In Yemma's Halls
The first thing you ever did with your Sight was penetrate the boundaries between the material world and the Other World, and you've repeated the feat more than once. It's a curious mix of up-but-out-but-really-in that you mastered quite by accident. You've never quite understood why other seers never got the hang of it.
Judging by Dazarel's renewed thrashing, though, it's a really disconcerting sensation for him.
'
What the hell are you doing, Monkey Princess?!' he wails. '
Where are you taking us?!'
"
I'm taking you to where I learned the technique I used to beat you," you say, glancing at him. "
We're going to Heaven, Dazarel."
He begins laughing. '
Heaven?! You think they're going to let you into Heaven?!'
"
They've let me in before," you say, looking ahead.
'
So you told Dandeer. You were serious?' he replies, sounding baffled. '
Heaven's had a no-visitors policy for going on two hundred and fifty years.'
Your eyes widen as your surroundings begin to warp and twist in the transition to the Other World. "
What?! Why?"
He looks at you with a ghostly, beady eye. '
Why do you think? Your Enemy, Princess.'
A pit of leaden dread drops into your stomach as you drop into the now-familiar space between dreams. "
Why would Heaven be afraid of him? They have Beerus on their side, don't they?"
'
Oh yes, they do,' says Dazarel. '
But they still locked things down.'
Then your surroundings blur and blur and blur, until suddenly they snap into a crystal-clear image of a long queue stretching through the clouds, heading for an elaborate house in the distance.
You gape, seeing the line of clouds -- souls, they must be! -- stretching ahead to the gates at the direction of a little blue man with a horn holding a microphone. It is a scene out of the legends of your people -- one you never expected to see for decades yet.
It is the entrance to the Other World.
For a moment, you just drink in the view, watching the endless procession of the newly-dead on their way through the gates for judgment. You've rarely had time to really let it sink in, on any of your previous visits, that you were in the place where so many of your people's legends took place. You don't have long to gawk, though, before you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around.
A massive, hulking man with red skin and two long, pointed horns stands there, looking at you with a rueful smile. "I don't think that you're supposed to be here, little shade."
* * *
The -- as he so helpfully explained -- oni guides you past the line, and you hear whispers from the souls you pass along the way.
"Wait, why does she get to cut the line?!"
"I've been waiting for five hours!"
"Is that a dragon-? Oh, kais, that's
Dazarel!"
You hear gasps and screams, and the gossiping resumes.
"He's dead...I can't believe he's really dead!"
"Hey, dragon, remember me?! How's it feel to finally meet somebody who can put you down?"
"Kaioshin bless you for your sacrifice, miss. You've saved so many people."
"Wait a second, she doesn't have a halo.
He doesn't! They're not dead!"
"What? But why are they here, then?"
"Hang on, is that a tail? Is she...?"
"A saiyan..."
You shift under the focused attention from the spirits of the dead, but that's nothing compared to Dazarel's obvious discomfort. The moment somebody recognizes him, he starts trying to make himself look as small as possible in your grip, to little success. You lift him up to your eyes. "
I see that the seal is still holding."
'
Rub it in, why don't you?' He hisses, glancing over his shoulder at the gathered spirits. '
Any one of them could erase me with a fart right now!'
"
Oh, poor baby dragon," you sneer. "
Sad that you can't kill planets anymore?" You lower him again and turn to the oni. "
Where are we going, sir?"
"To speak to King Yemma," he replies. "You're something of a special case, Scion. King Yemma has had us on the lookout for you ever since Son Gohan informed him that you might be coming."
"
Oh," you say. "
I see. Do I...need to speak to King Yemma any particular way? My Grandpa told me..."
The oni shakes his head. "Not necessary. Son Gohan is a very conservative man. King Yemma is more adaptable. He needs to be, with how many people with so many different customs pass by his desk. He can hardly go around fuming with fury all the time."
Then the air trembles as a deep voice echoes from the building ahead. "
PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ! GET HER IN HERE NOW! THIS IS HOLDING UP THE LINE!"
The oni -- Paz, apparently -- chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his scalp. "Um. More, anyway. Come on, let's go." The two of you rush on ahead, and in a moment you find yourself passing through the gates, and into Yemma's office.
The desk is just as impressive as the tales said. The man behind it, moreso. King Yemma is the
size of a building. Not a small one, either. You gape up at him for a moment as he glares in your direction. With a gulp, you offer a hurried bow.
"Oh, quit that!" he snaps, waving you forward. "Paz, thanks. Now get back to work!"
"Yes, King Yemma," murmurs the oni, rushing off.
Then Yemma turns his gaze back to you. "So, you're the little saiyan who's been making a joke of my borders!"
You gulp, and find yourself slipping into Vegetan formality. You bow again. "
I apologize for my trespass, King Yemma, and assure you that it was committed in ignorance rather than-"
"Stoppit!" he says. "Quit it with that, I'm not mad at you. Stand up straight."
You obey him, cautiously. You keep a wary eye on him. Sure, you're powerful enough even as a shade that you could overpower him, but by the same token this guy could sic most of the Afterlife on you. More to the point -- you were not
trying to land in his office, yet you did anyway.
Yemma leans forward, peering down at you. For a long moment, he stares, a stressed-out scowl on his face. Then, at long last, he sighs, leaning back with a tired expression. "Sorry about that. Force of habit. If it helps, I'd kick you upstairs if today were the day for that."
You gulp down the squeal that threatens to burst forth at that. "
Thank you," you squeak.
He chuckles. "Ah, kids." He shakes his head. "Anyway. I'm sorry, kiddo, but I can't let you in."
All of your joy turns to ash. Your mouth drops open. "
Wait, what? Why?!" You blink, realizing that you've probably just been rude. "
Um, I mean...what changed? Can I fix it?"
He grumbles. "What
changed, is that before, you were a visitor. You were here for a short period of time, your teacher's interference kept you from having the endurance for a long stay, and Gohan put in a lot of time and effort to allow it. But now? You're here to
stay, at least for a little bit. And that changes things. The Other World's on lockdown, kid."
"
Why?" you ask, hefting the dragon in your fist. "
Dazarel-"
'
Please leave me out of this,' whimpers the dragon.
"
-told me that it was because of the Enemy, but why would you be scared of him?" you ask, ignoring Dazarel. "
You have so many strong people here! Even he couldn't possibly threaten Heaven!"
"Kid, you don't get it," replies Yemma. "The guy is bad news.
Really bad news. We're talking Beerus and the Supreme Kai working together. We're talking Whis making Beerus get serious about training. We're talking about the lockdown order coming straight down from
Zeno himself. He is
dangerous, to everybody, and Heaven's the only safe place in the universe." He glances around. "And that's why only the dead are allowed in, and
nobody is allowed out. It means that getting in would take a fight even he'd hesitate to try."
You swallow. "
What is he?"
Yemma shrugs. "I don't know. I'm not sure that anybody knows. But he's dangerous. And that's why I can't let you in."
You stare up at the oni king for a moment. "
...but I don't have anywhere else to go."
He sighs. "You
can go somewhere else. But no, there's nowhere that's as safe-"
"
I can't go home," you say, staring at the floor. "
I don't know anywhere else. And he's- he's out there." Your hands shake.
Yemma sighs. "There
is a way I could let you in. A couple of ways, actually. Three." He extends a finger. "Easy way: if the Enemy were somehow not able to do anything, I could let you in. As long as he wasn't able to do anything about it, it'd be fine. That's probably not going to happen, to be honest." Another finger. "Slow way: go away, get stronger.
Way stronger. Strong enough that you won't have to worry about the Enemy following you in. Obviously, that's not very helpful for you."
You look up at him through your bangs. "
...and the third way?"
He sighs, nodding. "Third way. Quick way."
A door opens in the wall to your right. There are stairs inside.
Leading down.
"You take the stairs, and find what you're looking for the
hard way," he says.
You stare at the doorway. "...
those go down."
"As far down as you can go," he says, nodding. "And they lead where you're thinking. I'll be honest: there are things down there that could rip you apart, shade or not, and they'd be happy to. If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. But if you
really want to get into Heaven as fast as you can..." He shrugs. "I don't know that you want to head down there
now, though."
Dazarel squirms free of your grip and scampers up onto your shoulders, hiding behind your neck. '
Please no.'
Yemma shoots the lizard a foul look. "I'd be glad to chuck
him down there, though."
You stare at the entrance to Hell, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. It looks surprisingly unimposing, for something so important.
Well, you've arrived at the entrance to the Other World. Snag: there's an immigration ban, and you've only been here on business trips, thanks to what sounds like a lot of highly unsustainable effort on Grandpa Gohan's part. You can't enter, at the moment. What do you do?
[ ] Decline, thank Yemma for his time, and leave. You'll return if you fulfill one of the first two conditions -- or alternatively, if you later feel like taking a crack at Hell. After leaving, jump to:
-[ ] Old friends.
-[ ] New friends.
-[ ] Old family.
-[ ] New family.
-[ ] Old enemies.
-[ ] New enemies.
[ ] Go to Hell, brave whatever perils lie within, and try to enter Heaven as quick as possible.
Explicit QM's note: no guarantee of survival if you do this. There never is, but for this path in particular, there are a lot of insanely hostile and powerful threats, and this quest doesn't do level scaling or warning shots.
MANUAL MORATORIUM.
There's always
something...
Hope you enjoyed, folks!