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 22 -- A Hero's Surprise Depression!! Shocking News for Son Goku!!
"Bad thoughts..."
Goten reacted immediately, and pulled away just slightly so that he could look his father in the face. "What is it tousan?" he asked softly. "Why are you... Why?"
Goku raised his head from his arms, his cheeks stained with tears. The scar on his face almost seemed to disappear in his ashen complection. "Bad thoughts.... bad thoughts..." he choked out, almost like a child. "They... they won't... go away..." Goku collapsed into Goten's arms, exhausted from his weeping. Goten better positioned his father in his arms and half-carried him to his bed.
When Goku was finally settled, Paresu pushed the black spiky bangs from his eyes, wiping away the sweat of a man overburdened. She kissed his forehead gently, then turned to Goten. Together, they left the room so Goku could rest. As Goten closed the door, Goku murmured in his sleep, whether from dreams or nightmares, one could only guess.
"What do we do, Goten-chan?" Paresu asked, her voice thick with distress.
"I-I don't know. I just don't..." Goten slammed a fist into his palm in frustration. "Kuso!"
Paresu shook her head, trying clear the memory of the painful morning from her head. With a choked shout, she ran into Goten's arms and he accepted her without hesitation. They stood that way in the small hallway for several more minutes. Finally, Paresu pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She tried to speak, but nothing came out.
Goten took a deep breath. "Paresu-chan. I think maybe we should take turns watching tousan today. I'll go first. Onegai, go back to bed and get some rest."
"Are you sure?" she managed to say.
He nodded gravely. "Hai, ima onegai. Go back to bed." Without thinking, Goten leaned down and kissed the young woman tenderly on the cheek. He smiled warmly and turned her around to face her bedroom. "Iku," he said gently.
Paresu walked slowly to the door leading into her room. She turned to look back at Goten, who still watched her. She smiled with confidence she didn't feel and closed the door behind her.
~~~~~
"Are you nuts!?" Goten roared, though he instantly regretted it. Fortunately, Goku's face showed no anger at the outburst. Calming himself, Goten continued in a more dignified manner. "Otousan, I'm not going to leave, especially not now."
"Onegai, Goten-kun. Just leave. I need to work some things out. I hafta do this alone."
"Demo! --"
"Iie, listen to me. Tousan da, ne? Just go. It'll be okay." Goku smiled weakly. It wasn't very reassuring.
Unfortunately, Goten realized there was no point in pursuing the matter. Talking to Goku was like talking to a brick, and he was even more stubborn. "I don't like it."
"You don't have to. Go back to Vegeta and Trunks. You have a home there." Goku turned to look back at the house he had built twice now. "I'm not too sure 'bout this place right now."
Goten shook his head. "That's a horrible thing to say, tousan... But I can't argue with you. I'll be back," he finished almost warningly. Goten turned away, disgusted half with his father for being like this and half with himself for giving up. The young man stopped next to Paresu, whom Goku had also turned away. "Onegai, Paresu-chan. Check up on him from time to time?"
She nodded, "I will. Goten-chan?"
"Mm, hai?"
"What are we going to do?"
"...Wait. Shikata ga nai. Ah, Paresu-chan. You know, your always welcome at Capsule Corp. Feel free to stop by for a visit anytime."
"I promise I will. Jaa ne, Goten-chan." She stretched up onto her tiptoes to reach his face and kissed him once again on the cheek, though this time it wasn't teasingly.
"Jaa ne." Not turning to look back, Goten pushed away from the ground and flew away to the west.
~~~~~
"Bakana!" Trunks stood up quickly, sending the chair he had been occupying skidding across the floor. "Why the hell did you just leave!"
Goten's head hung and he shook it slowly in sadness. "I had no choice in the matter, Trunks-kun. He made me leave." Goten had just finished telling his best friend and guardian what had taken place during the past month. He glossed over some of the more emotional events, but he still felt obliged to reveal the extent of his father's despair.
Trunks slammed his fist against the wall in anger. Anger directed not at Goten or even Goku, but more at himself for not sensing the approaching trouble. He was silent for a moment before responding more sedately. "I gather you never noticed that presence again?"
"Nani? You mean the one from before!? Iie, not once the whole time. I thought it was gone."
"Unfortunately not. I began to manifest more often now, getting stronger and closer every day." He punched into one hand. "Kuso! Something bad's been kicking around for some time now. Now it's a matter of when." After a pause, Trunks turned to face his father. "Papa?"
Vegeta, who had not spoken once during the entire narration, sat calmly on the edge of the table. With his eyes closed, he seemed methodical, as if meditating. Slowly, he opened them and looked towards his son, not with the usual scowl, but a strange uncertainty. "I don't know anymore than you, Trunks. You're right though, it's a waiting game now. And it seems Kakarotto's going to be the center of attention."
"Then what do we do?" Goten pleaded, his voice thick, but still strong.
"Nothing we can do but prepare. Don't let your guard down boys, a storm's brewing but we can't see it." With that, Vegeta turned and exited the room, his shoulders slightly hunched over, deep in thought.
After the Saiyajin no Ouji was out of earshot, Goten leaned close to Trunks, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I don't like this Trunks. Tousan's down in the dumps and Vegeta-san is actually thinking first. I was half expecting him to offer to blow tousan's head off to prevent some kinda trouble."
Trunks drew back and regarded the younger man before him. "What's gotten into you!? Papa's not that bad!"
"You are you kidding!? ...Gomen, I'm afraid things have soured my mood some what. It's just--" But Goten cut off as an enormous power sent a tingling sensation down his spine. "Trunks!!"
"Hai," he said, his voice wavering slightly. "I felt it too. Kami, nande yo!?"
Outside the main compound, Vegeta was hovering in the air. His face set in a tight scowl of anger and confusion, and perhaps something else. Fear. His muscles bunch in anticipation of the coming -- what, battle? Could such a momentous event be restricted to physical combat? And that is what Vegeta fears most of all. The reality that he is powerless to stop the very tides of change. The cold west wind wraps his body in an icy grip, but the Saiyajin no Ouji could care less as he faces an enormous threat, not from the east, but from the north.
~~~~~
The assemblage of deities converged on Mikaboshi as one, each of their voices demanding him to stop, but he would not. Only Susanoh seemed unsurprised as the dark god disappeared, already en route to the mortal world. "Why are you surprised?" Mikaboshi laughed, mockingly. "You always suspected I was cheating, didn't you? But now you can't stop me!"
As hard as they tried, non of the other gods could break the barrier their brother had erected. "You're mad!" Bishamon cried. "If you do that, you'll destroy the world!"
The voice of the samurai's younger brother echoed back to him in a haunting cackle. "I know! And when you fools have lost your foothold in that world, you'll have no power against me in this one! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!!"
~~~~~
Across hundreds of worlds, amidst barren wastes to untamed wilderness to great civilizations, the very fabric of reality shudders and is drawn taught with strain. Such a power was never meant to be drawn into the mortal plane and everything in the universe, from the inanimate to the sentient, feels it's coming.
However, it is one person that suffers the greatest. The vessel in which Mikaboshi will inhabit and thus destroy all existence. One young woman, born with no other purpose but to act as the Avatar. One young woman who wishes dearly to help a beloved friend and mentor. One young woman who answers to the name Paresu.
Paresu staggers back, the agony of a sudden supreme awareness far too much to bear. She clutches her head and her slender body spasms in pain, her shrill cry attracting the attention of simple bystanders. Some rush over to help, many stand idly, enthralled by the spectacle. But none of them matter now, for Paresu's mind is too far gone to acknowledge their presence.
Alien thoughts flood her mind, images and concepts so completely beyond imagination that not even a hundred artists, writers, or philosophers could ever come up with it's like. Paresu is witness to the creation of the universe, the evolution of first life, and finally the end of it all. Countless eons of history pass in the flicker of an eye and the rise and fall of even the greatest civilizations becomes an ever day, every second, occurrence.
But it is not only the thoughts of a God that infiltrate this young woman's mind. It is the power as well. A rolling, convulsing mist gathers just under her skin, the glowing nimbus radiating power and growing every second. Spectators draw back in terror, but their time has already come. The initial backlash of power explodes from Paresu's body, decimating fifteen city blocks of the North City.
Like some demonic bullet, Paresu screams across the sky, even now her body twisting and contorting to fit a new occupant. The immense power she has unwillingly accepted is far too much for her to contain and she flies wildly, over Penguin Village one second, then over the Yahhoi forest the next. Finally she stopped somewhere over the Central Plains, the mind of the Lord of Darkness having taken full command. Glowing red eyes flutter open and gazes with clinic indifference at her first victim, Chikyuu.
And her first rival, Son Goku.
~~~~~
Vegeta rocketed back down to the ground the instant he sensed a huge spike of ki. Nearly colliding with the boys as they rushed out of the house, Vegeta spun to steady himself. "C'mon!! Ikusho!!" he shouted without explanation. Not looking back, Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyajin and flew off towards the southeast.
Goten and Trunks spared no time to catch up and quickly gained on the prince. "Tousan!!" Trunks shouted over the roar of the wind. "What's going on!!?"
"I don't know, baka!! Can't you feel that ki!!? It just stopped over the central plains!!"
"Are we going to fight--" Goten groped for the word "--whoever it is that's so strong!!?"
"I have no idea!! Now shut up and fly faster!!"
The three flew on in silence then, all of them too nervous to think of anything. It would take several minutes to reach the interior of the central plains and considering the size of the power out there, they had plenty of time to contemplate their own mortality.
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 22 -- A Hero's Surprise Depression!! Shocking News for Son Goku!!
"Bad thoughts..."
Goten reacted immediately, and pulled away just slightly so that he could look his father in the face. "What is it tousan?" he asked softly. "Why are you... Why?"
Goku raised his head from his arms, his cheeks stained with tears. The scar on his face almost seemed to disappear in his ashen complection. "Bad thoughts.... bad thoughts..." he choked out, almost like a child. "They... they won't... go away..." Goku collapsed into Goten's arms, exhausted from his weeping. Goten better positioned his father in his arms and half-carried him to his bed.
When Goku was finally settled, Paresu pushed the black spiky bangs from his eyes, wiping away the sweat of a man overburdened. She kissed his forehead gently, then turned to Goten. Together, they left the room so Goku could rest. As Goten closed the door, Goku murmured in his sleep, whether from dreams or nightmares, one could only guess.
"What do we do, Goten-chan?" Paresu asked, her voice thick with distress.
"I-I don't know. I just don't..." Goten slammed a fist into his palm in frustration. "Kuso!"
Paresu shook her head, trying clear the memory of the painful morning from her head. With a choked shout, she ran into Goten's arms and he accepted her without hesitation. They stood that way in the small hallway for several more minutes. Finally, Paresu pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She tried to speak, but nothing came out.
Goten took a deep breath. "Paresu-chan. I think maybe we should take turns watching tousan today. I'll go first. Onegai, go back to bed and get some rest."
"Are you sure?" she managed to say.
He nodded gravely. "Hai, ima onegai. Go back to bed." Without thinking, Goten leaned down and kissed the young woman tenderly on the cheek. He smiled warmly and turned her around to face her bedroom. "Iku," he said gently.
Paresu walked slowly to the door leading into her room. She turned to look back at Goten, who still watched her. She smiled with confidence she didn't feel and closed the door behind her.
~~~~~
"Are you nuts!?" Goten roared, though he instantly regretted it. Fortunately, Goku's face showed no anger at the outburst. Calming himself, Goten continued in a more dignified manner. "Otousan, I'm not going to leave, especially not now."
"Onegai, Goten-kun. Just leave. I need to work some things out. I hafta do this alone."
"Demo! --"
"Iie, listen to me. Tousan da, ne? Just go. It'll be okay." Goku smiled weakly. It wasn't very reassuring.
Unfortunately, Goten realized there was no point in pursuing the matter. Talking to Goku was like talking to a brick, and he was even more stubborn. "I don't like it."
"You don't have to. Go back to Vegeta and Trunks. You have a home there." Goku turned to look back at the house he had built twice now. "I'm not too sure 'bout this place right now."
Goten shook his head. "That's a horrible thing to say, tousan... But I can't argue with you. I'll be back," he finished almost warningly. Goten turned away, disgusted half with his father for being like this and half with himself for giving up. The young man stopped next to Paresu, whom Goku had also turned away. "Onegai, Paresu-chan. Check up on him from time to time?"
She nodded, "I will. Goten-chan?"
"Mm, hai?"
"What are we going to do?"
"...Wait. Shikata ga nai. Ah, Paresu-chan. You know, your always welcome at Capsule Corp. Feel free to stop by for a visit anytime."
"I promise I will. Jaa ne, Goten-chan." She stretched up onto her tiptoes to reach his face and kissed him once again on the cheek, though this time it wasn't teasingly.
"Jaa ne." Not turning to look back, Goten pushed away from the ground and flew away to the west.
~~~~~
"Bakana!" Trunks stood up quickly, sending the chair he had been occupying skidding across the floor. "Why the hell did you just leave!"
Goten's head hung and he shook it slowly in sadness. "I had no choice in the matter, Trunks-kun. He made me leave." Goten had just finished telling his best friend and guardian what had taken place during the past month. He glossed over some of the more emotional events, but he still felt obliged to reveal the extent of his father's despair.
Trunks slammed his fist against the wall in anger. Anger directed not at Goten or even Goku, but more at himself for not sensing the approaching trouble. He was silent for a moment before responding more sedately. "I gather you never noticed that presence again?"
"Nani? You mean the one from before!? Iie, not once the whole time. I thought it was gone."
"Unfortunately not. I began to manifest more often now, getting stronger and closer every day." He punched into one hand. "Kuso! Something bad's been kicking around for some time now. Now it's a matter of when." After a pause, Trunks turned to face his father. "Papa?"
Vegeta, who had not spoken once during the entire narration, sat calmly on the edge of the table. With his eyes closed, he seemed methodical, as if meditating. Slowly, he opened them and looked towards his son, not with the usual scowl, but a strange uncertainty. "I don't know anymore than you, Trunks. You're right though, it's a waiting game now. And it seems Kakarotto's going to be the center of attention."
"Then what do we do?" Goten pleaded, his voice thick, but still strong.
"Nothing we can do but prepare. Don't let your guard down boys, a storm's brewing but we can't see it." With that, Vegeta turned and exited the room, his shoulders slightly hunched over, deep in thought.
After the Saiyajin no Ouji was out of earshot, Goten leaned close to Trunks, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I don't like this Trunks. Tousan's down in the dumps and Vegeta-san is actually thinking first. I was half expecting him to offer to blow tousan's head off to prevent some kinda trouble."
Trunks drew back and regarded the younger man before him. "What's gotten into you!? Papa's not that bad!"
"You are you kidding!? ...Gomen, I'm afraid things have soured my mood some what. It's just--" But Goten cut off as an enormous power sent a tingling sensation down his spine. "Trunks!!"
"Hai," he said, his voice wavering slightly. "I felt it too. Kami, nande yo!?"
Outside the main compound, Vegeta was hovering in the air. His face set in a tight scowl of anger and confusion, and perhaps something else. Fear. His muscles bunch in anticipation of the coming -- what, battle? Could such a momentous event be restricted to physical combat? And that is what Vegeta fears most of all. The reality that he is powerless to stop the very tides of change. The cold west wind wraps his body in an icy grip, but the Saiyajin no Ouji could care less as he faces an enormous threat, not from the east, but from the north.
~~~~~
The assemblage of deities converged on Mikaboshi as one, each of their voices demanding him to stop, but he would not. Only Susanoh seemed unsurprised as the dark god disappeared, already en route to the mortal world. "Why are you surprised?" Mikaboshi laughed, mockingly. "You always suspected I was cheating, didn't you? But now you can't stop me!"
As hard as they tried, non of the other gods could break the barrier their brother had erected. "You're mad!" Bishamon cried. "If you do that, you'll destroy the world!"
The voice of the samurai's younger brother echoed back to him in a haunting cackle. "I know! And when you fools have lost your foothold in that world, you'll have no power against me in this one! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!!"
~~~~~
Across hundreds of worlds, amidst barren wastes to untamed wilderness to great civilizations, the very fabric of reality shudders and is drawn taught with strain. Such a power was never meant to be drawn into the mortal plane and everything in the universe, from the inanimate to the sentient, feels it's coming.
However, it is one person that suffers the greatest. The vessel in which Mikaboshi will inhabit and thus destroy all existence. One young woman, born with no other purpose but to act as the Avatar. One young woman who wishes dearly to help a beloved friend and mentor. One young woman who answers to the name Paresu.
Paresu staggers back, the agony of a sudden supreme awareness far too much to bear. She clutches her head and her slender body spasms in pain, her shrill cry attracting the attention of simple bystanders. Some rush over to help, many stand idly, enthralled by the spectacle. But none of them matter now, for Paresu's mind is too far gone to acknowledge their presence.
Alien thoughts flood her mind, images and concepts so completely beyond imagination that not even a hundred artists, writers, or philosophers could ever come up with it's like. Paresu is witness to the creation of the universe, the evolution of first life, and finally the end of it all. Countless eons of history pass in the flicker of an eye and the rise and fall of even the greatest civilizations becomes an ever day, every second, occurrence.
But it is not only the thoughts of a God that infiltrate this young woman's mind. It is the power as well. A rolling, convulsing mist gathers just under her skin, the glowing nimbus radiating power and growing every second. Spectators draw back in terror, but their time has already come. The initial backlash of power explodes from Paresu's body, decimating fifteen city blocks of the North City.
Like some demonic bullet, Paresu screams across the sky, even now her body twisting and contorting to fit a new occupant. The immense power she has unwillingly accepted is far too much for her to contain and she flies wildly, over Penguin Village one second, then over the Yahhoi forest the next. Finally she stopped somewhere over the Central Plains, the mind of the Lord of Darkness having taken full command. Glowing red eyes flutter open and gazes with clinic indifference at her first victim, Chikyuu.
And her first rival, Son Goku.
~~~~~
Vegeta rocketed back down to the ground the instant he sensed a huge spike of ki. Nearly colliding with the boys as they rushed out of the house, Vegeta spun to steady himself. "C'mon!! Ikusho!!" he shouted without explanation. Not looking back, Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyajin and flew off towards the southeast.
Goten and Trunks spared no time to catch up and quickly gained on the prince. "Tousan!!" Trunks shouted over the roar of the wind. "What's going on!!?"
"I don't know, baka!! Can't you feel that ki!!? It just stopped over the central plains!!"
"Are we going to fight--" Goten groped for the word "--whoever it is that's so strong!!?"
"I have no idea!! Now shut up and fly faster!!"
The three flew on in silence then, all of them too nervous to think of anything. It would take several minutes to reach the interior of the central plains and considering the size of the power out there, they had plenty of time to contemplate their own mortality.