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 IV -- Madness in the Heart
Episode 25 -- Return of the Long Lost Saiyajin!! An Impossible Battle!!
For some time, the Saiyajin no Ouji had been dwelling on one particular problem, its answer still eluding him. For hours at a time, Vegeta would stand stock still in the middle of training to think it over. It was during one of these sessions that Trunks entered the kitchen late that night.
"Konbon wa, Papa," Trunks said. However, Vegeta had not noticed. The elder Saiyajin was sitting at, as opposed to on, the table, a mug of coffee in his grip. But he didn't drink the coffee, instead simply staring across the room at the far wall. All in all, it made for a bizarre scene. "Papa? Doshitano?"
Vegeta didn't respond immediately. He took a sip of coffee, but spit it back in the mug in disgust. "This tastes like crap! How did she drink this every morning!? ...Eh? Oh, Trunks. What do you want?"
It took a moment for Trunks to compose himself, surprised by his father's outburst. "Aaah, is something wrong?"
"Hn? Nothing really," Vegeta responded, back to his usual self. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
Vegeta regarded his son for a moment, his jaw working as he mulled it over. Finally, he gave in with a shrug and leaned back. "You know how Super Saiyajin works, honto?"
'Hai, it's fueled by strong emotions," Trunks began, taking a seat across from his father, "If one has enough power and a proper incentive." As and after thought, he added, "Though that must only be necessary the first time or two. I can usually do it with out thinking at all."
"That's about what I've figured," Vegeta agreed. "I've realized by now that Super Saiyajin...is an accident."
Intruiged, Trunks leaned over the table. "How's that!?"
"The original Super Saiyajin could only maintain his power when in the Oozaru state. In essence, he was a big yellow monkey. Since we can't become Oozaru without our tails, we compensate with just our regular forms. So I figure the stronger a Super Saiyajin gets, the more like an Oozaru he is."
"Like Goku-san. All that hair and the heavy brow make him appear rather feral, doesn't it? The more powerful a Super Saiyajin becomes, the more pronounced the qualities that make one a Saiyajin."
A look of dawning insight spread across Vegeta's face and he snapped his fingers in triumph. "Yeah, that's it... That's what I've been missing..." The visage of success was short lived however, to be replaced by an angry scowl. "Kusooo... Wake up Goten!!" Vegeta ordered, dashing from the room.
The elder Saiyajin was already out the door before Trunks could ask why, so he jumped to his feet and sprinted down the hall into the bedroom. He skidded to a halt next to Goten's futon, shaking his friend to wakefulness. "Goten-kun!! Mezameru!!"
"Mm? Uh? Whaaa... w-what is it? What do ya want? It's early!" Goten grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He sat up in bed, yawning into a hand.
"We've got trouble! Ikusho!" Trunks dumped Goten's blue gi on the younger Saiyajin's head. "Move it!!" As an after thought, Trunks' hand shot out to his sword hung from where it hung on a peg and snatched it up, slinging the weapon over his shoulder in one smooth motion as he sprinted back down the hall.
Irritated but effectively roused, Goten rolled out of bed and quickly dressed, hopping down the hall as he struggled into his boots. He paused by the bathroom to splash water on his face before flying the rest out the way outside, following Trunks. In the yard, Vegeta was tapping his foot impatiently.
"It's about time!" he barked, dressed in traditional Saiyajin battle gear. He threw each of the two their own fighting jackets and shot off into the sky.
"What's going on!?" Goten demanded, slipping his armor over his gi.
"Don't know!" Trunks said, already in the air. "Tousan'll explain!"
Goten hurried to catch up, flying up on Vegeta's left. "Oi! Jisan!" he called over the rush of the wind, "What's up!?"
"I know what's wrong with Kakarotto! Or rather, what's _not_ wrong anymore! If I'm right..." But he trailed off.
The three lapsed into silence. Goten as stunned by Vegeta's attitude. He guessed this wasn't the best time for asking questions, so settled for an agonizing quiet. [This is getting old _real_ fast,] he thought.
The stars were still out, but Goten could already see the steel grey light of the false dawn at the horizon ahead. The thin wispy clouds reached out like skeletal hands across the horizon. Goten couldn't help but think it was a sign. The central plains stretched out below them, a seemingly endless field of untainted prairie. Bit by bit, sparse patches of forest popped up here and there, coalescing into a greater wilderness. Finally, the familiar peaks of the Paozu mountains edged into view.
Prepared to follow Vegeta's landing, Goten was surprised when they passed by the Son House and guessed his father was at the tiny woodland pagoda instead. As if guided by his thoughts, they had arrived above the small home, but they stopped several meters over the clearing. Goten looked over to his companions. Vegeta was upset, furious even, his fists clenched and shaking at his sides. Typically, Trunks was the embodiment of composure, apparently lost in thought.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the house, his orange gi a bit scuffed and dusty. Goku looked up, analyzing the three hovering Saiyajin with that eerie emerald gaze. Goten could tell right away that something about his father was definitely amiss, and his doubt was confirmed by Goku's smile. It wasn't the Saiyajin's normally friendly grin, but a grim, aggressive sneer.
Arms crossed in front of his chest, Goku rose into the air. {Ah, Oujisama. How do you do?} he asked in an alien tongue. Having previously heard Vegeta swear in the same language, Goten assumed it was Saiyago.
Vegeta drifted ahead of the two younger Saiyajin, his bearing decidedly regal. {Greetings, Kakarotto. I never guessed this day would come.}
{You're a fool, Vegeta,} Kakarotto said with a chuckle, {And only a fool wouldn't anticipate his own demise.}
{Do not make the mistake of threatening _me_,} Vegeta retorted, {You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.}
Kakarotto threw his head back with a sharp bark of laughter. {With my power? Crushing you would be all too easy for me, my prince. Admit it: you're out of your league. When you're dead, I'll claim command of the Saiyajin.}
Now it was Vegeta's turn to laugh, {Ha! A would-be king with no empire? You know as well as I that we are a dying race. Our offspring would not stand for your command.}
{Then they too will die. I have no use for worthless half-breeds,} Kakarotto declared, spitting his contempt.
"Then at least have the decency to speak Chikyuugo. The pups deserve to know why they are going to die," Vegeta said with heavy sarcasm. In response, Goten and Trunks drew back into hasty and confused fighting stances.
"So be it, my prince. As your successor, I feel it is my duty to fulfill your final wish." With that, Kakarotto launched into his attack, rushing the three. Leaping between them, he swung punches and kicks not so much to hit, but to drive them apart.
Vegeta and Trunks each blasted into Super Saiyajin, the later drawing his sword in a wide arc aimed at chest level. Kakarotto caught it between two fingers and flicked his wrist, flipping the blade from Trunks' grip to spiral uselessly into the forest below. Vegeta flew in with a kick to the mid section, but missed and used his momentum for a two-fisted swing. The mad Saiyajin dodged and attacked with a whirlwind of blows, trading hits with father and son both.
Goten hesitated, unwilling to strike his father in serious combat. He took a heavy blow early on and back-peddled to avoid the fight. Shaking his head in denile, [Iie, I-I can't... tousan...] An errant breeze wrapped around him, bringing with it a strange whispering sound. It took Goten a moment to realize that someone was whispering to him.
[Go... ten... Goten... Goten!]
[Tousan!?!?]
[Goten, you have to fight!]
[I can't! I can't fight you!]
[It's not me! It's Kakarotto! He stole my body!]
[But what if --]
[Goten, if he dies, I'll be free! I'm trapped inside now and I can't stop him! It's up to you!]
[Iie!! I can't! I won't...]
[Kuso, Goten!! You have to! Do it!! I can't...las...uch lo...ger...]
[Tousan?...Tousan!?...Tousan!!!] Goten could feel his rage swelling, building up in his heart. "Yarou!!!" he roared, enraged by Kakarotto's intrusion. "This is for you... tousan!!!" Goten rocketed forward, blasting into Super Saiyajin and smashing his shoulder into Kakarotto's back. He immediately recovered, striking furiously at the demented Saiyajin in his father's body.
Kakarotto flipped and delivered a scissor kick to knock Goten away, then elbowed Trunks in the face and used his momentum to spin and catch Vegeta with a right cross. He whipped his fist back to strike Trunks again and raised his other hand to fire ki blast in Vegeta's face. A split second ahead, Goten fired at Kakarotto's back, blowing him away.
Kakarotto rolled with the blow, turning to fire a volley of ki bolts. Vegeta returned fire, the two darting and weaving in the air. Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks avoided the crossfire to close in on Kakarotto's sides in a well-practiced pincer attack. The older Saiyajin easily defended himself, but was caught off guard as Vegeta flew in and plowed into his chest with a drop kick. Kakarotto bounced off of a nearby mountain and his three opponents engulfed the area in a hail of ki bolts.
"Forgetting something?"
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 IV -- Madness in the Heart
Episode 25 -- Return of the Long Lost Saiyajin!! An Impossible Battle!!
For some time, the Saiyajin no Ouji had been dwelling on one particular problem, its answer still eluding him. For hours at a time, Vegeta would stand stock still in the middle of training to think it over. It was during one of these sessions that Trunks entered the kitchen late that night.
"Konbon wa, Papa," Trunks said. However, Vegeta had not noticed. The elder Saiyajin was sitting at, as opposed to on, the table, a mug of coffee in his grip. But he didn't drink the coffee, instead simply staring across the room at the far wall. All in all, it made for a bizarre scene. "Papa? Doshitano?"
Vegeta didn't respond immediately. He took a sip of coffee, but spit it back in the mug in disgust. "This tastes like crap! How did she drink this every morning!? ...Eh? Oh, Trunks. What do you want?"
It took a moment for Trunks to compose himself, surprised by his father's outburst. "Aaah, is something wrong?"
"Hn? Nothing really," Vegeta responded, back to his usual self. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
Vegeta regarded his son for a moment, his jaw working as he mulled it over. Finally, he gave in with a shrug and leaned back. "You know how Super Saiyajin works, honto?"
'Hai, it's fueled by strong emotions," Trunks began, taking a seat across from his father, "If one has enough power and a proper incentive." As and after thought, he added, "Though that must only be necessary the first time or two. I can usually do it with out thinking at all."
"That's about what I've figured," Vegeta agreed. "I've realized by now that Super Saiyajin...is an accident."
Intruiged, Trunks leaned over the table. "How's that!?"
"The original Super Saiyajin could only maintain his power when in the Oozaru state. In essence, he was a big yellow monkey. Since we can't become Oozaru without our tails, we compensate with just our regular forms. So I figure the stronger a Super Saiyajin gets, the more like an Oozaru he is."
"Like Goku-san. All that hair and the heavy brow make him appear rather feral, doesn't it? The more powerful a Super Saiyajin becomes, the more pronounced the qualities that make one a Saiyajin."
A look of dawning insight spread across Vegeta's face and he snapped his fingers in triumph. "Yeah, that's it... That's what I've been missing..." The visage of success was short lived however, to be replaced by an angry scowl. "Kusooo... Wake up Goten!!" Vegeta ordered, dashing from the room.
The elder Saiyajin was already out the door before Trunks could ask why, so he jumped to his feet and sprinted down the hall into the bedroom. He skidded to a halt next to Goten's futon, shaking his friend to wakefulness. "Goten-kun!! Mezameru!!"
"Mm? Uh? Whaaa... w-what is it? What do ya want? It's early!" Goten grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He sat up in bed, yawning into a hand.
"We've got trouble! Ikusho!" Trunks dumped Goten's blue gi on the younger Saiyajin's head. "Move it!!" As an after thought, Trunks' hand shot out to his sword hung from where it hung on a peg and snatched it up, slinging the weapon over his shoulder in one smooth motion as he sprinted back down the hall.
Irritated but effectively roused, Goten rolled out of bed and quickly dressed, hopping down the hall as he struggled into his boots. He paused by the bathroom to splash water on his face before flying the rest out the way outside, following Trunks. In the yard, Vegeta was tapping his foot impatiently.
"It's about time!" he barked, dressed in traditional Saiyajin battle gear. He threw each of the two their own fighting jackets and shot off into the sky.
"What's going on!?" Goten demanded, slipping his armor over his gi.
"Don't know!" Trunks said, already in the air. "Tousan'll explain!"
Goten hurried to catch up, flying up on Vegeta's left. "Oi! Jisan!" he called over the rush of the wind, "What's up!?"
"I know what's wrong with Kakarotto! Or rather, what's _not_ wrong anymore! If I'm right..." But he trailed off.
The three lapsed into silence. Goten as stunned by Vegeta's attitude. He guessed this wasn't the best time for asking questions, so settled for an agonizing quiet. [This is getting old _real_ fast,] he thought.
The stars were still out, but Goten could already see the steel grey light of the false dawn at the horizon ahead. The thin wispy clouds reached out like skeletal hands across the horizon. Goten couldn't help but think it was a sign. The central plains stretched out below them, a seemingly endless field of untainted prairie. Bit by bit, sparse patches of forest popped up here and there, coalescing into a greater wilderness. Finally, the familiar peaks of the Paozu mountains edged into view.
Prepared to follow Vegeta's landing, Goten was surprised when they passed by the Son House and guessed his father was at the tiny woodland pagoda instead. As if guided by his thoughts, they had arrived above the small home, but they stopped several meters over the clearing. Goten looked over to his companions. Vegeta was upset, furious even, his fists clenched and shaking at his sides. Typically, Trunks was the embodiment of composure, apparently lost in thought.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the house, his orange gi a bit scuffed and dusty. Goku looked up, analyzing the three hovering Saiyajin with that eerie emerald gaze. Goten could tell right away that something about his father was definitely amiss, and his doubt was confirmed by Goku's smile. It wasn't the Saiyajin's normally friendly grin, but a grim, aggressive sneer.
Arms crossed in front of his chest, Goku rose into the air. {Ah, Oujisama. How do you do?} he asked in an alien tongue. Having previously heard Vegeta swear in the same language, Goten assumed it was Saiyago.
Vegeta drifted ahead of the two younger Saiyajin, his bearing decidedly regal. {Greetings, Kakarotto. I never guessed this day would come.}
{You're a fool, Vegeta,} Kakarotto said with a chuckle, {And only a fool wouldn't anticipate his own demise.}
{Do not make the mistake of threatening _me_,} Vegeta retorted, {You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.}
Kakarotto threw his head back with a sharp bark of laughter. {With my power? Crushing you would be all too easy for me, my prince. Admit it: you're out of your league. When you're dead, I'll claim command of the Saiyajin.}
Now it was Vegeta's turn to laugh, {Ha! A would-be king with no empire? You know as well as I that we are a dying race. Our offspring would not stand for your command.}
{Then they too will die. I have no use for worthless half-breeds,} Kakarotto declared, spitting his contempt.
"Then at least have the decency to speak Chikyuugo. The pups deserve to know why they are going to die," Vegeta said with heavy sarcasm. In response, Goten and Trunks drew back into hasty and confused fighting stances.
"So be it, my prince. As your successor, I feel it is my duty to fulfill your final wish." With that, Kakarotto launched into his attack, rushing the three. Leaping between them, he swung punches and kicks not so much to hit, but to drive them apart.
Vegeta and Trunks each blasted into Super Saiyajin, the later drawing his sword in a wide arc aimed at chest level. Kakarotto caught it between two fingers and flicked his wrist, flipping the blade from Trunks' grip to spiral uselessly into the forest below. Vegeta flew in with a kick to the mid section, but missed and used his momentum for a two-fisted swing. The mad Saiyajin dodged and attacked with a whirlwind of blows, trading hits with father and son both.
Goten hesitated, unwilling to strike his father in serious combat. He took a heavy blow early on and back-peddled to avoid the fight. Shaking his head in denile, [Iie, I-I can't... tousan...] An errant breeze wrapped around him, bringing with it a strange whispering sound. It took Goten a moment to realize that someone was whispering to him.
[Go... ten... Goten... Goten!]
[Tousan!?!?]
[Goten, you have to fight!]
[I can't! I can't fight you!]
[It's not me! It's Kakarotto! He stole my body!]
[But what if --]
[Goten, if he dies, I'll be free! I'm trapped inside now and I can't stop him! It's up to you!]
[Iie!! I can't! I won't...]
[Kuso, Goten!! You have to! Do it!! I can't...las...uch lo...ger...]
[Tousan?...Tousan!?...Tousan!!!] Goten could feel his rage swelling, building up in his heart. "Yarou!!!" he roared, enraged by Kakarotto's intrusion. "This is for you... tousan!!!" Goten rocketed forward, blasting into Super Saiyajin and smashing his shoulder into Kakarotto's back. He immediately recovered, striking furiously at the demented Saiyajin in his father's body.
Kakarotto flipped and delivered a scissor kick to knock Goten away, then elbowed Trunks in the face and used his momentum to spin and catch Vegeta with a right cross. He whipped his fist back to strike Trunks again and raised his other hand to fire ki blast in Vegeta's face. A split second ahead, Goten fired at Kakarotto's back, blowing him away.
Kakarotto rolled with the blow, turning to fire a volley of ki bolts. Vegeta returned fire, the two darting and weaving in the air. Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks avoided the crossfire to close in on Kakarotto's sides in a well-practiced pincer attack. The older Saiyajin easily defended himself, but was caught off guard as Vegeta flew in and plowed into his chest with a drop kick. Kakarotto bounced off of a nearby mountain and his three opponents engulfed the area in a hail of ki bolts.
"Forgetting something?"