Point Total

(A Gantz spamfic)

Any and all C+C appreciated.

All the previous chapters and my other works are stored at: and Ao3

Standard disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gantz characters or the other series this is crossovered with. This takes place midway through the series.

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Birth (or rebirth) for Kei Kurono consisted of being 'faxed' molecule by molecule from his dingy bachelor pad apartment to the nightmare apartment with the 'Black Ball' now serving as his jailor/gamemaster/God.

At least the timing was beneficial. He had just cut his finger slicing an apple, a get ready for stitches kind of injury, but thanks to the wonders of the Gantz Public Transportation System, his wound had healed. It also proved useful that time the vampire disemboweled him. Between that and train decapitations, he had terrible luck at staying alive. But who didn't and yet still found themselves drawn into the Gantz game?

Luckily, Kei had stayed 'in the system', and was resurrected by Kato, of all people. It turned out Kato had been sucked back into the game after getting caught in a crossfire between aliens and rogue hunters. With his latest return, Kei 'volunteered' to participate in the game. A bit more eager this time since he'd probably have been killed by vampires again if he left, and he'd just as soon have memories of what they were, and the weaponry to do something about it. Besides, he still needed to bring back Sei. He might not have loved her, but he owed it to the first woman who agreed to have sex with him… and enabled him to come back from near death at the hands of the multiple-armed alien monstrosity that had killed everyone other than him. But in popping his cherry she had sort of… matured him mentally, for lack of a better word. With his first sexual experience out of the way, he had started reevaluating what was important in life. Outside of being ordered to kill aliens or die a horrendous death. Very important, that.

Looking around the room, he saw the others were there as well. Reika (hard not to look at those tits) Bald Guy (Kei really needed to learn his actual name) that prick, Nishi, a handful that had survived the last mission, and the usual assortment of recently deceased who had discovered a new lease on life: one that might have a short duration if they weren't careful and ended up dissected/melted/eaten by the newest wave of aliens that had decided to make Japan their hangout.

There was just enough time to exchange a greeting with Kato while Reika explained things to the new guys (they had learned male participants were more likely to at least put on their suits and grab weapons if Reika was the one asking them to do it).

"So, how many points away before you can bring Kishimoto back?" Kei asked his schoolmate, now friend.

"Twenty. You?" Kato asked.

"Thirty-Five." Kato would be bringing back Kishimoto as his cash in for the hundred points. Reika was Kei's. Maybe after that Kei would go for a weapon upgrade when he scored another hundred.

"You're a bit behind this time." Kato smiled.

Was there a time that smile bothered Kei? It had been so long ago. Yes, he had matured in ways he would never have envisioned. "I did come back after you were in the game for a while, and you're a lot better at it this time around."

Kei spared a glance and saw most of the guys were at least grabbing the cases with the suits. The one woman amongst the newbies was meek, and going with the flow. That might let her survive. Not good odds -they never were on the first mission- but better than nothing.

And then the music began playing from the ball on cue. A moment later, the image of their next target showed on the side of the ball. It was a human-looking one this time, with an affable expression on his face and big black spiky hair. He wore an orange martial arts gi with a symbol on it. His stats read:

Characteristics:

Strong

Martial Artist

Likes:

Blowing up planets

Coming back from the dead

Dislikes:

Dying repeatedly

Favorite Phrase:

Kamehameha!

On the picture it read: Saiyan

Kei looked Kato in the eye. "We're pretty much screwed, aren't we?"

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End.

Well, you have to admit, that pretty much is the worst alien you could chosen to whack. And yes, if you haven't read Gantz (the anime barely scratched the surface of the series before ending), all of that actually does makes sense. And the series doesn't always make a whole lot.

Second disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dragonball characters or concepts either.