Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.
A/n: Heya, long time no see! Welcome back to Kakkhan! What do you guys think of my new name? "Great! It's cool!" or "It sucks! Change it back to AAS!"? I don't need your response, but it'd be cool nonetheless.
My laptop totally jacked out on me and deleted my files! Now I can't recover chapters 11-18 that I had all nice and written out and ready to be posted! GRRRRR! I HATE MY LAPTOP! *Steams* So now I have to rewrite ALL of what I had and post them up IMMEDIATELY so I don't lose em! GR! Do you know how hateful that is?!?!?! I'm never trusting my laptop again. O
Aaaaanyway, this chapter is situated near the end of the year in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Just thought I'd let you know.
Allati: Aw that was sweet.
SP3: Thanx, Allati. Wanna start?
Allati: Sure!
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"Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, accept it, no matter where it leads him." —Henry Miller
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Chapter Eleven: A Purchase of Destiny
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A punch came out of nowhere. It hit the other fighter in the face. Goku pummeled back, ignoring the spreading bruise to his eye. MKakkhan shook his bright gold hair out of his eyes and fought gamely on. Goku hit his future son with a well-placed kick to the gut. MKakkhan retaliated with a growl and a roundhouse kick. The kick knocked Goku off his feet and crashing into the floor. Luckily the floor of the Room of Spirit and Time was Saiyan-proof, meaning that Goku didn't even make a dent in the metal-like substance.
The Saiyan got up and faced the serious face of his future son in a fighting stance. Goku prepped himself and lunged at MKakkhan, restarting up the fight once more.
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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.
Then Kakkhan started to come to life. First it was his eyes, as the black orbs appeared and disappeared in a series of slow blinks. Then the head rolled, stretching out the kinks developed in his neck. Legs unbent and bent, arms moved, muscles stretched, and stomach groaned louder than ever. The Saiyan heard it for the first tie and patted the said organ.
"Sorry, stomach, we'll get you something to eat now."
His stomach rumbled again in agreement. Kakkhan worked out another cramp in his leg and made his way into the kitchen. He calmly picked out the closest things nearest him that accounted for food and closed the first refrigerator. Not even staggering under his Mt. Everest plate of food, Kakkhan set it on one of the many tables scattered around the kitchen. The young immortal pulled up a chair and dug in.
Kakkhan was about to go for thirds when Goku and MKakkhan trooped in. They were bloody and gory, but their attitude was very cheerful. Kakkhan assumed that the spar had gone well.
Goku went immediately to the refrigerators and filled two platters of food as high as Kakkhan's had been. This time the Saiyan did stagger under the load, he not being as strong as Kakkhan (duh). MKakkhan glanced down at his past counterpart and his clearly once-filled plate.
"Starting without us Ka-chan?" MKakkhan instantly regretted his words. He was duly punished for his work by Kakkhan's black stare. Still, Mirai did get an answer for his trouble.
"With that naïve bottomless pit over there gobbling up everything, I see no reason why not." MKakkhan agreed and set about on the almost-impossible task of wrenching Goku from the refrigerators. Somehow MKakkhan succeeded and soon all three Saiyans had had their fill.
Kakkhan got up again and disappeared. To where, Goku knew not, nor did he care. It was time to fight.
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Kakkhan strolled down the walkway to the City. The path he had discovered was rapidly clearing of the moss and vines that once covered it, thanks to Kakkhan's feet always treading down it. If the Lord kept it up, the cobbles would show soon.
He stepped past the gates of the City, where Lotto prowled up to Its protected. Kakkhan smiled at the neko as the City zoomed past both of them. The Village that lay all around the Tower halted before them suddenly. Kakkhan still didn't know if he was carried to his destination or if his destination came to him, but as long as he was there, it didn't matter.
Lotto leaped lightly onto Kakkhan's shoulders as they wandered throughout the High Market. They just looked in on things, enjoying each other's company while not in the midst of a strange situation.
Kakkhan bypassed one stall displaying highly priced jewelry fit for royalty. One item, however, was labeled as free. The Immortal raised an eyebrow at this stunning revelation, but he left the vicinity to check another vendor. The seller, a pale female, watched the boy with the many rings in his ears and the two-centimeter thick silver shimmering gold armband. From what she could discern, the armband was a ki-damper. But she couldn't tell what strength the damper was. Must be rare then. And what was rare, was priced high.
The seller's light coloured eyes lit up as the much-loaded boy came to her way again, pausing again at the sight of the necklace.
The necklace, which so captured Kakkhan's attention, was not especially outstanding. It looked like an ordinary necklace, the kind that humans would buy. The necklace consisted of black leather string and pearly crystal pendant with the top and the bottom of the pendant tacked onto the string. It seemed harmless at first, but Kakkhan could detect a hidden darkness within the crystal that pulsed at him once, then faded. The crystal caught a stray beam of light and swept it over its own surface, illuminating each of its facets. The ray gone, the crystal sat there, ignoring pointedly the Immortal looking at it.
Kakkhan snapped from his trance and looked in the seller's direction. She who had been calling 'Sir?' for some time smiled in relief. Kakkhan overlooked her expression and asked her, Why is there a "free" tag on this necklace? How is it that no one has taken it yet?', pointing to the necklace.
She shivered slightly. 'I have had many customers ask me for the necklace, but there is only one person whom it will go to. That is the Legendary Lord, and even he will give the necklace to one in his altered past, where it will reside around the neck of the child of the darkness.' She added as an afterthought, 'I don't always talk like that.'
Kakkhan raised his eyebrows at the girl. Shaking his head, Kakkhan looked at the necklace again. The crystal stayed dull. The Saiyan regarded the necklace for some more time before he told the seller, 'I am the Legendary Lord.'
The seller was at first shocked, then pleased. She had had the necklace in her possession for only two days, but those days had been enough to creep her out. She wanted to get rid of the jewel item, never mind that it was free and would not bring her any profit. She just wanted to be rid of it and its prophecy.
'Really? Then the necklace goes to you.' The vendor of stall 2458764 picked up the necklace gingerly and carefully packed it and its pedestal into a small white gift box. She put the box top on the box and handed it to Kakkhan. Kakkhan bemusedly took the box, nodded to the relieved vendor, and walked away. not once had Kakkhan shown his surprise at the necklace's mystery; the Laniins had instilled too much composure into him for that.
But inside of his serene façade, Kakkhan was thinking furiously. Why is the necklace for me? Who in my "altered past" will get this? He looked at the necklace's box, studying the white design with bold black running around the border.
Kakkhan knew whom this was for. Some necessary changes would have to be done, but those changes were needed in order for a fable long ago lost to be fulfilled once and for all.
Kakkhan looked up as Lotto came back from wherever It had gone. It purred, 'The Gods are waiting to see you. Shall we go?'
Kakkhan nodded. 'Yes, we shall. Perhaps They can answer a few questions about this necklace.'
Lotto purred again as the City zoomed past them in a warp of flashing light and distorting shapes.
The vendor stared agape as the young boy with many rings in his ears was warped away. The City only allowed that with high priority people, i.e. Angels or Immortals, for example. No mortal, not even a planet-saving hero, ever got that honor. So who could that boy be to have this done for him? An Immortal? He had felt too darkly charismatic to be an Angel. So…?
The vendor was left to wonder if the Legendary Lord was so self-titled, or if he had been bestowed such by a much higher authority than she.
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Hours later, Kakkhan slammed back into his consciousness, stirring awake before anyone could touch him. And for a good reason too. Goku had been about to shake him for the fifth time. Now, however, he just sat back and smiled at 'Warrior'.
Kakkhan glared at Goku as he did his customary stretching routine. Wincing imperceptibly at the various aches and pains ensuing, Kakkhan mock-barked at Goku, "Well?"
Goku shrugged, stilling smiling. "Well, what?"
"Well, why were you shaking me?"
Goku looked surprised. "You felt me shake you?"
"Four times, Kakkarot."
Goku noticed with some unease the usage of his Saiyan name, but he abandoned it in favor of the situation at hand.
"Then why didn't you wake up the first time?" he asked scratching his head in confusion.
Kakkhan got up and said to him, "I was too deep into meditation to answer you." He turned around. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a stomach to feed" (Is Kakkhan acting a bit too much like a certain other Saiyan 'round here? What's his name again? Veggie? Veggetio? Vegitta? ?_?). An accompanying rumble cut into the air as the eleven-year-old Earthling-born Giendonese Saiyan sauntered into the kitchen.
Goku had no choice but to accept Kakkhan's explanation. Following, he too began to stuff himself.
Later again, when Kakkhan and the others prepared for bed, Kakkhan came across in his pocket a little white box with black border, which he remembered from eons ago. It took him a little while to remember what was even in the box. When he did, it was with an "oh that" kind of thought. Kakkhan smiled to himself as he tucked the box into a safe corner of his mattress. It was tucked in a way that he would be sure not to forget it in the morning.
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A/n: What is going on here?!?!
Allati: You tell me.
SP3: Hehehehehe I will not.
Allati: OK.
SP3: What's the necklace's prophecy?
Allati: You're not gonna tell.
SP3: Nope.
Allati: Do you even know what the prophecy is?
SP3: Actually, dear Allati, I do. And I understand it as well! What a surprise, I know. And if simba_rulz is in the house, I'm sure she'll be like "WHAT?! ANOTHER STINKIN' PROPHECY?!?! AAAAAAAAAGH!" (see The Ultimate Saiyan Warrior Chapter Ten to see what the heck's going on here)
Allati: Really? Why?
SP3: It's cause she couldn't get the first one out of her head. Hehehehehe. That was a funny review when I got it.
Allati: Aw, poor simba. I hope you didn't take too long.
SP3: Actually, it was some time before Chapter Nine when she reviewed that, but Chapter Ten was the concluding chap.
Allati: Oh.
SP3: … I think we're getting off topic here.
Allati: Yeah.
SP3: Hehehe.
Allati: Yeah.
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SNEAK PREVIEW:
Kakkhan was shocked, but he hid it as well as any time he was shocked. He didn't want to do this, but he really had no choice in the matter. After all, it was the world at stake, wasn't it?
But still, he should have known this would happen.
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REVIEWER RESPONSES:
Kail Blade: Oh, ok. That's a bit of a problem. Heh. Maybe I can fix that in the future. *Starts plotting something* Thanx for the idea and the info!
Nooka: Calm down gal! Jeez! O.O; Thanx for the sympathy and the sincere compliment!
Bobbi: Where did you get 14 from? See, I calculate Giendonese years by taking Kakkhan's Earthling age and doubling it, then taking away 4. 4 for the years old Kakkhan would have been if he had been born on planet Giendon. That's what I do for the technical age.
For acting like it, yes, well, even tho Kakkhan is G16, he's still just a kid. And even sixteen year olds act like kids sometimes, well okay, most of the time (Don't I know it good God). It's confusing, yes I know. I lose my own head in this too.
PS Don't tell anyone else the age formula; it's a big secret.
Allati: Um, SP3? This is a reviewer response. It's universal knowledge now.
SP3: O.o Uh-oh.
Allati: Heh ^^;
SP3: Hehehehehehe… ^^; Thanx for your rev bobbi!
DBZ Chick1: Ay yi! Hope your ankle's better now. Eeeee!
ADDITIONAL THANKS TO:
BlackFireDragonK, Gohan00, ShadowObscurity, Shea Loner (HEY!), Rarity88 (HEY!), and Frying Pan of DOOM (HEY!) for their heartfelt revs!
And thanx to everyone who reviewed last chapter!
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Like last chapter, I have homework. Unlike last chapter, I don't have cross-country. What a shame. I actually liked that sport. Yesterday I was running around the gym (voluntarily for some really weird reason O.o) and I did either four or five laps—I can't remember—and when I stretch, now, the bottom of my rib cage hurts as I lean back. Great. I haven't run in so long that my muscles have forgotten how to breathe painlessly. Ohh boy. That tells you something? O.o
I have to write a research paper for American Government, and so far I have only the first 200+ words done. -_- The rough draft is due on Monday, and I have all weekend to do it. But I don't wanna! *Pouts* I hate writing when it's not fanfiction. *Tsks* Well, off to the dreadful task at hand!
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