Half Breed

Inuyasha is copyrighted to Rumiko Takahashi. Dragonball Z is copyrighted to Akira Toriyama. This story is for the entertainment of fans only. Please, R&R!

It seems that combining Saiyan blood and human blood begets a powerful hybrid…

Vegeta

Such power is unheard of in a demon…

Naturally! I'm a half demon!

Takemaru and Inuyasha

Chapter One

"No, no, no!"

Gohan gripped the sides until his knuckles turned white and sweat built up on his brow. His bangs stuck to his face and his eyes were wide as saucers. The familiar rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins. His ki rose, if only slightly as his eyes looked over the grim situation. Heroes had fallen or been whisked away, vanished in one swift attack from the enemy.

"No, no, no!" he said again. "You're being an idiot!" He almost screamed that last line. Everyone that had been trusted had been a traitor, everyone that had been strong had fallen and here they were attempting to go on alone?

"Idiot, Idiot, Idiot!"

Couldn't he smell the blood that he was practically wading through? Couldn't he feel the obvious ki that far outweighed his own? Couldn't he sense all the danger his friends had just fallen prey to? He asked himself all these kinds of questions for a long time. Just what he wouldn't give for the ability to jump in. Maybe he wasn't a seasoned warrior yet like Daddy was but he had seen a lot. He'd seen that Cell was destroyed and had even managed to convince Daddy after a few months to come back to life. Goku had thought the earth safer without him but Bojack's appearance had changed all that.

Gohan smiled. Daddy was near, he could feel his ki. He could feel Mother's too. Lately, he felt something else too. Not quite a ki but more than just a feeling as well. He shook his head, slipping from reality and back to the blood stained battle. The last warrior standing approached his nemesis with determined eyes but a broken spirit and a lack of strength then-

"Gohan! Lights out!"

DARN!

Gohan closed the book, thus canceling out his imagination's visions and looked up as his father walked in. "We have training tomorrow, remember?"

"I remember Daddy!" he replied, setting the book down. "I was at a good part though."

Goku chuckled, "You still reading that?"

"Naw, I finished it the day I got it but I like reading it again." He smirked "besides I haven't been able to get the next one yet." He shifted his eyes upward and grinned his boyish grin. "Unless of course, my sweet Daddy thinks he can squeeze that in after training tomorrow…"

"In other words, will I buy you the next one?" Goku translated as he sat on his son's bed and turned the light off.

"…Well, if you want to put it like that…" Gohan said, eyeing him with that coy grin. "I like to think of it as just Daddy's way of being the generous man he is."

"Imp!" Goku ruffled his son's hair. "How about this? You go to sleep and we'll see after training okay?"

Gohan beamed; that was Daddy-talk for 'yes.'

Gohan smiled and said "hey, Daddy?"

"What?"

"I…I'm really glad you came back."

Goku smiled back and laid down on his son's bed, "Me too, little man."

"Why did you stay away Daddy?"

Goku sighed; this was becoming a favorite topic. "Gohan, haven't we been through this before?"

He bowed his head "Sorry, Daddy. I'm trying to understand it."

Goku couldn't very well blame him. Those few months he'd spent in the other world with King Kai had been horrific. Not because of the living circumstances, as Goku was a mountain boy, always had been so the lack of a furnished home and such had not been a problem. It had been the emptiness of spirit. He missed his wife's cooking and Gohan's laughter. He'd missed the feeling of a "home."

He had endured him solely with the knowledge that his family and the earth were being spared monsters because he was now gone. That sense of relief had not lasted long. When Goku had witnessed Bojack's attacks tearing his family and friends apart, it had killed him inside and out. He was unable to help and he knew if one came then more were sure to follow. Life had taught him that. It seemed his absence had not stopped the danger.

He'd gone to New Namek shortly after, asked what they thought as he knew well enough how much they wanted peace and would surely not be biased as much as even Dende would be. Dende may have been the new Guardian of Earth but he was also Gohan's friend. He didn't want to come back because his own emotions were ripping his heart to pieces nor because someone else pitied his own pain. He wanted what was best for his family and for the earth.

The Namekians had summoned Porunga in answer to his question.

Goku had come home to hugs and kisses and excitement and plenty of tears. But it was questions like this that drove home the damage his act had done. He had done it to protect but it had caused such confusion on Gohan especially. ChiChi, being older, understood better what his intentions had been. To Gohan, he'd placed the blame on himself and Goku was still repairing the damage though much of it had been mended, solely because he and Gohan had always had such a trusting and close relationship. It made repairing damages easier.

"I know, son. I thought I was protecting you."

"By going away?" Gohan replied "I don't understand that."

"Well, it seemed like a lot of the bad guys we wind up fighting come after me. I thought-"

"Not them all Daddy!" Gohan interrupted. "You being here HELPED us beat them, not the other way around."

Goku took Gohan's cheeks into his hands "I know Gohan, I know that now. You have to understand what I was trying to do. Even I make mistakes, okay?"

Gohan's eyes faltered a moment but he smiled and nodded "Good thing too now I can get away with them too."

Goku scoffed but laughed "You've gotten away with plenty. And now you're stalling. Get some sleep. We can train that new power of yours some tomorrow."

Gohan grinned "You know Mother has eased up a ton since you came back. She doesn't pound the studying on me so much anymore. Why-"

"Gohan."

"Hmm?"

"You're stalling. Sleep."

"But I want to know that-"

"Gohan!" Goku's eyes were stern but he was laughing. "You're acting like you're five again! Go to bed."

Gohan pouted but he did lay down and Goku reached out, ruffling his hair "get some sleep and we'll have lots of time to talk tomorrow, alright?"

Gohan nodded and turned onto his belly, curling his legs up and scrunching his pillow up into a bunch. Goku sat on his knees by the bed and rubbed the boy's back. "You're spoiled, Gohan."

Gohan just grinned "I know."

Goku rolled his eyes but laughed and kept it up. He liked these moments. He'd missed them deeply. More than Gohan would ever be able to comprehend until he had children of his own most likely. It was a desire to protect unlike anything else before. True enough, Goku cared for his wife and for his friends as dearly as if they were brothers and sisters but a child held a special part in his heart, as it did in any parent's heart. Being away had been murder on his spirit but as long as he knew his family was safe, he'd been willing to endure it. When that safety had vanished, he'd come back and with great pleasure.

Still, it was frustrating to have his son so frustrated and confused. Goku didn't know how else to explain it other than he'd done it to protect him. Perhaps in time, Gohan would understand.

He smiled now. Regardless, their relationship had not been tarnished. Goku looked forward to the next day, the training and play that it would bring. Gohan was getting older but he had yet to draw away from play and for Goku that was just fine. He sat there, just stroking his son's back for the longest time, thinking and treasuring the moment.

Drawing his hand away finally, he knelt and kissed Gohan's temple a moment before going out and to his own bedroom.

He was glad to have his wife back too.

Black

Not night, not that kind of black but deeper. It looked like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber except instead of everything being shrouded in white, it was pitch black. Gohan stood up, looking around. No…it didn't look like the Time Chamber…it was the Time Chamber. He saw the building now, broken down with holes, ash and fire. Crackling of some remaining flames were rendering what remained of the beds and curtains into forgotten memories. Gohan stared, trying to comprehend the meaning behind this. He had spent a year in here and had created many memories here with his father. Seeing it rendered to nothing like this was more than a little unsettling.

"Who did this? Who's in here?" he demanded, turning around, seeking out the landscape for a foreign ki as well as anything odd his eyes would catch. He was trained to be well equipped to deal with any battle or he liked to think so anyway. He didn't know all the experience of his father or his fellow fighters but he had far more battle experience than most twelve year olds. He knew to listen as well as look, to smell as well as feel.

He felt nothing yet his heart felt cold.

He raised his own ki a moment then realized that would draw everyone in the place so he dropped it down to zero.

"Son Gohan."

The voice was right behind him, so close he felt warm breath on his ear. But no ki, no aura, nothing like that. Even if one dropped their ki down, usually a "feeling" or an "aura" like Krillin called it, was still there. Gohan had felt none of this. He whirled around, his fists up and heated with a masenko blast if need be.

He was met with a girl, his own age, standing there silently and gracefully, almost like a ballerina would pose on their toes with seemingly little effort. She had long white hair and wore a white kimono, like those that Mother and Bulma would bring out for the festival days. It was very old fashioned. In her hands, she carried a silver mirror that shimmered with the only light in the darkened realm of time and space.

That wasn't what made Gohan's ki go up and he border on transforming to a Super Saiyan Level Two right there.

Her eyes.

Gohan had learned a long time ago that one could read anyone's soul by their eyes. Raditz had carried eyes full of ruthlessness and greed but also a sense of pride in who he was, the kind of blood he carried. Vegeta's carried an aura of a tormented soul, one that was confused by years of pain and loneliness that now Gohan saw assuaged as of lately. Daddy's were always so full of life and happiness, a carefree purity that Gohan took comfort in.

This girl…

Her eyes were grey and completely empty.

No pain, no loneliness, no happiness, no anger, no hate, no motivation…just emptiness.

She regarded him with this empty shell of a soul.

"Give me your soul."