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By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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(A/N: Seems like some people were a little disappointed with the last chapter, or at least with 18's seduction. Well you won't have to worry about that for a little while, because the next villain is here, and his coming is going to begin a chain reaction. You'll understand when the time comes. You'll also figure out who the villain is with just the first sentence. Enjoy.)
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Chapter 33: Universal Breakdown
Even though Baby had been defeated, it didn’t mean he was gone for good. Like all evildoers, once he faced King Yemma at the Check In Station, he was sent to Hell. And Hell wasn’t a pleasant place. It’s where all the bad guys ended up.
In order for the ogres that were in charge of Hell to have some form of control over all the bad guys, most of the damned souls went through the Spirit Cleanser, which washed away all their sins and reduced their wicked nature. But all that negative energy didn’t suddenly disappear. Like with the Dragon Balls, the evil energy was stored away in large containers until it slowly faded away.
But these containers could only hold so much negative energy. And it took centuries, if not millenniums, for each container to dispel all the evil energy it held. And because of this, there were several dozens of containers that still held an abundance of negative energy.
The Spirit Cleanser needed to be constantly monitored, so when one container was filled up, it could be switched with a new one. Today, a certain ogre named Saike was on watch duty. Being a teenager, he had very little patience for work, and had quickly become bored with his job. Watching a container slowly fill up with negative energy wasn’t very appealing. So he had decided to help pass the time by listening to music. And, like most teenagers, he enjoyed blasting the music to its maximum volume, even though he had on earphones.
King Yemma had already complained about being able to hear it. He had sent his assistant to get Saike to turn off his music. But understanding what it was like to be young, the assistant allowed Saike to keep his music on at a lower level.
Unfortunately, as he danced to the beat, he had his eyes closed and the music was still too loud for him to hear the signs of the Spirit Cleanser needing to have its container switched.
Just like the Dragon Balls, each container could only hold so much negative energy before it burst. And after going beyond its limits, it finally did. The container broke open, and years worth of negative energy came pouring out in the form of a purple smoke.
This began a chain reaction, and all the other containers shattered, unleashing even more negative energy, and soon, thousands of years of evilness had escaped. Ordinarily, it would seep out harmlessly, but when this much gathered together, there were consequences.
Having become aware of what had happened, Saike tried desperately to stop it. All the negative energy surrounded him and was absorbed into his body, and he was infected with all the evils of Hell. With all that darkness inside him, he began to mutate. The dark energy became power, giving him unimaginable strength, and the power to manipulate and control matter.
Growing to an enormous size, the former ogre let out a cry that echoed all throughout Other World.
“Janemba!”
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Bulma and 18 had looks of disgust on their face as they watched Trunks eat. Saiyans really should be classified as pigs rather than monkeys, for they shared the same table manners. But while Bulma was used to it, 18 didn’t think she’d ever be able stand seeing Trunks scarf down food as though he had never eaten before.
“Do you even take the time to taste it?” she asked.
“O or, on’ e rea-i-u-ou.”
18 made a face. “Swallow what’s in your mouth before talking!”
Trunks swallowed. “I said, of course, don’t be ridiculous.”
“The way you eat is ridiculous! No, it’s just downright wrong.” She groaned. “You know, I’m glad I don’t have to eat, because I’d lose my appetite any time I’d try to eat with you.”
Trunks mumbled something with his mouth full again that she couldn’t make out. Fed up, she left the table, deciding to take a walk.
Looking up at the sky, she wondered if she should take an umbrella. It looked like it might storm. Deciding to play it safe, she grabbed one and headed outside, wondering what to do. She’d already done her training for the day, so she was free for the rest of the day. Living with a rich family meant that she didn’t have to work, but it left her with a lot of free time on her hands; not that she was complaining.
‘Perhaps a movie.’ She decided. ‘If it’s going to rain, it’ll probably best to be indoors.’
Her suspicions were right. It did begin to rain. However, there was something strange about this rain. It was coming down in small floating balls, as if there were no gravity.
Curious, she reached out to catch one of the slowly falling raindrops. It bounced right off her finger, as if her skin was repelling it.
“That’s not normal.” She muttered.
There was suddenly a scream and several people rushed passed her, looking as if they had seen a ghost. Turning around, 18 looked to see what had spooked them. As it turned out, having seen a ghost was a very accurate way of describing what they saw. There were dead people walking around, some of them completely reduced to skeletons.
Shocked, the umbrella fell from 18’s hands as she stared at the walking dead people. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, just to make sure she was really seeing what she was seeing. The dead people were still there.
“Definitely not normal.” She muttered.
Grunting and moaning, the dead people reached out for her. With a disgusted look, 18 took a step back, raised her hand, and blasted them. They were completely blown away.
“What the hell was that about?” she wondered out loud.
She turned around to find even more dead people coming at her. Looking confused, 18 pointed her index finger at them, and released a series of small energy blasts at them like bullets from a gun.
“Not bad.” Came a voice from above. “You’ve got some moves on you, girl.”
18 looked at the speaker. Floating in the air was a large purple man with horns. With him were four others, a small toad-like person with four eyes, a red-skinned man with long white hair, a blue lizard-like creature, and a very large, very muscular man with orange hair. They were all wearing saiyan armor. But the thing that caught 18’s attention the most were the halos floating over their heads. Either these guys had fancy new floating hats, or they were dead too.
18 raised an eyebrow at them. “And you are… who?”
The purple one smirked. “She wants to know who we are. Lets show her, boys.”
One by one, they began doing a strange dance before taking on an unusual pose.
“They call me Recoome!”
“The name’s Jeice!”
“I’m Burter!”
“Hiya! Guldo!”
“And, introducing, the leader of this group! Me! I am Captain Ginyu!”
“We are the Ginyu Force!”
18 sweat-dropped, staring at them with a dumbfounded expression on her face. ‘They couldn’t have been serious just then, could they?’
Ginyu chuckled. “I see you’re scared stiff. With our reputation, it’s no wonder you can’t bring yourself to make a move.”
18 stared at them strangely. “Right… And what’s the Ginyu Force?”
The five dead warriors fell over anime style, but they recovered quickly. Ginyu pointed at her with a serious expression on his face. “All right, listen well, little girl. We are the most elite fighting force in the entire universe. We serve under our master, Lord Frieza.”
18’s eyes narrowed. “So, you’re friends of Frieza, huh? Guess that means I’ll have to kill you.”
Jeice laughed. “Did ya hear that, Captain? She thinks she can kill us.”
Recoome laughed. “She obviously has no idea who she’s dealing with.”
“Clearly.” Ginyu agreed. “Lets show her just what the Ginyu Force is made of.”
They flew at her, ready to attack. Almost lazily, 18 dodged their flying fists and kicks. Gathering energy, she blew them all away with five minor energy blasts. Their power had been a joke compared to hers. They weren’t even a challenge.
“Ok,” she muttered, “so there are dead people walking around. Something is definitely wrong here.”
Suddenly detecting other powerful energy signatures, she quickly flew over to where they were. She found two more dead guys, a pink one with spikes on his head, and a light blue skinned one with green hair, destroying the area.
Noticing the newcomer, the green-haired one nudged the pink one. “Oh, look Dodoria, I think someone wants to die.”
18 cut her eyes at them. Their power was even weaker than those Ginyu freaks. She nonchalantly raised her hands and blasted both of them.
Without warning, another blast of energy came flying at her. She turned around to counter it, but someone else beat her to it, kicking the blast into space.
“Took you long enough.” She told him.
Trunks grinned at her. “I hadn’t finished eating. Plus, I had to actually search for you.”
18 rolled her eyes. “So who tried to shoot me?”
“That would be us!”
Surprised, 18 looked up to see the very people she had destroyed not too long ago. “I thought I killed you.”
Ginyu chuckled. “Already dead.” He told her, tapping his halo. “We’ll just keep coming back.”
“And this time, we brought friends.” Said Guldo.
An entire army of Frieza’s men suddenly joined them. They all had halos over their heads, indicating that they too were already dead.
“What is this?” Trunks asked. “Invasion of the living dead?”
“Looks that way.” 18 told him.
If that’s what this really was, then they were in trouble. How the hell did you beat people that were already dead? And what of 17 or Dr. Gero? Were they around here somewhere?
‘If they are, I have to keep them away from 18 or there could be trouble.’
Ginyu made another strange pose as he addressed his men. “All right, everyone, lets teach these two a lesson.”
But before any of them made a move, ripples appeared in the sky like they did on the surface of water. A giant yellow creature suddenly appeared out of thin air, landing on the Ginyu Force and several others. Those that hadn’t been crushed cried out and fled from the creature.
“Janemba!” the creature wailed loudly.
Both 18 and Trunks looked the creature up and down. There was no halo over this creature’s head, meaning it was still alive. But what was it? Definitely not something from this planet.
“Janemba! Janemba, Janemba, Janemba!”
18 looked at Trunks. “What’s Janemba?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s talking in a different language.”
“Janemba.” The creature got to its feet and hopped over them, then began skipping away happily, chanting “Janemba” over and over again.
18 blinked. “That was weird. What do you think is going on?”
Trunks shook his head. “Don’t know, but whatever’s going on, if it’s allowing the dead to come into our world, then it can’t be good.”
18 nodded in agreement. “I know you said not to use the Dragon Balls unless it’s absolutely necessary, but I think we’re definitely going to need Shenron’s help with this one.”
Trunks had to agree with that. If the dead were returning, that meant that no one was safe. He thought back to the villains he’d faced over his life. 17, Cell, Luud, Cooler, Broly, Rilldo, Baby, all of them would be coming back. Yes, this was serious. They needed to put a stop to this immediately before all of Hell broke loose. Literally.
‘Too late for that.’
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Unfortunately, it was still too soon for Shenron to be summoned. The Dragon Balls were still scattered throughout the planet, and they were still just ordinary stones, meaning that they couldn’t even be detected on the Dragon Radar.
Fortunately, on New Namek a year was shorter than it was on Earth. And enough time had passed to allow the Dragon Balls to rejuvenate. To further increase their fortune, the Namekian Dragon Balls didn’t scatter after being used, so Porunga could be summoned right away.
Upon arriving at the Lookout, 18 and Trunks found that Dende was already in telepathic contact with his people. He had explained the situation to them, asking for help. But as it turned out, there were dead people appearing there as well. Whatever was causing this to happen seemed to be affecting the entire universe, and not just Earth.
“They’ve just summoned Porunga.” Dende told them. “They’re making the wish now.”
Trunks, 18, and Mr. Popo waited anxiously for Dende to give them the good news. But when a grave expression came across his face, they realized that things had not gone as planned.
“Dende?” Trunks asked. “Is everything ok? What’s happening?”
The Guardian gave him a worried look. “It’s not working. Porunga can’t fulfill the wish.”
“Why not?” 18 demanded impatiently.
“Because the barriers separating the dimensions is gone. Even if he sends all the souls back to Other World, they’ll just come back again.”
18 grumbled. “That’s why those Ginyu goons returned after I killed them.”
“Can’t he restore the barriers?” Trunks asked.
“Hold on.” Dende fell silent again as he communicated with the other Namekians. “He can’t, it’s beyond his power. Someone or something is causing the worlds to come together. If we can get rid of that, then everything should go back to normal, and all the dead people will return to Other World.”
“Great, so then there’s still a way to fix this. Does Porunga know how?”
“One second.” He paused to relate his question. “Yes, there’s a creature that calls itself Janemba. He’s the one who’s causing all this.”
Trunks blinked. “Janemba?”
He and 18 looked at each other. “That big yellow monster!” they both cried together.
“It’s gotta be that thing.” Said 18.
Trunks nodded in agreement. “I knew there was something strange about it.”
18 crossed her arms. “So, we just have to beat that thing and everything will return to normal.”
Trunks didn’t think it would be that easy. “That could be a problem. Did you sense that thing’s power? It’s huge. I’ve never felt such power before.”
She slapped his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry. You’re a Super Saiyan Three now. You can beat him.”
He gave her a doubtful look. “I don’t know. Becoming a Super Saiyan Three isn’t easy. I haven’t been able to transform into one since I fought Baby. I’ve tried, but I haven’t been able to get it.”
He looked down, unable to face her and admit his weakness at the same time. But 18 walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile.
“You’ll be able to. I have faith in you. Perhaps you just need the right motivation.” The smile left her face. “But either way, we still have to face this thing.”
With a sigh, Trunks nodded, and the two of them flew off to face a creature unlike they’ve ever faced before.

(A/N: I've had Janemba constantly asked to be a villain, so here he is. And the events that are taking place are going to begin a chain reaction with disastrous consequences. Trunks and 18 have already ran into the Ginyu Force, gotta love those guys, along with Zarbon and Dodoria. What if 17 and Dr. Gero do show up? Or perhaps Trunks will be reunited with his father, or Gohan. If they are, and 18 is with him, things won't be pretty.)
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