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01-03-2003, 03:20 PM
DBAH:
Abduction Saga
Eric Kinneary
Prologue
The next three years following Diamao’s rebellion passed relatively peacefully. There were no threats to the universe, and, as such, the Z Warriors had little to occupy their time with besides training. Piccolo had no more qualms about sharing his consciousness with his father anymore, and although he permitted no one outside of himself to know, he had actually slightly enjoyed pawning through Diamao’s memories from his short life, and hell. Now that his father was a part of him, he felt as if he were finally truly whole. The fusion with Kami long ago had shallowed a gap in his heart, but was unable to completely fill it. Of course, he would never admit it to anyone else.
Goku had found a happy mixture of training and family time. In the past decade the slow down in his sparring schedule was easily detectable, but not totally unwelcome. Chi chi was actually quite pleased with now being able to spend more time with her husband, who had spent even more time away from her in death than he had in life. Gohan and Goten almost always followed in suite of their father, and this time was no exception. The quartet could be seen together quite often in Other World, and the Briefs family had also become a common site among the Son household.
This was due in part to rejections of the idea that Vegeta was prone to voice quite strongly. And, as was always the custom, Bulma listened quietly while her husband raged, then forced him to accompany her anyway. Which Vegeta, of course, obeyed, while making wry comments under his breath, always careful to make sure Bulma couldn’t hear him. Trunks met the proposition with little objections, as even the barrier of death had never shortened or compressed his immense friendship with Goten. And though the Briefs family did not always accompany the Son family on outings, Trunks was a frequent visitor.
Tien and Yamcha adopted a rigorous training schedule in remembrance of their altercation with Piccolo’s father. And they also permitted King Kai to train them once again; both adorning their gis with his familiar kanji, a kanji wildly prized in Other World, but seldom seen. Advancement in the art of kaio-ken came slowly to the two, as, unlike Diamao, or even Goku, they attempted to master each level before progressing to the next. It took many months to master a new level of kaio-ken, and such mastery meant being able to sustain it for fifteen minutes or more without a noticeable drain in their ki supply during battle. While Yamcha showed an aptitude for mastery of kaio-ken levels completely, Tien seemed to be able to apply them faster, but without as much total control. It was a skill that still alluded him nearly twenty years after his training began, and he hypothesized he’d most likely never be able to master it. The two sparred quite frequently, with neither being able to gain a clear advantage over the other for any long point in time.
Krillin and 18 were spared any particular stereotypical lifestyle. They were present at many family occasions, preferring to drift from household to household rather than permit any guests at their abode. Which, considering the circumstances, was quite understandable. Krillin considered cleaning to be something better left undone, while 18 was under a quite devious impression that placing the responsibility of the cleanliness to her husband was practical. With this train of thought, little was done to keep their residence in order, and even Maron soon requested her own private area on the premises where she could have a house constructed to herself. Her parents were reluctant to agree, as she was currently the only one involved in the upkeeping of the house. However, after Maron spent a night on Vegeta’s lawn, and a long talk between the Krillin and the saiyan, involving several loud explosions and a great many broken pieces of furniture, Krillin consented to his daughter’s request.
I
The small figure watched from the ship's window as the planet below him spun slowly. It was almost incomprehensible to imagine the suffering below. Perhaps the distance made it seem so unrealistic? No matter, the populace below him didn't make a difference. Or, better said, they wouldn't for much longer. This was the seventh planet he'd drained of ki, a task which was quite quickly becoming tiresome. Though the planets he'd taken energy from had given him a boost in strength, something he'd very much lacked before; it had not given him the boost he'd hoped for. Stories had been told to him of warriors possessing ki energy, and that these warriors were quite powerful. He'd even seen two for himself some years ago on a distant planet. Though at that time he hadn't realized exactly how strong ki could make someone. It wasn't until hours later when he looked back at the planet had he seen what powers it had. All of Kimhari had been in ruins, entire holes sliced from the planet's surface. And it was all done by one man. The ki warrior Packer had been searching for ever since. Goku…
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Grand Kai turned from the window, preferring to rest his eyes inside his chamber rather than outside, in order to contemplate the latest surge of ki he’d felt from West Galaxy. It was large by living standards, although it stood a remote chance should the Z Warriors encounter it. Grand Kai was fairly certain the inhabitants of the North Quadrant barracks would have no difficulty slaying such a miniscule power, but the question remained whether it was necessary at this point. The responsibility of Goku and his friends did not lie in defeating all of the living world’s enemies, but rather, in defeating all of the living world’s tyrants. Grand Kai was forced to remember back to when the universe was plunged in darkness, a new threat almost constantly threatening its very existence, which, despite popular belief, had worried the Kai’s much more than they’d ever admit. Vile creatures such as Buu, Super Android 17, and the Black Dragons had cast much doubt on how long the reign of Kais could continue. However, their savior came not in the form of some grand new technique, or brave new Kai, but in a mortal. A mortal who’s entire species had been all but eradicated. Grand Kai was forced to admit that should he have interfered with Goku’s life as he was being tested and tried by the very enemies that the Kais had been so worried about, they’d have never had a defense against people such as Diamao. Which, in turn, meant that it was only logical to allow the universe its own shaping, and to fulfill its own destiny. Perhaps with enough solitude, even greater heroes than those already existing would be produced to one day fill the Z Warriors shoes.
But he couldn’t ignore the fact that should the universe be left to its own devices, millions might die under the reign of this new power he was sensing. Perhaps it was best to allow the Z Warriors to deal with this complication for now, then go back and alter his belief as to what their responsibilities should entail at a later time. From what he could tell, billions of people had been drained of their ki so far. And judging by the growth of the energy he sensed from whatever force was down there, it was a person draining their ki for himself. But how long should the Grand Kai wait before allowing Goku and the others jurisdiction?
He frowned to himself and sat at his desk. Even passing by his favorite boom box without so much as a glance.
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Vegeta cocked his head to the side, gazing at his son with a bemused expression on his face. Trunks, on the other hand, stood twenty feet away; he took in breaths heavily and had gotten to the point where the blood dribbling into his eyes and out of his mouth didn't bother him anymore. After a quarter hour of sparring, he hadn't managed to lay a single blow on his father, while taking quite a beating himself. He'd expected this, but what he hadn't expected was for his father to not even transform into a Super Saiyan while Trunks himself was already a Super Saiyan 2. Then he remembered an attack he'd learned long ago, after hearing stories from his friend, Gohan. Trunks crossed his arms in front of himself, and began to gather power. His yellow aura burst to life, creating an instant crater in the green grass below him. After several quick hand motions, he thrust his right and left hands together, placing his forefingers and thumbs together to form a diamond.
"Burning Attack!" he bellowed, releasing a rather large bolt of yellow ki. It rushed from his hands, chewing up the distance separating Trunks and Vegeta with alarming speed. Bolts of yellow energy cackled off the wave, creating the illusion that small tendrils were reaching up out of it for something or someone, only to be pulled back or dissipate before they ever reached their goal.
Vegeta saw his son's attack and raised his hands in front of him, activating his blue aura. The burning attack collided with his palms, sending burning sensations through his entire body, a feeling for which the attack was named. He winced slightly at the pain, but did not falter. The ki wave was stationary and unmoving in front of the prince. He drew back slightly, then slammed his own energy forth and pushed the attack back to his son, a reaction that Trunks predicted the moment Vegeta stopped it. He quickly shot upwards to avoid it, but felt the heat generated by the wave singe his feet as it zoomed past. He clenched his teeth and lifted his head to gaze at his father, but was met instead with his father's fist. Trunks let out a gasp of pain and let gravity take a hold of him as he went sprawling onto the ground below, his hair returning to it's usual purple hue as his energy drained. Vegeta let himself drop to the ground, crossing his arms as his son looked up at him.
"Not yet, Trunks. Get up. We're not finished yet."
II
Packer entered his quarters. He lived on a large ship, which rivaled the size of a small city. Within it's walls contained over three thousand men from various species throughout the galaxy he'd taken under his wing, and those who'd refused, he'd enslaved and taken aboard anyway. They were kept in the lower decks, watched over when not on duty themselves. Most of those stationed on his ship were responsible for keeping the Energy Absorption machine operating correctly. It was the EA that was giving Packer his ki abilities, coupling them with his already powerful telepathic powers. It took up nearly three decks of the ship however, as anything smaller simply could not handle the ki generated by an entire planet at once.
He sat down at the cold metallic desk that took up the right corner of his quarters and began to stare at star charts and maps, hoping to somehow find a place where a ki warrior like Goku could be hiding. He needed a quicker way to gain power, and this would definitely be the person he needed to seek out to obtain it. After watching the battle on Kimhari, there was no doubt in his mind that Goku held unfathomable energy.
All I got for now. Just starting writing it, so it is gonna take a while.
Abduction Saga
Eric Kinneary
Prologue
The next three years following Diamao’s rebellion passed relatively peacefully. There were no threats to the universe, and, as such, the Z Warriors had little to occupy their time with besides training. Piccolo had no more qualms about sharing his consciousness with his father anymore, and although he permitted no one outside of himself to know, he had actually slightly enjoyed pawning through Diamao’s memories from his short life, and hell. Now that his father was a part of him, he felt as if he were finally truly whole. The fusion with Kami long ago had shallowed a gap in his heart, but was unable to completely fill it. Of course, he would never admit it to anyone else.
Goku had found a happy mixture of training and family time. In the past decade the slow down in his sparring schedule was easily detectable, but not totally unwelcome. Chi chi was actually quite pleased with now being able to spend more time with her husband, who had spent even more time away from her in death than he had in life. Gohan and Goten almost always followed in suite of their father, and this time was no exception. The quartet could be seen together quite often in Other World, and the Briefs family had also become a common site among the Son household.
This was due in part to rejections of the idea that Vegeta was prone to voice quite strongly. And, as was always the custom, Bulma listened quietly while her husband raged, then forced him to accompany her anyway. Which Vegeta, of course, obeyed, while making wry comments under his breath, always careful to make sure Bulma couldn’t hear him. Trunks met the proposition with little objections, as even the barrier of death had never shortened or compressed his immense friendship with Goten. And though the Briefs family did not always accompany the Son family on outings, Trunks was a frequent visitor.
Tien and Yamcha adopted a rigorous training schedule in remembrance of their altercation with Piccolo’s father. And they also permitted King Kai to train them once again; both adorning their gis with his familiar kanji, a kanji wildly prized in Other World, but seldom seen. Advancement in the art of kaio-ken came slowly to the two, as, unlike Diamao, or even Goku, they attempted to master each level before progressing to the next. It took many months to master a new level of kaio-ken, and such mastery meant being able to sustain it for fifteen minutes or more without a noticeable drain in their ki supply during battle. While Yamcha showed an aptitude for mastery of kaio-ken levels completely, Tien seemed to be able to apply them faster, but without as much total control. It was a skill that still alluded him nearly twenty years after his training began, and he hypothesized he’d most likely never be able to master it. The two sparred quite frequently, with neither being able to gain a clear advantage over the other for any long point in time.
Krillin and 18 were spared any particular stereotypical lifestyle. They were present at many family occasions, preferring to drift from household to household rather than permit any guests at their abode. Which, considering the circumstances, was quite understandable. Krillin considered cleaning to be something better left undone, while 18 was under a quite devious impression that placing the responsibility of the cleanliness to her husband was practical. With this train of thought, little was done to keep their residence in order, and even Maron soon requested her own private area on the premises where she could have a house constructed to herself. Her parents were reluctant to agree, as she was currently the only one involved in the upkeeping of the house. However, after Maron spent a night on Vegeta’s lawn, and a long talk between the Krillin and the saiyan, involving several loud explosions and a great many broken pieces of furniture, Krillin consented to his daughter’s request.
I
The small figure watched from the ship's window as the planet below him spun slowly. It was almost incomprehensible to imagine the suffering below. Perhaps the distance made it seem so unrealistic? No matter, the populace below him didn't make a difference. Or, better said, they wouldn't for much longer. This was the seventh planet he'd drained of ki, a task which was quite quickly becoming tiresome. Though the planets he'd taken energy from had given him a boost in strength, something he'd very much lacked before; it had not given him the boost he'd hoped for. Stories had been told to him of warriors possessing ki energy, and that these warriors were quite powerful. He'd even seen two for himself some years ago on a distant planet. Though at that time he hadn't realized exactly how strong ki could make someone. It wasn't until hours later when he looked back at the planet had he seen what powers it had. All of Kimhari had been in ruins, entire holes sliced from the planet's surface. And it was all done by one man. The ki warrior Packer had been searching for ever since. Goku…
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Grand Kai turned from the window, preferring to rest his eyes inside his chamber rather than outside, in order to contemplate the latest surge of ki he’d felt from West Galaxy. It was large by living standards, although it stood a remote chance should the Z Warriors encounter it. Grand Kai was fairly certain the inhabitants of the North Quadrant barracks would have no difficulty slaying such a miniscule power, but the question remained whether it was necessary at this point. The responsibility of Goku and his friends did not lie in defeating all of the living world’s enemies, but rather, in defeating all of the living world’s tyrants. Grand Kai was forced to remember back to when the universe was plunged in darkness, a new threat almost constantly threatening its very existence, which, despite popular belief, had worried the Kai’s much more than they’d ever admit. Vile creatures such as Buu, Super Android 17, and the Black Dragons had cast much doubt on how long the reign of Kais could continue. However, their savior came not in the form of some grand new technique, or brave new Kai, but in a mortal. A mortal who’s entire species had been all but eradicated. Grand Kai was forced to admit that should he have interfered with Goku’s life as he was being tested and tried by the very enemies that the Kais had been so worried about, they’d have never had a defense against people such as Diamao. Which, in turn, meant that it was only logical to allow the universe its own shaping, and to fulfill its own destiny. Perhaps with enough solitude, even greater heroes than those already existing would be produced to one day fill the Z Warriors shoes.
But he couldn’t ignore the fact that should the universe be left to its own devices, millions might die under the reign of this new power he was sensing. Perhaps it was best to allow the Z Warriors to deal with this complication for now, then go back and alter his belief as to what their responsibilities should entail at a later time. From what he could tell, billions of people had been drained of their ki so far. And judging by the growth of the energy he sensed from whatever force was down there, it was a person draining their ki for himself. But how long should the Grand Kai wait before allowing Goku and the others jurisdiction?
He frowned to himself and sat at his desk. Even passing by his favorite boom box without so much as a glance.
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Vegeta cocked his head to the side, gazing at his son with a bemused expression on his face. Trunks, on the other hand, stood twenty feet away; he took in breaths heavily and had gotten to the point where the blood dribbling into his eyes and out of his mouth didn't bother him anymore. After a quarter hour of sparring, he hadn't managed to lay a single blow on his father, while taking quite a beating himself. He'd expected this, but what he hadn't expected was for his father to not even transform into a Super Saiyan while Trunks himself was already a Super Saiyan 2. Then he remembered an attack he'd learned long ago, after hearing stories from his friend, Gohan. Trunks crossed his arms in front of himself, and began to gather power. His yellow aura burst to life, creating an instant crater in the green grass below him. After several quick hand motions, he thrust his right and left hands together, placing his forefingers and thumbs together to form a diamond.
"Burning Attack!" he bellowed, releasing a rather large bolt of yellow ki. It rushed from his hands, chewing up the distance separating Trunks and Vegeta with alarming speed. Bolts of yellow energy cackled off the wave, creating the illusion that small tendrils were reaching up out of it for something or someone, only to be pulled back or dissipate before they ever reached their goal.
Vegeta saw his son's attack and raised his hands in front of him, activating his blue aura. The burning attack collided with his palms, sending burning sensations through his entire body, a feeling for which the attack was named. He winced slightly at the pain, but did not falter. The ki wave was stationary and unmoving in front of the prince. He drew back slightly, then slammed his own energy forth and pushed the attack back to his son, a reaction that Trunks predicted the moment Vegeta stopped it. He quickly shot upwards to avoid it, but felt the heat generated by the wave singe his feet as it zoomed past. He clenched his teeth and lifted his head to gaze at his father, but was met instead with his father's fist. Trunks let out a gasp of pain and let gravity take a hold of him as he went sprawling onto the ground below, his hair returning to it's usual purple hue as his energy drained. Vegeta let himself drop to the ground, crossing his arms as his son looked up at him.
"Not yet, Trunks. Get up. We're not finished yet."
II
Packer entered his quarters. He lived on a large ship, which rivaled the size of a small city. Within it's walls contained over three thousand men from various species throughout the galaxy he'd taken under his wing, and those who'd refused, he'd enslaved and taken aboard anyway. They were kept in the lower decks, watched over when not on duty themselves. Most of those stationed on his ship were responsible for keeping the Energy Absorption machine operating correctly. It was the EA that was giving Packer his ki abilities, coupling them with his already powerful telepathic powers. It took up nearly three decks of the ship however, as anything smaller simply could not handle the ki generated by an entire planet at once.
He sat down at the cold metallic desk that took up the right corner of his quarters and began to stare at star charts and maps, hoping to somehow find a place where a ki warrior like Goku could be hiding. He needed a quicker way to gain power, and this would definitely be the person he needed to seek out to obtain it. After watching the battle on Kimhari, there was no doubt in his mind that Goku held unfathomable energy.
All I got for now. Just starting writing it, so it is gonna take a while.