Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques, the unfamiliar languages, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.
Summary: He's the rebel with a cause: to protect the Earth at all costs, no matter what, or whom, is endangering it. Second fic in the Kakkhan trilogy. RR.
A/n: Welcome to the second fic in the Kakkhan trilogy! How dya like the title? Huh, huh? Yeah, I thought of it all by myself! Aren't ya proud of me? :D
Allati: /Chuckles and shakes head/
/Simply keeps smiling, taking no offense at Allati's reaction/
Anyway, in the last chapter of Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior, Kakkhan went back to Giendon! And, he told Balannon not to contact him or try and go after him. He resigned from the Laniin army, thereby committing treason, leaving behind a sad Nirvana to begin the next stage of his life. What's next? Find out, only on Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter!
On with the story!
Blah — Laniin, translated
In the last chapter of Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior—
Kakkhan inclined his head to his former Headmistress Nirvana, keeping his eyes on hers. Without further ado, he turned his back and walked away, thus ending one stage of his life and embarking upon another.
And it felt good doing that.
Chapter One: The First Day
Kakkhan typed rapidly on the laptop he'd bought over the Internet. It was a Dell, which meant that it was customized to his needs and wants. Kakkhan, however, had taken the personalization two steps further and had linked it up to different planets and galaxies. Kakkhan was even thinking of putting in communication links with the other universes, if not dimensions. But for right now, planets three or four light-years away would suffice.
Kakkhan wasn't communicating with any extra-terrestrials or lost Saiyans at the moment, though. He was just setting up his own website now, and actually having a bit of success. Amazing what Laniin training can do for you.
Kakkhan hit a button, typed in more info where needed (and didn't type in where not needed), bit another button, and had the makings of his own website.
With a critical eye, Kakkhan surveyed his creation. Not particularly liking it, Kakkhan deleted it and cleared away the website's residue. All websites, once made, left a tiny trace of their origins where it could be tracked, even if it was deleted. Kakkhan got rid of that trace, merely for the fact that it was there and that he hated leaving things lying around.
Kakkhan minimized the Internet provider he was using at the moment and closed the laptop shut. He needed a break, and he was going to take one. He had, after all, been making, deleting, and erasing websites for the past two hours, and his brain was starting to complain about that. His stomach wasn't happy, either, so Kakkhan decided to satisfy them both and get off the computer.
He vaulted over the wall of his loft and floated gently to the ground, disdaining the stairs for the physical exercise. Kakkhan never used the stairs and never would, unless their was company of course. But seeing as there was been no one in the house except for Gohan that could be called company, the stairs continued to be neglected.
Kakkhan strolled to the kitchen, his hands in his khaki shorts. He wore a white T-shirt that stretched the word "Rebel" across it in black spidery letters, and had a black skull rising up behind the word. Kakkhan had taken off his armband and most of his ranking earrings to consciously finalize more his separation from Giendon. He kept the three silver earrings in his right ear, however, and the barbell stayed in his tongue. They were there because they had been with Kakkhan all of his life and he wouldn't have felt comfortable without them on. The gold and silver/gold earrings were packed away and replaced with studs to prevent the holes from closing. With his custom-order martial artist's boots Goku-style to complete the ensemble, it was a whole new Kakkhan, mix-and-match style.
Kakkhan reached the kitchen and immediately made a beeline for the refrigerator. He soon had a plate full and sat down to enjoy it, keeping in mind what to eat for seconds, thirds, and fourths. The seconds, thirds, and fourths came to pass, with Kakkhan eating fifths, before Kakkhan went back to work. This time he decided to try building his page from scratch, like he should have from the beginning.
It had been one week and a half since Kakkhan had left Giendon, and he was still recovering. Kakkhan didn't think he would ever completely get over his leaving, nor would the healing happen overnight. This sort of thing took time, time Kakkhan had. Keeping busy was Kakkhan's priority until his showtime at the Main Library in four days, and Kakkhan certainly was doing a good job.
Kakkhan spent the rest of the day creating his homepage, including a not-quite-true-bio and suggested links for hardcore sci-fi fans, motorcycle fans, and technology fans. There were also a few links to fantasy sites, totaling 17 suggested links in all. The homepage also included links to some of Kakkhan's stories, most of them translated into Japanese and English from some other language. All of those stories were stamped with Kakkhan's penname for himself, "Renegade Hunter K." It was a childish name, Kakkhan admitted to himself, but so what? He liked the sound of that name, and what he liked, he kept.
Kakkhan was just starting on creating a links section for each chapter of his current Laniin story when there was a slam of a door. Kakkhan peeked over the loft wall to watch Gohan put down shopping bags on the living room table and sink with a sigh into the comfy couch they'd bought. Gohan put his shoes down and swung his legs onto the rest of the couch, leaving plenty of room for a grown person to sit.
Kakkhan commented, "Nice day shopping?"
Gohan looked up at Kakkhan and grinned. "I'll never get used to looking up at you from here."
Kakkhan shrugged. "Sure you will. Just give it time. Now answer my question. Nice day shopping?" he repeated.
Gohan nodded. "Yeah. Got a DVD player and a couple of DVDs, a PlayStation 2 for video games we can get, and I also got some computer games and software we could use."
"Oh yeah? What kind of software?" Kakkhan asked, interested.
"I got the whole Microsoft Office deal, a PhotoShop program so I can load my art onto the Internet with that scanner we have, and also a graphic art program that movie artists supposedly use for special effects," Gohan listed.
Kakkhan smirked, ideas on how to use, improve, and exploit this software already swirling around his head. "Sounds good, Gohan. Maybe I'd better let you install those programs onto your comp first before I start messing with them."
Gohan Grinned™ again, knowing that Kakkhan loved anything technological, especially if it was computer-related.
"Yeah, that's what I figured. That's what I bought the Microsoft Office for. I'm keeping my PhotoShop, but the graphic art thing is neutral territory. So you can mess those two up, but not my PhotoShop."
Kakkhan smirked his amusement and went back to his screen. He had a pretty good site that could be read in both Japanese and English, but it wasn't quite done yet. Kakkhan didn't know what it was that his site needed, but it sure was missing something.
"Hey Gohan! Check out my laptop," Kakkhan yelled down. He was answered by Gohan getting up and flying up to the left, again neglecting the stairs. Gohan landed and looked at Kakkhan's screen. He was met with a website with a black background, white text, and plenty of pictures. Oh yeah, there were pictures. And links too. Gohan could not get over how many links there were. The pictures were of Japanese anime that Kakkhan had taken a liking to, like "The SoulTaker," "Trigun," "Cowboy Bebop," and several movies like "The Grave of the Fireflies," and "Spirited Away." Gohan just shook his head at Kakkhan's obsessions and kept looking.
The site was called "Daemon's Alley," and under the heading in a size smaller font was "Founded by Renegade Hunter K." The page Gohan was looking at was the homepage, and it looked quite professional, actually. There was even a news bulletin section, for which Kakkhan had no news yet. Unlike other homepages Gohan had seen (using Bulma's computer), Kakkhan's site was his own creation, made from scratch, not one of those homepage templates that looked as fake as fake could get. But it needed something, something like actual information on akumas. Kakkhan had plenty of that.
"Looks great. Maybe you could run this as a database with info on akumas or something. Or have an akuma fan club. Something like that," Gohan shrugged.
Kakkhan considered them, his mouth twisting into a thoughtful frown. "Those are some ideas. There's definitely going to be demonic information on this site, especially since I have an akuma Guardian, after all. Hmm, I like the idea of an akuma fan club. There'd definitely be a place for your demonic fan art," Kakkhan smirked up at Gohan, who grinned back. "It'd be interesting to find out how Earthlings view akumas," Kakkhan continued.
Gohan responded to the last statement with raised eyebrows. "Akumas are viewed by Earthlings as the very embodiment of evil. They usually stand upright and have dark powers, but yeah, they're considered to be evil."
Kakkhan looked at Gohan and raised his own eyebrows. Gohan just brought his hands up in a defensive move, a smile still on his face. Kakkhan just said, "You know that InuYasha is an akuma, right? And Yoko and Lotto, who is my Guardian?"
Gohan nodded, his hands still out defensively. Kakkhan just shook his head and went back to the making of his site. He rearranged things until he had a front page with akuma-related links, the news bulletin, and two links-equipped images for the Akuma Archive and the Fan Forum. He also moved his bio to another page inside the Fan Forum, as if he were just another Alley member. The layout of the site in both the Forum and the Library was very organized, reminiscent of a certain Laniin site template, which pleased Kakkhan to no end. He'd always liked this particular Laniin template for its professionalism and its neatness. But there were things Kakkhan added to Daemon's Alley that the Laniin template didn't normally have, and they were numerous enough that he couldn't be galactically picked up for plagiarism of that Laniin template.
(Shall I go into the site details?)
For instance, to be able to access the site, you had to get through the title page first. To do that, you had to click on the red-eyed akuma about to step over the words Daemon's Alley, and indicate with the pop-up whether you were already a member, and had to log in if you were, or a visitor. There was a join up feature for visitors inside, but visitors would have fewer of the privileges that members had. Kakkhan knew that was big of him to demand that, but hey, it worked for him. If it didn't work for the visitor, they could just bug off. Wouldn't bother him.
Another example was that the homepage was different, obviously, and the Fan Forum was there, too. It was also that Kakkhan had a link allowing the members of the Daemon's Alley Fan Forum to interact with one another using a message board. That link went onto all the pages too for easy access no matter if you were from the Library or in the Forum itself. It all worked out, but you had to be a member to get to the message board.
The Fan Forum had many interactive things, like "Choose Your Own Akuma", "What Kind of Akuma Are You?", and its very own adventure game, which was its main feature. Kakkhan was still thinking up ideas for this adventure game, but it was definitely a part of the Fan Forum. There were also plans for being able to raise one's own akuma, which Kakkhan was really excited about. Still, it was up to the Fan Forum members if they wanted to do this.
All this work made Kakkhan realize that he had just created his life's work. This was something that all Giendonese inhabitants did, whether they were fosterlings or Laniins, for their entire life up until they died, and Kakkhan had just made his own input into that tapestry. The concept made Kakkhan smile somewhat bitterly, as he worked.
Kakkhan spent the next four days organizing all of this, as well as adding, subtracting, and otherwise setting his site up. He had help from Gohan, as usual, who signed up with the permanent penname Kept-By-A-Mokin, and contributed the art for the site. Gohan was also put in charge of the registration process for the Fan Forum, amongst other things, while Kakkhan took over the Akuma Library and the rest of the Fan Forum responsibilities. Kakkhan went back to the homepage and under "Founded by Renegade Hunter K," he typed in, "Co-run by Kept-By-A-Mokin."
When Gohan saw that, on the third day, the brightest Grin™ Kakkhan had ever seen spread across his face. The demi-Saiyan went back to the drawing he was working on, the Grin™ still on his face. Kakkhan's last day was considerably brighter when Gohan presented to him that very same drawing.
It was a head portrait of Lotto, staring off to the side, and what made it beautiful was the accuracy and details of the portrait. There was no disgust in the way the saber-toothed fangs sprang out of the mouth, nor how the eyes were humongous in the head. It made a person rather sentimental, even with the Japanese characters proclaiming, "Head of a Cat Akuma" written off to the side, with Laniin writing under it saying, "Portrait of Lotto" for Kakkhan. The immortal immediately hung it up in his room opposite his bed, where he would wake up to it in the morning everyday.
Finally the fourth day arrived, bringing with it a flurry of activity in 351 Marguerite's Hope Street, for the fifth day was a day of beginnings for Kakkhan. It was the first of many days at the Main Library, and Kakkhan was ready.
There were stares at the Headquarters of Blue Star Main Library as Kakkhan, dressed in the appropriate dress code, walked through the classic oak doors. He didn't acknowledge the stares as he walked up to the Info Desk, but he did announce loudly, for all the world to hear, "Hi. I'm here for the info desk internship. Show me the ropes?"
Shuffling of paper and renewed clacking on keyboards immediately ensued Kakkhan's proclamation, even as the girl behind the Info Desk looked startled. "The internship? Were you the person who took that two month break?"
Kakkhan inclined his head. The girl raised her eyebrows but looked down at her computer. "OK, then. Your name's Tairyoku Kakkhan?" Kakkhan nodded again at his pseudo identity. Gohan, being his twin, had the same surname, only with a different first name, Chikurro, which was a combination of the names "Chichi" and "Kakkarot", like Kakkhan's name was. Gohan was not going to be called Chikurro, however. His nickname was, instead, Menrui, which translated into "noodles" in English.
The girl looked down at the computer again, then looked up and behind her.
"Hey Alberto! Your part-time intern assistant's here," she called over to a dark-haired man of about twenty-nine years of age. He looked up at Kakkhan, who calmly studied him back, looked at the girl, then shrugged and jogged over from his cubicle.
"You're Kakkhan?" Alberto questioned as he came within reach. Kakkhan nodded his head coolly, waiting to see the reaction of his apparent sponsor. Alberto raised his eyes bemusedly, but said nothing other than,
"You seem a little young, but if you've got the brains, then I guess you can do it." Alberto shrugged again as Kakkhan's guard dropped a little, but only a little. Kakkhan nodded again and followed the man around the building. He learned quickly the outlay of the building, but the employees were a little harder to remember. He knew immediately who the head of the Library was; he was a big man who carried himself with far more importance than his position demanded. Kakkhan snorted to himself. There were more important people than a major library founder. Kakkhan just happened to be one of those people.
Kakkhan still treated the man politely, if indeed a little flippantly. It wasn't so much that the boss, Michael Hearse, could fire him for, but there was a sharp glint in his flinty eyes that told Kakkhan to tone it down. Kakkhan just ignored it, for if this Human knew and understood Kakkhan's position, he'd be groveling on his knees right now. However, it was not to be, and Kakkhan settled with it.
When the day was over, Kakkhan left shaking his head pityingly. The computer system of the library was so simple even an amoeba could learn it. Yet plenty of humans stumbled over it and messed it up, creating so much chaos and so many questions that Kakkhan felt he'd have to become a Library Employee's How-To Intern, not at the info desk/help center for the customers who came in. Certainly the view of the building as one came in was impressive, even intimidating, but Kakkhan knew it was just a façade. Too bad Hearse was too greedy to care. He just wanted money. Kakkhan knew how it was.
Kakkhan stopped at the teashop along the way to buy black tea for himself and green tea for Gohan. Kakkhan didn't know why Gohan liked the taste of green tea; to him it was bitter and stung his taste buds, especially if Kakkhan scalded his tongue. Kakkhan couldn't stand it, but Gohan loved it.
Whistling a random tune, Kakkhan strolled home, not minding all of the stares he was getting. He didn't care what everyone thought; they were strangers and mortals and didn't matter to him. Still, he wished they'd stop looking like stupid cows and close their mouths. Was it really so strange that he was easily carrying about five heavy-looking bags of Main Library manuals, software, and other things he would need to memorize in order to be effective at the Info Desk/Help Center? Apparently so.
Yet Kakkhan only wished that the bags in his right hand would stop slipping and make him have to tighten his grip again. His grip, even after four Earthling years, was still much weaker than it should be, but it was stronger than when Kakkhan had left Earth for Giendon after the triple attack by the Cold family (1). He'd been working constantly at Giendon on his grip for almost 8Gi years, but recently, with all of the events going on, the Cell Games, Time traveling, etc, Kakkhan hadn't exactly been able to work his exercises. He wondered where the capsule MKakkhan had given him was. He hoped he hadn't left it in with his room capsule. He so hoped he hadn't.
Kakkhan quickened his pace as he neared Marguerite's Hope. He was almost home after the long day, which, he knew, was going to be followed by another long day. Boring. His new pace was almost too fast for him to notice the Human girl whom had just come out of her house and was in his way. He did notice, though, and stopped on a dime just before he would have stepped on her. He looked down at her and then at the girl emerging from the house. The girl was accompanied by a young woman, who jumped and put a hand to her heart at the sudden sight of Kakkhan. Kakkhan merely commented coldly to her, ignoring her shock,
"I hope that you exercise better control over these children in the future, miss. You never know when a stranger might come by and potentially trip over and/or kidnap any children in your care, just because you weren't looking. Now, good day to you, and take my advice."
With this comment to the lady (who didn't look old enough to have kids) said, Kakkhan stepped carefully around the youngest girl and set out once again for 351 Marguerite's Hope.
He arrived with a clatter of bags and a thump of books. He flopped upon the couch for a breath, then remembered about his grip exercise capsule. He got up, looked disdainfully at the Main Library bags, sighed, and picked them up again. He towed them to the den where he'd be uninterrupted in his later perusal of them, then began the capsule hunt for his forgotten-but-not-lost gripping gear.
He first backtracked in his memory through all of the events that had just happened, starting with before the Cell Games. It took him a while to slog through the memories, but he finally hit the point where it was a blank spot in his memories concerning his capsule. He faintly remembered that it was in Aslib's training dome a while ago, but didn't really think it was there anymore. Not after the sifting he'd done. Still, it was worth a try.
As expected, the G-dome did not turn up any results. Kakkhan pondered what other possibilities there were. Perhaps the two Giendonese room capsules?
Kakkhan did not find anything in there either. His third option then was the huge multi-capsule carrier box Kakkhan had obtained from one of Gohan's salvages from past-timeline Capsule Corporations. He retrieved that from the special storage unit that they had behind the library (accessible only by secret passageway) for leftover things. Not bothering to think any nonsense stuff like a prayer for the appearance of his capsule, as Humans were so wont to do, Kakkhan flipped the lid. A thin smile flitted into existence before it rapidly disappeared as Kakkhan reached in with his left hand and took out the capsule that contained all of his exercise gear. Finally, he'd found it.
He put the capsule carrier away in exactly the same position as he'd found it and went upstairs to the attic on the second floor, where they had already set up the G-dome. As he stepped in, Kakkhan hit the controls to stop the gravity from rising to 500G as it usually did when Kakkhan's ki entered it. He also punched the "OFF" button on the Illusion Panel, for he didn't really want to see his home planet of Giendon right now. Maybe later.
A phloom! sounded and a purple cloud came out of the capsule as it exploded. A wooden box fell out of the capsule, and Kakkhan went over to it. He opened it and looked resignedly at all of the things inside, waiting for him to use. He sighed. Both his hands were going to hurt after using all of these after so long.
True to Kakkhan's prediction, his hands did hurt. But not enough that Kakkhan could stop from memorizing the stupid manuals for the Main Library. By the time dinner was ready, he knew every piece of the Main Library computer system like the back of his still achy hands. However, Kakkhan ignored the aches for his stomach, and for a retelling of "Menrui's" (2) first day at Blue Star University.
Which turned out to be boring. Typical.
But for only the first day at a new job and at a new university, their days weren't so bad, for the Saiyans at least. It wasn't everyday that eleven-year-olds managed to shock society, but the Paradoxes had done just that in one day, which was a victory for Human kids everywhere, not that they knew it. Still, when Kakkhan looked at his day from that perspective (with a little help from the ever-optimistic Gohan), he had no difficulty in going to sleep with the thought that tomorrow would be a better day. No difficulty at all, especially with the plans Kakkhan was enacting for his site.
It wasn't as if, after all, Kakkhan was officially at the Info Desk, so he wouldn't be called on for information by confused and harassed customers. He would have plenty of time to construct his site in the long hours of the internship. But when he was done being an intern, Michael Hearse would have to look sharp about him. Kakkhan, the Legendary Lord, was coming.
(1) For reference, see Chapters Five and Six, Attack of Frieza, King Cold, and Cooler, Parts One and Two
(2) From this chapter on, whenever Kakkhan and Gohan are around people other than themselves, Gohan will be "Menrui." But when Gohan and Kakkhan are alone, speaking telepathically, or the narrator (me) is speaking, Gohan will be called "Gohan". However, Gohan will never, ever be called Chikurro, except if he's being formally introduced, and those introductions will be rare. This is because Kakkhan wants to avoid questions about his twin being "Gohan" and Goku and Chichi's son being "Gohan", as well. It's just business as usual for Kakkhan. Nice.
A/n: OK… That wasn't a particularly exciting first chapter for Kakkhan: Immortal Saiyan Z-fighter. But, hey, gotta start somewhere, right? And yeah, Michael Hearse needs to watch his step. He won't be able to boss Kakkhan around, when Kakkhan gets free of being an intern, that is. Heh.
As for the three-girl trio Kakkhan snapped at, yes, he was rude, grumpy, and stressed out, and yes, these three will come into play later on, or at least one of them. I don't know exactly how at this point, but I've got a vague idea. Got any other ideas?
Thanks to everybody who reviewed the last chapter of Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior! I hope this sequel doesn't disappoint! ;)
SNEAK PREVIEW OF: Fate's Rebuttal
The look on Michael Hearse's face was priceless as he scanned the computer screen. It was incredulous at first, then turned into a sour look that should have made Kakkhan back down instantly. In fact, every other employee watching the standoff did shrink away, except for Kakkhan. Later, those self-same employees would wonder at the confidence of an eleven-year-old to do quite naturally what the whole department of grown-ups would not. And he made it look easy. Must have something to do with the fact that Kakkhan was a genius, and they were not. Whatever the reason was, Kakkhan was going to be in big trouble.
1) Supersaiyaman, you are right on the nose. I will eventually be writing that, but not for a LONG while. I do have to get through Kakkhan's teenage years first, LOL.
2) miroku-has-darkness, it's Mirai Kakkhan because he's older, more graceful in negotiating conversations (aka avoiding things/questions), and also because the "younger" Kakkhan will empathize more with him. Hope that clears things up somewhat. And what was that about the science fiction being a 0 rating all ways?
3) Thanks to everyone for their reviews! Sorry for the long wait! ;)
Thanks to supersaiyaman, miroku-has-darkness, SS2 Megami-sama, and DBZ Chick1 for Chapter 24 of the last fic! Thanks! /Bows/
Again, I'm sorry for taking so long to update this story, but I just got distracted by school, muses for other fics than this one, school, exams, exams, exams, and… exams, basically. They started yesterday, and I'm four exams down, two to go. Yes! /Pumps fist into air/ I don't have any school Friday, either! YAY! /Celebratory jig/ Oh, wait, gotta study for World History! Yikes! /Rushes out of office/
/Pokes head back in/ Don't forget to review! /Goes back out/
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Updated 01.19.05 (yay, my first Kakkhan update of the New Year! Cheers!)