gym, arms crossed and face crosser. "Doshitano, Papa?"
Vegeta's, voice however, was strangely subdued. "Where is Goten?"
"Tadaima." Goten trudged into the high-grav training center.
Vegeta refrained from asking how things had gone yesterday, the look on the young man's face enough to tell. "I have received word that Nagareboshi is soon to awaken." The two half-Saiyajin exchanged worried glances, but said nothing, so Vegeta continued. "Today we begin training."
"Demo, I thought --" Trunks blurted out.
"Hn! Iie, musuko. You see, now we have a time limit. From now on, we are going to train twenty-four-seven. Breaks only when I allow. Is that clear?" He waited for a moment and satisfied, assumed a fighting stance. "Computer, set gravity level to maximum." A moment of silence is broken by a few beeps from the computer and all three Saiyajin braced themselves as the gravity in the room quickly increased to approximately six hundred times normal.
A mischievous smirk appeared on Vegeta's face. "Ikusho!!"
~~~~~
"Oi... That hurts..." Goku rolled groggily to his feet. Disoriented, he staggered a bit before he found his footing. He blinked a couple times and rubbed his eyes to clear the spots he saw.
Goku stood upright and looked around, but saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. [Nani!? Am I...blind!?] He looked down and saw himself. He wasn't blind, everything around him had been replaced by an empty, black void. [Then, what am I standing on?] Goku stamped his feet and sure enough, he seemed to be on solid ground.
Goku walked a bit, hoping to find something, anything. It seemed as if he walked for hours until he noticed a strange light just over his left shoulder. It was like no color he had ever seen before, a mesmerizing hue that completely drew his attention.
As he approached, Goku became aware of voices just up ahead, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. The light also seemed to be moving, shifting in swirls of vibrant color. Finally, he reached the edge of the light. It was like a shimmering curtain, rippling in the air.
Tentatively, Goku put one hand to the light and pushed. His hand passed through unhindered and he felt only a slight tingling sensation. He could see it on the other side, though the image appeared fuzzy and distorted. Steeling himself, Goku steeped through.
A Dragon Ball Z fanfiction
by Son Goharotto (son_goharotto@hotmail.com)
Welcome to Dragon Ball Yugure Z, my personal pet project. This is what I like to call a "multi-generational alternaverse epic." Expect a complex story spanning several volumes that are littered with cliff-hangers and titanic battles. DBYZ has been revised in its entirety. While some episodes have merely been ridden of typos, others have been rewritten completely. I'll be starting from the beginning at one episode a day so new readers can join in, undaunted by DBYZ's length, and old readers can review past events. All this is leading up to the new Episode 37, from which I'll try to keep a normal updating pace instead of letting this be forgotten as it once was.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I mgiht wish it not to be, DBZ does not belong to me. It's the property of Akira Toriyama-sama and many others who (unfortunately) aren't me. I'm not trying to make any money off of this and it's just a way for me to show my love of all things Dragon Ball. Well, except maybe GT. Bleah. I is teh poor, so don't sue me.
WARNINGS: As a whole, this series contains mature language (usually in Japanese), graphic violence, brutality, mature situations (non-lemon), and a touch of angst.
NOTES: A liberal amount of Japanese vocabulary is sprinkled throughout, though nothing extremely important is ever said in another language that isn't translated. Mostly just basic Otaku Japanese. I've compiled a list of phrases I use on my homepage here: www.enpitsudo-dojo.com/libjapanese.html.
"dialogue"
""layered voice"" (Fusion, for example)
{alien language}
[thoughts, telepathy, memories]
_stressed words_
*sounds*
~scene change~
Volume I -- The Nagareboshi Saga
Episode 06 -- Where's Goku!? Preparing for Battle!!
Goku shot through the pitch black hallway, each step carrying him at a speed the envy of professional athletes.. "Subarashii!" he said, his voice echoing about the hundreds of ornate stone arches that whizzed by overhead. "This is almost as long as Snake Way!" Surely it was the magic of this place that kept it hidden from sight on the outside.
Goku noticed a flickering point of light at the end of the passage. As he neared, he saw it was a single candle burning over a stone door frame. The door was of average size, a change of pace from the over-sized scale of everything else in the palace.
He put a hand on the door. Though difficult to see in the dim light, he could tell there were many detailed engravings. Groping about, he found a door knob, a large iron knocker in the shape of a hideous monster. Goku tried to pull the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Goku scrathed his head for a moment, then used the knocker as it was meant to and the door immediately swung open. Still griping the handle, Goku was flung into the darkness inside. Without a sound, the door closed, sealing him in.
~~~~~
There was a commotion at the gate to Tengoku. A spirit had fought its way out and was dodging the pursuing oni. It rushed through the gathering crowd and shot past Goz and Mez into Enma's office. "Where is he!?"
Enma, caught unaware, was startled to find a spirit confronting him. "Where is who?"
"My husband! Where is he!?"
"I'm sorry, Miss..." He began sifting through some papers.
"_Missus_ Chichi," she supplied.
"Oh! You're Goku-san's wife!"
"Hai, I am. Now where is he!?"
Enma looked a bit sheepish. "Sumimasen, demo...ah, he's gone."
"Nani? What do you _mean_ he's gone!? You can't bring him back!?" Chichi felt a sinking sensation. the only thing that had kept her from having a nervous breakdown was knowing the man she loved was still alive. But now...
Enma, sensing her distress, waved his hands placatingly. "Shinpai shinai!" he said quickly, "Goku-san will be back!" [I hope,] he added mentally. "You can wait in my private lounge until your husband returns." he pointed to his left.
"Domo arigato gozaimasu, Enma-sama," she said slowly, worn by the frenzy of her distress. She floated, then walked away towards a door on the side.
Chichi entered the lounge. It was huge, empty, and sparkling clean. Enma never had the time to come in here, so everything was still brand new. The soul floated up and settled on the massive cushions. Her thoughts wandered, thinking of how glad she was when she heard Goku was out of his slump.
She remembered the night everything changed. Goku was lost in his thoughts, somehow obsessed with defeating Nagareboshi. For years, he was a stranger in his own home. When Chichi tried to take his mind off the fighting, Goku responded with an almost agressive passion. The woman shivered, feeling guilty at the pleasure she felt that night. But then Gohan died and Chichi had no time to mourn the loss of her son. She was too busy tending to her broken husband. For his sake, she didn't cry and spared little time to dwell on it.
The following year had not been easy. Goku had taken to wandering the forest for days at a time. He spent most of his time back in his old shack deeper in the mountains. Chichi was alone with herself and her unborn child. The arrival of Bulma's family helped her stay focused, but that certainly didn't last long...
Slowly, Chichi fell into a weeping slumber. "Goku..."
~~~~~
Trunks was perhaps the most level-headed of the trio, always thinking ahead, the only voice of reason. However, even he had his little fetishes, and at the moment, he was totally absorbed in his activities. Trunks often spent his free time--what little of it there was--with a manga from his moderate collection or, in most instances, with his sword. It was a finely crafted blade, edge razor sharp with impeccable balance. Given the opportunity, he would spend hours, whet stone in hand, constantly sharpening the perfect blade. When cycling through a series of katas, Trunks could feel the ebb and flow of power with each swing, the graceful dance, deadly yet beaufi--
"TRUNKS!!!"
Reflexively, Trunks cringed, but like any dutiful son, he sheathed the blade and strapped it to his back as he made his way to his father. The Saiyajin no Ouji was in the high-grav gym, arms crossed and face crosser. "Doshitano, Papa?"
Vegeta's, voice however, was strangely subdued. "Where is Goten?"
"Tadaima." Goten trudged into the high-grav training center.
Vegeta refrained from asking how things had gone yesterday, the look on the young man's face enough to tell. "I have received word that Nagareboshi is soon to awaken." The two half-Saiyajin exchanged worried glances, but said nothing, so Vegeta continued. "Today we begin training."
"Demo, I thought --" Trunks blurted out.
"Hn! Iie, musuko. You see, now we have a time limit. From now on, we are going to train twenty-four-seven. Breaks only when I allow. Is that clear?" He waited for a moment and satisfied, assumed a fighting stance. "Computer, set gravity level to maximum." A moment of silence is broken by a few beeps from the computer and all three Saiyajin braced themselves as the gravity in the room quickly increased to approximately six hundred times normal.
A mischievous smirk appeared on Vegeta's face. "Ikusho!!"
~~~~~
"Oi... That hurts..." Goku rolled groggily to his feet. Disoriented, he staggered a bit before he found his footing. He blinked a couple times and rubbed his eyes to clear the spots he saw.
Goku stood upright and looked around, but saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. [Nani!? Am I...blind!?] He looked down and saw himself. He wasn't blind, everything around him had been replaced by an empty, black void. [Then, what am I standing on?] Goku stamped his feet and sure enough, he seemed to be on solid ground.
Goku walked a bit, hoping to find something, anything. It seemed as if he walked for hours until he noticed a strange light just over his left shoulder. It was like no color he had ever seen before, a mesmerizing hue that completely drew his attention.
As he approached, Goku became aware of voices just up ahead, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. The light also seemed to be moving, shifting in swirls of vibrant color. Finally, he reached the edge of the light. It was like a shimmering curtain, rippling in the air.
Tentatively, Goku put one hand to the light and pushed. His hand passed through unhindered and he felt only a slight tingling sensation. He could see it on the other side, though the image appeared fuzzy and distorted. Steeling himself, Goku steeped through.