Disclaimer: I don’t own either Dragonball Z/GT nor do I own anything concerning Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series! They are the result of a lot of hard work from Akira Toriyama and Joss Whedon. I’m only writing this fanfiction for fun and I’m not making any profit by this story. A/N: Hello everyone! I wrote this story a couple of years ago and first now found this incredible website. So, I thought that I could post this story on tth as well, and also use this chance to revise the story and make it better. Since it has been one of the first stories I’ve ever written, the writing style and the English grammar (I’m German) has been, well, not that good, so I will try to improve this. I don’t know how long this will take and how often I will update, but I try to post a new chapter as often as possible! Well, about this story: It’s a crossover between BtVS, some Angel and Dragonball Z/GT and this takes place directly after the fifth season of Buffy ended. You will see in the beginning that I’ve included some parts of the last episode of that season (this is all Joss’s!), but this was necessary for this story. Alright, if you have any questions, feel free to ask! Otherwise, have fun with this story! Prologue
Dawn was scared. Spike was gone, he couldn’t save her anymore, and she had no idea where Buffy was. Tears ran down her face, crying out in pain, as the Doctor cut the pale skin of her stomach. She barely heard his words, “Shallow cuts, shallow cuts… Let the blood flow… free,” as thick drops of blood ran down her legs and trickled over her feet.
The girl gasped in pain, as she cried her sister’s name, “Buffy!”
The Doctor turned around upon hearing the girl’s cry and a fleeting look of surprise crossed his face, when he spotted the Slayer striding purposefully up to them. “This should be interesting—“
However, he couldn’t do anything, as Buffy simply walked past him and gave him a small shove, which pushed him from the platform. He was screaming, but Buffy ignored him, as she went to the still crying Dawn. “Here,” she mumbled reassuringly, immediately starting to loosen the knots of the rope that held Dawn in place.
“Buffy, it hurts,” the girl whimpered, as the blood ran over her toes and began to drip over the edge.
“I got it. Come here. You’re gonna be okay,” Buffy tried to comfort Dawn, as she finally pulled the last rope off and supported her sister, as she led her limping across the platform to the tower entrance.
But at the same time, the few drops that had fallen stopped in midair as if hitting some invisible ground and a small circle of light appeared, which quickly grew bigger. The portal had opened. Dawn noticed this as well and suddenly stopped, turning to Buffy.
“Go!” Buffy demanded, almost desperately, but forcefully.
Dawn looked past her towards the portal underneath them and then at her sister, a resigned and sad look on her face. “Buffy, it’s started.”
Buffy turned around as well, her eyes falling upon the glaring blue and white light of the portal. Lightning was coming out of the portal, striking buildings and streets, destroying them completely and leaving demons in their ruins. The ground was trembling under them.
Bulma sighed, as she looked out of the window. She still wasn’t used to the peace this world was now living in after almost eighteen years of terror through the androids. Outside in the frontyard she saw her son Trunks sparring with an invisible opponent. She couldn't believe that it had already been two years since he had defeated the Jinzoningen. It really seemed to her, as if it had been a day ago. Trunks would have been nineteen years old now, if it weren’t for the Room of Spirit and Time. Now, after having spent two years inside this room, he was twenty-one. Bulma sighed again. He seemed so depressed the whole past year. He had even let his hair grow again, which he was now wearing tied back in a ponytail, letting just a few bangs hanging in his face. Suddenly Bulma got an idea. Maybe a trip to the past, to see his old friends again, would help him to get over it.
Just a few hours later, as Trunks had just finished his training, Bulma was already waiting for him in the kitchen. He immediately noticed that his mother was planning something. “Hey mom! What’s up?”
“Trunks, eat something, take a shower, pack a few clothes and meet me in the lab in half an hour. I’ve got a surprise for you,” she simply told him.
Trunks wanted to say something, but his mother had already left the kitchen again. Shrugging, not really caring and wanting to think about it, he prepared some cereals for a quick snack, which he finished within a few minutes, and then went up to his room. However, as he opened his closet and started to pack a few clothes into a bag, his mind began to wander almost on its own accord. And his worry started to grow. He really hoped that it wasn’t something bad – after living in fear almost all his life, he had hoped that earth would never be threatened again. Spurred on by this worry, the bag was filled within about five minutes and the shower also didn’t take much longer, and so he found himself down in the lab only twenty minutes later. His mother was standing in front of a tall machine, which was covered with a large piece of cloth. “So mom, can you please tell me what this is about?”
Smiling mischievously, she pulled at the large cover and let it fall to the ground, revealing the time machine. “I noticed that you seemed pretty down in the last few months, so I thought that it might cheer you up to see your friends in the past again. So, what do you say?”
A huge grin lit up Trunks’s face, as he walked up to his mother and hugged her tightly. “It’s incredible, mom… Thank you!” he told her softly.
As soon as he had let her go again, Bulma was already shooing her son towards the time machine. She would miss him of course, but it was far worse to see him like this. She knew that he was lonely, having never had any friends in this time except for Gohan. But then Gohan had died as well and he had been left behind. “Well, what are you waiting for, Trunks?”
“Do you want to get rid off me that desperately?” Trunks asked her, but his eyes were twinkling slightly in humor. Bulma had missed seeing him like this.
Bulma rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. “In a way, yes. I can’t stand seeing you moping around like this, so you better have a huge smile on your face, when you get back… But, stay as long as you want. And don’t forget to say hi to your father.”
“Don’t worry, mom, I won’t,” Trunks replied. “But is it really okay for you?”
“Trunks…” Bulma’s face softened, as she gently wiped a stray strand of hair out of Trunks’s eyes. “Would I send you back to the past, if it weren’t okay for me? You’ve made friends back then and I only want you to be happy. And don’t you dare worry about me! I still have ChiChi and the other guys, so I’m not alone. And now, go! Before I change my mind.”
Trunks could see the tears in his mother's eyes, so he just hugged her one more time, and then jumped right into the only seat in the time machine. He pushed a button to check the instruments and nodded in satisfaction. Everything was okay. After he had typed in the date in the past, when he wanted to arrive, he looked down to his mother. “Everything’s ready.”
Bulma nodded slowly. “Okay, Trunks… Goodbye and be careful!”
“Don’t worry… I’ll be back soon. Goodbye!” Trunks smiled at her and pushed another button. The glass dome of the time machine closed and then rose into the air. Only a few seconds later, it was gone.
When the machine arrived safely in the wormhole, which would bring him back in time, Trunks leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes wearily. His mother had been right. He had been unhappy, but it also hurt him to leave her like that, so sudden. He wished, he could have taken her with him, to see his father, but he knew that Vegeta had his own Bulma in the past. It would only hurt her more to see the happiness of her other self, the happiness the Jinzoningen had denied her.
But he didn’t have more time to brood about this, because suddenly a red warning light lit up and an alarm pulled him out of his thoughts. The instruments in the time machine were going haywire and the machine itself began to tremble violently. Looking up from the instruments, Trunks immediately noticed the source of this disturbance. Right in front of him, in the close distance, was a light blue vortex, which was pulling the time machine in, threatening to swallow it. Trunks pushed a few buttons, trying to get the time machine back under his control. But nothing worked. He was getting closer and closer to the vortex and suddenly the bright light engulfed him.
It was a beautiful day in Satan City. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, everything was perfect. Almost everything, if you were Pan, who was walking alone through the Central Park, surrounded by many happy couples. She hated spring. Everyone seemed to be in love and be loved back. She let out a growl. She had sworn that she would tell him today! She couldn’t take it anymore!
This morning she had decided to tell the man of her dreams that she was in love with him, had been for a few years already. A man who was fourteen years older than her. The man who probably just saw her as his little sister. Trunks.
Pan knew that he wanted to go to the park this day. She had eavesdropped on a conversation between him and her uncle. She tried to find a track on his ki and she succeeded. He was not far from her. But suddenly she stopped, as she noticed something weird. His ki wasn’t alone, Marron’s was with him. But what would she want with him in the park? Could it be…? Pan quickly shook her head. She was sure that it was just a coincident.
It didn’t take long for Pan to get near Trunks. She saw him leaning with one hand against a tree and it looked like he was talking to someone, but she couldn’t see who it was, because the person was standing behind a tree. She took a deep breath, collecting all her courage and walked up to him. At exactly this moment she could make out a bit of blond hair behind the tree and saw Trunks leaning forward and kissing the girl - Marron. Pan could feel anger, pain and despair building up in her body and tears brimming in her eyes.
Trunks noticed the familiar ki flicker up behind him and turned around. “Pan? What are you doing here?” he asked confused, completely oblivious to her inner turmoil.
Pan quickly blinked away her tears. She would never let him see her cry. “Nothing,” she replied flatly, “just taking a walk.”
“Oh, then… I would ask you to join Marron and me, but… Oh well, you’ll be the first to hear the good news.” Trunks put his arm around Marron’s shoulder and pulled her close, with a bright smile on his face. “We’ve been dating secretly for a few weeks and have now decided to take the next step. We’re officially together now, Pan, can you believe it?”
Pan felt her anger rising more and more. She couldn’t believe how clueless he was! Didn’t he see the pain she was in? How could he have never noticed what she felt for him?
“Pan? Are you okay?” Marron now wanted to know.
“Sure, why shouldn’t I?” Pan felt the tears coming back and then noticed that they were now running down her cheeks. She cursed inwardly and quickly turned away from the new couple.
“Pan? Tell me! What’s up? I can see that you’re not okay! Come on! We’ve been best friends for so long! You can tell me what’s bothering you,” Trunks tried to comfort her, but he didn’t realize that this made it even worse.
“Best friends Trunks. Yeah, that’s what we were,” she told him bitterly and took off into the sky, not caring if anyone saw her.
“Pan! Wait!” Trunks shouted and looked back at Marron, who just nodded at him encouragingly, and then followed Pan.
When Pan felt Trunks following her, she sped up even more. The tears in her eyes blurred her sight and she couldn’t see clearly as she was flying. It was much too late that she noticed the big white vortex in front of her. A cry escaped her lips, as she tried to stop, but couldn’t keep herself from crashing into this vortex, which swallowed her whole. “Just great!” she mumbled sarcastically, before she drifted into unconsciousness. But the last thing she heard before her body went limp was Trunks calling out her name.
Buffy turned to back to Dawn as Dawn continued to stare at the portal in shock, but also resignation. It was all her fault and she knew what she had to do now. “I’m sorry,” Dawn said tearfully.
“It doesn’t matter,” Buffy told her calmly and took a step forward. She meant it. It really didn’t matter. It was too late and now she was going to do what she had promised. She would do anything to protect her sister, her own flesh and blood.
Suddenly Dawn lurched forward, trying to run past Buffy, but the Slayer grabbed her, holding her gently at both arms. “What are you doing?” Buffy asked her, confused and shocked.
“I have to jump,” Dawn tried to explain. “The energy.”
“It’ll kill you,” Buffy replied, still not letting go of Dawn.
“I know,” the girl said softly, as Buffy stared at her, understanding about what Dawn wanted to do dawning in her eyes. “Buffy, I know about the ritual. I have to stop it.”
Shaking her head jerkily, Buffy said, “No.”
The whole construction under them shook violently for a second, as the earth trembled again. “I have to,” Dawn cried forcefully. “Look at what’s happening.”
Both looked up as more lightning crackled, even more than before and a huge dragon flew out of the portal. It cried out and soared past the tower, flying away as they followed it with their eyes.
Frantically, Dawn turned back to her sister and said resolutely, “Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop.” A look of anguish and despair had spread over Buffy’s face, as she listened to her sister’s words, which now turned to a plea. “You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood.”
Suddenly Buffy got a look of realization on her face, as memories flooded her mind. Spike saying that it was always about the blood. Her comparing her blood with Dawn’s after the girl had found out about being the Key and saying that it’s the same, that it’s Summers blood. Her saying that Dawn was her, that the monks had made Dawn out of her. And then, at last, the first Slayer telling her that death was her gift.
Frowning, Buffy turned around. In the distance, holes seemed to be opening in the sky, as the dimensional barriers were torn down, but the sky was growing lighter as the sun began to rise.
When Buffy turned back to Dawn, there was a peaceful look on her face., as she had made a decision. Dawn stared at her, wide-eyed, as she also realized, what her sister was about to do. She shook her head slightly. “Buffy… no!”
“Dawnie, I have to,” Buffy told her calmly.
“No!” Dawn replied, disbelievingly. Tears gathered in her eyes again and she felt the sobs built up in her chest.
“Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen.”
Buffy held Dawn by the upper arm and continued talking to her, saying everything that needed to be said.
“Dawn, listen to me. Listen. I love you. I will always
love you… But this is the work that I have to do.” Tears ran down Dawn’s face, as she listened to her sister, and she began to sob, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop her. “Tell Giles... tell Giles I figured it out. And… and I'm okay… And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world... is to live in it… Be brave. Live. For me.”
Buffy gently wiped some strands of hair out of her crying sister’s face and kissed her on the cheek. She took one last long look Dawn, gazing upon her with eyes filled with love, before she turned around, running to the edge, and jumped off of the platform in a swan dive.
Dawn could just watch, crying harder and sobs shaking her whole body, as Buffy fell through the vortex. She couldn’t see how the usually so brave face of her sister was twisted with pain, and couldn’t hear her sister’s screams, as shocks of lightning shot through her body until eventually a peaceful look appeared on Buffy’s face and the portal closed.
With an incredible loud bang, Trunks’s time machine crashed into a wall, as it shot out of the portal. It shattered into a thousand pieces, bringing most of the wall down because of the impact, but Trunks was able to climb out of the rest of the machine nearly unscathed. He just got up and turned around in time to see vortex close right in front of him. Growling, he hit one of the broken parts of the time machine. “Damn! Now I’m stuck here and I don’t know how I can get back.” He looked around and suddenly realization dawned on him. He had no idea, just where the hell he was.
“Hey mom! Look! Someone’s falling from this roof!” a little girl told her mother, pointing to an unconscious falling body.
At the moment the mother followed her daughter’s gaze, they heard something hitting the ground. “Oh my god,” the woman gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Stay here, hon! I look what has happened!” She made sure that her child had understood and then ran over to where the body must have hit the ground. What the mother saw there, shocked her. A girl was lying there, who couldn’t be older than eighteen, with a bad head injury according to the blood seeping through her black hair. The woman slowly got down and felt the pulse. Much to her relief it was still there and she quickly grabbed her cell phone, calling an ambulance.