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 12 -- Could This Be The End!? I Won't Allow It!!
[Chotto matte, minna! You've gotta hold on! I need more time!]
Goku watched on from afar, his mind raging with conflict. Trying to help the others now might save them, but the Genki Dama was yet strong enough to kill Nagareboshi. However, if he waited to gather more power, Vegeta and the boys would most certainly be dead, or worse...
Meanwhile, Trunks gagged, slowly turning a shade of purple to match his hair. With Goten busted up, his father slowly dying, and Goku otherwise occupied--[What's taking him so damn long!?]--the lavender-haired Saiyajin knew it was up to him. Mustering his quickly-fading strength, Trunks balled a fist and punched himself just below the rib cage as hard as he could. The sudden jar forced the last wisps of air from his lungs, opening his windpipe just enough to breathe in air sweetened by the relief.
Bolstered by his second wind, Trunks paused for a glance at Goten, then turned up to his enemy. "Chikushome," he growled. Trunks launched up to attack Nagareboshi, trying either to pull away his father or slice off the beast's arm. However, the young warrior was slowed by fatigue and Nagareboshi laughingly dodged every move the half-Saiyajin made while carelessly whipping the twitching Vegeta around by his head.
""Well, boy! Is that the best you can do?"" the creature mocked. Furious, Trunks rushed in for a blow, but Nagareboshi delivered a fierce back hand to the teen's face, knocking him aside. ""How disappointing, and here I thought you were strong. But no, you're weak!""
"Dame!!" Goten shouted. Having pushed passed the pain, the youngest warrior flew up and round house kicked Nagareboshi in the head. "You shut up and let him GO!!" Goten kicked again and again, trying his damnedest, but failing.
Growing aggravated, Nagareboshi grabbed Goten by the leg and threw him at Trunks. The two fell from the air, falling to the rocky terrain below in a bone-jarring crash. ""Those two, such trouble makers! Na, ouji-sama?"" It laughed.
Weak and dying, Vegeta's fading mind shouted obscenities at his foe, but his body would not comply. It was like being sucked away, his very soul being pulled out through his face. Vegeta could feel his mind open and Nagareboshi absorbed the thoughts, sounds, images, reading the prince like a book. Vegeta saw his life literally flash before his eyes. The upbringing as a Saiyajin prince. The frustration as Furiza's obedient soldier. The isolation of being the last of his kind. The rage of always being in Goku's shadow. And then, new memories.
A young blue-haired woman giving him a sly, clever smile.
A lavender-haired baby cooing happily, held in his father's shaking arms.
A boy with wild, raven hair smiling mischievously.
Feelings welled up in Vegeta. Feelings that were strange, foreign, unexpected. Comforting. By sheer will alone, Vegeta opened an eye and stared directly into Nagareboshi's. "Kuta...bacchi....mae....." he rasped, blood spilling from between his lips.
""Aaahh, so you have some fight left in you, it seems."" Chuckling evilly, Nagareboshi turned to look down at Goten and Trunks. Goten's prone form stirred only slightly, but the latter was slowly rising to his feet, winded but still kicking. Flattening Its free hand down at the two, energy crackled in the air as the creature slowly, agonizingly slowly, gather Its ki. ""Well, let's see if we can't cut that last thread of hope.""
Ready to fire, It paused as something was shoved roughly in Its face. Looking past the white gloved hand, Nagareboshi stared back at the Saiyajin no Ouji. "I said...fuck you....and I MEANT IT!!!" With a shout, Vegeta released the last of his ki in one final attack, scorching Nagareboshi's face at point-blank range and rocking the beast back. It cringed from the blast, and screamed, clutching Its face and dropping Vegeta.
No longer able to hold himself in the air, Vegeta dropped like a rock. [Kakarotto, that's the best I could do. You're on your own now,] was his final thought as he slipped into unconsciousness, rapidly approaching the ground.
Woozy from the crash and the loss of blood, it took a moment for it to register in Trunks' mind that his father was going to break his neck. Finally dawning on him, Trunks snapped to attention and hurriedly took to the air. Moments before impact, Trunks latched onto his father's boot and pulled. Unexpectedly dragged down by his father's weight, Trunks lost his balance and the two tumbled down the rest of the way together. Considerably slower than before, they hit and rolled a ways, coming to a stop.
Groggy but otherwise unharmed by the fall, Trunks climbed shakily to his feet and faced the heavens, ready to defend his father from Nagareboshi. High up, the beast roared with fury and shot earth-ward, plummeting towards the ground. It cleared a bank of clouds, burning them away with the heat of Its passing and prepared to strike. Finally coming just close enough to vaguely make out Its target's face, Nagareboshi froze. Trunks' face was neither clouded with anger, or contorted in fear. In fact, he was smiling.
At whatever was just over Nagareboshi's shoulder.
The creature whirled, finding Itself face to face with a small star, at least a fifty meters wide and sparkling with a hue too vibrantly blue to be natural. The giant sphere of ki bore down on Nagareboshi and It panicked, firing a ki bolt at it, which was summarily sucked up into the orb's mass. ""OH SH--"" But Its words were cut of by the resounding crackle of electricity as the Genki Dama smashed into It.
All of a sudden, the calm skies became a raging storm. The wind accelerated, going from a gentle breeze to a violent whirlwind in moments. Dark, menacing clouds swirled around the enormous blue globe as it sank down into the earth. Smashing through the terrain farther and farther, tracks of land were ripped up and sucked into the vortex left by the giant sphere's passing. The sky too was torn asunder, frenetic bolts of lightning striking out like some wild serpent to biting into the earth, blowing away chunks of rock and soil. The crash of thunder was deafening and each strike made it seem as if the very world would be ripped in two.
Amidst it all, Goku hung in the air still. Even buffeted by wind and lightning, the warrior held his ground, using all his strength and concentration to push the Genki Dama down on top of his hated enemy. Down below, Trunks held tightly onto the bodies of Goten and Vegeta, trying futilely to shelter them from the end of the world.
And then, it blew.
*BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Light filled the sky, the gentle yellow glow of Sol over-powered by a searing blue radiance. Blinded by the light, Goku was knocked from the sky by the resulting shockwave. He felt the crazy, panicked feeling of being thrown until finally falling close enough to the ground that he could reach out and stop his spinning. He grabbed the edge of a large boulder and--though quickly loosing his grip--managed to slow himself so he fell straight to the rocks below. He felt the rough granite grind through his gi, rubbing his skin raw. But it was definitely a more welcome sensation than uncontrollable freefall.
As he lay there, falling debris covered Goku and he was buried under the rubble of what was once a mountain. It felt like forever. Waiting for something. Air running out. Flesh torn and bleeding. Muscles tired, stretched beyond their capabilities. Goku was never a religious man, but just this once, he prayed. But not for himself.
Sounds. Sounds of movement, the hard smashing of rock against rock. Shouts. Desperate, Goku reached up and pushed through the rock as best he could, trying to reach the source of these sounds. Finally, a feeling other than the pressure of being weighted down. Warmth, something grasping his hand, and the sensation of movement. Being pulled. And then, the air.
Goku gasped, sucking in air like he had been holding his breath for a month. The sudden light in his face would have been blinding if he wasn't already suffering the effects of the Genki Dama's explosion. The soft heat of the sun beat down on his back, a welcome change from the suffocatingly humid heat of being buried alive. A cool breeze blew lazily across Goku's face and he stood, his senses returning with each life-giving breath.
"Tousan, daijoubu desu ka?" asked Goten.
"Hai, I think so," Goku replied, a bit unsteady on his feet. Holding onto his son for support, the older warrior straightened out and paused, making sure he really was. "What about you? That arm looks pretty bad."
Goten laughed and winced. "Eh, I haven't forgotten 'bout it, but I think it'll be okay."
"Where are the others?"
"Over there," Goten answered, pointing over his shoulder. Just behind him, Trunks was busy tending to Vegeta, who had just begun to regain consciousness.
"Papa? Are you all right? Papa?"
"Stop fawning over me, brat," Vegeta hissed between cracked, bloody lips. "I'm still breathing aren't I?"
"Yeah, I think Vegeta's gonna be okay," Goku laughed. Leaning back, he stretched, trying to ease sore muscles into working properly again. "That was close, to close."
"You're tellin' me," Goten agreed with a chuckle, but cringed again. "What'd'ya say we get back. I'm real eager for a dunk in the regen tank, ne?" Goku flashed a grin and nodded.
"Oi, Goten! Gimme a hand here!" Trunks called. His friend rushed over and the two pulled Vegeta to his feet, the prince swearing a blue streak at the pain of being moved. Ignoring him, they carried the older man to Goku and the group slowly rose into the air. "You know, I cant help thinking this was all so anti-climactic."
"How so?" Goten asked.
Trunks shrugged, careful not to dislodge his cargo. "Well, I can't pin it down. And aside from some seriously messy landscaping, nothing really changed from when we left Capsule Corp last night, you know?"
"Was it really just last night?" Goten grinned. "Felt like weeks to me. But really, you can't expect life to be like one of those weird manga of yours."
"I know _that_," Trunks countered. "I just feel like it's not over."
""That's because it _isn't_.""
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 12 -- Could This Be The End!? I Won't Allow It!!
[Chotto matte, minna! You've gotta hold on! I need more time!]
Goku watched on from afar, his mind raging with conflict. Trying to help the others now might save them, but the Genki Dama was yet strong enough to kill Nagareboshi. However, if he waited to gather more power, Vegeta and the boys would most certainly be dead, or worse...
Meanwhile, Trunks gagged, slowly turning a shade of purple to match his hair. With Goten busted up, his father slowly dying, and Goku otherwise occupied--[What's taking him so damn long!?]--the lavender-haired Saiyajin knew it was up to him. Mustering his quickly-fading strength, Trunks balled a fist and punched himself just below the rib cage as hard as he could. The sudden jar forced the last wisps of air from his lungs, opening his windpipe just enough to breathe in air sweetened by the relief.
Bolstered by his second wind, Trunks paused for a glance at Goten, then turned up to his enemy. "Chikushome," he growled. Trunks launched up to attack Nagareboshi, trying either to pull away his father or slice off the beast's arm. However, the young warrior was slowed by fatigue and Nagareboshi laughingly dodged every move the half-Saiyajin made while carelessly whipping the twitching Vegeta around by his head.
""Well, boy! Is that the best you can do?"" the creature mocked. Furious, Trunks rushed in for a blow, but Nagareboshi delivered a fierce back hand to the teen's face, knocking him aside. ""How disappointing, and here I thought you were strong. But no, you're weak!""
"Dame!!" Goten shouted. Having pushed passed the pain, the youngest warrior flew up and round house kicked Nagareboshi in the head. "You shut up and let him GO!!" Goten kicked again and again, trying his damnedest, but failing.
Growing aggravated, Nagareboshi grabbed Goten by the leg and threw him at Trunks. The two fell from the air, falling to the rocky terrain below in a bone-jarring crash. ""Those two, such trouble makers! Na, ouji-sama?"" It laughed.
Weak and dying, Vegeta's fading mind shouted obscenities at his foe, but his body would not comply. It was like being sucked away, his very soul being pulled out through his face. Vegeta could feel his mind open and Nagareboshi absorbed the thoughts, sounds, images, reading the prince like a book. Vegeta saw his life literally flash before his eyes. The upbringing as a Saiyajin prince. The frustration as Furiza's obedient soldier. The isolation of being the last of his kind. The rage of always being in Goku's shadow. And then, new memories.
A young blue-haired woman giving him a sly, clever smile.
A lavender-haired baby cooing happily, held in his father's shaking arms.
A boy with wild, raven hair smiling mischievously.
Feelings welled up in Vegeta. Feelings that were strange, foreign, unexpected. Comforting. By sheer will alone, Vegeta opened an eye and stared directly into Nagareboshi's. "Kuta...bacchi....mae....." he rasped, blood spilling from between his lips.
""Aaahh, so you have some fight left in you, it seems."" Chuckling evilly, Nagareboshi turned to look down at Goten and Trunks. Goten's prone form stirred only slightly, but the latter was slowly rising to his feet, winded but still kicking. Flattening Its free hand down at the two, energy crackled in the air as the creature slowly, agonizingly slowly, gather Its ki. ""Well, let's see if we can't cut that last thread of hope.""
Ready to fire, It paused as something was shoved roughly in Its face. Looking past the white gloved hand, Nagareboshi stared back at the Saiyajin no Ouji. "I said...fuck you....and I MEANT IT!!!" With a shout, Vegeta released the last of his ki in one final attack, scorching Nagareboshi's face at point-blank range and rocking the beast back. It cringed from the blast, and screamed, clutching Its face and dropping Vegeta.
No longer able to hold himself in the air, Vegeta dropped like a rock. [Kakarotto, that's the best I could do. You're on your own now,] was his final thought as he slipped into unconsciousness, rapidly approaching the ground.
Woozy from the crash and the loss of blood, it took a moment for it to register in Trunks' mind that his father was going to break his neck. Finally dawning on him, Trunks snapped to attention and hurriedly took to the air. Moments before impact, Trunks latched onto his father's boot and pulled. Unexpectedly dragged down by his father's weight, Trunks lost his balance and the two tumbled down the rest of the way together. Considerably slower than before, they hit and rolled a ways, coming to a stop.
Groggy but otherwise unharmed by the fall, Trunks climbed shakily to his feet and faced the heavens, ready to defend his father from Nagareboshi. High up, the beast roared with fury and shot earth-ward, plummeting towards the ground. It cleared a bank of clouds, burning them away with the heat of Its passing and prepared to strike. Finally coming just close enough to vaguely make out Its target's face, Nagareboshi froze. Trunks' face was neither clouded with anger, or contorted in fear. In fact, he was smiling.
At whatever was just over Nagareboshi's shoulder.
The creature whirled, finding Itself face to face with a small star, at least a fifty meters wide and sparkling with a hue too vibrantly blue to be natural. The giant sphere of ki bore down on Nagareboshi and It panicked, firing a ki bolt at it, which was summarily sucked up into the orb's mass. ""OH SH--"" But Its words were cut of by the resounding crackle of electricity as the Genki Dama smashed into It.
All of a sudden, the calm skies became a raging storm. The wind accelerated, going from a gentle breeze to a violent whirlwind in moments. Dark, menacing clouds swirled around the enormous blue globe as it sank down into the earth. Smashing through the terrain farther and farther, tracks of land were ripped up and sucked into the vortex left by the giant sphere's passing. The sky too was torn asunder, frenetic bolts of lightning striking out like some wild serpent to biting into the earth, blowing away chunks of rock and soil. The crash of thunder was deafening and each strike made it seem as if the very world would be ripped in two.
Amidst it all, Goku hung in the air still. Even buffeted by wind and lightning, the warrior held his ground, using all his strength and concentration to push the Genki Dama down on top of his hated enemy. Down below, Trunks held tightly onto the bodies of Goten and Vegeta, trying futilely to shelter them from the end of the world.
And then, it blew.
*BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Light filled the sky, the gentle yellow glow of Sol over-powered by a searing blue radiance. Blinded by the light, Goku was knocked from the sky by the resulting shockwave. He felt the crazy, panicked feeling of being thrown until finally falling close enough to the ground that he could reach out and stop his spinning. He grabbed the edge of a large boulder and--though quickly loosing his grip--managed to slow himself so he fell straight to the rocks below. He felt the rough granite grind through his gi, rubbing his skin raw. But it was definitely a more welcome sensation than uncontrollable freefall.
As he lay there, falling debris covered Goku and he was buried under the rubble of what was once a mountain. It felt like forever. Waiting for something. Air running out. Flesh torn and bleeding. Muscles tired, stretched beyond their capabilities. Goku was never a religious man, but just this once, he prayed. But not for himself.
Sounds. Sounds of movement, the hard smashing of rock against rock. Shouts. Desperate, Goku reached up and pushed through the rock as best he could, trying to reach the source of these sounds. Finally, a feeling other than the pressure of being weighted down. Warmth, something grasping his hand, and the sensation of movement. Being pulled. And then, the air.
Goku gasped, sucking in air like he had been holding his breath for a month. The sudden light in his face would have been blinding if he wasn't already suffering the effects of the Genki Dama's explosion. The soft heat of the sun beat down on his back, a welcome change from the suffocatingly humid heat of being buried alive. A cool breeze blew lazily across Goku's face and he stood, his senses returning with each life-giving breath.
"Tousan, daijoubu desu ka?" asked Goten.
"Hai, I think so," Goku replied, a bit unsteady on his feet. Holding onto his son for support, the older warrior straightened out and paused, making sure he really was. "What about you? That arm looks pretty bad."
Goten laughed and winced. "Eh, I haven't forgotten 'bout it, but I think it'll be okay."
"Where are the others?"
"Over there," Goten answered, pointing over his shoulder. Just behind him, Trunks was busy tending to Vegeta, who had just begun to regain consciousness.
"Papa? Are you all right? Papa?"
"Stop fawning over me, brat," Vegeta hissed between cracked, bloody lips. "I'm still breathing aren't I?"
"Yeah, I think Vegeta's gonna be okay," Goku laughed. Leaning back, he stretched, trying to ease sore muscles into working properly again. "That was close, to close."
"You're tellin' me," Goten agreed with a chuckle, but cringed again. "What'd'ya say we get back. I'm real eager for a dunk in the regen tank, ne?" Goku flashed a grin and nodded.
"Oi, Goten! Gimme a hand here!" Trunks called. His friend rushed over and the two pulled Vegeta to his feet, the prince swearing a blue streak at the pain of being moved. Ignoring him, they carried the older man to Goku and the group slowly rose into the air. "You know, I cant help thinking this was all so anti-climactic."
"How so?" Goten asked.
Trunks shrugged, careful not to dislodge his cargo. "Well, I can't pin it down. And aside from some seriously messy landscaping, nothing really changed from when we left Capsule Corp last night, you know?"
"Was it really just last night?" Goten grinned. "Felt like weeks to me. But really, you can't expect life to be like one of those weird manga of yours."
"I know _that_," Trunks countered. "I just feel like it's not over."
""That's because it _isn't_.""