WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THE LATEST NARUTO MANGA, IF YOU ARE NOT UP TO DATE THEN THIS WILL SPOIL THE IDENTITY OF TOBI FOR YOU, AS WELL AS WHAT HAPPENED TO RIN, KAKASHI AND OBITO'S TEAMMATE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Resurrection: The Last Z Warrior

Chapter Four: Aftermath Part 1

The tall skyscrapers of Ame were always drenched in water; the numerous pipes that lead the rain down into the sewage system were not enough to keep the massive amounts of down pour from floods and other types of environmental damage.

That is why Ame boasted the tallest buildings in the entire land, unlike Kumogakure's buildings which were embedded into the mountainside of Kaminari no Kuni, which gave them great height, but only because of their location.

Life revolved around the innards of the spires of brick and metal. Residential areas were found at the top floors of the buildings, with most civilian jobs being in the mid and lower floors.

There were some places that were on ground level, these were far and few. Most are shinobi only shops, such as bars and weapon stores that were protected with environmental seals. And for the few civilian owned shops that were on ground level, most were found in the areas with better infrastructure in the city.

Rain clouds had covered the night sky, never letting up for the past week since the shinobi world was rocked by the death of the greatest Bijuu.

The talk throughout the Elemental Nations was of the events that transpired a week prior; the great beam of light, the massive release of chakra when the Nine Tails was destroyed, and the final, sorrowful howl of the massive beast.

Information on what had actually transpired was all that was talked about, and already a million different accounts were being spread nation-wide, while information on the events afterwards was completely scarce.

All the nations wanted to glean some intel on that October night, but as of one week ago, Konohagakure no Sato was on complete lock down, no one was to get in or out of the village, and the entirety of Hi no Kuni was on high alert, with the Daimyo's Royal army on border guard until their shinobi comrade's crisis was over.

Within the highest skyscraper, a lone individual garbed in a black cloak with red cloud designs, sat on a windowsill on the highest floor overlooking the drenched city.

'The rain is so heavy; it is as if the city is being slowly drowned.' The hooded figure mused.

His attention was grabbed by a scream down below in the streets, the heightened hearing of an S-class shinobi easily able to pick up the sounds, even over the rain.

He looked down, peering through the one eye hole in his mask to see a man being repeatedly stabbed, his screams being drowned out by the heavy downpour, allowing it to only be heard by those who have enough skill to hear it, or if they were just in a close enough proximity.

Looking back to the top of the buildings, he ignored the murder below him as the screams of the dying man brought forth memories of what happened a week prior.

-FLASHBACK-

In all his years since that fateful day where he witnessed the death of his teammate, the girl he loved, being stabbed through the heart by his other teammate, the one he considered his best friend, Obito Uchiha, alias Tobi, never thought he would be in such a state of shock.

His plans…

Everything, his dream, Madara's dream, the dream of eternal peace and winners….

Gone.

The Kyuubi was gone.

The chakra residue of the Nine Tails was quickly evaporating, seeping into the earth.

He could see it with his Sharingan, he could see his dream seeping away into the unforgiving earth.

Rin….

He could never bring her back now.

He could never live with her in that beautiful world of eternal happiness."

'All because of that man!"

Obito shook with rage and disbelief at what had just occurred, his Mangenkyo Sharingan spinning wildly as he glared at the unknown individual that just ruined his plans, trying to burn a hole into his head as he stood there, just looking up at the night sky, with no clue at just how much the Uchiha wanted to hurt him.

The apprentice of Madara wanted to just attack, throw everything he had at him; put him into Tsukiyomi and torture him until his Sharingan eyes bled all they could bleed.

But he had been taught better, he was taught to be smarter than that. No matter how much rage he felt, Obito knew that he didn't stand a chance against that man. Not only because he could take out the strongest bijuu and not break a sweat, but because he was an unknown, an enigma. There was no information on him, and in the shinobi world, going in without any information was considered suicide.

So with much displeasure and anger, Obito silently slid into the shadows of the forest, his eye glancing over to his former sensei to see that he was staring at him, but the Uchiha knew he wouldn't chase him; he was too preoccupied with protecting his family, and possibly questioning the interloper that destroyed his plans, if he stuck around long enough.

And so he ran, his mind a mess as he decided to go and speak to his spy and informant.

'Hopefully, Zetsu can dig up something on that person.'

-END FLASHBACK-

So far, his grass missing-nin partner found nothing regarding a man with the description or powers as the one that appeared that day. But Obito was determined to find something, anything that might lead him to information on that person.

So for now he would wait, and bide his time, gather more men for Akatsuki, and wait.

Wait for the day where he would have his revenge.


The gentle breeze blew in through the open, purple, oval, window; its soft sounds resonated within the large semi-sphere chamber, a sound that seemed mystical in nature, as if it carried a message.

It blew past the body of a large slumbering being, his giant body shifting as he was awoken from his sleep by the breeze.

As the breeze blew by once more, the being's drooping eyes snapped open, moving to stare out the open window.

He furrowed his hairless brows as he concentrated, his heart beat racing, while in his mind he kept repeating one single word;

"Impossible."


The Yondaime Hokage felt as if the emotional rollercoaster was finally slowing down after one week from the Kyuubi's release and later on destruction.

He was currently standing in one of the rooms in the ICU of Konoha's General Hospital, his wife asleep in the hospital bed with numerous machines monitoring her health, while his son slept peacefully within a crib next to him provided by the hospital.

His beautiful, hot headed, wife almost pushed herself to the brink of death. The pregnancy, the release of Kurama, exerting herself to hold down the fox while he prepared their son for the sealing; all of it cause massive amounts of stress on her already taxed body.

And were it not for the fact that Tsunade was in the village at the time...

Minato shook his head.

What ifs didn't matter to him right now, all that mattered is that his family was alive and safe. And his wife was free of the burden of the Kyuubi, and his son would never have to hold that burden either.

Minato never felt indebted to someone as much as he felt to that person.

Son Gohan, the man that saved his family and his village.

-FLASHBACK-

Minato didn't know what to think, his mind was drawing blank at what he just witnessed, at what he felt.

The power that was produced by that man was not chakra that much was for sure, it was too raw to be chakra, too wild and powerful.

Whatever it was, it had the potential to power techniques that could overpower a Bijuu Dama, which had been considered to be the most destructive technique known to shinobi.

These facts, obvious to a shinobi of Minato Namikaze's caliber, scared him.

He could face the Nine Tails and a person that could control said Demon Fox without a second thought. But the thought of facing such a powerful being truly shook him.

But more than that, he wanted to know. He wanted to understand where this being came from, where he gained such power, and how could he have never been heard about before now.

Because one little known fact about the Yondaime was his thirst for knowledge. Not in the sick, savage, way that Orochimaru thirsts for it, but it was just something in his mind, a mental tick that required him to learn more. It was why he became interested in Fuinjutsu, space-time manipulation, and jutsu creation. Because these facets of shinobi technique were so obscure and little had knowledge in them that he set out himself to discover more about them.

The Fourth stopped his train of thought as he noticed movement across the clearing, his eyes watching as the one that caused this mess move back into the shadows of the surrounding trees.

He would have gone after him, but his family took priority. Looking down at his wife and son after the chakra signature of the one called Tobi disappeared; he picked them up once more, and stood up. He winced as the ache of today's events finally began to be felt, he raised his head and saw that the mysterious and powerful individual was looking at him.

"Are they alright?" The man spoke to him, his tone even with very little emotion, his eyes darting to his wife and child before returning to his eyes.

Minato gulped down the saliva in his mouth before speaking, "Yes, they will be fine. We have you to thank for that. Without you my wife and child, and possibly all the villagers would have died."

The man simply nodded, taking one last glance at his son before turning around.

"I will take my leave then~"

Minato's eyes widened. He was going to leave, just like that? "WAIT!"

The dark haired individual turned back around, his face betraying nothing, but seemingly expressing the statement 'What?'

"You don't have to leave; we can accommodate you in my village. Please, you're a Hero; I believe my people would want to know who saved them." Minato said, hoping that he would accept his offer, but he could see that his offer was not having an effect on the person in front of him.

"I appreciate the offer, but I do not need the adoration of your people, nor do I deserve the title of hero" For the first time in their conversation, the purple garbed man put some emotion in his voice, spitting out the word hero with such bitterness that it stung the young Hokage.

But the Fire Shadow wasn't about to give up; "Please, there must be some way I can repay you. You saved me from sacrificing my son from being the container of a demon, to live an orphaned life never knowing his parents, and burdened with such a stigma that I doubt he would have been accepted by society. Please…"

Son Gohan stared at the man in front of him, his eyes staring back, blue and intense, yet they had a similar shine Gohan had only seen in one person before; his father.

He also saw other similarities, how self-sacrificing he was; ready to die for the sake of his family and his people.

The last Z Warrior felt great respect for this man that he actually considered taking him up on his offer, but he was conflicted, he had made an oath to never get involved with humans ever again. He would protect the planet from outside invaders, but he wouldn't get drawn in the games of men.

That is why he stayed in constant meditation on the Lookout of Kami, only keeping enough of himself conscious to feel if there is anyone trying to invade earth.

But his interest was piqued by today's events; the last time he had to protect the earth there weren't any creatures like the one he faced, nor were the humans so strong. The power of the one in front of him was pretty impressive for a human compared to the regular humans in his time, and he could feel more similar powers in the village nearby.

How long had he meditated without interruption that humans had evolved to such a state? Or was there a catalyst to such a change?

Though it went against his oath, he wanted to know more about what happened throughout the years that passed, but he did not want to enter such a populated area, he did not want to be called a Hero…

"What is your name?" Minato was slightly relieved that the one who saved his family did not outright reject his second plea to stay at his village, and opened his mouth to reply.

"My name is Minato Namikaze, I am the Fourth Hokage, the fourth leader of this village" He clarified, "And this is my wife, Namikaze Uzumaki Kushina, and the little one is Namikaze Naruto" He stated, watching as the man nodded before turning around.

"My name is Son Gohan, and I have not been around for a very long time. I want to know more about what has changed on Earth." Gohan spoke, "However, I do not want to enter your village, so I will allow you a privilege that no one has had in a very long time." Turning around, he faced the one called Minato, all the while a part of him was not believing what he was about to do,

"I will allow you to come to Kami's Lookout."


AND THAT IS CHAPTER FOUR! Next chapter, flashback continues, and Minato and Gohan have a sit down at the Lookout, and both are in for some shocking information.

What happens to Kushina and Naruto will be explained in chapter 5, as well as some point of views from some of the other villages.

Also I would like to clarify the ninth statement from chapter 3 A.N.

This is strictly a Naruto/DBZ crossover, but I might make other stories with the same Gohan in different universes, such as Bleach or One Piece (Probably OP). Just wanted to make that clear.

As for pairings, I am partial to Gohan/Kurenai or possibly Gohan/Tenten (cuz it reminds me of Goku/Chichi for some reason. Plus I can see Tenten wielding a frying pan.) I will say it will not be a harem though. I really feel they break the story. These are just some thoughts of mine, nothing definite.

Oh and can anyone guess who is the giant that was sleeping? I will tell you it is someone alive, so don't think someone from Otherworld or something.

I am really trying to pace this story and not break it with Gohan's overpowered Super Saiyan-ness. There aren't enough good DBZ/Naruto stories out there, and I want this to be one that stays true to both Anime.

I would highly appreciate any reviews; it was because I looked at the previous chapter reviews that I got the drive to write this chapter all in one go. Thank you to those who take the time to provide reviews, much obliged.

May your mind be filled with ideas, and you inbox filled with reviews.

The Burdened Muse.