[FFML] [Gantz] Point Total

[DB Sommer]

And to help break in the new list:

Point Total
(A Gantz spamfic)

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Standard disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Gantz characters or the 
other series this is crossovered with.

Writer’s forward: Since the series is still being written, and the 
nature of this spamfic doesn’t really matter how it ends, assume this 
takes at an undefined time down the road.

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Birth (or rebirth) for Kei Kurono consisted of being ‘faxed’ molecule by 
molecule from his apartment to the apartment with the Black Ball. Maybe 
it was just as well, since he had just cut himself when slicing an 
apple, and thanks to the wonders of Gantz Public Transportation System, 
his injury was healed. It beat the time the vampire disemboweled him. 
Luckily he had stayed ‘in the system’, and was resurrected by Kato, of 
all people, who had gotten sucked back into the game after getting 
caught in a crossfire between aliens and rogue hunters. Subsequently Kei 
got returned as well and ‘volunteered’ to participate again, since he 
probably would have been killed by vampires again anyway, and he’d just 
as soon have memories of what they were, and the weaponry to do 
something about it. Besides, he still needed to bring back

The others were there as well. Reika (hard to not look at those tits) 
Bald Guy (he really needed to learn his actual name) that prick, Nishi, 
a handful that had survived the last mission and the usual assortment of 
newly deceased that had discovered a new lease on life, one that might 
have a short duration if they weren’t careful and were 
dissected/melted/eaten by the newest wave of aliens that had decided to 
make Japan their hangout.

There was just enough time to exchange a greeting with Kato while Reika 
explained things to the guys (they had quickly learned the male 
participants were more likely to at least put on their suits and grab 
weapons if Reika was the one asking them to do it).

“So, how many points away before you can bring Kishimoto back?” Kei asked.

“Twenty. You?” Kato asked.

“Thirty-Five.” Kato would be bringing back Kishimoto. Sakuraoka was 
Kei’s. He should have done that rather than asking for freedom, 
short-lived as it was. He owed it to the first girl to he had sex with, 
even if he was in love with another. Besides, all freeing himself had 
done was got him killed.

“You’re a bit behind this time,” Kato smiled.

Was there a time that smile bothered Kei? It had been so long ago. “I 
did come back after you were in the game a while, and you’re a lot 
better at it this time around.”

He spared a glance to see most of the guys were at least grabbing the 
cases with the suits. The one woman amongst the newbies was meek, and 
going with the flow. That might let her survive.

And then the music began playing from the ball on cue. A moment later, 
the image of their next target showed on the side of the ball. It was a 
human-looking one this time, with an affable look on his face and big 
black spiky hair. He wore an orange martial arts gi with a symbol on it. 
His stats read:

Characteristics:
Strong
Martial Artists

Likes:
Blowing up planets
Coming back from the dead

Dislikes:
Dying repeatedly

Favorite Phrase:
Kamehameha!

On the picture it read: Saiyan

Kei looked Kato in the eye. “We’re pretty much screwed, aren’t we?”

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End.

Well, you have to admit, that pretty much is the worst alien you could 
chosen to wack.

Second disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Dragonball characters or 
concepts either.