Thursday, July 14, 2005

A Key Bearer Named Sora
Last time They landed in Traverse town. Were they expirenced a dark being called the heartless. Will there be another situation like this? Findout now.

They walked to a door that had a keyhole by it. the door was locked.

Bulma: Thats odd. What would a huge keyhole be doing here?
Goku: Mabey it unlocks something.
vegetadude: ( hits Goku) Ya like that DOOR! Goku: Oh ya. vegetadude:Duh! Animefreak123456:Mabey we should go around.

They came into the 2nd District. It was alot different than the other district. While they were walking a soilder like heartless appered.

Vegeta: What kind of misrible runt is this? (kicks it) vegetadude: These things are starting to annoy me.

A dragon like heartless appers, and hits vegetadude with its tail.

vegetadude: Holy crap.

The heartless tries to hit vegetadude, but Vegeta blasted it to the next demintion.

vegetadude: Uhh thanks.
Vegeta: *picks vegetadude up* No problem.* holds her hands* vegetadude: You can let go now. Vegeta: Oh right. vegetadude:{Thinking} Dose he like me?

Anime was attacked by a heartless but she was saved by a mysterious boy with a key. His friends were alot different.

Sora: You shouldn't have come here. Vegeta: Who in the heck are you supposed to be? Sora: My name is Sora. Those things that you were attacking were called the heartless. Starfire: What is this heartless of which you speak? Sora:people born of dark heart. Robin: How? Sora: Long ago a king(or scientist) named Ansem studied the heartless. Later, darkness consumed him. Soon he learn to gain control over the heartless. Then the heartless began destroying other worlds. Goku: Then what happened? Sora: He was destoryed by the light called Kingdom Hearts. The king and I sealed Kingdom Hearts, but it was sealed incorrectly. Bulla: This is too weird. Bulma: Excusse me, but do you know a shop that sells parts? Sora: Yes, follow us.

{Later}
Sora: This is the first district. It's basicly a market and a home for people who lost their worlds.

Goofy and Donald are walking behind Vegeta, and he's glaring at them.

Vegeta: Okay, what are these freaks doing here.
Sora: Their not freaks. Their names are Donald and Goofy!

Vegeta makes a dark glare at them. The two slowly walk to Sora.

Goofy: I don't like this guy. He gives me the creeps. Donald: I'm not scared * Vegeta blasts him* I stand corrected.

Cid: Hi Sora, what you up to? Sora: Fighting heartless, sealing keyholes, helping out, the usual. Cid: Can I help you? Bulma: We need capsule corp parts for our ship. Cid: Their over there, but you can't have them. Bulma: Why not? Cid: Their only for me, and I use them for extrem purposes. vegetadude: Look old man we've been traveling for days looking for the Dragonballs to revive the worlds and revie the people that used to live on them. Now don't you think thats an extrem purpose? Cid: whow whow calm down I under stand take all of them if you like. vegetadude: Thanks Everyone: O_o

On the why to the ship vegetadude was attacked by another heartless, but Vegeta stood in it's way. Then he disappered with it. vegetadude: Vegeta?
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

   Sorry
I'm really sorry but I can't put another fanfic up today. I've been to busy. I didn't finish it. My friend keep coming over. So it's like one big mess. I also have a play to audition for. Sorry, I'll try to put it up tomorro.

I have some pics for you.

Is that Bra or Bulma?
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How cute
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Oh Nooooo!!!
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Kakorot
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So pretty
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A preveiw of KH2
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It's all Good
I started an acount on Photobucket yesterday. I woke up tooo early this morning. I'm really tierd, but not to tierd to work on my site. I'm going to have to visit your sites later. I have to go somewhere with my grandma. I'll also post my next fanfic of DBZ later. No it's not the one where Vegeta and Kakorot are fighting off their enemys. It's the one where their at Travers Town. Well I'm off to work on my site. seeya l8ter.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

   Bored as Heck
Its raining outside. I hate this theres nothing to do. God I'm about to die here. I think its going to rain for seven days. (falls asleep on the keyboard for two hours) Oh hi sorry about that. I'm not going to post that fanfic any more. I'm going to post the other one. I was just takeing a break on it. Starting tomorro I'm going to post the one where their at Traverse Town.
Well seeya.
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Saturday, July 9, 2005

Why Me?
I'm all by myself. YAY no one here to bother me. Here's the next fanfic.
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Note: this vignette is a postlude to "Why?", so if you haven't read "Why?", go read it first, or this will make very little sense.


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Twelve hours after Shen Long granted a baleful wish, a wish that Goku and Vegeta's ten most powerful dead enemies be returned to life for a single night to defeat them, there were those who were less than satisfied with the wish's outcome...

In Hell, a delighted Raditz found a thoroughly miserable Jiisu. The orange-skinned dandy leaned his head in his hands, and muttered to himself, "I will not start a fight with Vegeta. I will not start a fight with Vegeta. Never, never, never again will I start a fight with Vegeta.."

"Well, maybe his learning curve isn't totally flat," Raditz said to himself. Then he yelled gleefully in Jiisu's ear. "HEY! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A COMPLETE MORON??"

"Why me?" Jiisu moaned. He raised his head from his hands and glared at Raditz. "Go away. Just go the hell away."

"Now, why would I want to do that? It's way too much fun to kick idiots when they're down! So, tell me, Jiisu--did you really think Vegeta had gotten any weaker since he kicked your butt and sent you to Hell the first time?"

"There were six of us.." Jiisu muttered. Under his breath he added, "there were supposed to be ten of us."

"What's that, Jiisu?" Raditz smirked unpleasantly.

"THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TEN OF US AGAINST THE TWO OF THEM, YOU BASTARD!" Jiisu leaped to his feet, tossing his long white hair back. "No one told us it was going to be seven against five, and that stupid cyborg no help at all! You betrayed us, you son-of-a-bitch!"

"Betrayed YOU?? What in all the hells made you think I was ever with you??" Raditz snarled in Jiisu's face. "Did Vegeta flash-fry your mind along with your body? Vegeta is our PRINCE, you moron--I was his bodyguard, and Nappa was his army commander--he may have his own quarrel with Vegeta, but it's not for outsiders like you to get involved with!"

Jiisu said bitterly, "And the other Saiyan, Goku? I thought he killed you! Why were you helping him?"

Raditz laughed. "You didn't know? You poor bastard! Kakarott--Goku, as he insists on calling himself--is my little brother!" The long-haired Saiyan shrugged. "We had a little misunderstanding back on Earth, but.. that's been straightened out."

Jiisu stared at him, dumbfounded. "Your BROTHER! Oh, gods.." He buried his face in his hands; his voice was muffled. "You Saiyans are all crazy. First you kill each other, then you fight for each other!"

Raditz looked at the ex-Ginyu quizzically. "Um, yeah. That's traditional, though it usually stopped short of death--it used to be kinda difficult to fight for someone if you were dead." He shrugged. "We like to fight, and fighting other Saiyans is the best--you know where you stand, whether it's a grudge fight to the death, or beating the crap out of each other just for fun!" He leaned against the wall. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Jiisu, 'cause I'm such a nice guy--with other Saiyajin, it's for fun 90% of the time, no matter how vicious it looks. 'Course, our fun is rougher than most people's total war--and accidents happen." He smirked.

"And with non-Saiyajin?" Jiisu asked cautiously.

Raditz smiled coldly. "Almost never for fun. That was your mistake--and Zarbon's. At least Zarbon knew better the second time around." He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "I think you've made more mistakes than that--how DID you manage to get yourself killed by the same guy in exactly the same way all over again? Are you practicing until you get it right, or what?"

"Damn you! Just shut up, Raditz!" The orange ex-Ginyu snapped his fist forward in a strike at the annoying Saiyan's mid-section--only to have Raditz catch his fist and stop him cold.

"Don't." Raditz grinned wolfishly. "On Earth or on Namek, you'd have me for lunch and be looking around for the main course still--but here, I'm stronger than you."

Jiisu collapsed back to where he'd been sitting when Raditz found him. "Why me? This place makes no sense! I'm a--I WAS a Ginyu! The toughest, baddest warriors in the galaxy, mate! But then your brother with the funny name, Goku, defeats me and takes on CAPTAIN GINYU in an even fight, and Vegeta--VEGETA!--another lousy Saiyan, defeats me--KILLS me, and I'm dead, and we all wind up on that weird little planet, and a bunch of yahoos from EARTH--humans, weak, wimpy humans BEAT US! And now I'm down here in Hell, and a bunch of Saiyans, who would have been speed-bumps before, are stronger than me! This really sucks, mate!"

Raditz smirked. "Welcome to Hell, Jiisu! Congratulations, bright boy; you finally noticed--this place sucks!" He started to walk away, and suddenly stopped and spun around. "Guess what? It's supposed to! We didn't get sent here as a reward, or hadn't you figured that out yet?"

"Why me?" Jiisu wailed.

Raditz looked vaguely thoughtful. "Because you're a murderous little self-centered bastard, and you're dead?" The tall Saiyan shook his head mockingly. "Nah, that couldn't be it. Too obvious."

"No." Jiisu gritted his teeth. "Why are YOU bothering me?"

"It's fun, and I'm an obnoxious bastard--and you are an idiot. Of course, that makes insulting you rather like shooting fish in a barrel--way too easy a target, and you thrash around excessively whenever you get hit." Raditz frowned slightly. "You're so predictable. Push your hot buttons, and your pretty-boy face turns all red and you jump into the fight--no matter how stupid. Vegeta didn't even have to push your buttons to goad you to fight him the second time--you'd already pushed them yourself, moron." Raditz turned on his heel and walked away.

For a few minutes all Jiisu thought of was how glad he was that his tormentor had finally left him alone. Then he slowly realized that for all of Raditz's sarcasm and obnoxiousness, everything the Saiyan had said was true. And he had brought it all on himself. With a sob of despair, he buried his face in his hands again.

* * * *

Somewhere on Earth, a tiny man watched with growing dismay the battle that had unfolded on the tapes from his spy cameras.

"NO, NO, No!" he screamed. "You were supposed to gang up on Goku and the other guy and kill them! You're supposed to be their enemies! They killed you! You're supposed to kill them for revenge, you imbeciles!"

The spy cameras didn't pick up everything, and the audio was particularly poor, but the little man heard enough. "Little brother", the long-haired villain called Goku. "Prince", he called the other hero. "No one kills Vegeta" the big ugly bald villain yelled about the same hero. The tiny man couldn't hear the blue guy's speech, but he saw enough.

"No, no, no! I finally get the dragonballs, and I thought, if I get rid of my worst enemies, I'll be able to collect them and make a wish every year, until I've made all the wishes I want, because there would be no one to stop me, ever again! I could have wished for immortality! I could have wished to be a king, or Emperor of the Earth! I had the perfect plan! WHY ME?" he wailed in impotent rage.


THE END

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Thursday, July 7, 2005

Why?
Sorry it took me so long. I lost it, and it took me awhile to find it. Here it is.
__________________________________ Deep in the hells, a cloaked figure appears atop the highest spire of the infernal palace of the Duke of the Hell of Evil Warriors. Lightning and fire flash across the eternally dark sky as the great dragon Shen Long looms dimly over the fortress. The dragon's head coalesces into full visibility; though it occupies both worlds, its attention is on the spirit world now, and the answer awaiting it. The demon lord's eyes flare with a lurid red light as he answers the dragon:

"Hear me, Eternal Dragon. From the Kingdom of Night I release these ten spirits: Zarbon, restored to power, Raditz, healed of his mortal wounds, Doddoria, Nappa, Jiisu, Baata, Rikuum, Gurudo, Kyuii, renewed to life, and Dr. Wheelo, restored to his cyborg form. From dusk of this fading day until the next dawn, I release them to you, that you might fulfill the boon requested of you. Come dawn, they are mine once again."

The dragon's eyes flare red in answer. "So be it," rumbles its mighty voice. Its form shifts to translucency again as its attention returns to the mortal world, and its mortal petitioner. "Your wish is granted."

* * * *

Goku blinked in surprise at the dark, half-ruined castle that suddenly appeared around him. "What??"

Vegeta appeared beside him in a burst of light. "What?? This is impossible! How did I get here? Did someone make a wish?"

"Where are we?" wondered Goku, looking in all directions. "This place looks familiar, but that place was on Earth! There's no way we could be there!"

"What place? Kakarott, what do you know about this place?" Vegeta demanded impatiently. He hovered in mid-air, looking around warily.

"When I first met Kurillin, we went on a quest to a castle called the Devil's Hand. This place reminds me of that." Goku slipped into fighting stance.

"Devil's Hand. Stupid name; ugly place." sneered Vegeta. "I'd rather know who brought us here, and why!"

"--this from a loser who can't manage a decent haircut? Hah!" interrupted a voice from above and behind them.

Vegeta turned; his eyes went wide with shock. Goku turned to see what had rattled Vegeta; a slight, purple, ugly alien, not particularly powerful. "Huh?"

"Impossible! I killed you, Kyuii! You must be a ghost!" Vegeta back-pedalled in mid-air, eyeing his long-dead enemy. Calm down, he thought to himself; ghost or not, he doesn't seem any more powerful than when I last fought him. I'll send him back to whatever grave he popped out of. Vegeta started to power up.

"I don't like this," said Goku. "Why would one of your dead enemies be haunting us in a demon castle from a planet a zillion light-years away?"

The shadows moved, and a cold, robotic voice boomed out. "Have you forgotten the power of the Dragonballs, Goku? Someone made a wish!"

"I knew it!" muttered Vegeta.

It was Goku's turn to gape in horror as the robotic body of Dr. Wheelo clanked out of the shadows ahead of them. "You have enemies, Goku, and one of them made a wish--a wish that your most powerful enemies would be returned from the grave to destroy you. Now I will have my revenge!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Eh, what a lamer! 'Now I will have my revenge, ha-ha-ha'. Talk about cliches; 'e's got no style whatsoever." From the shadows sprang the brilliant white-haired, orange-skinned figure of Jiisu, landing in a ballet-like pose. "JIISU!" he shouted.

"BAATA!" The large blue-skinned alien speedster counter-posed with Jiisu.

"GURUDO!" the short four-eyed toad-like Ginyu dashed in front.

"RIKUUM!" the orange-haired giant backed up the other three in their group pose.

"TOGETHER, WE ARE.. THE GINYU FORCE!" They held the pose for a moment, as if expecting applause. Goku simply stared at them, nonplussed. Disappointed, they huddled together, discussing their performance.

"Frankly, I think Team Rocket has a better routine, and are much better looking," came a dry cultured voice. Vegeta was not too surprised to see Zarbon drift out of the shadows, levitating. "Hullo, Vegeta. Nice to see you again." He stood on air with his arms crossed.

"Yeah," snarled a large, ugly, pink alien. Doddoria tromped out of the shadows. "In case you two monkeys haven't figured it out, what the robotic nutcase over there forgot to mention is that the guy who made the wish wants BOTH of you dead." He laughed nastily. "I guess he's afraid you might inconvenience his plans if you get home alive. We're gonna make sure that doesn't happen."

"Who are you calling a nutcase?" growled that robotic voice. Dr Wheelo raised a large weapon-laden arm and pointed it at Doddoria.

"VEGETA!" a figure almost as large as Rikuum charged out of the shadows. "You bastard! You killed me!" Nappa snarled half-coherently. "I fought for you, followed you, taught you, and you killed me! WHY?"

Vegeta stared at Nappa, stricken. Everything Nappa said was true, and he was not proud of it. But--

"I don't like these odds," Goku said, worried, as he crouched in fighting stance, eyeing the enemies all around.

"I have a few suggestions, little brother," said Raditz. Goku jumped and whirled, noticing his dead elder brother leaning against the adjacent pillar for the first time.

Goku watched him warily, "I'm listening."

"Reduce the odds by weeding out some of the wimps while the Ginyus spend the next half-hour trying out their cheerleading poses." Raditz half-smiled, and started ticking people off on his fingers. "Kyuii's a wimp, and wants Vegeta, not you. Nappa--I don't know. He wants some answers out of Vegeta, but he might go after you--then again, he might not. Watch out for the big robot guy--he's a bit monomaniacal about you. He won't be distracted by anything Vegeta does. Zarbon has no quarrel with you, but Doddoria will quarrel with anyone for the hell of it. You know about the Ginyus. And then," he smirked, "there's me."

"Whose side are you on?" frowned Goku. He started to power up.

"Would you believe me no matter what I told you?"

Goku shook his head, still frowning.

Raditz shrugged. "You have good reason not to. When you figure out the truth, little brother, we've things to talk about " Raditz said, then disappeared into the shadows.

"Enough chatter! These fools die now!" thundered Dr. Wheelo. He leveled his weapon arm at Goku and fired!

BZZAAPP! KA-BOOM! Chunks of masonry flew in all directions as Wheelo's blast took out half the west wall. Goku dodged easily; his speed and power were inconceivably greater than when Dr. Wheelo had kidnapped Gohan and tried to steal Goku's body.

"HEY! Watch it!" Jiisu yelled as a boulder narrowly missed his head and interrupted his dance routine.

Nappa screamed in rage and leaped for Vegeta. Doddoria laughed and blasted in Vegeta's direction; Vegeta dodged handily.

"Nappa, you fool! Don't make me kill you again!"

"You won't have the chance!" Kyuii screamed as he dove on Vegeta, cutting loose with a barrage of ki blasts at point blank range. His smirk of triumph turned to dismay as the smoke cleared to reveal Vegeta standing in mid-air, arms crossed.

"Is that still the best you can do? You disgust me!" Vegeta extended two fingers. The laser-fine blast skewered Kyuii between the eyes; he fell to the ground, looking slightly surprised. About that time, Doddoria's energy blast caught Vegeta between the shoulder blades; Vegeta screamed in sudden agony; a chunk of the north wall disappeared, scattering the Ginyu Force as Wheelo continued blasting indiscriminately away at Goku.

"Screw this," said Jiisu to the other Ginyus. "Let's get Vegeta; that nutty robot guy wants Goku, he can have him!"

"Vegeta! Nooooo!" Goku cried out as the Saiyan prince was flung into the southern wall; in spite of the distraction he continued weaving and dodging Wheelo's blasts, his pattern bringing both the Ginyu Force and Nappa into the line of fire. Jiisu, Baata, and Gurudo dodged; Rikuum merely shrugged it off; Nappa started to dodge, too slow--and Raditz tackled him from the shadows, flinging him out of the beam's path.

Doddoria laughed and raised his hand for the killing blast; from above Zarbon's lilting voice called "Don't be greedy, Doddoria, I want a piece of him, too." Zarbon's tremendous blast flashed downward--

--to strike Doddoria! With a shocked wail, the pink monster disintegrated.

Everyone froze.

"Oops." Zarbon smirked. "I.. missed."

Vegeta's head cleared; Kyuii was down and-- fading away? "That's impossible!" he muttered. Doddoria gone, destroyed by Zarbon's misdirected blast. Raditz, vanished into the shadows again. Kakarott holding his own against the robotic Wheelo. Nappa.. still there.

Vegeta summoned the power for a killing blast, and could not. It wouldn't come. He screamed in rage, and whirled, blasting full power at the nearest enemy--Gurudo.

"Hey!" said Rikuum, looking at the drifting dust. "That wasn't very nice, disintegrating him like that. Oh well, I guess I get to kill you instead." The large stupid Ginyu Forcer opened his mouth wide and exhaled a swirling energy blast not unlike Piccolo's Beam Cannon.

Vegeta dodged easily; Dr Wheelo, who had been behind him chasing Goku, did not. A robotic bellow of rage echoed and re-echoed throughout the ruined castle as his left arm flew apart. Vegeta didn't notice; he was too busy blocking and dodging as Jiisu and Baata double-teamed him. Rikuum waited below, Zarbon hovered, as if waiting for just the right opening. Sweat broke out on his brow; Jiisu, Baata, Rikuum, Zarbon--there were too many of them!

Down below, Raditz and Nappa looked at each other; Raditz nodded. Then both took to the air...

Goku changed tactics; the odds on Vegeta didn't look good, and Dr. Wheelo wasn't going to wear down anytime soon. At full speed he tackled the robotic shell.

"How does it feel to be the one about to die, Vegeta?" Jiisu sneered. Barely had the words escaped his mouth when he was flung forward by a brutal blow to his spine. Raditz! Jiisu had no time to regret his carelessness in ignoring the rest of the battlefield-- Vegeta's fist drove deep into his gut, and he doubled up with pain. Momemtarily defenseless, he looked up to see Baata pinned by Naapa, and that evil smile on Vegeta's face as the Saiyan licked his lips in anticipation.

"Oh no, not again!" Jiisu moaned, and then came a very bright flash--

"No one kills Vegeta until I get some answers," snarled Nappa, as Baata fought to free himself from Nappa's headlock. Jiisu's ashes drifted slowly to the floor below.

"No one kills Prince Vegeta, period," answered Raditz, emphasizing the word 'Prince'. He watched Nappa carefully, with an occasional glance toward Zarbon, who did not seem interested in aiding Baata.

With a tremendous crash, Wheelo hit the floor--and Rikuum. With pile-driver blows, Goku smashed the driving mechanism for the legs, the weapons array on the arms, and for good measure ripped out the control harness along the spine. Rikuum bellowed and tossed the broken shell off his back.

Trapped within his robotic shell, Wheelo raged impotently. Goku ignored him, and turned to Rikuum. A single blow knocked the giant out.

Baata was fighting his way out of Naapa's grip. "Well, why not?" Vegeta said to himself. "Shame to waste an opportunity like this."

With a swift move, Baata wriggled free before Nappa could tighten his grip to counter it--only to meet Vegeta's foot in his face. Bones broke, and the dark blue alien was flung back only to be greeted by Nappa's bearhug. Nappa squeezed with all his strength; the veins stood out on his head. Vegeta could hear Baata's ribs cracking.

"Nappa, Nappa, such unnecessary roughness!" Vegeta chided, mocking. "Let him go!"

"Sure, Vegeta," Nappa smirked. He suddenly released Baata, who spun away from Nappa. His relief was palpable; with distance between him and the Saiyan giant, there was no way Nappa could move fast enough to catch him again. Then Baata looked up and saw Vegeta licking his lips..

Nappa winced as the stupendous blast of white energy consumed Baata. Zarbon still seemed disinclined to interfere; Raditz watched him and Nappa both, and didn't seem to notice Kakarott rising toward them.

Vegeta eyed his former subjects warily. So, Raditz was still his ally, and Nappa at least wanted to talk first, fight him later. Kakarott might be a soft-hearted fool, but he was utterly trustworthy and powerful beyond belief--Vegeta could count on him. That left Zarbon. Vegeta faced the green-haired, blue-skinned alien transmorph. So, Zarbon hasn't transformed yet--that meant he wasn't ready for a fight just yet. Fool.

"What are you waiting for, Zarbon? I killed you once, it will be easy to do it again! You're not afraid, are you?" Vegeta taunted.

Zarbon sighed. "What's the point? Vegeta, the wish that brought us back was limited--even if we defeated you, we all go back to Hell at dawn. So you send me there a few hours earlier--so what? And if we killed you, wonderful, you go to Hell with us and I get to enjoy your pleasant company for the rest of eternity."

Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled at Zarbon, not quite sure what to make of the alien's fatalism. "So you vanish at dawn? You're just a bunch of ghosts brought to life for one night? I thought you were the REAL Zarbon," he sneered.

"Oh, I'm very real, Vegeta. It's just the terms of the wish that brought us here were limited, and I wasn't consulted on them. I wouldn't have minded staying a bit longer--several decades would have been nice." Zarbon sighed.

"I killed you, Zarbon. Why don't you want revenge?"

Zarbon sighed again. "Vegeta, whoever made this wish made one bad assumption: that all yours and Goku's former enemies would still hate you more than they did each other. I'd never even heard of Goku until I got to Hell, and I never really hated you, Vegeta. I resented being killed by you, but I got over that when Frieza killed you. That was all the revenge I needed!"

A brief shudder ran through Vegeta, almost too brief to see. He continued as if nothing had happened. "All that tells me is why you didn't attack me. Why bother to help me against Doddoria?"

Zarbon smirked. "As I said, some of us hate each other more than we hate you. You can't even begin to imagine how long I have wished for the chance to kill that pink thug. Ironic, isn't it? Whoever made this wish fulfilled one of my fondest wishes--and thwarted his own wish."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. There was something fishy about Zarbon's explanation, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He never did, because it never occurred to Vegeta that Zarbon actually liked him in some small way--and Zarbon would never tell.

* * * *

"Vegeta." Nappa spoke to his prince. "Why?"

Vegeta's eyes were half-closed, regret plain on his face. He sighed. "I should not have killed you. Call it Frieza's teachings, if you must. I was.. angry." He looked, open-eyed, at Nappa. "You should not have gone after the child again. You killed the Namekian, the source of the Earth's dragonballs--and ruined our whole mission! There was no turning back after we left without authorization, for Earth. We'd made our break with Frieza--I had to have the dragonballs to fight him! After you killed the Namekian, there was only a slim chance--Namek's dragonballs. They were still monitoring the scouters, Nappa. We'd have been racing them to Namek, fighting them for the dragonballs--as did happen."

Vegeta sighed again. "And then you just had to go after the child and Kakarott's friend, when I called you off Kakarott! Kakarott broke your back for it. You were crippled beyond healing, and could not fight--and I needed you able to fight on Namek! I suppose I could have abandoned you to Kakarott's vengeful friends.. or left you to die when I destroyed the planet.. but a clean kill seemed better." He shrugged. "I could not imagine that Kakarott could possibly defeat me--and even if he did, how could I have guessed that a Saiyan born on our planet would be so soft as to let his worst enemy go after defeating him?"

Nappa's jaw dropped. "You thought you were helping me??" He shook his head, and finally began to laugh at the bitter irony of it.

* * * *

"Raditz." Raditz turned his head to look at Goku, suddenly hovering in mid-air beside him. "I know whose side you're on, but why?"

"Kakarott," Raditz chose his words carefully as he slowly drifted down to the floor, Goku drifting with him, "I came to Earth that time looking for a brother. I never--" he hesitated, and then pushed on, "I never meant for it to turn out the way it did. But-- I'm a warrior, not a diplomat--and I'm a Saiyan. I say and do things that.. aren't wise, and I love to fight even when it's not the right thing to do."

Goku frowned. "Raditz, you threatened my friends, promised to exterminate everyone on Earth, and demanded that I slaughter a hundred innocent people or you'd kill my son!"

Raditz shrugged. "I lied."

"What??"

"I wouldn't have killed the kid! I was bluffing! Well, not about exterminating everyone else on the planet, that was procedure, but.. not your son. Not that beautiful, wonderful, impossible Saiyan child."

"You were still going to kill everyone else! And you expected me to help you!"

"They weren't people to me, Kakarott--they weren't Saiyans. Just whatever local vermin lived on the planet." He held up his hand, forestalling Goku's angry response. "I know better now, but then--that was not the way I saw it. Kakarott, I've been in Hell for good reason.

"You didn't kill any of them, though. Neither did I, for all my talk--well, there was one guy, but.. Like I said, I get frustrated and say things without thinking them through. It got me killed; worse, it got you killed. I never wanted that--not really. I know I said some nonsense in the heat of the fight, but--"

"'Nonsense'? I wouldn't have called it that! You were slowly killing me until Gohan interrupted you!"

Raditz winced. "The funny thing about that," he said softly, "is that I started breaking your ribs one at a time because I couldn't quite bring myself to kill my own brother. Even after all my loud talk about being a 'true warrior'. I all but begged that green guy to take a shot at me, to give me an excuse to stop killing you." He shook his head. "Our Saiyan pride gives us strength, but it is just as much a trap." He glanced significantly at Vegeta. "And it doesn't survive hard collisions with the truth. I left my pride in broken shards on the floor of Hell."

He bowed his head. "There's no point in me glossing over the rotten things I did. You know what they are, and so do I--now." He laughed ironically. "Death.. is educational that way. But I wish you could understand."

The tall Saiyan clenched and unclenched his fists. "You know more about us now--you know Prince Vegeta. Can you imagine how I felt when I found my long-lost brother--and you didn't even know who you were, you cared nothing about our family, about our whole people, and your tail was gone, and you didn't want to fight? It was like someone had taken all that was Saiyan out of you, leaving a weak and empty shell!"

Goku stood quietly, a strange look on his face. He remembered the time Gohan had been kidnapped by Garlick Jr, and how dazed and empty-headed he had seemed when Goku had rescued him. It was only intoxication from the strange fruits that grew in Garlick's orchards, but at first Goku feared something terrible had been done to his son's mind-- he remembered the horror that the small form he held might not be the son he knew anymore..

"I think I understand you now," he said thoughtfully. "You wanted to push me into showing that I was still Saiyan, that there was still a Kakarott in there somewhere--"

"--but I couldn't think of a very good way to do it, so I tried the first thing that popped into my head, without really thinking it out--I should have known that you'd react, well, how I'd react if I'd been you and you me and Gohan had been my son, and not the way I wanted you to," finished Raditz. "I tried to push you into fighting me, or into killing, to get your 'Saiyan nature' back--thinking that would bring any memories back--but I didn't think what would happen if instead you fought like a Saiyan defending his home, his woman and his son. And you did, and I was the enemy -- and I got us both killed, and I nearly got Vegeta killed and you killed again, and Nappa did get killed--all because I turned you into an enemy instead of a brother." He turned his face away, ashamed. "Who needs Frieza? I damn near did a clean sweep of the last of us myself."

"I've learned a lot since then about what it is to be Saiyan," said Goku thoughtfully. He glanced over at Vegeta, who was still talking to Nappa. "I'm not like you or Vegeta, and I never will be, but I've come to understand you." He looked Raditz over. "I lied to you, too."

"What?" Raditz was puzzled.

"I said I'd never forgive you," Goku said quietly. "That was wrong. I forgave you long ago." He held out his hand; Raditz took it slowly, half-disbelieving, strange hope in his eyes. "I do have a big brother after all."


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Wednesday, July 6, 2005

Welcome to Hell, Son
I found this DBZ fan fic on another Web site. ( not from here) I think you guy's should check it out. I hope I'm not doing anything wrong by posting this. Cause if it is I won't post it again.
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Cold numbness filled Raditz; he was dying fast. No healing in a regen tank this time; the damage ran too deep. He could barely feel the grass against his cheek.. unfortunately, he could still hear Vegeta over the scouter's comm link, demanding to know what was going on.

I have an eight-inch hole punched through my heart, and I'm dying, and oh, by the way, Kakarott is looking just like me right now--dead real soon--and could you shut the hell up and let me die in peace, it's been one rotten day, he thought briefly of saying. Not enough breath. Tell Vegeta the important thing..

"He's a goner! The fool! How could he?" Raditz wondered as much to himself as to Vegeta. How could Kakarott have thrown his life away? Why did I throw mine away?

"Don't lose your long sleep over it. I'll bet Goku will be back here in a week. " Piccolo sneered.

What? That green bastard thought I was talking to him--he doesn't know about the comm link! What did he just say?

"What? That's impossible! Tell...me...how!" At least Vegeta had shut up long enough to listen over the scouter.

"Gladly. On this planet, we have something we call 'dragonballs.' Whoever brings all seven dragonballs together gets any one wish granted-- Goku's friends will use the dragonballs to wish him back in no time. It's Goku that will have the last laugh," Piccolo gloated.

That'll work out okay for Kakarott. What are you, green man? You just killed my brother, and I swear you enjoyed it, and now you're gloating that he'll be alive again? I don't get you. I don't really get Kakarott. I could see from the beginning of this fight you wanted to kill my brother. Why couldn't he see it? Or did he? Did he really want me dead so much he was willing to let you kill him? 'A true warrior never hesitates to kill--even his own brother'. I taught him that, didn't I? Not the smartest thing I've ever done.

Raditz tasted the bitterness of his defeat--it had all gone so wrong, he'd come seeking a brother, and found only enemies and death--and spat defiance at the green man, "No. I'm afraid you're wrong, green man. This device on my face is also a transmitter. Fool."

Yeah, Vegeta heard that! I can just see the gleam in his eyes now. You don't get it yet, do you, green man? Let me explain it in short words (I'm not sure I've got long enough left for long ones):

"They've heard every word. Now...they'll come. I know they will. They'll want to make a wish." Quit yelling in my ear Vegeta, I'll tell them anything I please.

Kakarott's voice came weakly, "When will they be here??"

You're still with us, brother? I was a fool to think you a weakling. You deserve an honest answer, and I'm going to enjoy pissing off this green goon.

"One year. And the funny thing is..." Raditz started to chuckle--oh god that hurt!--"they're much stronger than me." Sounds like Vegeta's having a stroke, hearing me admit THAT! Gee, greenie here doesn't look so happy any more.. what a damn shame. This just gets better every second.

"What's wrong? You look so depressed all of a sudden, green man. Don't be so glum! We can't all have the last laugh." He laughed hysterically at the bitter jest--it was his last laugh. He didn't even feel the final blow.








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Darkness, light, a strange place. Raditz blinked; where was he? A golden bridge, leading to an impossible palace. Odd blue-skinned, horned folk chivvied a crowd of drifting--what? Wisps of beings? Nice scenery, but how did I get here? And where is here? I feel so.. weird. Hmmm.. on the minus side, no heartbeat, I'm not breathing, and I have no idea what is going on; on the plus side, no fist-size hole all the way through my chest, all the right pieces seem to be there, including tail and hair, and, um, me. Dead is definitely NOT what I thought it was. He grinned to himself--

--and was rudely interrupted by a poke from one of the blue horned guys. "No loitering! Move it, will ya! King Yama doesn't like to be kept waiting!"

A deep-seated resentment of beings with horns flared hot in Raditz, and the unfortunate demon was greatly surprised to discover that he could fly, from one end of the chasm of Eternity to the other. The other demons of the Bridge looked up; the nearest took note of the wild hair and the long, thin furred tail wrapped about Raditz's waist.

"Uh-oh. One of THEM. I just remembered, it's time for my mid-shift break." He very carefully backed away, through the gate and out of sight. The rest of the demons were less dignified; they just plain ran. Raditz charged through the gate after them. And stopped cold.

"AND JUST WHO ARE YOU?" boomed the voice of the very large, red, horned demon-god sitting enthroned before him. The question reverberated in his soul, and Raditz became aware of himself as never before; every memory, every sorrow, every joy of his past brought forward and revealed. Again, he remembered the fierce joy of battle and conquest, the comradery of his fellow warriors, the terrible grief when all Vegetesai died--all gone, Zorn and Turles and Bardock his father, and King Vegeta, and on forever--protecting and training the young Prince Vegeta, and learning bitter humility and obedience under Frieza, for they were the last of the Saiyajin, and death was not an option--survival had to be all, until the Prince grew strong enough; Earth, and meeting his little brother Kakarott as a grown man, and the horror of realizing Kakarott had lost himself--he did not know he was Saiyan, he had lost his tail, become weak, and he did not want to fight! This last--too much, and Raditz tried to force Kakarott back to the Saiyan path--the bitterness of rejection ("I don't want you as a brother!")--(but for all his threats, he had not harmed the child or Kakarott's friends)--learning that Kakarott had not lost the love of the fight! Nor had he been so weak after all..

He felt himself weighed, judged, and found wanting--but salvageable. King Yama judged him; somehow, Raditz was absolutely certain of it. Exactly what King Yama was, Raditz had no idea; it was enough that he was here, and those obnoxious demons worked for him. Raditz hated imperious creatures with horns. With a feral scream Raditz leaped to the attack; he put all of his Saiyan strength into a punch to the great demon's mid-section.

Then it all went wrong. He painfully slammed into the floor, face-first; King Yama had both of Raditz's arms pulled behind him in one hand, and grabbed his TAIL with the other! Tears started from his eyes from the pain; his spirit-body still carried that vulnerability. How did that monster move so fast? And not even Vegeta was that strong!

And then a hauntingly familiar voice growled somewhere behind him: "If your majesty allows, I'll take care of this one." Raditz quailed inwardly; that voice! It could not be!

The demon-god rumbled, "Up here recruiting again? I thought he looked like one of yours. Just as ill-mannered as all of you were when you first arrived. He belongs in the hells with you. Take him, and teach him manners, Commander." Raditz felt himself lifted and tossed, skidding to land face down in front of a pair of booted feet. He looked up as a strong hand grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to his feet.

Aw, no. It really is him. Why did it have to be him? Why did I have to stupidly lose my temper in front of him? Time to face the music (and wasn't that one of HIS favorite phrases?).

"Hello, father."

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Some time later, Raditz sat gingerly on the edge of a table in the Guard barracks, holding his sore and battered ribs.

Okay, so I can't be killed again, but I can hurt just like it all over again. Fun. And the rules are different--I don't get stronger from a beating here--unless I learn something from it. I think that's what father--er, Commander Bardock--said. Not that I have a clue what he meant by that.

Ouch. He still can fight, though. I think he's even tougher than he was.. before they all died. I don't think he's in Frieza's class, but he could teach Nappa and Vegeta a few things.

I had it coming; father was not real happy with me. I screwed up his plans and hopes rather thoroughly--I haven't been chewed out like that since, well, he and King Vegeta died.

"I did not go to the trouble of rigging Kakarott's tests and getting him sent to Earth, while I arranged an elite guard post with the Prince for you, just so the two of you could meet on Earth and kill each other! My intent," he snarled, "was that no matter what happened, at least one of my sons would survive! You have managed to ruin all that! If Kakarott's son had not survived that complete disaster you made of things..." Bardock glared at his son. "What the hell were you thinking with, your hair??"

Ouch. I had that coming. Damn, but Kakarott looked like you--younger, and no scars--and when he got mad enough to fight, it was you all over again. Did you just say what I think you did?

"What do you mean, you rigged Kakarott's tests?"

Bardock laughed. "You really thought one of MY sons was only a third class warrior? Not hardly. Your little brother rivaled Prince Vegeta in his potential! As soon as I learned that, I forged his power ratings; I didn't want him coming to Frieza's or King Vegeta's attention. They never would have let me send him to an obscure planet for conquest." Bardock looked grim, "Even then, I suspected that Frieza meant nothing good for us--and I remember what King Vegeta did to the last child to rival the Prince's power."

Now is not a good time to remind father that Brolli's father was a complete raving nutcase, and the kid had even more bad head genes added in from his mother's side. *I* would have ordered the kid snuffed--let someone with Vegeta's power and none of his.. restraint run loose? I don't think so.

Frieza. I really wanted to be reminded of him--the whole reason everyone I ever cared about (except my Prince) is dead--hey, wait, so am I! And if I am here... Can I really be done with Frieza that easily?

Raditz shuddered. "Am I truly, finally free of that horned bastard?"

Bardock regarded him. "Yes, in that he has no power to harm you any more, nor even believes that you still exist. And no, for there is a fierce hunger for vengeance, for JUSTICE, in all of us, that will not be satisfied until he is destroyed. We are free of him, but he still butchers his way across the universe with impunity, and that burns in our souls."

The three of us weren't exactly thrilled, either--but we weren't strong enough. We just weren't strong enough. We needed Kakarott, and anyone else we could find--we never dreamed he had a son! Even Vegeta, smart as he is, never guessed that my brother could have had a son--how could he? There were no saiyan women left alive... Sorrow cut keenly through Raditz for a moment.

"Vegeta hoped to become strong enough to fight him. That's why he sent me to Earth, to find Kakarott and get him to join us. Yeah, I know I didn't pick a good way to recruit him--but it had to look legitimate to Frieza and his flunkies; they recorded everything those scouters transmitted back to base--that's why I tried to make Kakarott conquer Earth for us--to make it look real. That was just a cover, though--what Vegeta really wanted another Saiyan warrior with us, for the day we were strong enough to turn on Frieza and destroy him."

Bardock glared at him. "Bullshit. You meant to do exactly what you told Kakarott you were going to do."

Raditz winced. Damn, I can lie to myself, but not to him! "I would not have killed the kid! That was a bluff! Father, he's my nephew, and a child--a Saiyan child! He had a tail.. and his power--incredible! Our race is NOT extinct! Do you think I would have killed that wonderful child? What kind of monster do you think I am?"

"Not the monster I feared you might have become. You seem to have become a bully and a fool, instead. You and Vegeta planned to destroy Earth--WHERE DO YOU THINK THE CHILD'S MOTHER CAME FROM? Kakarott by sheer luck or inevitable destiny landed on the one world in the entire galaxy whose people can interbreed with us. Do you have any idea how impossible that should be? We Saiyajin have been given a second chance--and you idiots would throw that chance away!"

Bardock glared coldly at his son. "What was it you told your brother? Oh, yes--'Youth I might forgive, but idiocy has no place on a saiyan mission!' And you DARED call him 'a shame to our race'?? YOU?? You--who made false promises and lied just to escape defeat, you who threatened small children, you who tortured your own younger brother when he made the mistake of thinking you actually had honor! Yes, you are quite the 'true warrior', Raditz! I am ashamed that you are of my blood! Don't you ever DARE call anyone 'a shame to our race' again--you're not worthy to decide that." Bardock's contempt was palpable. He leaned closer to his demoralized son. "And I wouldn't be talking about other people's idiocy if I were you, either."

I can't actually die of shame--even if I weren't already dead. I can wish with all my heart that I could find a rock on the far side of a cold, airless outer planet in a distant galaxy to crawl under, but that doesn't seem to work, either. And yet..

Raditz lifted his head. "The funny thing is," he said quietly, "I started breaking Kakarott's ribs one at a time, because I couldn't bring myself to finish him. For all my big talk, I was half hoping that someone would stop me before it was too late." A short, ironic laugh. "I never expected it to be the kid."

Bardock looked at him with an unfathomable expresssion in his eyes. "There may be hope for you yet."

Bardock paced. "Bad enough when there were only the four of you left, but now there's only Vegeta and Nappa and the child left. Vegeta and Nappa would destroy this world, this last hope, because Vegeta's bloated, self-centered ego is more important to him than the survival of our race, and sooner or later, Frieza will tire of the last of the Saiyans and finish the job he started four years ago! Of course, Vegeta will try to stop Frieza--"

"--and if Prince Vegeta is as much like his father as I think he is, he WILL make the same mistake King Vegeta did; he'll think himself strong enough long before he really is, because he WANTS to be strong enough." Bardock continued, prophetically, "Prince Vegeta will find out the hard way that Frieza is far more powerful than he ever imagined, and I will be greeting him as I did you."

"Why did you have to kill your brother? He had the potential, and the patience--and he is the father of a saiyan child! He and Prince Vegeta together, perhaps.. But no. Vegeta's princely ego would never allow it. We truly are a damned race." The bleakness in Bardock's eyes disturbed Raditz.

Don't look at me like that! Why do you say such things? Why must you tell me the truth? I cannot endure this--but I do. I would rather die--but I am already dead. But I didn't kill Kakarott--it's my fault he's dead, but I didn't strike the blow.. I didn't think he'd do it. I just didn't believe he would let himself be killed like that--but then, I didn't leave him a choice, did I?

Raditz defied his father's despair. "No! Kakarott may have died with me, but he won't stay dead, not if what that alien said was true!"

"What?"

"Listen to me!" Raditz quickly told Bardock of the Dragonballs, and what Kakarott's friends might do with them. "It's hard to believe, but I don't know what to believe any more." Like what I'm doing here, and where is here, and what a 'true warrior' really is, and things like that...

"Such things do exist." Bardock smiled slightly at Raditz's startled look. "I know of them, because wishes have been used to return people who were here to mortal life, and it's part of my office, to keep track of such things. Perhaps this destiny is not so dark after all.."

Bardock lifted his head up, looking intently at something beyond Raditz's perception. "Ah. There he is. Wait here. And THINK." With that, his father vanished in a puff of sulfurous smoke.

How did he do that? What did he just do? And who is 'he'? Oh no. Of course. Kakarott! So you're here, too, brother? I don't think I'm ready for this. Ahh, my ribs still hurt! I think he broke a bunch of them--funny, just like I broke Kakarott's ribs. I'm not quite stupid enough to think that was a coincidence.

I'm stupid enough to be here, though. I should not have lied to Kakarott--he wasn't so stupid as to fall for the same trick twice. Only-- it wasn't a trick the second time. I really didn't want to die, and I didn't want him to die, not when death was truly staring us in the face. He wouldn't listen, he wouldn't let go, not after I lied the first time. Maybe he wasn't so stupid that first time--maybe I was the fool. If I had meant my promises and kept them the first time, when he let me go.. we'd both still be alive, and we'd both be stronger than ever. And maybe Kakarott would have listened to me, if he'd learned that I could be trusted and knew what I was talking about. Instead, I used my promises as a momentary trick, to throw him down and go for the kill--a kill I didn't really want to make. Damn. I am a fool.

The pain's gone. Now what?

Bardock re-appeared in another burst of smoke and looked at Raditz thoughtfully. "It gets better, Raditz. Kami, the Spirit Guardian of Earth, has taken Kakarott under his protection, and received permission from King Yama to send him on a spirit quest. Kami intends to return him to mortal life after Kakarott completes his quest--a quest," Bardock emphasized, "that will bring his power to its fullest potential--given time. If," Bardock said pointedly, "he completes it--and I believe he will."

"How much time? A.. year?" Raditz asked.

Will Kakarott be strong enough to fight Nappa and Vegeta both? Aw, damn, I hate this! I want Kakarott to win, but not against my Prince! If he loses, Vegeta will kill him--but to win, Kakarott will have to kill Vegeta. Damn, damn, damn! I am a complete idiot! If I had been thinking.. there must have been some other way to handle it back on Earth, some way that wouldn't have made us enemies. Why couldn't I have been a clever plotter like Vegeta, or a thinker like father?

Bardock still watched him. "More than a year, and more than one battle to realize the fullness of his power, but, to answer the question you really meant to ask, he may well be powerful enough to fight Prince Vegeta." He frowned. "And then I will be seeing one or both of them at King Yama's throne, as I did you and your brother just now. This is not the way it should have been..." That regret, that shadow of despair, again.

Oh great, I hadn't even thought of that. They might kill each other, like our little mutual suicide just past. And Frieza will have won, because of my stupidity. Damn. I really hate myself right now. And yet.. I feel better, somehow. Stronger. What is going on?

Raditz changed the subject. "Just what do you do here? And why did King Yama call me 'one of yours'?"

Bardock half-smiled that peculiarly Saiyan half-smile, half-smirk. "Four years ago, we rebelled against Frieza, and lost utterly. He killed us all, and destroyed Vegetasai beneath us. You don't see it yet, do you? You will. Four years ago, several million very angry Saiyan warriors arrived in Hell. There are uncounted trillions in the Kingdom of Night, from worlds beyond count, but we are as strong in spirit as we were in the body.

"The ancient demons served King Yama, keeping order in the hells, punishing disobedient spirits and pursuing deserters and fugitives." Bardock paused to spit in contempt. "The Demon Guard and their commander A-nara-oni, were lazy and corrupt by the time we arrived. They took bribes from sorcerors, they harassed mortals, they ignored their duties--they were useless and arrogant, because no one dared challenge the demons of the underworld."

"And then everyone but me, Nappa and Vegeta got here," Raditz prompted.

"And Kakarott." Bardock added, "We were dead, and angry, and we are what we are--Saiyan warriors. Violent, brutal killers all, and consigned to this hell--but justice was due." He turned stern. "Those we had killed had their justice, for we died the same death we'd dealt to others. Not death--that was just--but the betrayal--that was the injustice. We claimed--we still claim!--the rightful anger of a people who had served faithfully only to be betrayed."

This hell? I was hoping I'd misunderstood that part of Yama's judgement. On the other hand.. we're all here. I'm not an exile anymore.

"The demons thought we would cower and bow to them just like all the other condemned spirits of this place." Bardock smirked in the Saiyan way. "Fools! We did not.. react well. You could say we 'went ape'."

Raditz's jaw dropped. "But how? There is no moon here.." he trailed off as he saw the glow emanating from Bardock's cupped hand. The light wasn't intense enough to trigger the change, but he could feel its thrill running through him. "Oh. Right".

Bardock extinguished the ki ball. "Physical limitations mean very little here, as you will learn. Spirit, ki, character is your strength, ALL of your strength in this realm. We didn't need to become ouzaru to defeat the demons, but it helped in the long run--demons have shallow minds and are easily impressed by large hairy monsters that can pile-drive them into the ground with a single punch. You have to beat them a lot harder and longer in your normal form to force them to respect you. "

They gave us attitude, we beat them up, they're easily impressed. I got that part--but what the hell do you mean by the rest of it? This must be one of those things I need to learn...

"So you beat up the demons, and wrecked everything in sight--then what?"

"King Yama was not pleased that his demons had been thoroughly beaten and humiliated, but he had been even less pleased with their blatant corruption for centuries. Too bad! No one else wanted to do the job of keeping order in the hells, so King Yama endured it until something should turn up."

Raditz started laugh. He couldn't help it! "And then we Saiyans turned up! This is unbelievable! We wrecked Hell??"

Bardock smiled. "King Yama ruled that since we had defeated the demons, we should do the job they had failed so badly to do, provided that we rebuilt the Duke of this hell's palace--"

"--I thought the place looked vaguely familiar!" This IS the Royal Guard barracks! I was not imagining things.

"--and that one of us defeated A-nara-oni, in single combat." Bardock half-smiled, "A-nara-oni was the terror of the hells and countless mortal worlds; Orcus, Demonicus Rex, Devourer of Kings, Corrupter of Saints, Who picks his teeth with Heroes' Bones, the Unconquerable, etc, etc, etc."

Damn, this is good! Too bad Vegeta can't hear THIS over my scouter--hey, no scouter! Now why is that? So the original is still back wherever on my corpse--now that's a creepy thought--I've got armor just like before--minus the big ugly hole--why not the scouter? I still don't get this place. (A sudden flash of a nice-looking blue-haired human woman holding his scouter and tinkering with it).

Hey! Where'd that come from? Good-looking babe--hmmm, she's the one that was on that island with Kakarott's friends. His wife, maybe? No, she didn't act like the kid was hers. Hello, Raditz! See pretty girl, have attention-span of butterfly. I thought I stopped doing that when.. when all the pretty girls died. Grief is the one mortal wound that doesn't make a saiyan stronger. Does death?

Damn it! My mood swings are getting worse than Vegeta's! Stop it! I'm dead, I'm in hell, my father thinks I'm scum and he's pretty much right, I may be single-handedly responsible for extinction of my entire race--I have absolutely nothing left to be proud of. So much for Saiyan pride. I think I've hit bottom here; it can only get better. Now, father was telling me about this demon lord...

"Well, you're here, so who defeated this bad boy?" Raditz queried.

His father mused, "Demons are so predictable, they always believe their own boasts. It's a bad mistake to make."

Useful tip. Remember this-- 'cause I did the same damn thing!

Bardock looked at his son and grinned wolfishly. "My son, you have the honor of speaking to Commander Bardock of the Saiyan Demon Guard, Lord-General of the Legions of Hell."

Raditz started as a sheathed katana fell at his feet. He turned slowly; they were there, behind him, grinning. His cousin Turles, broad-shouldered and arrogant as ever; slender, saturnine Ran Mara; King's man Zorn, and the rest of his old comrades from the Royal Guard--Guardsmen once again. Each of them wore a sheathed katana at his side. Turles, the squad leader, saluted him twice--first, the traditional farewell salute to a fallen warrior, and second, the traditional greeting of one Guardsman to another.

"Welcome to hell, warrior. Welcome home."


Not the END
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Tuesday, July 5, 2005

I'm back
Hi. I just got back from an awsome 4th of July weekend. I went shopping at Eastland Mall and bought me some armwarmers, a necklace, and a key chain that says" I am not fluent in moron, please speak a little slower." Sounds mean dosen't? Well thats for the next person who insalts me. Then we went to the drive-in and we saw War of the Worlds. On 4th of July when we where watching the fireworks it stated to rain. So we went home. On our way home we found out that we could see it from our house. It was cool.

I think ill post the dbz fan fic starting tommorro. I think I need a break on the story i was making. It will be back soon.
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Friday, July 1, 2005

   Feeling like crap AGAIN!!!
This time I have an ear infection. God how come I can't get better. Well it's not worse than it was this morning.

I need your choice on this. Do you think I should quit on the story or take a break from it for a little while.I think I should take a break on it other story. I want to know what you think. Well I saw this awsome fanfic about DBZ. Its awsome I think you guys should take a look at it if I post it. So what do u think Should I take a break on my story and post this one or do you think I should go on?
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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Traverse Town
Those of you who have Kingdom Hearts know what this is. For those of you who don't might not be interested in this or you might. I reconmend the game for those of you who like adventureistic, dark, and violence. Well not to much violence. By the way KH2 comes out Dec.1 or 2.
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Anyway this chapter takes place in Traverse Town. Yes I know it might not make any sicnce to you. You might be thinking" What are the Z warriors doing at Traverse Town"? Well you might want to read the last one to findout. I'll just stop my blabering and get on with it.
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Pans sitting there on the sofa poutting. Goku's training with Goten and Gohan. Vegeta's watching vegetadude's every move, giving her a glare. Chichi and Videl are cooking. And the Teen Titans(besides Raven) are playing video games. vegetadude walks by The Teen Titans room while talking to Animefreak1234567. The video games caught vegetadudes eye. Then android 18 walks by staring at vegetadude and Animefreak1234567. #18: What are you kids doing here?
vegetadude: who are you? #18: The name's #18. vegetadude: My name's vegetadude, but you can call me by my nickname Jdog. #18: So I see that your here to revive the other worlds right. Animefreak1234567: Ya, so. #18: I just came to tell you good luck cause it won't be easy. vegetadude:ya, later. Animefreak1234567: Shes an android. vegetadude: looks like it. Hay ,i'm going in there. Wanna come? Animefreak1234567: No I'll be in the other room. vegetadude: ok whatever. *runs off*

Beastboy, and Cyborg are playing against each other on a fighting game. Cyborg: winner plays against vegetadude. vegetadude:uhhhhh..... B.B:yes I won! vegetadude: I'll make a deal with you. If I win you two have to stop playing videogames, and if you win you can play until you get tired. B.B.: Deal.

vegetadude wins and B.B. and Cyborg can't play video games for a week. Five minutes later they land in a town called Traverse Town. It was alot different than the last place they went to.
vegetadude: Wow I think this place has a wall gaurding it. Goku: I smell food.
Vegeta: Kakorrot,how could you be hungry at a time like this?
Animefreak1234567: If you ask me his stomch's like a bottom less pit. vegetadude: Look!

A heartless comes out from no where. Everyone:-_- Pan:-_- What the heck is that thing? Trunks: I have no idea. *Anime blasts it* Animefreak1234567: Well now its gone. Goku: Pan you stay here. Pan: Why? Gohan: If they come back they might destroy the ship. So we want you to guard it. Pan:Ok.
They went to the First District to find a shop where they sell parts.

Thats all. later.
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