Chapter 2
by 
Sr-DarkRock
What's next?
W-Where am I? (Fallout 3) "Route 1"
Summary: She didn't know how or why, but she had ended up in these wastelands and foreign lands of flora ... Besides, the air had a horrible smell to the point of causing shivers in her body because it was a disturbing mixture of , hatred and much suffering; which made her want to vomit.
Disclaimer: I do not own the "DBZ-DBS" anime/manga or "Fallout 3" and the other games in the saga; and the only thing I own is this alternate/parallel story that I wrote for fun.
"Talking"
"Thinking"
"KameHameHa!" Attacks / Skills / Ki / Techniques
Reading / News / Intercoms
War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of humanity, when our ancestors discovered they could kill with rocks and bones, blood has been shed in the name of God, justice, or simply psychotic rage.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire out of its lust for gold and territory. Hitler turned Germany into an economic superpower on the back of dark things.
In the 21st century, war was still being waged for the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: oil and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the United States would annex Canada, and the European Community would dissolve into disputes ... Disputes between states and nations, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
Many horrors and crimes had occurred throughout history, but few matched the and violent acts that nations would commit in the name of all they could claim for themselves. Some optimistic souls thought that wars over these resources would be the turning point for humanity, the crucible that would forge a future of peace. After all, how could things get any worse?
They were wrong.
The end of the world came about almost as we had predicted: too many humans, not enough space or resources for everyone. The details are trivial and useless, the reasons, as always, were purely human.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, man's destructive nature had run its course. In just 2 hours, the Earth was almost clean of life ... Not only human, for this great cleansing affected all life on the planet, an atomic spark struck by human hands that quickly spun out of control. Spears of nuclear energy rained down from the skies and the world was plunged into an abyss of fire and nuclear radiation. Continents were swallowed up in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinct, their spirits part of the background radiation that covered the Earth.
But despite what many predicted, it was not the end of the world. The apocalypse was merely the prologue to another bloody chapter in the history of mankind.
For man had succeeded in destroying the world, but war? War never changes.
The US capital, Washington DC, was before the war a shining example of society. But in the early hours of the Great War, it was reduced to a hollow, radioactive shell of its former self. The Earth was saturated by the fallout from countless nuclear bombs, poisoning its soil and waters. Monuments of the greatest and most inspiring moments in the history of that ancient country were lost or scarred forever. The seat of the U.S. government was almost completely annihilated, and for two centuries the ruins of DC lay abandoned, bleached by the sun and covered in ashes.
For the people of what is now the Capital Wasteland, life is pure suffering. Raiders, mutants and wild animals pick off those who stray from the safe regions of the few civilizations that have risen from the ashes. Food and clean water are commodities that people struggle and die every day trying to find throughout the Capital Wasteland. A race of monstrous, greenish-skinned beings, the Supermutants, feed on humans relentlessly, capturing them and taking them to places unknown. Few are able to combat this great threat.
The Brotherhood of Steel, led by the sympathetic and noble Elder Owyn Lyons, has fought to protect the people of Yermo Capital for over 20 years. These knights and paladins, clad in power armor, and wielding technologically advanced weapons, attack the Supermutant menace from their command center: the Citadel, located within the ruins of the Pentagon.
But their efforts, though noble, have met with little success. A portion of their own kind, dissatisfied with Elder Lyons' choices, broke away from the Brotherhood, choosing instead to focus on the Brotherhood's original goals in the region: the acquisition of advanced pre-war technology. These Outcasts soldiers, (As soldiers loyal to Lyons labeled them) have set up shop at Fort Independence. Ferociously searching the ruins of DC for technology, disregarding anything (AND anyone) as a waste of time.
The brutal Supermutants, of unknown origin and number, have posed a constant threat to all who inhabit the Capital Wasteland. For years, they have been the nightmares of those who hunt, and have also invaded the ruins of DC. These large, unintelligent Meta-Humans, accompanied by their mutated abominations have waged a never-ending war for control over the Capital Wasteland.
They have not succeeded ... Yet.
Capital Wasteland, like so many other places, is home to endless conflict. And yet, beneath its inert and bloodied soil, a different story is told.
At first, thousands of people managed to save themselves from the horrors of the Holocaust by taking refuge in huge subway bunkers known as "Vault's." But when they came to the surface, all they encountered was the hell of the Wasteland. Its inhabitants settled through the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages and form new tribes.
Everyone except the inhabitants of Vault 101, hidden in the center of Yermo Capital.
For on that fateful day, when flames rained down from the sky, the huge steel door of Vault 101 closed and no one opened it again.
Along its steel corridors, you can see and hear the propaganda of your Overseer at every checkpoint. It was here you were born and here you will die.
Because no one will ever enter the Vault 101 ... And no one will ever leave.
Present Tense
A pair of coal-dark eyes slowly opened with considerable difficulty, encountering a sizable hole in the ceiling ... Perhaps he had done it with his body? Whatever it was, now his ears picked up several voices followed by footsteps approaching towards his position.
"What the fuck happened!" demanded a rather angry male voice.
The black-eyed person ran a hand through his spiky black hair (similar to a palm tree: With five spikes framing his forehead and four locks in the back) and a gray sheen, which was dirty from his previous battle against a very strong guy; added to the fact that his body was badly hurt ... Remembering that last caused her to let out a moan of pain, which did not go unnoticed by one of the people in the place because he had heard the woman's moan of pain.
"I don't know! ... But they destroyed a part of the roof!" replied another male voice just as angry as the previous one.
With gritted teeth, the woman with exotic black hair got up from the floor with considerable difficulty; where she had to lean on a nearby counter so as not to lose her balance and fall back to the floor, for these two reasons her world was spinning.
"Itai!" involuntarily; she let out another groan of pain, as she had inadvertently leaned much of her body weight on her injured right foot.
Suddenly though, the unknown woman was forcibly pulled out of her state as an unknown person entered the place where she is standing and they stood looking at each other in silence for a couple of seconds, until:
"You bastards! Look what I found!" said the new unknown woman loudly to her companions, while at the same time a sadistic smile forms on her lips at the sight of the half naked and injured woman in front of her; a toy fallen from the sky that they could have fun with for quite a while.
Enduring the pain in her body and ignoring the growing danger that was forming in front of her, the woman with exotic black hair began to look around with a curious gleam in her eyes because she instantly realized that she was in a supermarket where there was surely plenty of food; thinking about the latter caused her stomach to grumble with obvious hunger.
Meanwhile, the woman with striking black eyes kept looking around; she didn't notice how a group of four men quickly entered through the door ... But these immediately froze in their places when they saw the woman who was in their fields of vision; where of course they began to look from bottom to top at the semi-naked body of the stranger until suddenly their eyes were fixed on the latter's very sizeable breasts.
"Woah! ... Look at those boobs are-"
"Huge!!!" the plunderer finished his companion's last word aloud, while his lustful blue eyes were still glued on the K-cup tits of the mysterious and sexy woman.
The woman with exotic black hair ignored the perverted comments of the group of looters (along with the crazy and sadistic woman who was with them) that had very unpleasant intentions with her body, but that didn't matter to her because her attention was focused on a freezer/fridge where she immediately imagined it was full of food ... Although she didn't even get to take two steps because suddenly one of the guys blocked her passage towards the fridge with food; and this no doubt annoyed her a lot reflecting in her expression leaving her curiosity behind.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going, bitch?" demanded the same looter with fury, but also with much bewilderment at the carefree attitude of the voluptuous woman.
That word used as an 'insult' caused the woman with striking black eyes to leave her annoyance behind and instead focus her gaze on the unpleasant people, who at some point drew their bladed weapons and firearms; where they promptly pointed them all at her.
"Bitch?" she asked with a confused and curious tone; where she slightly tilted her head to the side because it was the first time she heard such word as an insult.
The group of looters rolled their eyes at the stupidity or innocence of this girl.
"Yeah, bitch!" the same looter replied with an annoyed growl, and at the same time started walking towards the unknown woman with not at all saintly intentions. "Now let me touch those tits!"
She was surprised at the moment when the human grabbed her oversized breasts in a very rough almost bestial manner ... although, in reality, it wasn't that big of a deal because after all she had received worse blows from her enemies, but leaving that aside she remembered that Bulma had taught her how to react in these cases.
{Crack!}
The guy never had the chance to defend himself from the unknown woman; because the latter moved at a surprising speed her right hand forming a fist, and then gave a strong punch in the stomach to the pervert who touched her tits; sending him flying to the other side of the store crashing very ugly against some shelves ... And he never moved from that spot again.
Meanwhile, the other members of the group of perverse killers watched in disbelief and fear of the strong woman with striking black eyes for obvious reasons ... But the looter was the first to come out of her trance and quickly put that strange feeling of fear aside; and instead the familiar feeling of hatred returned to her soul.
"You killed him, you son of a bitch!" shouted the only woman in the group of looters in anguish and anger, while at the same time she started running with a baseball bat in her hands towards the woman with exotic black hair to beat the cursed woman to for murdering her lover.
That other bad word apparently had a different effect on the unknown woman because her eyes watered to the brink of tears, but she managed to hold them back; and instead formed a small sphere of golden energy in the palm of her right hand.
{KABOOM!}
The explosion shook the sediments of the Superguay tent, and some of it even flew through the air in large and small pieces of debris and dust.
Almost at the Same Time
A blond-haired, blue-eyed young man wearing armor from certain pre-war subway shelters and with the number '101' on his back was petrified in place; seeing a part of the Super-Duper Mart suddenly explode before his eyes.
"... Shit," whispered the unknown man in disbelief; upon witnessing such a unique event. "Now what do I tell Moira?" he asked himself with a grimace because he knew full well that said woman would be bombarding him with questions.
Although he suddenly had to put those thoughts aside when he saw that from the semi-destroyed place a person came out, more specifically a woman with exotic black hair wearing a strange and striking orange with blue outfit; without thinking twice in one swift movement he hid behind a nearby car and then peeked his head out to see if the unknown woman had seen him, but instead he got another surprise quite pleasant to his eyes.
"... What the hell?" he said to himself in shock, but at the same time he had a blush on his cheeks because of the attractive woman; who apparently didn't care that her clothes were semi-destroyed leaving part of her oversized breasts visible.