" The Saviour of the World "

Written By: Debs-dragon

Disclaimer: I don't own them, so you don't sue. Written for entertainment purposes only, no money being made here. Poem "Man From Snowy River" belongs to A. B. Patterson. Again I have only borrowed it for my own twisted use. The resulting effort however does belong to me.

Rating: PG

Warnings: None.

Notes: I have been itching for a while to play around with another poem, a writers block on another fic saw this one come to life.

" The Saviour of the World "

(Adapted from The Man From Snowy River by A. B. Patterson.)

June 2002 Debs-dragon

There was movement in the desert, for the word had passed around
That Dr Gero's evil creations had got away,
And had joined forces together - making one evil, ultimate dude,
So all the fighters had gathered for the fray.
All the tried and noted warriors from the towns near and far
Had mustered at the venue overnight,
For the warriors love hard fight's where the evils guy's hang out
And a Z fighter snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Krillin, who was wished back to life when Frieza bit the dust,
The ex monk with a bald head that seemed to glow;
But few could battle beside him when his blood was fairly up-
He would send ki blasts wherever they would go.
And Vegeta of the Saiya-jins came down to lend a hand,
No prouder warrior ever did their stand;
For there was never one could defeat him while his life force ebbed and flowed-
He learnt to fight with more than just his hands.

And one was there a youngster, a small and powerful kid;
He was somewhat like his dad but undersized,
With a touch of human being, three parts Saiya-jin maybe-
The sort that are by training masters prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry-just the sort that won't say die-
There was courage in his movements and his tread;
And he bore the gleam of battle in his dark coal black eyes,
And the proud and lofty tilting of his head.

But still so slight and small, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the bald man said, " That kid wont know what to do.
For a long and tiring battle - lad you'd better stay away,
This fight will be far too rough for such as you."
So he waited sad, and wistful - only Goku stood his friend-
"I think we ought to let him fight," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For he's my son and your forgetting he's Saiya-jin bred.

"He hails from out the country, up by the mountains side,
Where the training grounds are really hard and very rough;
Where the ki blasts burn a trail, if your in the way your fried,
The warrior that holds his own is good enough.
And all of you Z fighters, wherever you call home,
Be it city, valley, country or in-between;
I have seen lots of different fighters since I first began to roam,
But nothing like this kids power have I seen."

So Gohan went; They found Cell waiting calmly in the ring he specially made,
He sensed them come and quietly raised a brow,
And Vegeta gave his orders, "Boys you can wait here in the shade,
I can probably handle this by myself you know.
But just in case I want Goku, to distract him to the right,
Fight boldly man and never fear the pain,
Give it everything you've got but keep the bad guy in your sight
We have nothing to lose but everything to gain."

So Goku went to distract him - he was fighting on the wing,
Where the best and boldest fighters take their place,
And he sent energy blasts racing from him, and he made the heavens ring,
With the punches that he rained upon Cell's face.
The battle halted for a moment, while he shot a deadly blast,
Cell saw the wave and cringed in very fear,
Disappearing in the dust, it seemed Cell was vanquished at last,
And so the fighters began to dance and clap and cheer.

Then as the dust did settle, maimed and limbless was the form,
That lay upon the ground for all to see,
Then an evil scream did emanate from that throat all bloody and torn
As all the fighters scrambled ready to flee.
Watching stunned and silent, as the regeneration of parts took place,
Their hopes and dreams it seemed were dashed once more,
Then standing tall and proud, the figure waited with quiet evil grace,
For another fighter to step upon the floor.

When they saw the figure before them, even the strongest took a pull,
It might well make the boldest hold their breath;
He seemed twice as strong and mean, his energy level once more on full
It look like this fight would end in someone's death.
But the little Saiya-jin from earth gave a brief nod of his head,
And he swung the cape off and gave a cheer,
And he floated down to the battleground knowing he just might end up dead,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

He plunged into the battle fiercely, somehow staying on his feet,
He took blows and kicks and blasts in his stride,
And the little Saiya-jin from earth never faltered nor looked like he was beat,
Gokus chest began to swell with hidden pride.
Turning mountains into rocks and rubble, fighting on rough and broken ground,
Ki blast after ki blast he sent;
Then to everyone's amazement there was a flash and screaming sound,
As super Saiya-jin level 2 he went.

He was right amongst the fight as they moved to the furthest hill,
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the blows unmercifully, he was right in there still,
As he raced after Cell in pursuit.
Then Cell lost it for a moment when the blow to his stomach met,
Causing him to drop down to his knees,
As his body convulsed and shuddered, it was even better yet,
When android 18 once more was freed.

Firing a huge kamehameha wave, using only one working arm,
He sent a blast to make the earth crack,
With his fathers spirit there beside him, he opened up his palm,
As his tired exhausted body fought back.
The other warriors joined him in a last attempt to end this fight,
Gohan was blood from hip to shoulder from the blows,
There was a courage deep inside him, to fight for what was right,
Which was evident in the way his energy flows.

And down in the mountain valley, where the pine-clad ridges raise
their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
Where the river runs so freely, and the reed beds sweep and sway,
To the breezes, and the peace it feels so right,
The young saviour of the earth is an unknown man today,
As Hercule Sataan took all the glory for the fight!

Back to Poems