Summary: Link battles the revived Ganon on Snowhead one day and defeats him only to be sucked away to the planet Earth where he meets Jet and Kari and forms a team of fighters to defeat the dark lord and steal back the Triforce of Power...
WARNING: some violent descriptions... later on anyway..
NOTE: the first chapter makes several references to Poke'mon and Digimon but it is in no way shape or form a oke'mon/digimon/Zelda crossover
later on it will become a DBZ/Zelda crossover
Categories: Fan Fiction Characters: Link (OoT & MM)
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 53 Completed: Yes
Word count: 111584 Read: 108647
Published: Mar 13, 2004 Updated: Jul 14, 2004
The Next Battle Ensues by BOEG
Chapter Nine: The Next Battle Ensues
“Those don’t belong to you, Freiza!” Goku yelled, pointing at the gleaming Dragonballs in his hand.
“And they belong to you all of the sudden?” Freiza asked, still smiling.
“No… but I deserve them more than you do… you’re nothing but evil,” Goku said, angered.
“I do not care about your opinions, saiya-jin,” Freiza said.
“Let’s get this over with, Freiza,” Goku said calmly.
“Fine,” Freiza agreed. Goku and Freiza flew into each other, attacking each other with strong hand to hand moves, punches and kicks hitting the two fighters at an incredible speed. Goku shot a large Ki blast at Freiza who dodged and retaliated with a blast of his own. Goku caught the attack, then spinning around, he threw the blast to the ground, leaving a burning hole behind.
Freiza flew forward, kneeing Goku in the chest and punching him several times. He flew backwards quickly, trying to gain distance, but Freiza was on him again very quickly, eager to assault him. He kicked the saiya-jin in the face hard, then spun around and whipped him with his mighty tail. Goku surrounded himself in an electrical aurora, blasting Freiza and preventing him from attacking effectively for several seconds. Freiza shot blast after blast of Ki energy at the saiya-jin, but neither seemed to be winning.
Link could do nothing but stand by and hope that Goku would win and steal the Dragonballs from Freiza. He had never seen anyone move that fast until this very moment, and the speed in which the fighter’s battled still amazed him. He sat down on the grassy field, waiting for someone to gain an edge in the battle. He had a feeling it would be a rather long wait, but he was willing to stay until it was over.
The old chair had made the same noise since Jet was nearly three. It was a sturdy wooden chair, and Jet loved to rock back and forth in it when he had something on his mind. It made a creaking noise, annoying to most, but soothing to him. It was the little things about his house that Jet loved, the things that made him remember his innocent past. He was not proud of the man he had become, despite the achievements he had made. Indeed he had done much in his twenty-one years of life, but the path he traveled down to reach those goals was less than honest.
When he was a small child nothing fascinated him more than the dream of becoming a Poke’mon master. When at last he reached the age of ten, not having enough money to become a licensed trainer, he stole his Poke’dex and poke’balls. Stealing had been a very important part of his life. Nothing was ever simply given to him, and no one in the town seemed to notice him, poor and parentless as he may have been. He was alone. He feared to seek help the few times it was a possibility, and indeed tried to stay away from people as much as possible.
The one thing he had ever had given to him was a gift from his father, just numerous days before he died. His father had given him a yin-yang, something he never once took off. On days when he felt the most alone and weak, he would sit in the old chair and stroke his yin-yang. None of his worries or problems went away, but he momentarily forgot about them.
“Hey…umm… would you mind some company?” Zelda asked quietly, appearing from behind Jet in the dark dinning room.
“Actually…. I kinda came down here to be alone,” Jet said, staring out his window.
“Oh… I guess I’ll leave then,” Zelda said in a slightly disappointed tone, beginning to turn for the stairs.
“No…you can stay down here….” Jet said.
“Okay…I will then,” Zelda said.
“Quiet night, eh?” Jet asked, looking over his shoulder.
“Yes… it’s kind of nice if you ask me,” Zelda said.
“Yeah…. I feel pretty comfortable in the dark…. No one’s looking at me or judging me…” Jet said quietly.
“No one is anyway,” Zelda said.
“No…. not anymore…. But… heh heh…. Nevermind…. I always start to do that with you…I start to tell you something that I shouldn’t,” Jet said, laughing slightly.
“No…the only thing you do that annoys me is you don’t finish what you try to tell me,” Zelda said.
“Well…. What I was going to say was that I used to love bright cheery days. Ya know the kind, birds chirping, sun shinning. But people have to go and judge you. I was the poor kid, the scruff, the loser. No one liked me, and it’s probably the reason I hated everyone. No one was there… you know what that’s like? No… of course you don’t…. you’re royalty,” Jet said.
“It’s not that great…. Trust me….when your father’s the king you don’t exactly have the best family relationship….he’s the busiest man in Hyrule,” Zelda said in a slightly hurt tone.
“Hey… I’m sorry…. It’s dumb to assume that you have the perfect life…. I guess I’m a good example of everything I hate,” Jet said.
“It’s okay… you didn’t mean any harm by it,” Zelda said.
“Yeah… but that brings me back to the point of all of this… I’ve changed. A lot. I love darkness. I feel safe in it. Like no one is there forming opinions of me based on the clothes I wear, or the way I talk, or the condition of my house…. Sorry about going on,” Jet said.
“It’s okay… I understand what you mean…. Again I’m afraid I can’t relate to you, but… I understand,” Zelda said.
“Thanks….” Jet said quietly.
“For what?” Zelda asked.
“For caring,” Jet said.
“Anytime….anytime,” Zelda said.
“I… umm….I…. uhh….screw it,” Jet said lowly.
“…tell me,” Zelda said.
“I can’t…. not yet… I still dunno,” Jet said.
“Don’t know what?” Zelda asked.
“Don’t know how....umm…. never mind…please give me some time,” Jet pleaded.
“You can have as much time as you need, but I am kind of worried about it,” Zelda said.
“…So am I,” Jet said.
“We should both get some sleep….tomorrow’s going to be a long day,” Zelda said.
“Good idea…goodnight…. Again,” Jet said.
“Goodnight,” Zelda said back.
“Kame…..Hame……Ha!!!!” Goku yelled, the large red beam hitting Freiza and exploding upon impact. Freiza was now enraged beyond belief. The fight had lasted entirely to long in his eyes, and he intended to end it. He raised his hands, and two large red energy discs slowly formed above them. “Freiza…. Honestly…. You’ve tried that before…. Do you really think it will work twice?” Goku asked, getting in a ready stance.
“Looks like it is time to see,” Freiza yelled, launching both of the energy discs at Goku with full force. He flew away quickly, the energy discs in close pursuit. He knew that the only way he could stop it was to either make it hit something, or counter it with an even more powerful attack. He began by trying the first method. He flew all through the field, the heat of the discs just mere feet behind him. The discs cut through trees, grass, even sheer walls of stone. They continued to follow Goku. He flew down low near where Link was, and veered upwards at the last second, praying Link was smart enough to predict his idea.
To his relief the Hylian unsheathed his Master sword and hit the first energy disc with all of his might, sending it careening out of control into a wall. The second disc still followed close behind Goku and he knew that Freiza would not let this one go so easily. He flew around in several circles, the disc closing in on him more and more, until it was mere inches away from him and any sudden movement could kill him. He shot a Ki blast at the disc and it bounced off harmlessly, giving him enough time to fly above the disc.
He charged his energy, a golden aurora surrounding his body, swirling electricity flying around his muscular body. In that moment he was transformed. His brown eyes glowed a radiant blue, and his black hair was now spiky and erect, golden as the aurora surrounding his body. He was a Super saiya-jin. He flew at the disc head on, veering to the left and shooting several Ki blasts at the ground, smoke surrounding the field. Goku landed, and the energy disc cut through the smoke, trying desperately to sense Goku’s energy level through the smoke caused by the Ki blasts.
The disc flew over his head, and he barely ducked in time, several strands of his spiky golden hair falling to the ground. The disc went wildly through the smoke, nearly decapitating Goku at least four times. He needed a new plan and he needed it fast. Finally he decided to make the only move he could think of. He flew out of the smoke and straight toward Freiza, stopping for several seconds to wait for the disc to catch up to him, then bolting off to the left. The movement caused the disc to cut the changeling’s arm, and he dropped the Dragonballs.
Link caught the balls quickly, then threw them to Goku, who flew off before Freiza could see him escape with the four Dragonballs. They had done it. They had stolen back the Dragonballs, and with four in their possession, they needed only three more to end Freiza’s reign of terror and save Hyrule. Freiza landed in front of Link.
“Give those to me,” Freiza demanded calmly.
“No… they don’t belong to you,” Link answered.
“You fool! I didn’t come here to play games! Give me those Dragonballs!” Freiza yelled in a commanding tone.
“No,” Link answered again.
“AAh! You will die for this!” Freiza yelled. He plunged his arm through the Hylian’s chest, blood spilling onto the grass and sickening Link. He fell to the ground. “Now… will you give me what I want?” Freiza asked. Link struggled extremely slowly to his feet. He moved forward and unsheathed his blade, the metal heavy for his wounded body to carry. “This is an outrage!” Freiza yelled. He grabbed Link by the neck and squeezed with all of his might until the energy disappeared from his body. Freiza threw the limp body to the ground and kneeled in front of it. “Now… for my Dragonballs,” Freiza said proudly. He searched the Hero of Time’s pockets for several minutes, and found nothing. “No! they must be with the monkey then!” Freiza yelled, flying off without another word.
Several minutes had passed, and by and by, Goku landed in front of Link’s motionless body. He had powered down, his hair back to it’s natural black color. He looked at Link. He was bleeding everywhere, the green color of his Kokiri tunic nearly gone from the blood all over his body.
“You didn’t have to protect me! I could have handled him,” Goku said.
“It’s…. my job…. Right….partner?” Link asked slowly.
“Yeah….. partner… come on…. let’s get you out of here,” Goku said, beginning to lift Link’s body.
“No…leave me here…I’ll be a distraction to the mission… I’m wounded….. asking you to take care of me and hunt for the Dragonballs at the same time is suicide for both of us…. Better one of us die then both of us,” Link said calmly.
“If that’s what you really want,” Goku said quietly, lowering his head.
“Yeah…go kill Freiza…you can do it, Goku…I know you can,” Link said slowly.
“Wish me luck,” Goku said, placing Link’s Master sword in his left hand. He crossed the blade over his chest, then lay his head back, a peaceful look upon his face. Goku would kill Freiza. He flew off.
Night had gone and passed, neither Zelda nor Jet getting much sleep. Both had sat awake in their beds that night, thoughtful of many things. The next morning was slightly awkward, both of them tired and worried about one thing or another. Sun flittered in through the window, the light hitting the floor and brightening the house. The windows in Jet’s house lit up everything in the dinning room quite well, and indeed Jet rarely had the lights on in that room, even at night.
“So…didya sleep well?” Jet asked, his voice piercing the silence like a blade through flesh.
“No….” Zelda answered, staring into space.
“Oh? Why not?” Jet asked.
“I was thinking….” Zelda answered.
“About what?” Jet asked curiously.
“Ganon…. He’s becoming stronger and stronger…and I just know that he’s going to come after us soon…. And if he keeps getting stronger like this…. Then I don’t really know what we can do to stop him… even with three pieces of the Triforce,” Zelda answered.
“Oh…ya just gotta have a little more hope!” Jet said loudly in a happy tone.
“Yeah… hope….he just keeps coming back…it’s impossible to get rid of Ganon… he’s not a being…he’s a plague of Hyrule….and every time he gets revived he becomes more powerful and wise in the terrible art of Black magic,” Zelda said in a hopeless tone.
“Zelda….come on….this isn’t like you…why are you so worried about Ganon alluva sudden?” Jet asked.
“Link’s been gone an entire day and night….and I can’t help but get the feeling that Ganon had something to do with it,” Zelda answered.
“It’s gonna be fine… Link can handle himself remember? I believe those very words came outta your mouth,” Jet reminded Zelda.
“Yes….I suppose so….” Zelda said in a distant tone, as if her mind was somewhere else.
“So…. Do ya want anything to eat? I’m not the best cook in the world, but I’m sure I can whip something up pretty quick,” Jet offered.
“No…I don’t have much of an appetite…. And unless I’m mistaken….i don’t really think you do either,” Zelda said.
“You know me way too well…okay…but I figured I’d ask,” Jet said.
“Thanks anyway,” Zelda said.
“Mhmm….so you ready to go then?” Jet asked.
“Yes…I am,” Zelda replied.
“Fine then…let’s go!” Jet said in an excited tone. On this day he wore his old gym leader outfit, a brown pair of baggy pants and a shirt of the same color and material. He had a brown sash around his waist and a cape about his neck tied in a knot. He wore black boots and black gloves, his digivice strapped to a belt on his waist.
“Let’s do this…” Zelda said.
“Digi-Port Open!” Jet yelled, and the digivice let open a vortex of swirling energy and data that would take them to Hyrule in seconds.
Grey clouds formed in the sky. It was going to rain very soon, Jet knew this. The air had a certain scent to it, along with a certain feeling of dampness. Jet loved that feeling. Darkness seemed to give him a certain energy, a feeling inside, a confidence almost. It was nearly impossible for him to describe, but it was there, and he loved it.
“So….where do ya wanna go first?” Jet asked.
“Hmm…Hyrule castle…I’m not sure if Link will be there or not, but it’s usually where he goes after battles,” Zelda answered, now wearing her royal dress.
“Okay…off to the castle then….but uhh… are you sure they won’t mind me there? I mean it is a castle after all….and I’m not exactly the royal type,” Jet said cautiously.
“Neither is Link, don’t worry about it okay? If you’re a friend of mine, then you’re a friend of my father’s and that means you have the whole Hylian army on your side….relax a little,” Zelda said, giggling.
“Okay…away we go,” Jet said, walking through the open drawbridge into the market ahead.
The market was full of activity as usual, children running after cuccos and dogs roaming the back alleys, Hylians trying to strike a bargain and angry shopkeepers chasing them away. A slight drizzle of rain fell upon the heads of the people, but none in the market noticed it, and they continued their daily life of trade and argument.
“So you’re really sure that I won’t get killed on sight? I mean they won’t like see me and launch spears through my chest or anything?” Jet asked nervously.
“Don’t even talk like that. You’re so silly when it comes to these things. You know a real easy way to have daddy welcome you?” Zelda asked.
“No….not exactly,” Jet said.
“Show them your hand. When they see that you bare one of the sacred triangles they will know that you aren’t an enemy. Ganon is the only pure evil fighter wielding a piece of the Triforce. So just…come on,” Zelda said, dragging Jet by the hand down the cobblestone road leading to the castle. There were grassy hills of stone all around the dirt road that led to the closed gate, where a Hylian soldier stood guard. He wore a helmet with a red feather stuck in it, and held a long wooden spear with a bronze tip.
“Ah, your highness, we’ve missed you,” the soldier said in a warm tone.
“Yes Jonphor, it’s really nice to be home again,” Zelda said.
“And who is this?” Jonphor asked, looking Jet up and down. He felt he fit into Hyrule a little more with his training outfit on, but apparently he still stood out for some reason unknown to him. maybe it was his hair style.
“He is a friend of mine…his name is William,” Zelda said in a proud tone, her chin raised towards Jonphor.
“Jet,” Jet said, correcting Zelda.
“Excuse me?” Jonphor asked, confused.
“My name is Jet,” Jet answered.
“But the princess just said it was William,” Jonphor said.
“My name….is Jet!” Jet yelled, angered.
“Fine…Jet…let’s see how the guards react to your attitude,” Jonphor said.
“No Jonphor! Stop this madness at once! He is my friend and if you so much as tell a guard one thing bad about him I will see to it that your pay is reduced!” Zelda yelled.
“No! I only get fifty rupees a month as it is, princess! Please don’t do this to me!” Jonphor pleaded.
“Fine… let me and my friend through then,” Zelda ordered.
“As you wish your highness….although I do counsel against it…his type can’t be trusted…they’re scum….the poor ones….the ones without homes or families,” Jonphor said. Zelda and Jet walked on.
“I see what he’s like…he’s just like those kids that used to be in Pallet town,” Jet said.
“What happened to all of those kids that made fun of you anyway, Jet?” Zelda asked.
“They all went away to become Poke’mon masters, then entered my league, I beat the crap out of them in Poke’mon battles, and they left me alone….forever,” Jet answered.
“And what was up with you flipping out on that soldier? That was rather childish of you, don’t you think?” Zelda asked.
“Look….my name is Jet….I hate my real name…nah hate isn’t a strong enough word….I loathe it! It’s part of my past…I only tell a few people my real name…it’s like opening up a door into my secret life.... it’s like someone reading your thoughts…do you know what it’s like to have that feeling? Like someone can see inside your bones?” Jet asked.
“I’m sorry…you told me something personal and trusted me with it….and I let it out…I’m sorry,” Zelda said, walking away quickly, her pink dress swaying gently in the damp breeze. He had blown it. He had hurt Zelda. The one thing he never wanted to do he had just done. He knew now that he loved her. He was completely absorbed by her, every movement she made, every word she said. He loved her, but his chances were gone. He trudged slowly into the castle.
Jet walked slowly into the open drawbridge, two Hylian guards standing on either end of it, their silver armor and weaponry gleaming despite the rain that had begun to pour. They eyed Jet cautiously, not trusting him at all, but the princess had granted him permission to enter, and they weren’t about to disobey a direct order. The castle was amazing to Jet, the tapestries hanging from the smooth stone walls depicting adventures of soldiers defeating Moblins, and they entire castle lined with red carpet, even the floors of the hallways.
The entire castle was bathed in unfamiliar lore, and it was almost like a fairytale to Jet. Everything was so amazing in Hyrule, and Jet loved the planet. He wished he lived here instead of Earth, for all of Hyrule just felt purer somehow. He loved the natural beauty of Hyrule, the fact that no skyscrapers lined the skies, no bridges crossed large oceans and that there was no pollution. It was perfect. He walked into the main room of the castle, and there was the King, Harkinarian, seated on his golden gem inlaid throne.
King Harkinarian was an old man, rather large and short, a long white beard on his face, and bushy eyebrows, but a kind smile and nice eyes. He wore a red robe with the Triforce symbol on it, and had a blade sheathed at his side. Beside him sat Zelda, a hurt look in her eyes. It was enough to make Jet cry as he knew it was all his fault, but he wouldn’t show that much emotion, especially in front of the king of Hyrule himself.
“Ah, welcome, Jet. So you are a friend of my daughter’s eh?” the king asked, his old voice soothing compared to the hard tone Jonphor and the rest of the soldiers had.
“Yes…I would like to think so anyway. We are very good friends, your highness,” Jet said, bowing.
“Get up…I am the king but I hate it when people humble themselves in front of me because of the title I hold. I am a Hylian just as anyone else, the only difference is the family I was born into,” the king said.
“Yes, of course your highness,” Jet said, getting up quickly.
“Ah… you don’t get it. I don’t want you to look at me and be frightened because I’m the king. And your highness gets annoying after awhile. Don’t refer to me like that when you talk to me,” the king said.
“Yes your-…. Yes,” Jet corrected himself.
“Daddy, has Link been here? We figured we would find him here,” Zelda asked.
“No Link never came around here…is he missing?” the king asked.
“Yes…he’s been gone for a day, and we need to find him,” Zelda answered.
“Do you believe it has anything to do with Ganon?” the king asked.
“Maybe…” Zelda replied.
“Whatever happened to him, we need to figure it out soon,” Jet said.
“Let’s go look for him tonight, if you still want to,” Zelda said.
“Yeah…let’s do it,” Jet said.
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