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Prologue
Topic Started: Mar 8 2010, 12:29 PM (329 Views)
Caliban
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Sold His Soul
The universe is full of cyclical patterns consistently emerging throughout time and stretching across the galaxies. Hope & despair, war & peace, life & death . . . Good & Evil. After the last of the original Z Warriors succumbed to the inevitability of death, the universe was without heroes and without villains. They had done their job . . .

However, the hands of time would make it’s clockwise sweep once more bringing about the tyranny of terrible evils. The North Galaxy was ravaged by powerful forces, restarting the vicious circle and it was at this time that a new wave of Heroes emerged . . .

But these Heroes and these Villains too have reached the end of their cycle. The final chapter in their legacy is about to be written, and as such, a new Saga is about to unfold . . .


Year: 925 Age


“ Is -- is there anybody out there?! Are we still broadcasting?! “ Scott Stark, news reporter for Action News, wrapped a tourniquet around his arm. The image on the television screen was shaky, but it was broadcasted across the world: the signal a last beacon of hope for the world. As millions watched from inside their bomb shelters, huddled together with their family in what passed for relative safety in these times, Stark was amidst the carnage spilling his blood on the ground. The journalist didn’t look like much and that was because he wasn’t. “ Almighty . . . I -- I think . . ., “ He buried his back against the large rock behind him, the smoldering planet out of focus in the distance. “ Tenshi is down . . . I repeat, Tenshi, Earth’s mightiest Human is dead -- “

Across the globe people gawked at their television sets; this was despair. Stark himself shed a tear, both out of a feeling of hopelessness and the incredible pain he felt in his right arm when a chunk of the ground was blasted and slashed the limb open. Tenshi had fallen -- the man was a legend to the people of Earth, boasting the highest number of tournament victories and having almost single-handedly saved the world from destruction on seven occasions with the aid of his fierce Dual Dharma Destructive Wave technique.

The body count had risen to three within the last ten minutes. The treacherous M.A.G.N.U.S, the mechanical deviant with a taste for blood had finally gained his comeuppance when the twin Saiyan warriors; Raithe & Kell fused into a perfect Super Saiyan 3 form. After a valiant effort, it took the fused Saiyan only a matter of minutes to determine that the only way to destroy the hunk of metal would be to perform the Ultimate Sacrifice. In their own unusual way, they signed off to the people of Earth, and those watching around the Galaxy with their trademark salute / dance before trapping M.A.G.N.U.S with their Deus Ex Rings attack and unleashing all their energy . . . And that was all she wrote for both M.A.G.N.U.S and the twins.

“ Folks . . . I don’t know what to make of all of this . . . I - I don’t know if this is it, but there’s . . ., “ Stark took a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly. His cheeks tremored at the notion of his demise; of the demise of his planet and perhaps the fall of the galaxy that would follow . . . But mostly his demise. “ There’s still hope. While Raithe & Kell distracted M.A.G.N.U.S, the . . . Our brave Hero from Konats challenged his father to an Honor Duel; leading him to the cold Northern caps. I . . . I have no way of knowing if Kenji has defeated his father but . . . I thought you should know . . . And . . . “, He hissed as the pain surged through his limb. An explosion rocked in the far-off distance, a shower of dirt raining down upon them and obscuring the lens momentarily. “ I believe . . . I believe this might be a distraction . . ., “ He heaved a heavy sigh and fought through the searing agony. “ Majunior was last seen headed to The Lookout . . . And I believe, “ He smiled for the first time in the broadcast. “ I believe he is taking the Kami of Earth and gathering the Seven Dragon Balls . . . ghrrrk! “

The camera was thrown to the ground, the lens cracking as it picked up the final moments of journalist Scott Stark’s life. Prior to the lights going out in his eyes, a fine mist of blood erupted from behind the camera, belonging undoubtedly to the unseen cameraperson. Stark’s pleaded for his life, but the black smirk of the Changeling seemed to indicate he was enjoying the torture far too much to give into something as pathetic as mercy. The slithering snake that was the Changeling Grimbold, whispered “ Goodnight “ to all the viewers at home before Stark’ head was crushed like an aluminum can. Before the camera signal cut out, it saw the spark on the tip of Grimbold’s finger . . . The blue / white spark that was the beginning of the Grimm Ball.

Across the world . . .

At Mach speeds the larger Namekian traveled with the shorter Guardian of Earth tucked under his left arm. In his right, the Five Star and Two Star Dragon Balls were kept close to his body. Majunior’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat and several gashes were opened up across his toned form, dripping with small rivulets of purple blood. Kishende, Earth’s Kami, wore a determined, but frightened look on his youthful face. He was the second youngest Namek to ever bare the title of Guardian of Earth, only five years older than Dende when he took over from the previous Kami.

“ Majunior -- I’m worried, I can feel Kenji’s power level weakening. “ The Kami’s gaze was cast away towards the approaching land mass, unable to look his fellow Namek in the eye as he delivered the horrifying news that another one of their comrades might soon fall victim to these fiends.

Majunior responded with a grunt. He could pick up on Kenji’s power level, but he also knew his father had its hands full. Kenji had trained in Heaven already and according to him had met with Trunks in person and received his tutelage -- and his blade. Kenji was the only one of them who had died before and been revived by the Dragon Balls, which meant that under normal circumstances, he would be the only one that could not be revived by them again. These were not normal circumstances at all.

“ Do you feel that, Majunior? “ Kishende whispered as if raising his voice would break his concentration. “ The sudden surge of power . . . It’s not Kenji’s . . . it’s not his father, Kenshi’s . . . it’s evil. Pure evil. “

The spike of energy in the hair hit the power-sensitive Majunior hard. His nostrils flared out wide as he began his descent towards the resting site where the other Dragon Balls had been collected, ready for their return. “ It’s Grimbold. He’s planning to destroy the planet. We have to hurry. “

“ Majunior -- the Dragon isn’t what he used to be. I’m . . . I’m not as powerful as my predecessors. There’s no telling what will happen when we make this wish. “

“ I know what happens if you don’t make this wish. That’s enough for me. “

The two Namekians found terra firma and rushed to the small field where the other mystical artifacts had been gathered. Kishende rushed to them. The area he was sure the other five Dragon Balls would still be waiting for them, meanwhile Majunior gave an underhanded toss to send the other two flying through the air, to meet with its brothers.

“ Summon the Dragon, Kishende! “ Majunior folded his arms across his barrel of a chest, his white cape flapping from the nearby sea breeze. His chin lowered, his eyes shutting. “ Kenji is dead . . . And so is his father. “

“ I can’t! “ Kishende cried out from the field.

“ Why not?! Do it! Damn the consequences! “

“ No, I can’t! There’s one missing! “ Kishende stood and whipped around to face Majunior.

“ . . . L’ficent . . . “ The Namekian Warrior focused his energy on pinpointing the whereabouts of the insane creature who had tormented him throughout the decade. He had made a personal enemy of the Namekian and trained his abilities to hide his Power Level even from him, but he knew he was around. He could have taken all of the Dragon Balls, but this was more like him. It was a game.

. . . Then he heard the giggling, childish laughter.

“ Hell-oooooooooOooooooooo Nurse! “

Majunior’s head lifted slowly towards the single rock plateau in the distance where the short, Majin crouched with a Dragon Ball lifted over his head. Little jets of steam spewed from the pores on his cranium as he cocked his head, sharing a daring smile as he lifted the artifact high above.

“ Lookin’ for this are we? Ooooh, ooooh, I so bet you are! “ The Majin was in his Kid Form and terribly psychotic -- and cranky from a candy deficiency. “ I’d throw it, but you’re going to have a hard time catching it. “

“ Why’s th -- “

Majunior swiveled around just as two identical Kienzan’s cut through a wave and severed through his flesh. The Namekian howled in pain as jets of purple spewed from the stumps. A different kind of howl erupted from the attacker who danced on his rock formation, tossing the Dragon Ball back and forth in his hand before he looked up to the skies --

The brilliant blue sphere shone as a testament to the villain’s victory. The Grimm Ball was almost complete.

“ It’s . . . so . . . Beautiful . . . “ The Majin whispered, staring up in awe -- KSSHHKKK -- before looking down at his stomach where the pink, rubbery goo of his body had parted to allow a steel blade brimming with ki to pass through. “ That’s . . . very phallic. “

“ Kenji! “ The Kami of Earth shouted as the bleeding, dying swordsman held onto the hilt of his sword.

“ This . . . Ends . . . Here! “ Kenji roared as an aura of orange magnificence encased his form, extending to his weapon. A brilliant burst of energy erupted, blowing the rock to smithereens and sending globs of L’ficent throughout the air.

Kenji was no longer in sight.

The Dragon Ball hurled through the air and landed in the pile amongst the others -- Kishende rushed over -- Majunior regenerated his limbs and screamed at the top of his lungs: “ Make The Wish! He’s Going To Blow Up This Whole Planet! “

Kishende dropped to his knees and hovered his palms over the orbs which began to glow.

The Grimm Ball began to glow . . . It was ready to launch!

“ No! “ Majunior’s hands were quick, cutting through the air in an indiscernible pattern before he thrusted his arms forward. “ Super . . . Titan . . . BEAM! “ And he fired his ultimate attack directly at the oncoming death ball looming overhead in the skies. As he fought to struggle and pour all of his might into the blast, Kishende was ready . . .

The artifacts pulsated.

“ KISHENDE!! “ The roar was almost completely deafened by the whirring of energy as he tried to fight the Grimm Ball off with his own Signature Technique, but it was clearly a failure waiting to happen. The sphere was gaining ground and fast.

A beam of light erupted from the seven gathered orbs and swiveled through the skies, forming into the powerful Dragon trapped within them. Shenron.

Earth’s Dragon loomed high in the darkened skies, his ruby eyes peering down at the Kami.

“ What is your bidding? “

Kishende swallowed hard. He knew the limits of the Dragon, and he knew he was asking it to do what it could not. Shenron could not be asked to commit murder, but he had to. He must. He would obey the Kami.

“ Grimbold, Shenron. I ask of you to take his life. I ask of you to save this planet! “

Kishende could hear behind him that Majunior was losing power. He could hear his cries . . . And he knew that final yelp was him pouring everything he had, sacrificing his life just to buy five more seconds of time. Shenron, who would normally have told the wish maker that it was not within his power, now gave pause when speaking to his creator. Even Kishende did not know if he could order him to do such a thing.

“ . . . “

“ . . . “

“ It shall be done. “


Kishende let out a sigh of relief as the world was enveloped by a white light . . . And restored.

The Dragon Balls returned to their spot, unusual for them as they should have scattered. Instead, they seemed to dull in color. Kishende could no longer sense the Dragon within them, but could feel them still holding onto a bit of their power. He looked all around, peered out into the ocean and heard the peace fall over the world. It had been granted a reprieve. . . But like the tides, time ebbs and flows.

A new dawn will come, a new era of Heroes & Villains . . . A new Saga awaits us all.
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