Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, Giendon-sei, a few techniques, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.
A/n: Oki doki, the tenth chapter. We're getting along in chapter numbers here aren't we?
I'm not too good at fight scenes, so I'm going to be a little hazy on the details. However, if you demand that I write the details, I will, I just wanted to get this chapter up first. After all, I believe quantity is just as good as quality. I just want to get the quantity in this case done first, so that no one can complain that AASN has been shirking its duty to the readers of Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior. Ah whatever, let's go already!
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"Boredom prolongs a person's life."
"Great spirits will always find violent opposition from mediocre minds."
"There is no easy way from the earth to the stars."
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Previously on Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior,
When they went around a building, they found an ugly green monstrosity waiting for them.
It was green all over, except on the face, there it was a creamy white; freckles speckled its body from its head to its stinger to its three-toed feet. The stinger itself waved in the air. Two freakish-looking horns grew out diagonally from its head, giving the monstrous creature a Frieza-type look. Flesh covered the place were the mouth would have been on a Human, adding to the Hannibal effect.
It cocked its head at them, a blood lusty glint in its tiny eyes. Dead Human bodies were cluttered around it, as well as a brace of unconscious Androids. Waving its stinger at them, the new enemy plunged in into one of the human bodies. A bulge moved up the stinger and up its tail and into the sucker's body. More followed as the horrendous creature sucked the life energy from the Human girl.
Suddenly, the creature found itself without a stinger. A new person had arrived. He looked very much like a longhaired eleven-year-old version of Trunks. A sword quivered in his hand and there was an angry frown creasing the young face. It was quite disconcerting to see that expression on an eleven-year-old, not to mention a sword in those skillful hands.
MKakkhan smiled grimly. "Hello Trunks. Or in this case, Mirai Trunks."
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Chapter Ten: Into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber
Mirai Trunks straightened up in front of M. Kakkhan. The eleven-year-old future son of Vegeta flashed his friend and sensei a brief grin, then turned back to the green monster before them. He brandished his sword before him at the creature, which was currently gorging on the girl, having found another way to gain energy. The creature looked up at Mirai, grinned, and returned to its feast.
The monster then ate the Androids. As it sucked the energy out of them with its teeth before feasting on their bodies, it changed into another form.
Everyone gasped. This new form was now stronger than before. It was even more monstrous than the previous form, if that was even possible. Was this creature like Frieza, able to evolve into stronger forms and virtually impossible to defeat?
(Since I'm too lazy to write the description of Cell in his final form, just think of the bug android at the Cell Games.)
The monster opened its mouth. "I am Cell, and I am the perfect being!"
Mirai Trunks snorted. Cell cocked an eye at the demi-Saiyan prince.
"Oh you don't believe me. All right then, let me demonstrate for you!"
With that the fight began. Cell shot forward at a speed only both Kakkhans could see. Mirai, by some incredible instinct, managed to slice Cell again. Cell buffeted him aside. Krillin attacked next, surprising Cell temporarily with a Destructo Disk. But Cell struck away that attack. Krillin was taken down easily enough, leaving him on the ground. Cell was now attacked by Piccolo, Goku, and Yamcha as one.
Cell took a strike from Piccolo, a Kamehameha from Goku, and a Wolf Fang Fist courtesy of Yamcha. Kakkhan put one hand over the other in preparation for the Masenko Beam. When Cell recovered from the triple attack by P, G, & Y, it was taken even more by surprise by two very powerful beams. One beam was pure light, from Kakkhan, and was termed the Masenko.
The other beam was gaseous and completely invisible. It was composed of the atmosphere, which cannot be seen. However, once the gaseous beam reached its designated target, the radiation in the airy blast comes into force, completely melting any part of the body it touches. If the beam had enough power in ki, it could be able to blast away the whole body. It was termed the Troposphere Blast, and was one of two beam attacks originated by Mirai Kakkhan. The younger Kakkhan stared at his future counterpart, amazed.
MKakkhan looked at Kakkhan and looked back. "What?" he asked.
Kakkhan shook his head. "I've been working on something like that for the past six months, and I think I'm getting close. But you've got it down pat."
MKakkhan grinned. "Well, yeah, I would think that I would, considering that I am your future self, Kakkhan. Of course I would have it down pat."
Kakkhan grinned good-naturedly. Then looking at Cell struggling up from the ground, both Kakkhans got ready again. Cell got on its feet. He patted the air where his arm was supposed to be, but didn't exactly find it. The Troposphere had done its work neatly; the fighters could see the metal muscles and wire tendon strings coming out of Cell's shoulder, but without blood.
Goku looked at MKakkhan and Kakkhan. He hadn't been able to make out most of their conversation, but what he had heard was certainly confusing. The past six months? Future selves? It was too confusing. He was going to have to ask them later. Right now they had Cell to deal with.
Cell emitted a low laugh. With a gut twisting movement, Cell's arm started to regenerate. The metal tendons in Cell's arm started to twist around themselves again, and veins popped out. Skin covered the muscles as they reformed, so the fighters were spared the horror of that. But they did wonder how Cell was able to regenerate. Luckily (or unluckily), Cell himself provided them with the answer.
"Hehehe. You're wondering how I regenerated, aren't you? Well I am not called Cell for just any reason. My creator Dr. Gero programmed me in this stage so that if anyone attacked me, I absorb their cells and am able to use my opponents' own moves against them. Ingenious, isn't it? since the green man had cells of regeneration, so am I able to regenerate. I can also perform the Destructo Disk, the Kamehameha Wave, and the Wolf Fang Fist, not to mention the Masenko Beam and the Troposphere Blast. Hehehe."
Vegeta, with a disdainful sniff at the green bug android 24 years from the future grinning before them, stepped up to the plate. MKakkhan, seeing him out of the corner of his eye, muttered out the side of his mouth, "Vegeta, whatever you do, don't use the Gallic Gun. Save that for later."
Vegeta glared at him, but didn't use the Gallic Gun. Instead he fired the strongest ki blast he could make without it being a special attack. Cell simply laughed and slapped it away. but Vegeta exercised a bit of control over it and made it come back to hit Cell in the back. That definitely caught Cell off guard. Vegeta smirked at MKakkhan, while MKakkhan simply rolled his eyes back. Kakkhan had to stifle a grin at the silly exchange.
Cell brushed himself off and regarded the Z-fighters. It was a long moment of inactivity before Cell finally said, "All right. I can see that some of you will actually be a worthy challenge with some more training. So I, being the perfect being I am, will give you ten days to train before I blow this dump of a planet. You, Goku, I want to fight you personally before you go. Meet me in a deserted area. You'll know where I am."
With that, Cell took off. Goku took off after him. MKakkhan reassured the others, getting unexpected help from Kakkhan, that Goku would be quite all right. So they left too, this time to make plans on how best to use the ten days of training left.
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Goku arrived at Capsule Corps. he was bruised and sweaty, but otherwise in cheerfully solemn spirits. He met with the Z-gang, including MKakkhan and Kakkhan, and asked what the plan was.
He was told that they would use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber (a.k.a. Room of Spirit and Time), and that first Vegeta and Mirai Trunks would going to go, then Goku, MKakkhan, and "Warrior", then Piccolo, then Yamcha and Krillin, and lastly Tien and Chiaotzu. The days out of the Chamber would be spent training. (Riiiiiiiiight.)
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A day passed. And Kakkhan now stood before the door leading into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. His tail twitched every so often to show he was still alive. The rest of him, however, stood stock-still and impassive, betraying no thoughts or emotions.
Goku paced around the round open room. He couldn't keep still as the thought of Cell. He circled around the domed room again, passing by the unmoving Kakkhan and the silent MKakkhan on the way.
MKakkhan was leaning against one of the columns with his eyes closed. His arms were crossed over his customary purple gi and blue wristbands. He seemed to be sleeping and his long black forelock floated in his eyes.
Then all three of them sensed it. MKakkhan opened his eyes, Kakkhan moved his head, and Goku stopped pacing. The door to the Room of Spirit and Time slowly and gratingly opened to show a very bloody Vegeta stepping out with an equally bloody eleven-year-old Trunks. They were dressed in dented Saiyan armor, evidence that these two Saiyan princes had been at it hard.
Whatever greeting the two Princes had been expecting, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks had been certain it was not this. For MKakkhan shook his head at all the dents in the armor and at the tears in the gi. Goku beamed the traditional Son Grin™ at them.
"Hey guys! How'd it go? Scratch that, I can see how it went."
Vegeta smirked. "Good Kakkarot. You can expect us to fight after Cell is beaten. And this time, I will be the winner!" He stalked away, leaving his future brat with the Son trio.
Mirai shook his blood-crusted head. "Please don't ask. It was very hard and very bruising to train with my father. I suggest you train hard Goku." Mirai sighed. "That's it. I'm off."
Mirai launched off in the general direction where Vegeta had gone. Now Kakkhan spoke.
"Well. If we're going to get any training done, we might as well start now."
MKakkhan nodded. He pushed himself off the pillar and followed the past into the fateful Room of Spirit and Time. Goku ran after them. He was eager to train after his little "test" against Cell, and wanted to find out exactly how strong both Kakkhan and Gohan really were.
Past the great door they strode, to find three beds already set up. Saiyan armor was ready and waiting to be put on. Goku looked around at the white walls with barely concealed eagerness. MKakkhan grinned when he saw his father.
Kakkhan smiled too, but for different reasons. He was reminded of his master Aslib's training dome and of the walls of the ship Tiara. Suddenly he was besieged with feelings of homesickness and of loneliness. He closed eyes and then opened them again. The emotions didn't go away, but they were under control for the moment.
He turned back to the others at Goku's voice saying, "Let's get started!" Kakkhan smiled to himself at the waves of eagerness that older Saiyan was radiating as the latter Grinned™ hugely.
Kakkhan smiled to himself again and said in an obviously amused voice, "Whatever you say, Goku."
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A/n: I finally finished this. WHOOPEE! Btw, I know that the Hyperbolic Time Chamber can only house two peeps in the series, but understand that my rules are being placed here. So the Room of Spirit and Time can house up to four people as the situation calls for it.
School/homework/studying for tests. Bleagh. Laziness. Bleagh. Cross country practices/meets. Bleagh. The Horrifying Block of Writer's Doom. Bleagh. Feeling more like reading than writing. Bleagh. Getting inspiration by my muses (ouch) for my other stories. Bleagh. Writing my other stories and updating them. Bleagh. (Wait a minute, what am I saying?!?!?!) Emailing ppl who haven't updated. Bleagh. (Very fun I suggest you try it sometime, just not on me. Hehe) Don't feel like typing. Bleagh. Trying to put up my site instead. Bleagh.
*Sigh* So much stuff to do and so little time…
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SNEAK PREVIEW:
Kakkhan, as usual, was meditating. He floated up and down on a spot far away from the noises of the fight going on. His black hair curled over his closed eyes, blowing up and down with Kakkhan's every breath. His muscular arms rested loosely on his folded legs and his green gi rustled softly. Every once in a while, Kakkhan's stomach would growl hopefully, but Kakkhan was too far-gone in meditation to take notice.
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