Mission Aeesu against reason




Hi, I'm Snowflake and I'm brand new here. My friend Neli (you may know her as a starlight) told me I have to come here. I did that, and I brought a little FF with me. It plays between Cell and Boo, Son Gohan is 13. The whole FF revolves around my favorite chara (Chibi Gohan) and my favorite villains .... so be surprised what comes out when they form a team ..... and please write comments whether I should continue !!!!


Have fun!!!


Snowflake aka brandy




MISSION AEESU ------ Part 1


“Gohan?” Kuririn's voice came from the receiver of a telephone that swung back and forth freely on its cord. No Answer. “Hello, Gohan?” The room was empty, but if someone had been here he would probably have sworn that someone had been here a few seconds ago. No Answer. "Are you there? Answer me if you are still there!“The phone kept swinging back and forth as if someone had just dropped the receiver, but there was no one to be seen.” CAN SOMEONE TAKE THE TELEPHONE? GOHAN? CHICHI? HELLOOO ?! "The phone floated back into its holder on its little repulsor cushion, and with a click it clicked into place.




“Where am I?” His question, expressed in the greatest confusion, remained unanswered. The lips from which the words had been formed were pressed together in a thin line that looked almost unnatural in the young face. The boy's eyes, black as night, deep and glittering with the light of alert intelligence, inadequately hid the terrible events that no young being should have perceived, but through which the boy had passed. And those eyes were windows to a ghost that should have gone mad but hadn't.


Short, wild black hair fell just above the boy's eyes, moving slightly in a breeze the boy couldn't feel against his skin.Every muscle in his body was perfectly developed, yet none of them disrupted the proportions of his slender, enormously strong body. He was Son Gohan, the first son of Son Goku, half Saiyan, half human. The strongest fighter in the known universe.


He had no answers to his question.


Gohan noticed that his hand was still raised, as if he was on the phone; she pressed the air against his ear in which Kuririn had spoken until a few seconds ago. So recently, no more than a few seconds ago, he had been standing in the familiar surroundings of the living room of his parents' house. Nothing was familiar to him now, yes, the surroundings no longer even seemed natural to him. He stood on an infinite plain of green grass.


"Where am I ..... am I ... am I ....." his own voice echoed, louder than he had spoken, the sound waves reflected on invisible walls, returned to him, hit his body , pulled on him.He winced. The sound ached, more like burning waves of energy than sound, and all those waves were directed towards his head. His head hurt, his ears rang, his breath caught in his throat. He clutched his head in both hands, almost tearing his own hair out as sudden pain washed through his body.


No sooner had all the noises died away than there was total, unsettling silence. His body felt like the pain had never been.


A light wind, gentle in his touch, brushed his body, tousled his hair and caused a cold chill that ran down his spine. "Not even the wind feels right," he thought, and winced again when even his thoughts seemed to echo in his skull that lasted a few seconds ... or a few minutes ... The time seemed here to be disturbed in their course.


"Do you know where you are?"

A voice that seemed both familiar and strange at the same time asked that question, rolled him over with it, pushed him around, made him stumble.


"No," Gohan replied, convulsing as his answer swept over his body. "No no no no ..." "Be quiet when you speak, it causes you pain." The voice was friendly and vicious. A dear, hellish voice. A voice that worried and destroyed. "Why?" Gohan asked, burying his head in his hands when his own voice attacked him. "Why why why why ..." "That's the way it is in this place." The voice nudged and dragged the small figure around, not letting it catch its breath or regaining its balance, although the boy stood completely still while he listened. It was awful and comforting, tearing his body apart while she was putting it together, making him want to kill and be killed. All of this in a terrifying, wonderful way.“Are you ready to go on your journey?” He felt a desperate need to answer yes and no at the same time, but he struggled to control himself. "What a journey?" he risked saying, although moments of agony awaited him again. "Journey Journey Journey Journey ...." "You are not learning. I will show you."


"And where am I now?" Gohan asked again, relieved when his voice died away normally and did not sound in strange echoes back to his body and into him. He looked around in complete blackness, which, however, did not result from the lack of light, but rather from the absence of objects that could have reflected the light. “In the room from which your mission will start.” “Journey, mission ..... I MUST know what you are talking about!” His patience was exhausted, his curiosity and confusion gave way to the urge for information . “What do you want from me ?!” “I need you ...” the voice paused as if it had been interrupted, “you should only now meet your companions on this mission.Then I'll explain everything. “Stop, wait!” Shouted Gohan, but the presence of the voice, whoever it belonged to, vanished.


"Where am I?" asked a very real voice behind him. The boy spun around, his already surprised expression turning into one of shock when he saw the familiar figure appearing behind him. A white tail ran through the air; it belonged to a small, white body. Shimmering, purple surfaces on the head and body of the being, purple lips in a pale doll face, all these characteristics in the appearance of the being awakened painful memories in the boy that haunted him even now in his dreams. And there was a single name tied to those memories and dreams. Freezer.


But why? Why was HE here? Did he have something to do with ... this mission? The boy's thoughts tumbled wildly in his head. The newcomer's ruby ​​eyes turned to Gohan."Who are you?" "I am ..." Gohan wanted to answer when he was interrupted by a new voice, rougher and deeper than the first. “Where am I?” Freezer and Gohan both turned to see who had spoken. The teen's eyes widened again as another familiar face materialized before both of their eyes. And again all the memories Gohan had of this face were of an unpleasant nature. The face of a being that might best be described as a gnome or a dwarf, with pointed ears and teeth. Big eyes, sunken deep under sharp eyelids; small spots on the temples. The name of the figure echoed through Gohan's memories.


Garlic. Garlic Junior.


The demon opened its mouth, most likely to ask the same question as Freezer, when a third voice rang out. “What is this place?” A deep voice that exuded charisma came from the mouth of a man who towered above the rest of the crowd.The man's face, framed by masses of orange hair, was disfigured by a deep cut that had long healed. Dark blue skin, deep, gloomy eyes, clothes that resembled those of gypsies ..... The memories of this face were not so far back, and yet they were just as marked by pain and helplessness as those of the other two. The man's name, etched deep in Gohan's memory, was quickly associated with this face.


Bojack? Bojack? Why are all these people here? Why I'm here? Gohan's confused mind bombarded him with thousands of questions, but inside he knew that he would be satisfied with a single answer to a single question, the answer to the very question his old enemies had asked. 'Where am I? What is this place? '


Before anyone could say anything, a fifth person, a man, entered the room; like everyone else, he appeared out of nowhere in a way that indicated that his entrance was entirely intentional.The man had a slender, finely formed face, a long, thin nose and high cheekbones. His eyes never seemed to keep their color for long, they were deep blue one moment, bright purple the next, and then emerald green again. His hair, whiter than snow or even the clouds in the summer sky, fell down his gray robes to his knees; the strands that fell over his forehead were supposed to hide the intensity of his eyes, but couldn't.


"This is the space of nothingness to give you the answer to your question," he said. The four dissimilar beings in the room winced at the sound of his voice. Gohan recognized it immediately as THAT voice. Even in this room, where his own voice was completely normal, that voice seemed as full as it was on the grassy plane of the echo. The voice pushed and pulled, full of need and ready to give anything. A quick look at his fellow sufferers showed that he was not the only one who was influenced by the voice in this way.

"You're the one who did such a rubbish with my head, aren't you ?!" Freezer exclaimed first, confirming Gohan's assumption that they had all been torn from their respective realities and transferred to this UNNATURAL place. "Yeah, it was actually me," the man confirmed, his eyes turning a deep sea gray, "but I didn't 'do the kind of shit on your head' as you put it. I was just trying to keep you calm during I spoke. Still, this method seemed a bit too ... cruel to me. Not to mention the fact that none of you were cooperative! Still don't interrupt me, "his eyes suddenly shone in hellish red," or I'll get you straight send back to the fields of silence! "


Everyone present suddenly became VERY quiet.


"Now listen carefully. I am Larkas," said the man, his eyes now gray again with little purple spots, "your reality is about to be destroyed, even while we are