DISCLAIMER: Don't own Dragon Ball Z or Sailor Moon. Yes I know, you all
think that I should. I am a fabulous writer and all. None come close to my
abilities. Lets just face the facts. I am GOD! Okay, maybe not. But hey,
sounded good.
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Bourkan walked down the street, half sulking, half angry. How the hell was he supposed to know that people could get food at other places other than Moobey's? Not fair! "Stupid human grocery store." He growled to himself and tried not to stand out like a sore thumb. Which wasn't easy. He was wearing a black uniform in 90-degree weather. His roommate didn't seem bothered by him. Still, a little to cheery for his taste though. He would just have to suffer with it.
"But back to matters at hand." He reminded himself aloud. He would need a new plan of attack. Obvious to him now was that he could not wait for Sayiaman to show up at the fast food place. But how could he confront the Sayiaman and not have him look suspicious? How could he get near him long enough to study him? The Master wanted him to find out all he could about this Sayiaman. But the guy never seemed to stick around long enough!
He laughed inwardly. The Sailor Scouts. He obviously had some sort of connection with them. What with all his flailing his arms about and posing. Plus he could always fall back on to the "Where there is trouble, Sayiaman will sure to follow." He laughed manically. (And tried to put some effort into it.) "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"That's a little better. Still needs work."
Bourkan stopped mid-laugh. He knew who the person was, but he kept his back turned to them. Damn it! Whenever he was feeling maliciously evil, sure enough, she would show up and ruin it all with her cheery disposition. He turned around.
Sure enough, Trista was standing there. No doubt to give him more tips on how to improve his evil laugh. Which he didn't want. No matter how helpful they were. She smiled at him in that way that made his stomach crawl and made him want to smile back. DAMNED HUMAN EMOTIONS!
"So, where ya going?" She skipped forward as he began walking away and caught up to him. Walking beside him. She was on a mission now. A mission to get this guy to open up! Even though she could tell the guy wasn't interested in her, she would never pass up the moment to hand around with a cute guy.
He sighed deeply and cast his head down. "I am going shopping for cloths at the mall." He decided it was time to face facts. If he was going to be in this world, he had to appear as one of them. He had only one set of cloths and he was wearing them. While in the Nega-verse, he had been able to restore and clean his cloths as they were on him. But without his powers, it was too much of a hassle. He needed cloths.
Tista caught her breath. A guy was actually admitting that he was going shopping for cloths? As if he actually cared about what he wore so long as it wasn't pink sort of cares? This guy was definitely not from around here. And he was definitely a keeper! If she could only snag him. "Great! I'll go with you! Cloths require a woman's sense of fashion if you want to look good!"
She grabbed his arm and began pulling him in the direction of the mall. He knew he was going to regret this. Hell, he regretted everything from the moment he came to this planet!
A short while later.
"I'm not coming out." He grumbled in dissatisfaction from behind the closed door. He just about decided to change his mind about buying human cloths and accessories.
"Come on! I'll be the judge as to how it looks!" Trista spoke confidently outside the dressing area.
Bourkan growled. Despite the hundred reasons he had not to do this, he tried to think of one reason why he should. Humans would know how humans dress. If he were to look human, he would need a human's insight. He walked out the door and allowed her to see him.
Trista fought hard not to permanently attach herself to the guy. Wow! He looked pretty hot - er - good in those cloths. He was wearing some khaki jeans and a white tank top that showed some of the lean muscles he had underneath them. "Well, I think that's enough. You can take those off and then we'll go pay for them."
Bourkan walked out of the store holding boxes upon boxes of cloths that stacked over his head. He wasn't sure how, but in the process of shopping for his cloths, he had bought her some cloths as well. He didn't dwell on that, he was too busy concentrating on not dropping everything.
"Wait a minute will you? I'll be right back. I just want to say "hi" to one of my friends over there." Trista pointed to the end of the hall and sprinted down its direction. Bourkan sighed, but he was grateful to be able to set the boxes down for a moment and rest. Setting them down next to the entrance of one of the stores, he proceeded to walk in and do a little poking around.
His poking around was cut short as a loud rattling noise erupted from outside the store. He poked his head out the door and looked to see what was going on. The people were panicking and running. Others were too scared to do anything. Three stupid looking humans were waving some guns in the air, pointing at people, and yelling at them. A thought came into his head. Where there was trouble, Sayiaman was sure to follow. There was a chance this guy might show up. But how could he get close enough without him being suspicious?
Boukan looked around and then at the store he was standing in. A costume shop, conveniently enough. He smiled maliciously. Casually walking around the store, he growled at some of the selections. His eyes fell toward a sailor moon costume. He didn't even want to think about it. Pulling off pieces of various costumes, he put on a pair of black jeans, a dark blue spandex shirt, purple gloves and a black bandana to cover the top portion of his head that had two slits cut in it to see through. He looked in a mirror and decided that it would do. He wasn't thrilled with it but it would do.
He poked his head around the corner of the door again to see where they were. They were pointing their guns at people and stealing things from them. They had a gun pointed at a familiar looking girl with long blue hair pulled up in a ponytail. A spark of anger went through him. He didn't know why, but at the moment he didn't care.
At top speed, he ran up to the gun holders and stood in front of Trista. To the eyes of the humans, he seemed to materialize before them out of nowhere. He grabbed the gun and proceeded to smash and crumple it in his hand like a wad of paper. The man let go of the gun and staggered back into his two friends.
Bourkan smiled evilly at them. Finally he would be able to vent some of his built up frustrations. And more importantly, it would be on humans. The two comrades pointed their guns at him, but in that moment he was already holding their guns in the air and crushing them. He dropped them to the floor.
"Who are you?" One of the humans asked him. Bourkan paused for a moment and wondered why they would ask him such a question. A name was something people would identify him with. He answered them, "Everything you will come to fear." He knew it sounded cliché, but hey, it worked.
He pulled his arm back and went to slap one of the humans. Incidentally, the guy went flying and crashing through the wall of the mall. He didn't move afterward. He kicked another in the gut with his knee. The guy fell back a few feet and fell to the floor unconscious. All that was left was the one who pointed the gun at Trista. The anger returned and he glared at the man.
His hand made a fist and he moved to uppercut him. The guy went flying into the air. Bourkan leapt up ahead of him and kicked him back to the ground. He crashed to the floor and left a large human shaped indentation of where he crashed.
Back on the ground, he walked over to Trista and held his hand out to help her up from the floor. He smiled at her, forgetting himself. He removed the smile as he heard various clapping and cheering around him. The humans were thanking him for whatever unknown reason. He disappeared back into the costume shop and quickly got back into his normal cloths. He shoved the costume into one of the bags with his cloths in it and walked back out to find Trista.
He walked up to her. She was looking around like she was confused. "Where did that guy go? I didn't get a chance to thank him. Man! Was he cute!"
Bourkan nearly face vaulted at that comment but regained his posture. More importantly, she didn't recognize him. He realized annoyingly that he was supposed to wait for Sayiaman to arrive. He grumbled to himself, but that led to another idea. He could pretend to fight crime to get close to Sayiaman! Yes! That would work! He gave one of his evil laughs. "MWAHAHAHAHA!"
"You always give that evil laugh but you never tell me what's so funny." She glared at him.
He fought not to growl at her for that last comment and went to pick up his belongings near the front of the store. He noticed as she hooked her arm around his. Why had he gotten so angry when that other human threatened her life? Like he cared about what happened to any of these people? It was these damned emotions. He had learned to do away with such things living in the Nega-verse. But now they were running loose on him. He would have to work harder to keep them under control.
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Gohan got to his apartment later that afternoon after school. He stopped at the door and noticed a small box sitting in front of the door with today's mail. He looked at the address and then at the handwriting. He knew it could only be from his dad. Goten had better writing than this. He laughed at his won joke and went inside to open it up.
He found a small sack and a letter inside. It took his a few minutes but he was finally able to make out what it said. [Gohan, you mother told me you were fighting crime again in the city. So I sent you some sensu beans. I hope you're able to use them!] "Thanks dad, I will." He looked about the apartment and saw bags and boxes lying about everywhere. He guessed that Boukan had done some shopping. He sat down on the couch and was about to let out a heavy sigh when the phone began to ring.
He picked it up and immediately held it out away from his ear. A familiar voice yelled out of it. "GOHAN! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE THE OTHER NIGHT?"
"Mom! I was out fighting crime!" He brought to phone back to him mouth quickly and then held it back out again.
"YOU CAN FIGHT CRIME LATER! RIGHT NOW YOU NEED TO BE STUDYING AND MAKING GOOD GRADES FOR ALL THE SCHOOL YOU MISSED WHILE FIGHTING BUU!" Gohan brought the phone back to his ear.
"Yes mom." He replied disheartingly.
"Gohan, I understand that spring break is coming up. So I thought we could come down to visit you." Chichi replied happily. Her emotions completely changing from one pole to the opposite.
"Sure mom. I'll have the place ready for you when you come down." Gohan gave a monotone reply. Trying not to argue with her.
"So how is your new roommate?" She asked.
"He's fine. He's seems to be a nice guy. Kind of quite though."
"I'm sure he's a nice guy. I'll talk to you later. And don't even think about staying up late like that again!"
"Okay mom. Yes mom. I'll talk to you later. Love you too. Bye." Gohan hung up the phone and let out a sight like he had been holding his breath the whole time. He was surprised he got off so easily. But he realized he would probably pay for it later. He groaned and leaned back in the chair. He couldn't wait.
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A short chapter I know! I'm sorry! Don't flame me! The next one will be longer I promise! In the mean time, I need ideas for a super hero name for Bourkan. Something silly that he would really detest. Nothing that sounds too cool.
Special thanks for all the reviews from
Kittykat146 - Sylvannastar - Typhonis - Tonaru - Link02 - Brian, Dark Emotionless Shadow - Twin Kats - Thera - Nick Johnson - Mirai Gohan - blah - GracedAngel1845 - CrystalStorm21 - Anthony - Yami Goku - DarkAngelPearl
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Bourkan walked down the street, half sulking, half angry. How the hell was he supposed to know that people could get food at other places other than Moobey's? Not fair! "Stupid human grocery store." He growled to himself and tried not to stand out like a sore thumb. Which wasn't easy. He was wearing a black uniform in 90-degree weather. His roommate didn't seem bothered by him. Still, a little to cheery for his taste though. He would just have to suffer with it.
"But back to matters at hand." He reminded himself aloud. He would need a new plan of attack. Obvious to him now was that he could not wait for Sayiaman to show up at the fast food place. But how could he confront the Sayiaman and not have him look suspicious? How could he get near him long enough to study him? The Master wanted him to find out all he could about this Sayiaman. But the guy never seemed to stick around long enough!
He laughed inwardly. The Sailor Scouts. He obviously had some sort of connection with them. What with all his flailing his arms about and posing. Plus he could always fall back on to the "Where there is trouble, Sayiaman will sure to follow." He laughed manically. (And tried to put some effort into it.) "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"That's a little better. Still needs work."
Bourkan stopped mid-laugh. He knew who the person was, but he kept his back turned to them. Damn it! Whenever he was feeling maliciously evil, sure enough, she would show up and ruin it all with her cheery disposition. He turned around.
Sure enough, Trista was standing there. No doubt to give him more tips on how to improve his evil laugh. Which he didn't want. No matter how helpful they were. She smiled at him in that way that made his stomach crawl and made him want to smile back. DAMNED HUMAN EMOTIONS!
"So, where ya going?" She skipped forward as he began walking away and caught up to him. Walking beside him. She was on a mission now. A mission to get this guy to open up! Even though she could tell the guy wasn't interested in her, she would never pass up the moment to hand around with a cute guy.
He sighed deeply and cast his head down. "I am going shopping for cloths at the mall." He decided it was time to face facts. If he was going to be in this world, he had to appear as one of them. He had only one set of cloths and he was wearing them. While in the Nega-verse, he had been able to restore and clean his cloths as they were on him. But without his powers, it was too much of a hassle. He needed cloths.
Tista caught her breath. A guy was actually admitting that he was going shopping for cloths? As if he actually cared about what he wore so long as it wasn't pink sort of cares? This guy was definitely not from around here. And he was definitely a keeper! If she could only snag him. "Great! I'll go with you! Cloths require a woman's sense of fashion if you want to look good!"
She grabbed his arm and began pulling him in the direction of the mall. He knew he was going to regret this. Hell, he regretted everything from the moment he came to this planet!
A short while later.
"I'm not coming out." He grumbled in dissatisfaction from behind the closed door. He just about decided to change his mind about buying human cloths and accessories.
"Come on! I'll be the judge as to how it looks!" Trista spoke confidently outside the dressing area.
Bourkan growled. Despite the hundred reasons he had not to do this, he tried to think of one reason why he should. Humans would know how humans dress. If he were to look human, he would need a human's insight. He walked out the door and allowed her to see him.
Trista fought hard not to permanently attach herself to the guy. Wow! He looked pretty hot - er - good in those cloths. He was wearing some khaki jeans and a white tank top that showed some of the lean muscles he had underneath them. "Well, I think that's enough. You can take those off and then we'll go pay for them."
Bourkan walked out of the store holding boxes upon boxes of cloths that stacked over his head. He wasn't sure how, but in the process of shopping for his cloths, he had bought her some cloths as well. He didn't dwell on that, he was too busy concentrating on not dropping everything.
"Wait a minute will you? I'll be right back. I just want to say "hi" to one of my friends over there." Trista pointed to the end of the hall and sprinted down its direction. Bourkan sighed, but he was grateful to be able to set the boxes down for a moment and rest. Setting them down next to the entrance of one of the stores, he proceeded to walk in and do a little poking around.
His poking around was cut short as a loud rattling noise erupted from outside the store. He poked his head out the door and looked to see what was going on. The people were panicking and running. Others were too scared to do anything. Three stupid looking humans were waving some guns in the air, pointing at people, and yelling at them. A thought came into his head. Where there was trouble, Sayiaman was sure to follow. There was a chance this guy might show up. But how could he get close enough without him being suspicious?
Boukan looked around and then at the store he was standing in. A costume shop, conveniently enough. He smiled maliciously. Casually walking around the store, he growled at some of the selections. His eyes fell toward a sailor moon costume. He didn't even want to think about it. Pulling off pieces of various costumes, he put on a pair of black jeans, a dark blue spandex shirt, purple gloves and a black bandana to cover the top portion of his head that had two slits cut in it to see through. He looked in a mirror and decided that it would do. He wasn't thrilled with it but it would do.
He poked his head around the corner of the door again to see where they were. They were pointing their guns at people and stealing things from them. They had a gun pointed at a familiar looking girl with long blue hair pulled up in a ponytail. A spark of anger went through him. He didn't know why, but at the moment he didn't care.
At top speed, he ran up to the gun holders and stood in front of Trista. To the eyes of the humans, he seemed to materialize before them out of nowhere. He grabbed the gun and proceeded to smash and crumple it in his hand like a wad of paper. The man let go of the gun and staggered back into his two friends.
Bourkan smiled evilly at them. Finally he would be able to vent some of his built up frustrations. And more importantly, it would be on humans. The two comrades pointed their guns at him, but in that moment he was already holding their guns in the air and crushing them. He dropped them to the floor.
"Who are you?" One of the humans asked him. Bourkan paused for a moment and wondered why they would ask him such a question. A name was something people would identify him with. He answered them, "Everything you will come to fear." He knew it sounded cliché, but hey, it worked.
He pulled his arm back and went to slap one of the humans. Incidentally, the guy went flying and crashing through the wall of the mall. He didn't move afterward. He kicked another in the gut with his knee. The guy fell back a few feet and fell to the floor unconscious. All that was left was the one who pointed the gun at Trista. The anger returned and he glared at the man.
His hand made a fist and he moved to uppercut him. The guy went flying into the air. Bourkan leapt up ahead of him and kicked him back to the ground. He crashed to the floor and left a large human shaped indentation of where he crashed.
Back on the ground, he walked over to Trista and held his hand out to help her up from the floor. He smiled at her, forgetting himself. He removed the smile as he heard various clapping and cheering around him. The humans were thanking him for whatever unknown reason. He disappeared back into the costume shop and quickly got back into his normal cloths. He shoved the costume into one of the bags with his cloths in it and walked back out to find Trista.
He walked up to her. She was looking around like she was confused. "Where did that guy go? I didn't get a chance to thank him. Man! Was he cute!"
Bourkan nearly face vaulted at that comment but regained his posture. More importantly, she didn't recognize him. He realized annoyingly that he was supposed to wait for Sayiaman to arrive. He grumbled to himself, but that led to another idea. He could pretend to fight crime to get close to Sayiaman! Yes! That would work! He gave one of his evil laughs. "MWAHAHAHAHA!"
"You always give that evil laugh but you never tell me what's so funny." She glared at him.
He fought not to growl at her for that last comment and went to pick up his belongings near the front of the store. He noticed as she hooked her arm around his. Why had he gotten so angry when that other human threatened her life? Like he cared about what happened to any of these people? It was these damned emotions. He had learned to do away with such things living in the Nega-verse. But now they were running loose on him. He would have to work harder to keep them under control.
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Gohan got to his apartment later that afternoon after school. He stopped at the door and noticed a small box sitting in front of the door with today's mail. He looked at the address and then at the handwriting. He knew it could only be from his dad. Goten had better writing than this. He laughed at his won joke and went inside to open it up.
He found a small sack and a letter inside. It took his a few minutes but he was finally able to make out what it said. [Gohan, you mother told me you were fighting crime again in the city. So I sent you some sensu beans. I hope you're able to use them!] "Thanks dad, I will." He looked about the apartment and saw bags and boxes lying about everywhere. He guessed that Boukan had done some shopping. He sat down on the couch and was about to let out a heavy sigh when the phone began to ring.
He picked it up and immediately held it out away from his ear. A familiar voice yelled out of it. "GOHAN! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE THE OTHER NIGHT?"
"Mom! I was out fighting crime!" He brought to phone back to him mouth quickly and then held it back out again.
"YOU CAN FIGHT CRIME LATER! RIGHT NOW YOU NEED TO BE STUDYING AND MAKING GOOD GRADES FOR ALL THE SCHOOL YOU MISSED WHILE FIGHTING BUU!" Gohan brought the phone back to his ear.
"Yes mom." He replied disheartingly.
"Gohan, I understand that spring break is coming up. So I thought we could come down to visit you." Chichi replied happily. Her emotions completely changing from one pole to the opposite.
"Sure mom. I'll have the place ready for you when you come down." Gohan gave a monotone reply. Trying not to argue with her.
"So how is your new roommate?" She asked.
"He's fine. He's seems to be a nice guy. Kind of quite though."
"I'm sure he's a nice guy. I'll talk to you later. And don't even think about staying up late like that again!"
"Okay mom. Yes mom. I'll talk to you later. Love you too. Bye." Gohan hung up the phone and let out a sight like he had been holding his breath the whole time. He was surprised he got off so easily. But he realized he would probably pay for it later. He groaned and leaned back in the chair. He couldn't wait.
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A short chapter I know! I'm sorry! Don't flame me! The next one will be longer I promise! In the mean time, I need ideas for a super hero name for Bourkan. Something silly that he would really detest. Nothing that sounds too cool.
Special thanks for all the reviews from
Kittykat146 - Sylvannastar - Typhonis - Tonaru - Link02 - Brian, Dark Emotionless Shadow - Twin Kats - Thera - Nick Johnson - Mirai Gohan - blah - GracedAngel1845 - CrystalStorm21 - Anthony - Yami Goku - DarkAngelPearl