DragonballZ vs. Diablo 7




To Funnybulma: I will, but could you write a little more next time?


To starlight: I actually only planned to explain the system of city portals later, but since you're already asking, here it is:


The city portals are opened in Diablo II (this game here, it is not the original Diablo, but the sequel) by reading from a scroll of the city portal.


These can be bought (in the city), which opens a blue, roughly human-sized, oval portal right next to the Chara.


When you enter it you come out of a very specific place within the city, this is always the same, unless there is already a portal, then places are used that are very close to the primary square.


The mages in the Diablo world themselves are not able to create portals, they can only use the city portal spell cast by the Horadrim (i.e.they just call a portal that has existed for a long time)


After use, a scroll dissolves because the existing spell has been used up by reading it aloud.


Only the creators (callers) and his companions can cross such a portal, i.e. those he allows it.


Who said I’ll get them out of there?


They should do it themselves.


To ultrasayajin: Goten didn't turn into an Oozaru as an SSJ, but at the normal level, He would only turn into a Golden Oozaru if he were on SSJ 3 (and then SSJ 4, I don't think I would let him become one)


To Badgirl9708: Thanks, and why can't you bombard me with questions?


That's a good start, but I don't know the answer.


At MiraiNoTrunks85 I almost overlooked you, nice that you understood this FF and the background.


Thanks for the compliment too.



Thanks for your comments.




Finally Son Goten was human again (half-Sayayin), he had already closed his eyes and fell on the hard stone floor.


The four of them had watched in awe as he had shrunk from thirty meters to about six feet, losing his fur and his red, glowing eyes.


Slowly he curled up, pulled his knees up, and hugged himself, his tail curled up and he pushed it under his head as a pillow replacement.


The mouth was slightly open, and Karina found that he looked almost like when she was watching him while he was sleeping, and she could not find rest.


She walked slowly towards him, but suddenly she stopped.


Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement behind the five-foot-high fire.


Wiglaf and the others had already noticed that they were surrounded.


Inwardly, Wiglaf cursed himself, how could he have assumed that these monsters would stay away from this place permanently, just by remembering the Oozaru?

But there wasn't much time to scold themselves, they couldn't stay here, he saw that after a quick look, there were only six stumps inside the fire that, whatever they had been, could give them cover.


A quick look over these creatures confirmed his suspicions, many were strong enough to survive the fire, and there were a few that could just fly over them (vulture-like beasts).


Escape through a city portal would be pointless, the demons would simply wait in large numbers until they returned, or they would have to run all the way again, for which they had no time.


Son Goten could possibly spare them that, but maybe that was also beyond his means if he wasn't the armed monkey.


However, Wiglaf didn't want to have to rely on help, he had to do things himself.


And he was a realist, no matter how great Goten's power was, they couldn't fall back on it right now, and they had to help themselves.

Again he let his gaze wander over the ends of the dam, at Travincal there were fewer, not many, but still, and there were buildings there to hide.


Wiglaf looked around, trying to remember his recent visit here.


There, near the embankment, were six larger buildings, all made of stone, two had three entrances, one of which was a real gate.


They weren't good, another was a large hall, a whole side was open in their direction, this building was also no good.


The last three were better though, all of them had only two entrances, just big enough for her and her luggage, inside as far as he could remember it was roomy enough, and the roofs were stable, at least two of them.


These two had an entrance in their direction, the second from the left of all the buildings, was closest to them, and thus met his requirements.

The monsters hadn't attacked yet, they were still moving towards them on the dam.


The foremost were still almost a hundred feet from the fire. Wiglaf was surprised for a moment, they were proceeding much more cautiously than he would have expected.


But then he remembered that these beings also had a memory, they were by no means completely mindless, so you could understand their fear in view of what had been here five minutes ago.


Finally he spoke, Karina had already taken a defensive position at Goten's after her attempts to wake him had failed, Azrael and Nathalia also looked as if they were ready for anything.


Wiglaf said in a clear and commanding voice: "Wedge shapes, me in front Nathalia on the left, Karina carries Goten, there to the second building from the left!


Karina as backing Hydra, when attacking Frostsphere! "(Well, barbarians are good commanders (as stated in the instructions), so they strengthen their companions with their combat orders, I tried to keep his commands short so that they can be understood by everyone (by all of his companions) but not wasted a lot of time fritter away.)



Karina picked up Son Goten and threw him over her left shoulder while Wiglaf went close to the fire that separated her from Travincal.


Nathalia stood just behind him on the left, Azrael on the right, and Karina went into the gap that was behind Wiglaf and next to the other two.


The tension of everyone increased, the monsters were approaching, but they were scattered all over the dam, they were more than enough after all, and if they were to form a group people could just run around them. (Did Wiglaf on the last visit)


They got closer and closer, although everything would inevitably result in violence, murder and manslaughter, no one took the first step.


Although the magically gifted monsters could have let their magic work long ago, they waited.


Nathalia nervously made sure that her blades and armor were right, Wiglaf checked his luggage again, and also his armor.

Karina gripped Goten tighter with her left hand and the staff with her right hand.


In her mind she repeated the spells for the spells commanded, as well as those she could use.


At last the monsters had dared to approach the fire five meters, Wiglaf, like his companions, stood less than half a meter behind their side. Wiglaf nodded.




Hell seemed to break loose for a moment when, with only thirty seconds delay behind the four, three dragon heads shot from fire almost man-high from the ground, back to back, they began to spit fire on the monsters behind the four.


A huge sphere of frost raced through the wall of flames in front of Wiglaf.


Its splinters tore monsters in their path, the sphere itself iced more, and behind the sphere the four began to storm.


But as effective as the frost sphere is with monsters, not all could be hit, there were far too many obstacles (for example shields, now and then a protective armor, or the corpse of another monster) more than two thirds survived the attack almost unharmed.

While they were walking, Wiglaf first met a Zakarumite, a human follower of the Zakarum who has mutated into a demon, but still looks almost exactly like a human.


He carried a lance with which he tried to stab Wiglaf.


But he dodged slightly to the side and cut off the Zakarumite's upper body with his ax, which he had in his right hand.


Blood syringe, seven monsters arrived from the right side, Wiglaf didn't take the time to identify them, but he noticed that two were walking on all fours.


The three outer ones were struck down by Azrael, including the two quadrupeds, Wiglaf brandished his ax and sword, four more problems less, but Zakarumites continued to come from the front, as did dark magicians.


Wiglaf quickened his pace, there were four zakarumites and three magicians who were obviously preparing something.


First he cut off the head of one of the non-magicians, avoided two hastily made lance stabs, as well as a sword blow, then he rammed his sword into the stomach of one of the lance bearers, who collapsed satisfactorily, while he was still pulling his sword, he struck to the sword again.

But Wiglaf countered with his ax, splintered the sword, and let the ax rush into the head of the former servant of the light.


He paid less attention to the lance bearer who tried to impale him again.


He saw the lance too late, he wouldn't be able to evade it, but it slowed down and ricocheted off his armor.


Wiglaf noticed the slit throat and the torn chest, typical handwriting of the assassin.


This had meanwhile reached one of the magicians when he shot a ball of fire at her, she dodged her skillfully by falling to the left, but he scorched her side because she had raised her left arm to protect him.


She barely felt the wound, got up again, and ran on towards the magician, one quick blow and he was a head shorter and could use a new chest.


Then she caught up with Wiglaf again.


Azrael ran alongside the others, another monster tried to break into the right flank and, like so many others, failed on the paladin's blood-soaked sword.

With superhuman accuracy and