Wow, I can't believe it has actually been over three months since I have touched this story. In any case, I can't imagine all of you readers that were fans of my other Chibi stories are still around, but if you are, then enjoy. Lot's more to come for this one, I have other stories to think about, plus I am in school and have a job, but I will try to get a new chapter for this story out every once in a while for all you fans. Oh, and one more thing, it's been months, but I still have to thank my reviewers:
animeprincess1452: Yeah, yeah...I know it's gonna be interesting. As soon as I write the darn thing...
popcorn:Who are you again, I completely forgot...but I do think you are a member now, right? Anyway, sorry for the wait, but it's here at last!
GOTEN2003UK: Yep, another one, in case you are wondering, I don't know why the hell I am writing, maybe for lack of anything better to do, maybe it's like my last will and testament, I don't know.
popcorn:Only non-members can review the same chapter more than once...heh heh, but you are a member now, whoever you are...so yeah, and here's the chapter without any further adieu.
Chapter 1: Life Goes On
The scene was chaos. Complete and utter insanity ruled the Capsule Corporation building. The reason?
Dinner time.
It couldn't have been more chaotic if it had been planned, but somehow the two Saiya-jin and three half Saiya-jin managed to at least get something done. Somehow it looked like once again, the men and boys would get a decent meal prepared without the help of the plucky wives, who were out shopping. There had been several disasters, including a few that nearly burnt/flooded/blew up the entire CC complex, but they had gotten the hang of it by now, and everyone knew their place.
Trunks stood, or rather floated, in front of the stove, multitasking as only a half genius and half Saiya-jin could. He was stirring a huge pot of noodles with one hand, turning over about 100 hunks of meat frying in the wok with the other, and barely managing to stir the sauce in another pot with his tail. He dropped a piece of meat and Goten caught it easily in mid air and popped it into his mouth, swallowing the food without even chewing.
"Hey, Trunks-kun, where's the plates?" Goten then asked.
"I'm busy? Ask my dad," Trunks said, turning his body and almost dumping the sauce as Vegeta squeezed past and grabbed some silverware from the drawer.
Goten wandered off to find them himself while Vegeta cursed at Goku when he ran into the taller Saiya-jin, tempted to stick one of the forks into his rival's thick head, before going to put them on the table.
"Comin' through," Goku said, crawling under Trunks to pull the bread baking in the oven out, barely noticing the hot metal and setting the tray onto the counter.
Trunks foot caught on Goku's Gi and the boy did a back flip, barely able to right himself as Vegeta caught the tongs before they could hit the ground and handed them back to his son as Goku walked around him, running into Goten again. The younger boy finally managed to locate the plates and tossed them one by one like Frisbees to his father, who caught them with ease and placed them in the proper places on the table. Trunks turned off the stove and levitated the pots of food to the table while starting to slice the bread and Vegeta got a few bottles of milk out to pour in the glasses.
They all glared angrily at Gohan when he walked up, since he had participated little in the work, having been chatting on the phone with Videl for the last few minutes, and the older Son son quickly worked to slice the rest of the bread while Trunks got the sauce to the table. All five Saiya-jin gathered at the table and food flew every-which-way. Goten scooped up some noodles and threw them in the air, milliseconds before they were caught by a plate which was caught by Trunks and set in front of him. Gohan hit the side of the pan, sending meat flying in the air where it was caught on plates by the rest of them in midair and set down. Goku ducked to avoid the other pot, which flew to Vegeta and then over another flying ball of noodles, heading back to Gohan. Goku tilted his plate up to accept a piece of bread thrown by Goten and then deflected the bottle of milk at the right angle to send it to Trunks, who caught it upside down, pouring it into his glass. Goten ate a bite while pouring some more sauce on Vegeta's plate, which flew across the table and back into it's place, while another piece of bread was caught in Gohan's mouth while he poured more milk. Food and liquid zoomed around across the table in the bizarre and highly coordinated eating ritual which was over in a minute, and not a single crumb or drop escaped the ravenous stomachs of the Saiya-jin to stain the tablecloth.
So close, and yet so far. The memories of his past torturing his mind, the Kalltorraiya-jin trained forth, trying to force himself back to what he knew was there.
Buu-Buu smiled and put more energy into the ball, pushing back just as hard and it moved further toward the ground, which started cracking around the trio of fighters. All three kept up, their combined Kamehameha wave not wavering for a second, and it still was not enough, they were doomed. We...can't hold this forever, I gotta do something! Yonk thought, his Ki starting to fluctuate as the ball of energy pushed down more. It was just wrong, the good guys weren't supposed to lose to a monster like that. Yonk started to get pissed, very pissed. That bakayaro tortured my sons, killed hundreds of innocent people and insulted my power. What am I if I can't beat him? He doesn't deserve to win this, I will not lose!!! And for just a split second, something happened. Deep within Yonk's mind something snapped and all hell broke lose inside him, his Ki spiking to unbelievable levels and the beam grew just a tiny bit before the power left him as quickly as it came. But it was enough, "What?!" Buu-Buu yelled, feeling the surge in energy from the green fighter, and his concentration cracked. "NOW!" Yonk yelled and he and his sons pushed all remaining reserves into the Kamehameha which blasted forward and right through the ball of energy.
He didn't know what that had come from, or what it really was, but it was there, and he wanted it again. Fighting against the force of his own gravity machine, tweaked to support levels over a million times normal gravity - it had blown itself to bits several times - which only strengthened Yonk's resolve, he went on. A small crack, followed by another, was heard but ignored by the Kalltorraiya-jin. The obsession was not unlike when one wakes up and just wants to go back to sleep; he had tasted the power and only wanted more. His green hair wavered and flashed back to brown, the loss of Ki sending the young man to the ground, unable to get up, and he deactivated the machine with a verbal command. Closing his eyes, he concentrated for a few minutes and gathered enough energy to transform again, but that was more than the machine could take and it exploded spectacularly in an orange and green fireball, sending Yonk and debris flying. Standing up again, raging mad, he blasted the mountain he was on to dust, and shouted his madness to the air, fighting again to reach the unthinkable.
There was a pause in the eating at the Capsule Corporation, everyone looked up to the sky and a fork dropped from Goten's hand as they collectively felt the power from seemingly nowhere rise and then suddenly fade. A split second later the plates and silverware rattled on the table like from some bizarre earthquake and then stopped. The Saiya-jin shrugged it off, realizing that that crazy Kalltorraiya-jin wasn't going to stop until he ascended or blew up the Earth. Or both.
Sweat dripped from Yonk's brow, as he stood on his hands and knees panting like a dog, powered down to virtually nothing, his Ki drained.
Dammit, he thought, I was so close that time.
Yet try as he might, he just couldn't do it. It was like looking at something, a faint vision so tiny and delicate that it might disappear if looked at too much. The secret to reaching it still eluded him; he couldn't replicate the conditions of that day.
That bakayaro tortured my sons, killed hundreds of innocent people and insulted my power. What am I if I can't beat him? He doesn't deserve to win this, I will not lose!!! And for just a split second, something happened. Deep within Yonk's mind something snapped and all hell broke lose inside...
What was that like, anyway? Almost losing his sons...no, scratch that: his ex-sons, was so painful, coupled with his rage and self-righteousness, had brought him that power that gave him the ability to destroy Buu-Buu once and for all. But like a laughing ghost it escaped him still, and he wanted it so much it was killing him.
It was going to kill him.
He fought on brilliantly; reaching his goal was only a matter of time.
Across space and time, a monster streaked across the universe, bridging the future to the past in His programmed quest to destroy those within it. Landing on a desolate planet He gazed upon his first mission of destruction with glee and anticipation. If Buu-Buu was one mastery of Bebidi's creation, He was certainly the other. Buu-Buu was built with the express purpose to torture, to cause pain; He was made only to destroy, and to be more powerful than anything could challenge.
The inhabitants of the planet looked on at the powerful figure before them, not knowing what He was or what He was capable of. Chattering their insect-like mandibles, they took in the thing that looked back at them with an evil glint in His blank, white, dead eyes. Clenching one fist He closed those eyes and regarded the hapless creatures ogling Him by uttering a single word - His given name.
"Shikyo," rose the sickening sound.
That name that would be heard by many; across thousands of worlds and trillions of beings, all who would tremble at the mere sound of it.
Clenching that fist tighter, the monster tensed his Ki for a small fraction of a second, and the entire planet was reduced to dust, erasing all on it instantly. Floating in the dust and rocks remaining of the planet, he moved on to the next one, challenging all and destroying all easily. The universe would soon split apart given a taste of his incredible power, the carnage was only beginning.
The soft sound of a spaceship activating and taking off toward a new destination broke the silence of the evening near Capsule Corp. Inside, one Namek and his Saiya-jin apprentice moved forth towards New Namek, for a couple weeks of training. Chi-Chi waved goodbye to her eldest son, watching the glint of light from the ship disappear into the dark purple of the night sky. Goten frowned, not wanting to be so far from his real big brother for so long, and retreated back into the building to find comfort in the presence of his once big brother. Goku left for home, taking his wife with him, and leaving his other son to spend the night with Trunks and his family as usual. The two half Saiya-jin little boys played on inside Trunks' room, awaiting dinner, while Vegeta began his normal training routine in the gravity chamber.
"Boys, come down for dinner," Bulma called up the stairs, before proceeding to the gravity room to get her insane husband for food as well.
The Chibis proceeded to the bottom floor, looking about confused for the two guests who were supposed to be here already. It was quite unlike those two girls to be late, but then again it seemed as if AngelGoten might have gotten them lost again. Deciding to eat their dinner and forget about them, Goten ran to the table with Trunks close behind and they sat down to wait for Trunks' parents. Something wasn't right though, and far away they could feel the familiar presence of Yonk's Ki fluctuating ever so slightly, as if distressed by something.
Shikyo had no normal Ki, he could not be sensed by any method of organic perception which all the Saiya-jin possessed, nor could he be detected by any invention that could be created. It was almost as if he had no Ki, like an android, but it was clear that he emitted no heat and exuded only evil. He was so much like a ghost in that way, like Yonk's fate. But small children have always been more powerful than their adult counterparts in that way, they could sense what could not be sensed, see what could not be seen, and feel what could not be felt. Trunks and Goten were no different, and as Shikyo continued his rampage across the universe, they could feel something bad, but could not interpret it in any level due to their tender age.
Far off, Yonk too, could sense something. He did not possess the powerful, natural psychic ability for things as children did, but his part Kalltorran mind gave him an edge above the Saiya-jin. Something, he knew, was wrong as well, and as he felt the Ki of Gohan and Piccolo rise, his eyes snapped open in realization.
He's here...
Seeing his once-master and close and trusted friend destroyed so easily hit Gohan hard. Piccolo was no super Saiya-jin, but he was powerful in his own right, yet he was cast aside and vaporized in no time at all like a bug. Gohan powered up to his maximum, hitting his Mystic form quickly and taking on the monster Shikyo. The brave Saiya-jin intended to make some form of a mark on him, but he was already way outclassed, and he stood no chance of fazing the creature before him.
"Shikyo," uttered the monster, absorbing Gohan's powerful attacks like nothing, not even noticing his punches and Ki blasts.
The light of Ki explosions covered the planet as Gohan fought on, getting nowhere, finally coming to the realization that this was one fight he could not win. He did the only thing he could; he flew back to the ship, and blasted off back toward Earth, leaving the monster to destroy what was left of the planet.
Shikyo would never let him get away.
