DragonballZ vs. Diablo 5




To Badgirl9708, you're welcome.


To starlight, thanks for the compliment, I think the game is pretty good, that's why I wrote a crossover.


They file Son Goten, first of all because he saved their lives, and secondly because Karina vouched for him, so to speak, trust is inevitable in a small group fighting a large army.


And as for a possible betrayal of Goten, why then did he save her from almost certain destruction?


And don't worry, they're still squeezing him out.


To Andromeda, I know that I didn't get to the point in part four, and I could now say that I did it to raise your expectations, but life was important to me, how we interacted with one another you don't think that each of these warriors has a nice home when they're not fighting.


To Blueamanda, I already wrote you an email.



Thanks for your comments.




Karina heard these words and wanted to jump up and say that Son Goten was a very nice person.


Friendly, and very funny at times, but what she had seen had confused her, this power had been incredible, and above all not magical, she had never considered that he could have gotten to where she was on his own found him.


Meanwhile, Wiglaf looked at her.


He was waiting for her to start speaking, she knew that, who else should be able to say something about Goten?


He himself would surely have the most reasons to lie about himself.


Karina looked one after the other into the thoughtful faces of her friends, although nobody talked much, she liked each one in his own way.




Finally she started to speak after all, she told how she had found him and how they had finally got there, where they had met Karina's group.

She also reproduced the conversations as faithfully as possible, about his world. (Although she hadn't understood most of it, and already partially forgotten it)




All three had listened in silence, what should they say to that?


After Karina finished her report (in which she didn't even mention the search for Kahlim's heart) Nathalia spoke, calmly, and with clinical distance: "I think we should kill him while he's still sleeping, even if he doesn't do what he did can use consciously, he will always remain an immense threat to us.


And can we even assume that he is on our side?


No.


We know he told us an incredible story and saved us, just not why, maybe he's a traitor. "


After she had finished, Azrael spoke, his voice was very slightly smoky, and thus gained a beautiful and wise sound: "Perhaps he saved us out of friendship and kindness of heart."Normally one would have expected those words to sound sarcastic, but with Azrael they sounded like something worth considering.


Then he went on as well: "I don't think he wants anything bad, because I saw no sign of hatred in his eyes, just regret.


But I also know that he lied before, or at least kept something secret.


We should question him intensively, then we will see what his intentions are. "(Small note that you do not think he has a quirk, he is more spiritual and can interpret very well what is going on in people's hearts, I determine)


Wiglaf ended the dispute before it began with the words: "We will question him, and get our answers one way or another.


But what would interest me, what kind of magic was that?


I've never seen or heard of anything like it. "


Karina now said calmly, almost in a whisper: "It wasn't magic, at least I know that for sure.I don't know what else it was, but if it had been magic, I would have known. "


Now Azrael asked in a way that exuded a kind of impossibility of being surprised: "What was it then? Nathalia?"


Nathalia was slightly surprised at the objection, and there was a clear indication (for Azrael terms) that she knew something about it, but she didn't let that stop her from searching through her memories for clues.


But then she was shocked to realize what he meant.


After deciding what to say, she began, "As you all know, I'm an assassin.


Our order came into being because two of the powerful mages of the Vizjerei clan, brothers who researched demon magic and thus became pawns of evil, grew so much in power and animosity with one another that it was inevitable that they would wage war.


They thereby split the clan, and almost completely destroyed it.

Therefore, the remaining Vizjerei called the Viz-Jaq'taar clan, the magician-slayers, into being.


We should hunt down and destroy all evil magicians.


But magic is a power that does not spring from ourselves and it could be poisoned by evil, so we were not allowed to be magicians ourselves.


We learned to use our body's own energy. (So ​​far everything comes from the manual, I interpret the rest of it myself, oh yes, only a few in this world know only as much about the assassins as she has just told you.)


But we also use connections to magic, only by charging our weapons with energy and then discharging these magical effects, anyway.


At the beginning of our order there were voices who said that we should not even make such concessions to magic, that we would be almost invincible if we would use our true potential.


Apparently someone succeeded in doing this. "

Wiglaf had listened to this report with an increasingly gloomy expression, and his voice sounded just as gloomy: "If he is truly invincible, why does he bother with us?


He could do anything he wanted. "


Azrael said, without a sign of surprise, but still very slightly nervous: "What should he do when he comes from this other world, against which nothing really speaks anymore, what is he supposed to do in our world?


Besides, he's not invincible, he was uncomfortable with us, even though I'm sure he knows he's stronger.


Not to forget that he's wounded.


And I think he is still with us because he has nowhere else to go. "


Wiglaf considered these words, he knew that Azrael was seldom wrong about human beings or thinking beings.


Then he spoke, still scowling, but determined: "If he is not invincible, why did the healing potion not work?

Maybe it's as he said, maybe not, tomorrow we'll get answers, we should all go to sleep now, there haven't been any demons here for a long time, Karina set traps, and after today we all deserved it . "


With that he got up, including Nathalia, and Karina started to get up when Karina suddenly stopped and said, slightly embarrassed: "I'll keep watch tonight, I can't sleep anyway."


Azrael, who was almost standing, looked at her with the warm smile of a father, and said in the voice of the father she never had: "Go to him, he will not blame you, besides, you will probably sooner wake up.


We know you like him, maybe more than good, but you have to know what you're doing. "


Then he strode to his tent and disappeared into it, as did Wiglaf, and Nathalia into hers.


Both had looked at Karina in surprise, maybe Azrael knew more than she did, Karina decided to go to "her" tent.



Once there, she sat down next to Son Goten and waited, what she didn't know for, and she didn't really care.


After only half an hour the sunlight was gone, it was getting dark, and night was falling quickly.


In the meantime she saw very little in the tent, it was getting cold.


Karina startled out of her twilight state, it was clearly uncomfortable, she had chosen the wrong sitting posture.


She didn't want to meditate, she found that she was actually very tired. (if you want to open your eyes and don't want your eyelids, that's a clear sign, if you still have to use your hands for help, the sign is pretty clear)


So she decided to take the advice and lie down next to Son Goten.


With his back to her, she just lay down and tried to get hold of a piece of the blanket.


It turned out to be a difficult undertaking, but in the end I was able to "convince" her to give her part of the blanket (she forgot the one in the backpack) by tickling it.(Do not think she would not have tried any other way that did not pose an acute danger to the sleep of her comrades.)


After a short time she fell asleep with her back to Son Goten.




About nine hours later, the sun decided it was time to rise and put that resolution into practice.


It was slowly getting light at the resting place of the warriors, also in the tent where Son Goten and Karina sleep it is getting lighter and lighter.


A casual observer, if there had been a casual observer who firstly survived the traps and secondly had the audacity to go there (except for me, the narrator, of course), would have been very surprised by the picture in Karina's tent.


Karina had turned around during the night, as had Son Goten.


Now they were lying next to each other, their bodies pressed together, their faces cheek to cheek (Gotens above).


Son Goten, in his sleep, looking for a cuddly toy, had simply hugged Karina.

Since she couldn't just keep her arms at her side or on her back, her left arm lay between her and Son Goten, and the other on his hip.


Karina woke up, she pulled her face a little away from the warm something that was lying on top of it, her eyes still closed.


The something slid down gently, and was also awakened by the light impact (on a still slightly swollen black eye).


Son Goten suspected what was going on here, but he still didn't move, it smells good.


Karina opens her eyes and sees Son Goten's protruding hair right in front of her, since he has wisely not yet