A/N: So to warn right in the start…this is my darkest and most violent fic ever and not my usually type of fic! Yeah of course I have to put up some random humor…And in the start this really isn't for G/CC lovers…like myself sigh . I am huge G/CC lover but sometimes you just have to do some variety, eh? Things can't always go as you want…

But I could never break any of the official DBZ pairings! ( ChiChi/Goku Bulma/Vegeta Kuririn/Juuhachigou Gohan/Videl ) In the end of the fic they'll end up together no matter what said or done! If not, they live alone until they die and reunite in Heaven…

I really don't know where I am going with this…But it's going to be dark I guess…

Disclaimer: The Holy Mighty Disclaimer's truths and advice in real life says: Thou never owned in the past, thou never own in the present, thou shall never own in the future but in the Hell thee can write fanfiction as much as thou want! But never shall thou own…

After this touching and heart braking piece of sucky poem on with this dark piece of fanfiction…

Shadow : Prologue

By Kinoha

He felt something hot and rough pressed against his cheek and it burned like hell. His whole body burned with the same agony. Carefully he turned his face upwards and winced slightly at the pain shooting up his neck and cheek.

Slowly he opened his coal black eyes and saw nothing else than pure blood red in front of his eyes blinking eyes.

" Huh…..?" was all he could say only to find his throat hurt too. Carefully the man sat up to inspect his surroundings. This hurt too. It was funny; he couldn't remember what had happened to him and how he ended up in such condition.

So far as he could see, there was rocky barren landscape, quivering in heat, few dried up trees decorating the picture. The ground was the strangest grovel he had seen. It was gray and almost golden colored in some points. The little pebbles were all very sharp and seemed to radiate certain nastiness. Far away in the distance were mountains or at least he thought so. They were ominous and almost as blood red as the sky were, looking repulsing and just plain deathly.

But those things seemed almost meek compared what he saw when he looked up. The man's eyes filled with amazement and slightest hint of fear was beginning to surface. This place definitely wasn't a safe one he concluded shivering, unable to tear his eyes off.

In middle of the crimson sky was a black sun, cold blue corona visible around it. It was darker than the blackest black and it seemed to suck the light. A black vortex of pure darkness.

With the sheer will power he tore his gaze away from the sight. This went from worse to worst.

The burning of his body made itself known again and he gasped in pain. He looked down to himself. His clothes were torn and soaked in blood. His pants were tattered beyond repair, dirty and bloody. The shirt was half one from the front and coated in crimson liquid as well. Only his boots were in somewhat decent condition. No wonder he felt like shit…

Suddenly he was aware of the heat that made the grovel hot and quivering as it made him sweat matting his usually spiky black hair and gluing his remaining clothes to his injured body. Soaked in sweat with open wounds made it all worse, since the sweat burned them with vigor.

He decided to ignore them. They weren't that bad after all, but he was still weak and was barely able to stand. He had better things to do; like trying to get the information of where the heck he was!

The man stood up with wobbly legs, taking support from a nearby rock only to have his hand burned. He yanked it off quickly and suppressed a reflexive yelp that almost escaped his lips. Something told him to keep it down.

The feeling in the air… he inhaled carefully and a scent of his own blood reached his sensitive nose. He looked down. Damn…the ground was soaked in his half dried blood. This just added to the pressing hot air around him. He gave a quick suspicious glance at the black sun above.

The place felt like death. Pure death and malice.

The man surveyed the area once more. It was death quiet. The only sound was his own ragged breathing and swishing of his remaining wardrobe when he changed his position. It was more than ominous.

The man started to feel pure panic and fear rise within his very soul. It was the environment that did it. The wordless threat floating teasingly in the air promising hell, the scent of death lingering his nostrils or was he just imagining it? His eyes darted wildly around and despite the heat, which was surely over fifty-Celsius degrees, a cold sweat run down the side of his head, down to his strong jaw and fell. It hit grovel and the sound of its 'plop' echoed loudly in the man's ears.

Or was he just imagining?

An urge to run heedlessly away from this feeling was almost overwhelming. He wanted to scream. He wanted someone here with him. He didn't want to be alone in this.

What was wrong with him! He rarely panicked, but… this desert…

He gritted his teeth in frustration, scared look in his black depths. It was the damn sun doing this! He was fast losing the fight in order to keep the panic inside and not to let it take control of his mind.

The unnerving silence…

The undeniable scent of death and his own blood…

The black vortex in the sky…

The whole place…

It encouraged him to let it go…

But his sense told him to shut the fuck up and not in any mind even move a muscle or more less scream out loud. It was this sixth sense, developed over years of training and fighting that hold him in bay. In some absentminded part of his mind he was very thankful to his self-discipline.

Then he became aware of yet another thing. He couldn't sense anything. Just more emptiness, yet his other instincts were screaming that there was somebody and a whole lot of them…He didn't know how much time had passed since he had woken up but it couldn't be more than few minutes. It felt like hours.

And more mystery…how he had ended up in this place in the first place? He couldn't remember…

The man calmed down a little. The panic lessened little but his guard was up more tightly than it had been in years. He concentrated on what could have happened before all this. Nothing…

He looked up in case there was a halo floating around his head. Nothing… At least he wasn't dead…he thought dryly. But why I can't remember? Great…My mind locked itself into a psychological cell…Cell…Cell! He stared into nothingness. I teleported away with Cell who blew himself up…I grabbed Master Kaiou and flew away as fast as I could…the shockwave… Then everything went black… Gohan…

A slight movement just in the corner of his eye stopped his musings. His eyes narrowed and his face went to a serious almost frown. He turned his head warily and getting a glimpse of the person… or being…or something, he whirled around dropping into his unique fighting stance, eyes wide with surprise.

The thing was at least ten feet tall with red skin marred with dark scars. It had piercings all over. It was human bodied except its feet and hands were hairy and with nasty looking black beast claws. A loincloth was its only cloth. Goku lifted his gaze to the supposed man's face and froze. He had never seen such twisted and horrifying face.

The eyes were completely blood red with a tint of yellow in them. No pupil. No white of the eyes. Those terrifying eyes held a mad look in them and it seemed to be looking at him with a sadistic pleasure in its eyes. The face was most ugly thing he had ever seen.

The whole being radiated hate and malice reeking death and rotting corpses. Goku mustered his will power not to cover his sensitive nose with his hand.

Behind the being, appeared more of them. Around twenty more ugly creatures that he now assumed to be demons stood there looking exactly the same. The varied in colors from yellow to black but… Same mad sadistic eyes…

The Saiyajin shivered in utter disgust.

" We haven't had a new plaything for a long time…" The red one rasped out in a voice that promised torture and other bad things. Goku's stand tightened.

" So this one intends to fight back?" one from the group laughed, " This shall prove fun!" He narrowed his eyes more. Goku didn't like this at all. And it seemed like fighting was the only option right now and losing predicted very unpleasant things to happen.

He slowly started to gather his Ki and to his shock nothing happened. The surprise on his face was evident as the group broke out in malicious cackling.

" For you to know…You can't use Ki here since you're out of this place. To use Ki here you have to be born here y'know…And we are!" The red one laughed with fake politeness they had been talking with. The demon smirked. " Little fuckers like ya are a rare pleasure…we've got the hell something to amuse us fuck it!"

" Crap…" he uttered his face crunched up in unreadable expression, but his eyes reflected nothing else than fear as the group lunged at him. But he'd be damned if he went down without a fight!

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There! This is only prologue! Trunks and Goten will appear in second chapter which I will add and write if this story proves to be worth of writing… So I assume you know what to do? Yes! Push the button!