"Revelations, Repercussions and Robots Oh My!!" By Ryley Breen aka Shadow Master

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters associated with it are the sole property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemies Inc. Dragonball Z and all characters associated with that show are the property of Funimation. I do not have any claim on these characters and am not making any money on them whatsoever. I am merely writing a fanfic about them for my own personal enjoyment as well as the potential enjoyment of those who choose to read this fanfic. Please do not have your lawyers give me a call to inform me of an impending lawsuit because I have very little money to spare at this point in time.

Note: This is the first time I will be writing a fanfic crossover that has nothing to do with my main field of writing which is Gargoyles fanfic. As such I am not fluent in the lingo and/or slang used by the characters in these respective shows. As such I would ask you to be tolerant of any mistakes or bad lines that I may write in for each character.

Revelations, Repercussions and Robots Oh My!!

Prologue

Unknown Location, Three Weeks Prior, Midnight

There exists some things in this world that have been around for a very long time, that have in some cases been around since the beginning. Some of these things are complex while others are not but in all such instances these objects undergo change, evolution if you will, adapting to the environment and the forces thrust upon them. Some of these things are forms of life like plants and animals but others are more artificial in nature, more unnatural. Created for one purpose, to complete one task and to do whatever it takes to succeed in their chosen purpose. In a stone chamber deep within the ground resides one of these enduring objects, it has existed since before the time of recorded history. Sitting around a circular table were ten robed figures, any identifying features hidden by robe and shadow, their purpose unknown to all but a select few. At the moment these figures are ingrossed in a debate of the utmost importance, discussing a subject that could have profound influences on the future of this world.

"This situation is intolerable! It was bad enough when unit S-4542 disrupted the transferral process the first time but now it has done it a total of three times!" , yelled the robed individual with a medallion incribed with the Roman number, "To make matters worse the subject's second replacement is beginning to exhibit a similar disruptive tendencies as well! It is also showing signs that the spell was improperly placed upon her! We must do something about this!!"

"Calm down Seven. I agree that matters have drifted slightly out of control but it is not yet at the point to warrant such distress." , stated the robed figure with the number two on his medallion, "Our latest report from our operative there shows that both subject's behaviors are back within the designated parameters. On a different note the demon population in that area has gone down dramatically in recent weeks."

"If you had bothered to read the report that was submitted a week earlier you would have discovered the reason for the decrease as well as seen that it is not a good thing!" , retorted Number Seven with undeterred anger, "Subject S-4542 was managable when it only had access to a minor portion of it's abilities but now thanks to the instruction from a powerful demon lord it is straining the powers of the spell greatly! If we do not act now we may not be able to contain it when the transformation begins!"

"Calm down Seven! The time of the transformation is still a year away so we have plenty of time to prepare ourselves to deal with S-4542 and it's replacement." , Number four stated with force, "Besides with 'The End of All' only five years away any damage the two subjects can do to the demon population can only help our cause."

"It is just that sort of foolhardy decision that could be the end of us all Four! It has been almost two millenia since this council has dealt with a wild subject and even then it managed to destroy one of the most valuable assets we had at the time!" , countered Number Seven, "It took us centuries to recover or reconstruct even a small portion of what was lost and now you are willing to risk a reoccurance of just such a catastrophe again?! Inexcusible!!"

"I am afraid that I must concur with Seven's concerns. If the subject was still as it was when it arrived at its current location I might be willing to wait but it has not." , stated Number 9, "We must do something now or risk losing control of the subjects and possible intimate interaction with others of their kind unchecked by the spell."

"You make some valid points Seven and while I do not share your pessimism I propose we put it to a vote." , stated Number One, "All in favor of recalling subjects S-4542 and S-4543 from their locations in the field raise their hands."

Both Seven and one watched anxiously as each member of the circle of ten made their decisions concerning the topic at hand. Sadly as five minutes slowly passed by only two more hands were raised along with Seven's own hand making it three for and seven against the proposed action. This caused great anger in Seven as was visible from the trembling fist that lay on the table in front of him. He had been a known opponent of the continued use of the subjects ever since their true nature had been revealed to him upon his ascension to a place of power in this circle. However time and time again he had been thwarted in his attempts to deal with what he saw as a threat to the very planet as a whole. This mostly due to the fact that he had not enough proof to support his beliefs when he was able to bring them to the council's attention. At this meeting though he had thought that the time had come for him to finally succeed, with a briefcase full of evidence to support his motion. He had believed that once he had presented it to the council they would have no choice but to agree with his plans to deal with the two units. He had not expected them to be so foolish, to in some cases take complete leave of their senses by opposing him once more and state their willingness to risk the world's destruction as well. This vote only compounded his anger at the foolhardy old men who refused to see that they were playing with a ticking time bomb that could blow this entire world to pieces. However since he was only the seventh member of the council there were six other members of the group with the power to overrule him in such matters. He had visited each member in turn with the hope that he could make them see things from his point of view but apparently he had failed.

"The motion is denied by a vote of seven to three." , Number One declared, "This meeting is adjourned until the next appointed time. The whole we serve, the whole we protect!"

"The whole we serve, the whole we protect!!" declared the other members of the circle as they stood and departed from the table.

As the members left it was clear that the three who had voted for the proposal were none too happy about the turn of events. They stayed behind for a moment to voice their displeasure but upon noticing that Number one and Number two were watching them they dispersed and left the room by different exits.

An Apartment, London, Eighteen Days Prior, Evening

"Knock, knock, knock!" came the sound of rapping on the door to the apartment.

Grasping the handle of the cane tightly in his hand he rose to his feet and walked over towards the sound with a slight limp in each step. He had been afflicted with this disability for the past year and he still resented it and the thing that had given it to him. It was a constant reminder of the threat that existed in the unknowing world outside, a threat that he was determined to eradicate at any cost. Upon reaching the door he looked into the peephole and saw the two people whom he had expected to see but still reached behind him for the battle axe that he kept near the door at all times. Some may see that as being a bit paranoid but in his line of work everything was in doubt and nothing was for certain. Therefore it was a prudent course of action to be prepared for anything at any time of the day, that is if one wished to stay alive for a long time. Unlocking the door he merely nodded to his two visitors before glancing up and down the hallway for any eavesdroppers or spies. Once he was satisfied he close the door, re-did the locks and cast a potent protection spell over the entire apartment.

Turning to the men in front of him he asked "I assume you took the necessary precautions before coming here?"

"Of course." Said the first man.

"Definitely." Said the second man.

"Good because from here on in chaps there will be no turning back and no stopping until we have accomplished our mission." , stated the man with the cane, "Have you secured the six units from our storage facility in Edinburogh?"

"They are waiting for us at the airport and I have a cargo plane fueled and fully equipped ready for us." Replied the first man with a small measure of pride.

"Good, good. We shall have to leave quickly. It will not be long before they realize what we have procured from the warehouses and come after us." , the cane wielding man declared, "We must not waver in our chosen path my friends! The others may be willing to neglect their responsibilities to this world but we will not! As soon as we have successfully eluded our pursuers we will proceed with our ultimate plan, the complete and total destruction of the Slayer line!! Starting with Buffy Summers!!"

Chapter One: Just another night of Slayage… or is it?

The Present, Sunnydale, Saint Francis Xavier Cemetery, Midnight

He ran through the night as fast as he could but even then he knew that it was no use, the fear alone was the only thing that propelled his feet onward. He could hardly believe that this was happening to him, they were supposed to be harmless and generally easy prey but that had quickly been proven to be WAY false. He had just been out for a night on the town with his buds when they had spotted a duo fresh meat walking down the street, all dolled up and no doubt heading for the Bronze. It had seemed as though the night would be off to a good start but he had soon found out just how bad things were going to get. Thinking back to the beginning he tried to find some clue that might have tipped them off that these were not your average young women, that there was something different about them. Unfortunately the only thing that might have tipped them off was the fact that these ladies seemed to know that they had been approaching them but had simply not cared. This by itself was nothing special, after one was blond so how bright could they be, but what happened afterward could only be described as crazy!

Now he was running for his life, pumping his legs faster and faster in the hopes that he could somehow lose them among all these crypts and gravestones.

How could they DO that?! , he thought as he went around a fresh grave that had been dug earlier that day, It isn't humanly possible!!

Suddenly he was slammed into from behind with tremendous force that send him face first into the grass covered ground before skidding along the ground into a gravestone. For a few moments he was in la-la land and couldn't move a muscle but as feeling returned to his limbs he managed to move his arms and roll himself into a sitting position. He looked around with panicky glances trying to find what had hit him and see if what was chasing him was around as well. He found nothing but that didn't mean anything to him, as fast as those monsters moved they could be running circles around him and he wouldn't even know it until it was too late. Not wanting to wait around for them to make up their minds, where ever they were, he scrambled to his feet and resumed his desparate run as he looked for some sort of sanctuary. This was definitly shaping up to be one of the worst nights of his entire life and to think that guy in the next town said this place was heaven for their sort of people. Women, beer and more food than most guys knew what to do with all at one time. Oh there was the usual obstacle or two to deal with but in a town like this there were usually a few places where one could hide to avoid the heat. Now it appeared that the only way he was going to stay in one piece was to get out of Sunnydale as soon as he possibly could.

Without warning he suddenly felt like he had been hit in the stomach by a lead pipe by the mother of all demons and had been frozen in place. However when he looked down to see what had hit him he saw not a metal pipe but a slender feminine arm covered by a pink woolen sleeve. Looking in the direction that the arm had come from his expression turned to terror as he recognized one of the monsters that had attacked him and his friends minutes ago. As the shock of the blow wore off he staggered backward before eventually falling to the ground, clutching his gut in pain as the creature advanced towards him. Looking around for something to defend himself with he spotted a tree branch that had most likely been broken off by the storm last night. Grabbing it he immediately swung it at her from his position on the ground but all that it did was shatter as it made contact with her right shoulder. Looking at the shattered tree limb in his hand with utter disbelief he threw it at his attacker in a desperate move to defend himself but it was caught just before it would have made contact with her face. Shaking her head she wagged a finger at him as if she were admonishing a child that had just done a no-no and gotten caught.

"You know you really shouldn't be playing with sharp objects like this" , the she-devil said as she admonished him, "'cause it's only a matter of time before someone gets hurt."

With that she flung the broken tree branch at him and before he knew it the wooden object was embedded in his chest. He knew what was going to happen to him now and that he didn't have much time but he wanted to get out at least one memorable line out to show that he wasn't a complete loser. Thus before the end came he made his decision and said the most profound thing he could think of at the moment.

"This town sucks!!"

With that the slain vampire crumbled to dust, the skin going first followed by the skeleton breaking apart much like a crumbling sandcastle. In the end all that was left of him was a pile of dust sweepings that would be blow away with the next gust of cold air that seemed to frequent cemeteries like this one. As the young woman who had killed the vampire looked down she too had a thought concerning how this whole thing had ended.

"Another day, another dusting." , Buffy said with boredom clearly in her voice, "There has got to be something in this town with better slaying potential than vampires!"

The Magic Shop, Sunnydale, 2 a.m

"You sure she's not looking at my cards?" Xander asked as he eyed the little blonde girl sitting across the table from him.

"I'm sure Xander now ante up!" Willow said with surprising force in her voice.

Still that was to be understandable with the fact that they had each lost seven straight games to their opponent over the past four hours. They had been hanging out in the magic shop for weeks now with little to do and it was beginning to get on their nerves a little bit. Ever since Buffy, Faith and Dawn had received training from their friends over in Japan slaying had been of little challenge to either of the Slayers which meant that help of any sort was generally not needed. After all who needed to ask the Watcher how to kill certain demons when blasting them into tiny smoking bits of bone and ash would do just as well. Add that to the fact that none of the Slayerettes could keep up with either Slayer when they went on the hunt and that meant that all they could do was hang-out and wait for super-gal to come in and regale them with her latest bit of slayage. Before that happened the two founding members of the Scooby gang were determined to salvage their soiled honor and clobber Dawn at at least one game of Poker.

"Fine." , Xander replied as he tossed another bag of Smarties onto the pile of junk food in the middle of the table, "I see your bag of Smarties and raise you a Snickers."

"Too sweet for my blood." , Willow said as she placed her cards face down on the table, "I fold."

"Hahahaha! One down and one to go!" crowed Xander as he looked at Dawn with a terrible Poker face, "You're going down Dawn!"

To this the petite blond merely smiled before glancing down at her hand for a moment. Unlike Xander she was better at hiding her estimation of her hand and so far that ability had been the source of her winning streak. In the cases of both Xander and Willow they unconsciously let little hints drop in the form of mannerisms and fake coughs to let each other know how good their hand was. They mostly did this because they figured that together they stood a better chance of beating their pint sized Poker foe then by themselves. That and the fact that Willow's wicca abilities allowed them to pass needed cards back and forth without the use of their hands have them something of an advantage. The result of this hand however would determine whether or not their efforts had paid off since it looked like Dawn was about to end the game right now.

Tossing in the necessary amount of candy to stay in the game Dawn said "Alright Xander, I'm calling you out! What ya got?"

This is it Xand-Man! This is where you either prove you manhood or lose to a fourteen year old for the fifth time tonight! Xander thought as he gave one last look at his cards.

Dropping his cards on the tabled Xander declared "Full house! Ha! Beat that if you can!"

A smile was broadly plastered across Xander's face and this only got bigger as Dawn took more and more time delaying the showing of her cards. It looked like the duo of mere mortals had finally managed to win one over key-girl and all that was left was for Dawn to drop her cards on the table in defeat and do that thing she did whenever she was angry about losing. The youngest Summers continued the quiet moment by examining her cards again and again while taking the occasional look at her opponent every now and then. Then however something happened that caused the dread of defeat to crawl back into the minds of the Witch and the Zeppo and caused them to lock their eyes on their nemisis' cards. A small grin was creeping up from the corners of Dawn's mouth and there was a weird glint in her eyes that teenagers at that age only used when they had managed to pull something big from behind the backs of their superiors. Slowly, no doubt intending to use the suspense to her advantage, Dawn began to lower the cards down to the table. Watching with eyes as big as saucers Willow and Xander focused entirely on the hand being shown to them, straining to see what cards were to be had there and it was only once they had touched the table that they knew the truth.

"Royal Flush! Sorry Xander but you lose again!" Dawn exclaimed with joy as she reached out with her arms and raked the candy from the pot to her already sizable pile.

All Xander Harris could do was lay his forehead on the table and slowly thump it against the hard wood again and again. Willow on the other hand was apparently muttering a few choice curses she had learned during the course of her wicca work but sadly they would do little more than make her feel a bit better. Watching as their opponent dumped her winnings into a plastic bag they both sweared that somehow they would find a way to one-up the junior high school student. For them it was only a matter of time. After all even super-girls who were trained by two of the most powerful beings on the planet had to mess up sooner or later right?

Just then the door to the magic shop opened up and a slightly messy and torn up duo of Slayers walked in carrying various weapons of destruction and death. Of the two Buffy was probably the most messed up as her shirt top was staying up only due to the fact that one sleeve was still mostly intact. Her pants were a mess of tears and unidentifiable stains and her hair looked like it had been soaked in a vat of hair gel for a few hours. Faith on the other hand was a bit better off since aside from a few tears in her clothing she was pretty much the same as she had been when she and B went off on patrol. The one tell tale sign that she had been in a fight though was the slight black eye she had on the right side of her face that looked like it would take a little longer than usual to heal. Noting their two friend's current state all three at the Poker table dropped what they were doing and Giles, who was behind the cashier's counter doing the book keeping, finished writing a sentence before joining the others in approaching the Slayers.

"Hey Buff! What was the big bad tonight?" , Xander asked as he approached, "Just the usual vamps or did you run into a deranged hair stylist on the way here?"

"Ran into a large demony-thing out behind the university." , Buffy replied as she reached behind the counter to grab a towl, "Looked like one of those rubber monsters you see on that kid show except covered in slime and capable of sprouting miniture versions of itself."

For a moment Xander and the others tried to picture what it must have looked like but it was fair to say that judging by their reactions they all had different ideas of what this monster looked like.

Dismissing the trivial action with a shake of her head Buffy immediately began to walk towards the back room, drops of the slime falling from her hair onto the floor. Needless to say no one stood in her way given that it looked gross and the slime gave off a slightly pungent odor that made Giles begin to make a move for his handkerchief. Once Slayer number one was out of the room the Watcher turned back to Faith who was digging around in the little fridge behind the counter. For the most part it was just used to refrigerate items that needed to remain cold or else they would spoil and be potentially harmful to someone using them in a spell. For Faith though it was a place where she could find some ice or something equally cold to apply to her black eye which in this case turned out to be frozen polar bear eyes. Giles was about to tell her to find something else but then he recalled exactly who he was talking to and decided that it might be better to just let that one go for the moment.

"Um, Faith, do you think you could draw a rough diagram of the demon you and Buffy confronted?" , he requested as he handed her a pencil and note pad, "We have to make sure that it cannot somehow reconstitute itself or affect the area in some other manner."

"Sure." Faith said as she grabbed the pencil and pad out of his hands.

For the next several minutes the black-haired slayer's hands were a blur of motion as she began to draw a picture of the hell-beast. It was one of the things that the trio of super-beings had been doing more and more of since they had completed their training under Goku and Piccolo. Any time they were given a task, no matter how simple, that they determined was either boring or that would take too long at normal speeds they would use their gifts and get it done in a fraction of the time. Unfortunately since this seemed to apply to most things not associated with hanging-out or schoolwork they constantly tested his nerves by risking exposure of their identities to the general public. He had made a few modest attempts to get them to tone it down a little bit but given that they were each able to destroy a mountain with a single blast he was reluctant to press them further. Still if one good thing had come out of the reaching of their respective potentials it was that they had grown closer to each other, especially after Joyce died. It had been a tragic mourning period after Buffy's mother died and it often resulted in one or more vampire nests being turned into a pile of ash due to one of them venting. Eventually Faith moved into the Summers home and from there it was as if they had been sisters their entire lives, they did everything together and leaned on each other for support. The pain was still there in their eyes but it was clear that their friendship was slowly soothing the ache within them and the sparkle of life was returning to their eyes.

As his thoughts concluded Faith finished her drawing of the monster and passed the note pad back to him for inspection. When he had turned it around to take a better look at it he was surprise at the detail and skill that was evident in the drawing of the animal. If he hadn't known better he would have assumed that she had taken this out from one of his demonology books when he wasn't looking. Filing away that little bit of information for another time he looked carefully at the depicted demon and tried to make at least a cursory identification of it. It was shown to be at least the height of the goal posts on the football field and almost one hundred yards long. It looked somewhat frog like although he would have placed it closer to being a toad of some kind and it had six tubes like protrusions on its back. They almost looked like the tops of those cartoon smokestacks you would see at a nuclear reactor in that they were circular and seemed to fold outwards. It was apparently a quadraped with long talon like claws extending from each toe and a mouth full of sharp teeth that reminded him of a sword rack. He almost grinned when he noticed that Faith had decided to include a depiction of Buffy getting hit in the head with what appeared to be a slime projectile. However this depiction did little more than give him an itch in the back of his mind, like he knew he had seen it somewhere before. Turning around it appeared that Willow was already one step ahead of him as she had taken out several old volumes and was ready to begin searching them for a match.

It didn't take too long as there were very few demon beasts which grew to that size and fewer that took on such an amphibian appearance. Apparently the demon beast's name was "T'Karon" and it was a subterranian dwelling monster that rose every one hundred years from hibernation to feed before returning to it's slumber. Quite strong and capable of producing multiple versions of itself for defensive purposes it was considered to be quite dangerous. As for the rest of the arsenal it was pretty standard in that it possessed sharp claws and teeth but apparently the most unique of its abilities was the slime that it had hit Buffy with earlier. It was apparently quite harmless by itself but when mixed with.....

"Oh dear." Giles murmered as finished reading the page.

Not even bothering to tell the others what he had found out he whirled around and darted for the door that led to the rear of the shop. He had to get to Buffy before she did what he knew she was about to do if he didn't get there in time. Once past the door he made a B-line for the bathroom but didn't get very far and would later come to think he should have just yelled his warning.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Buffy from within the bathroom and at the same time a massive shockwave of energy knocked the door clear of its hinges, knocked Giles back to the other side of the room and left several definite cracks in the concrete walls.