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 III -- Revelations
Episode 20 -- Paresu Meets the Family!! Goten's Anxious Anticipation!!
"Anyway, who's this Trunks?"
"He's my best friend," Goten answered, perking up, "Known him since I was just a baby. Wanna meet him?"
"I'd love to!" Paresu turned her head to face forward. "Mm, nice timing."
"Hn? Oh, we're here!" Goten realized, recognizing the familiar dome of the Capsule Corporation main compound (though partially flattened, no one had taken the time to make repairs). Trunks was out front practicing his sword forms. "Oi! Trunks-kun!"
Trunks looked up from his practicing to see Goten approaching him with a young woman. The older Saiyajin raised an eyebrow at seeing Paresu. "Goten-kun! Who's this?" Trunks nodded in Paresu's direction, sheathing the sword over his back. "Ohayo, hajimemashite."
Goten clasped his friend on the shoulder and indicated Paresu with the other as he made his introduction. "This is Paresu. I met her this morning. Paresu-kun, this is my best friend, Trunks."
Paresu bowed again. "Ohayo, Trunks-san. It is an honor to meet you."
Trunk bowed with exaggerated flourish. "Onegai, the honor is all mine." He straightened out and glanced at the younger Saiyajin. He laughed ruefully. "Judging by Goten's expression, it seems you've stolen my friend away from me," he said with a wry smirk.
Goten realized he had been staring at Paresu's profile and wiped the silly grin off his face. "S-shut up!"
Paresu laughed too. "Not at all, Trunks-kun. I think we can share him for a while, ne?"
"I suppose so. I have no use for him in bed anyway," Trunks responded.
"I'm sure I can find something to for him to do."
Goten's face was smeared with indignation. "I'm right here!! Do you mind!! I don't appreciate you talking about me as if I were side of beef!!" He turned to Paresu. "And just _what_ was that _last_ comment supposed to mean!?"
Paresu ignored Goten, instead turning back to Trunks. "I though it was pretty clear. Wouldn't you agree?"
Trunks struck a ridiculous looking pose that was supposed to look like he was thinking it over. "Well, you have to remember, Goten is rather..." Trunks leaned towards Paresu and whispered behind his hand, "simple."
"Dame da, kuso!!" Goten reached for Trunks' neck, making a strangling motion with his hands.
Trunks stepped back, laughing as he waved his hands placatingly. "Iie, onegai shimasu, somebody help me!" Paresu fell onto the grass, rolling with laughter as Trunks feigned distress. "Can't somebody protect me from this brute!" he cried in a falsetto.
"TRUNKS!!" Goten fumed. He chased the elder Saiyajin across the yard, ready to throttle his 'best friend'. Paresu was making some attempt to stifle her laughter and get to her feet, but wasn't succeeding.
"YAMERO!!!" came a gruff roar. Vegeta landed right between the two young men, looking particularly cheesed off. Trunks straightened quickly, embarrassed by his lack of composure. Goten was equally embarrassed and jerked back in a reflexive salute. "What's the meaning of this!!" he roared.
While Goten and Trunks tried to ramble out an explanation, Paresu rose to her feet and accessed the vegetable-haired man. [Mmm... that'll be a tough nut to crack...] Bravely, she stepped forward and bowed. "Konnichi wa, Vegeta-ouji. I'm afraid it was my fault."
Vegeta regarded her coolly. "Who's this? Goten!"
Goten immediately stepped forward to introduce the girl. "This is my friend Paresu, jisan. I met her today," he explained quickly before retreating. Vegeta was very intimidating when he was like this.
Paresu straightened and flashed a smile that had little effect on the stony Saiyajin. "Might I say, your Majesty. I am honored to meet you. It is not every day one is graced with the presence of the prince of an entire race."
Vegeta seemed wary, but only a moment passed before he barked with uncharacteristic laughter. "Now only if all human's were this respectful," he murmured to himself. "Tell me girl, how do you know that?"
"I spent some time with Goku-sama, your Majesty. He had many, er...things...to say about you."
"Baka Kakarotto. Whatever he said about me was most likely too flattering."
"He thought you might say that."
"Che," the prince 'che'd. Vegeta walked towards a small building Paresu guessed was their home. Vegeta waved his hand, negligently dismissing his two charges. Trunks immediately followed in his father's wake and Goten (quite unconsciously) took Paresu's hand to lead her into the house.
"You know, your Majesty," she said, following them into the kitchen. "You might want to think about just naming yourself king. It's not like someone's going to try and stop you." She sat down at the table and Trunks handed her a glass of water.
"Wouldn't matter if I did," he responded. "I can't claim that rank because I haven't taken Mattuih ne Kanea. The ceremonial Rite of Passage." He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and downed it effortlessly. Vegeta crushed the bottle in his hand and chucked it before grabbing another.
"Which is?"
"I'd have to kill my father," he answered offhandedly. "Furiza took that chance away from me." He turned to face Trunks, his gaze cold and dangerous. "That also means you can't try it on me."
Trunks looked startled. "I wouldn't do that, Papa!"
"Just as well. You wouldn't be able to anyway and I'd hate to have to kill you when you fail." Without further ado, Vegeta exited the kitchen and walked outside in the general direction of the high-grav gym.
"Is he always that... cold-blooded?" Paresu asked.
"No," Goten offered, perching on the kitchen counter. "He's usually worse."
"Dama da," Trunks said quickly. Goten immediately hopped down off of the counter. Paresu observed the little exchange with certain amusement.
"Well, I guess I'll be going," Paresu said after finishing her drink. She handed the glass to Trunks and he set it aside on the counter.
"Sude ni?" Goten asked disappointedly.
"Hai, I should tell my brother where I've been for the past week or so." Paresu couldn't help feeling she had forgotten something. She was about to give up on it when the pitiful look on Goten's face triggered her memory. "Oh, one more thing. Goten-kun, I'll be going down to the Paozu Mountains in a couple of weeks to train with Goku-sama some more. You should come too."
"Honto? Tousan's back already? I'll be there!"
"Yosh'! Jaa ne, Goten-kun, Trunks-kun."
"Jaa ne!" they said in unison. They waited for her to leave and sat in silence for several minutes. Trunks was making himself a sandwich while Goten sat in contemplation. The elder of the two sat down at the table next to his friend and made short work of the sandwich. Trunks grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and threw one to Goten. He took a sip before finally speaking up. "Kanojo kawaii. I like her."
"Back off."
~~~~~
For Goten, the next two weeks passed by in a daze. Anxiously awaiting his visit to his father's home, the youngest Saiyajin was a bit vague, lost in his own thoughts. Trunks watched this change in his best friend and was glad to see how well Goten was adjusting -- so to speak. Vegeta, on the other hand, was a tad perturbed that Goten wasn't really paying attention to his sparring.
"KUSOTTARE! AHONDARA! BAKAYARO!" Vegeta stormed through the common room, spewing forth a variety of obscenities regarding Goten's lack of focus recently. "TON'MA! KONO YOGORE!"
Trunks cringed away from the fountain of vulgarities that had sprung forth from his father's mouth. "Onegai, Papa. Must you?" Vegeta leveled an dark glare at his son. "Just a suggestion," Trunks said quickly in his defense.
"Tell me something, ore no musuko," Vegeta began, deceptively calm. Trunks was wary of his father's suddenly relaxed manner. "Why is Goten such a BAKA! CHIEOKURE!"
"Ah, Papa... Perhaps you should just relax. Goten's just excited he's going to see his own tousan. It's understandable considering..." Trunks trailed off when he realized that Vegeta was boring a hole in his face with a particularly frigid stare. "Nanimo," he murmured.
The Saiyajin no Ouji was having immense trouble trying to control his frustration and decided to vent his rage on the furniture. Trunks winced as piece by piece, Vegeta demolished the room. The snapping of wood, the crunching of stone, and the shattering of glass resounded about the large room like a horrendous storm and the prince's son tried his very best to be absolutely absorbed in his sword sharpening. When just about everything was broken, Vegeta stood still, realizing he wasn't that mad anymore. "I feel surprisingly at ease," he stated, a touch of shock in his voice.
"Subarashii," Trunks muttered blandly. "Praise Kami."
Unfortunately that didn't last long as a very happy Goten entered the room, whistling an annoyingly upbeat song (yes, it's still Makafushigi Adventure). He stopped as he saw Vegeta, ignoring the fact that his guardian's teeth were grinding audibly. "Oh o~jisa~n!" he sing-songed, "I 'm gonna --" But his words were cut off as Vegeta pounded his way into the next room, missing the door by about a meter. "...What flew up his butt?"
"Shinpai shinai, he's just a little touchy right now. He'll calm down in about--" Trunks checked his watch, "--three days. Where are you going?" he asked, noticing the duffle bag slung over his friend's shoulder.
"Oh! I'm gonna head off to tousan's house right now. When Vegeta-san cools off, tell him I'll be back in a month or so."
"Say 'ohayo' to your tousan and Paresu for me."
"Hai. Jaa ne, Trunks-kun." Goten strolled outside, careful to avoid Vegeta's tirade of violence on the other side of the house. Taking one last look around, Goten jumped into the air and flew roughly east, towards the Paozu mountains.
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 III -- Revelations
Episode 20 -- Paresu Meets the Family!! Goten's Anxious Anticipation!!
"Anyway, who's this Trunks?"
"He's my best friend," Goten answered, perking up, "Known him since I was just a baby. Wanna meet him?"
"I'd love to!" Paresu turned her head to face forward. "Mm, nice timing."
"Hn? Oh, we're here!" Goten realized, recognizing the familiar dome of the Capsule Corporation main compound (though partially flattened, no one had taken the time to make repairs). Trunks was out front practicing his sword forms. "Oi! Trunks-kun!"
Trunks looked up from his practicing to see Goten approaching him with a young woman. The older Saiyajin raised an eyebrow at seeing Paresu. "Goten-kun! Who's this?" Trunks nodded in Paresu's direction, sheathing the sword over his back. "Ohayo, hajimemashite."
Goten clasped his friend on the shoulder and indicated Paresu with the other as he made his introduction. "This is Paresu. I met her this morning. Paresu-kun, this is my best friend, Trunks."
Paresu bowed again. "Ohayo, Trunks-san. It is an honor to meet you."
Trunk bowed with exaggerated flourish. "Onegai, the honor is all mine." He straightened out and glanced at the younger Saiyajin. He laughed ruefully. "Judging by Goten's expression, it seems you've stolen my friend away from me," he said with a wry smirk.
Goten realized he had been staring at Paresu's profile and wiped the silly grin off his face. "S-shut up!"
Paresu laughed too. "Not at all, Trunks-kun. I think we can share him for a while, ne?"
"I suppose so. I have no use for him in bed anyway," Trunks responded.
"I'm sure I can find something to for him to do."
Goten's face was smeared with indignation. "I'm right here!! Do you mind!! I don't appreciate you talking about me as if I were side of beef!!" He turned to Paresu. "And just _what_ was that _last_ comment supposed to mean!?"
Paresu ignored Goten, instead turning back to Trunks. "I though it was pretty clear. Wouldn't you agree?"
Trunks struck a ridiculous looking pose that was supposed to look like he was thinking it over. "Well, you have to remember, Goten is rather..." Trunks leaned towards Paresu and whispered behind his hand, "simple."
"Dame da, kuso!!" Goten reached for Trunks' neck, making a strangling motion with his hands.
Trunks stepped back, laughing as he waved his hands placatingly. "Iie, onegai shimasu, somebody help me!" Paresu fell onto the grass, rolling with laughter as Trunks feigned distress. "Can't somebody protect me from this brute!" he cried in a falsetto.
"TRUNKS!!" Goten fumed. He chased the elder Saiyajin across the yard, ready to throttle his 'best friend'. Paresu was making some attempt to stifle her laughter and get to her feet, but wasn't succeeding.
"YAMERO!!!" came a gruff roar. Vegeta landed right between the two young men, looking particularly cheesed off. Trunks straightened quickly, embarrassed by his lack of composure. Goten was equally embarrassed and jerked back in a reflexive salute. "What's the meaning of this!!" he roared.
While Goten and Trunks tried to ramble out an explanation, Paresu rose to her feet and accessed the vegetable-haired man. [Mmm... that'll be a tough nut to crack...] Bravely, she stepped forward and bowed. "Konnichi wa, Vegeta-ouji. I'm afraid it was my fault."
Vegeta regarded her coolly. "Who's this? Goten!"
Goten immediately stepped forward to introduce the girl. "This is my friend Paresu, jisan. I met her today," he explained quickly before retreating. Vegeta was very intimidating when he was like this.
Paresu straightened and flashed a smile that had little effect on the stony Saiyajin. "Might I say, your Majesty. I am honored to meet you. It is not every day one is graced with the presence of the prince of an entire race."
Vegeta seemed wary, but only a moment passed before he barked with uncharacteristic laughter. "Now only if all human's were this respectful," he murmured to himself. "Tell me girl, how do you know that?"
"I spent some time with Goku-sama, your Majesty. He had many, er...things...to say about you."
"Baka Kakarotto. Whatever he said about me was most likely too flattering."
"He thought you might say that."
"Che," the prince 'che'd. Vegeta walked towards a small building Paresu guessed was their home. Vegeta waved his hand, negligently dismissing his two charges. Trunks immediately followed in his father's wake and Goten (quite unconsciously) took Paresu's hand to lead her into the house.
"You know, your Majesty," she said, following them into the kitchen. "You might want to think about just naming yourself king. It's not like someone's going to try and stop you." She sat down at the table and Trunks handed her a glass of water.
"Wouldn't matter if I did," he responded. "I can't claim that rank because I haven't taken Mattuih ne Kanea. The ceremonial Rite of Passage." He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and downed it effortlessly. Vegeta crushed the bottle in his hand and chucked it before grabbing another.
"Which is?"
"I'd have to kill my father," he answered offhandedly. "Furiza took that chance away from me." He turned to face Trunks, his gaze cold and dangerous. "That also means you can't try it on me."
Trunks looked startled. "I wouldn't do that, Papa!"
"Just as well. You wouldn't be able to anyway and I'd hate to have to kill you when you fail." Without further ado, Vegeta exited the kitchen and walked outside in the general direction of the high-grav gym.
"Is he always that... cold-blooded?" Paresu asked.
"No," Goten offered, perching on the kitchen counter. "He's usually worse."
"Dama da," Trunks said quickly. Goten immediately hopped down off of the counter. Paresu observed the little exchange with certain amusement.
"Well, I guess I'll be going," Paresu said after finishing her drink. She handed the glass to Trunks and he set it aside on the counter.
"Sude ni?" Goten asked disappointedly.
"Hai, I should tell my brother where I've been for the past week or so." Paresu couldn't help feeling she had forgotten something. She was about to give up on it when the pitiful look on Goten's face triggered her memory. "Oh, one more thing. Goten-kun, I'll be going down to the Paozu Mountains in a couple of weeks to train with Goku-sama some more. You should come too."
"Honto? Tousan's back already? I'll be there!"
"Yosh'! Jaa ne, Goten-kun, Trunks-kun."
"Jaa ne!" they said in unison. They waited for her to leave and sat in silence for several minutes. Trunks was making himself a sandwich while Goten sat in contemplation. The elder of the two sat down at the table next to his friend and made short work of the sandwich. Trunks grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and threw one to Goten. He took a sip before finally speaking up. "Kanojo kawaii. I like her."
"Back off."
~~~~~
For Goten, the next two weeks passed by in a daze. Anxiously awaiting his visit to his father's home, the youngest Saiyajin was a bit vague, lost in his own thoughts. Trunks watched this change in his best friend and was glad to see how well Goten was adjusting -- so to speak. Vegeta, on the other hand, was a tad perturbed that Goten wasn't really paying attention to his sparring.
"KUSOTTARE! AHONDARA! BAKAYARO!" Vegeta stormed through the common room, spewing forth a variety of obscenities regarding Goten's lack of focus recently. "TON'MA! KONO YOGORE!"
Trunks cringed away from the fountain of vulgarities that had sprung forth from his father's mouth. "Onegai, Papa. Must you?" Vegeta leveled an dark glare at his son. "Just a suggestion," Trunks said quickly in his defense.
"Tell me something, ore no musuko," Vegeta began, deceptively calm. Trunks was wary of his father's suddenly relaxed manner. "Why is Goten such a BAKA! CHIEOKURE!"
"Ah, Papa... Perhaps you should just relax. Goten's just excited he's going to see his own tousan. It's understandable considering..." Trunks trailed off when he realized that Vegeta was boring a hole in his face with a particularly frigid stare. "Nanimo," he murmured.
The Saiyajin no Ouji was having immense trouble trying to control his frustration and decided to vent his rage on the furniture. Trunks winced as piece by piece, Vegeta demolished the room. The snapping of wood, the crunching of stone, and the shattering of glass resounded about the large room like a horrendous storm and the prince's son tried his very best to be absolutely absorbed in his sword sharpening. When just about everything was broken, Vegeta stood still, realizing he wasn't that mad anymore. "I feel surprisingly at ease," he stated, a touch of shock in his voice.
"Subarashii," Trunks muttered blandly. "Praise Kami."
Unfortunately that didn't last long as a very happy Goten entered the room, whistling an annoyingly upbeat song (yes, it's still Makafushigi Adventure). He stopped as he saw Vegeta, ignoring the fact that his guardian's teeth were grinding audibly. "Oh o~jisa~n!" he sing-songed, "I 'm gonna --" But his words were cut off as Vegeta pounded his way into the next room, missing the door by about a meter. "...What flew up his butt?"
"Shinpai shinai, he's just a little touchy right now. He'll calm down in about--" Trunks checked his watch, "--three days. Where are you going?" he asked, noticing the duffle bag slung over his friend's shoulder.
"Oh! I'm gonna head off to tousan's house right now. When Vegeta-san cools off, tell him I'll be back in a month or so."
"Say 'ohayo' to your tousan and Paresu for me."
"Hai. Jaa ne, Trunks-kun." Goten strolled outside, careful to avoid Vegeta's tirade of violence on the other side of the house. Taking one last look around, Goten jumped into the air and flew roughly east, towards the Paozu mountains.