Well, here's my third DB fanfic. This idea popped into my head one day and wouldn't leave me alone. This fanfic is a short one, which will only be about two chapters long. There is some Moordryd/Lance bonding at the end of the second one. Read and review please!

Slatr the Invincible

Word smiled. The dragon lumbered out of his citadel, brushing against buildings as he past them. After long months of planning, experimenting and researching, he had done it. Much better than his chromatic dragon. Far better.

The tail of the dragon swished, hitting the nearby buildings lining the small street. The dragon needed more room for his monstrous body. Smaller than Abandonn, yet still larger than any normal dragon, he moved with incredible ease through the streets. With a face set with malicious thoughts, Word watched from the entrance to his citadel.

The spikes on the dragons tail broke windows as it past them. Its scales were hard, as hard as any draconium. Too hard to pierce through with any thing. It was near unbeatable. The impassible scales covered its entire body. They covered its belly, its legs, and its face and also the inside of its mouth. His teeth were nearly a foot long and his claws were twice that size. Huge spikes and horns protruded from his body, each one of them deadly sharp. He was a dark brown colour, mixed with a few dark purple markings. And he moved forward on a mission.

A safe distance behind, Moordryd followed on Decepshun, completely dwarfed by the huge dragon. He was following to make sure the dragon didn't stray from its mission. A mission that couldn't be failed.

Decepshun watched the spiked tail, and moved along at the same speed as the dragon, careful not to get too close.

Word's smile grew as the dragon moved quicker. He had been starving the dragon, so as to make it more deadly. The dragon would attack anyone in its way. Word hoped Moordryd would listen to his orders and stay behind it, out of sight.

With a final glance, satisfied that things were going according to plan so far, Word turned and walked back into his citadel, to watch the events from his monitors. The dragon was to kill the Dragon Booster. The Dragon Booster would surely come once Word's new dragon started a rampage. Then, he would eat the Dragon Booster and devour the Dragon of Legend. Word had given up on catching that thing, only to have it run free again. It was better to get rid of him.

The darkness of the citadel's interiors swallowed Word as he thought of his new warrior dragon, Slatr.

Moordryd followed at a comfortable distance, grinning. This dragon would destroy the Dragon Booster. Finally, things would work out. No more Dragon Loser to ruin his father's plans.

Decepshun plodded along at a reasonable pace, swinging her tail slightly. Moordryd watched the monstrosity before him. His father never ceased to amaze him. Slatr was a formidable opponent. The Dragon Booster couldn't possibly escape alive.

For a moment, Moordryd thought of what would happen. Not to the Dragon Booster, but of the other people. The ones that would surely get in Slatr's way. Many of Dragon City Security forces would surely be hurt as they tried to protect the citizens. Many of the bumbling people would be hurt, perhaps killed as well. But as soon as the moment of worry came, it passed. If those people got hurt, it was their own fault. They probably deserved it if they were stupid enough to get in the way.

Moordryd settled back in the saddle, confident of the Dragon Booster's imminent demise, and followed Slatr up to Mid City.

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Artha and Lance quickly snapped their heads up to look at the giant screen. They were in Mid City, just having gotten a new VIDDgame for Lance to waste his time on. They were about to head home, but had stopped in a large square and watched a giant screen along with the numerous other shoppers. They sat on their dragons and stared in complete shock.

"…just rampaging through the streets. DCS has blocked off the entire northeast sector of block 32 in preparation of the beast. The trail of devastation left behind is completely horrific. Joining us from behind the DCS blockade is field correspondent Alan…"

For a moment, Artha and Lance continued watching the news as the reporter continued talking. Artha was the first to respond.

"Woah." Lance nodded at Artha's exclamation.

"Woah is right. A huge…monster dragon. Did you hear? They said it was made of indestructible scales. Huge spikes and…"

"I'm sure they're exaggerating, Lance. I mean, come on, where did a dragon like that come from?"

"From…the wastelands. One of the forgotten breeds of dragon has once again resurfaced…" Lance said in a spooky tone. Beau sniggered. Artha shook his head.

"It's probably just a savage dragon escaped from some place…or something."

"Or something." Lance said and Artha shook his head.

"Block 32 is pretty close you know."

"No it's not." Lance retorted without looking at Artha. His young eyes watched the news intently.

"Yeah, it is. We're on the edge of block 31." Artha said.

Lance paused. "So?" He dismissed him unconcernedly.

Artha sighed. "It looks like they need the Dragon Booster. Lance, stay right here, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay here." Lance flapped his hand vaguely in Artha's general direction. Artha sighed.

"Lance I'm serious. Don't run around."

"I won't. Really." Lance persisted and turned to his brother. "I'll just watch you on the news."

"Fine, but if you get into any trouble, dad's gonna blame me."

"I know." Lance smirked. Beau sniggered again.

Artha rolled his eyes and turned Beau. "Alright. But remember to cheer me on." He said before Beau sprang into a gallop to a secluded spot to transform. Lance watched him go, then turned back to the news. His young face soon began to show signs of worry. From what the reporter was saying, the dragon seemed to be extremely dangerous. Ripping through buildings like toothpicks and clawing anyone who got near…. Lance hoped Artha would be alright. Little did he know Artha wasn't the only one he should be worried for….

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Moordryd sighed and continued following Slatr from a reasonable distance. Decepshun was continually forced to jump over the remains of buildings and everything else that had dared to get in the way of this monstrous dragon. The devastation was unimaginable. Moordryd had never seen anything like it in Dragon City.

"Where is he?" He muttered. How dare the Dragon Booster wait this long to appear. Didn't he know that people were getting hurt? "Stupid hero with his stupid dragon…." Moordryd mumbled as he raised the lower part of his helmet. "Can't even hurry up….lazy idiot…." He glowered. Decepshun snorted as if to let him know she was in the same mood.

Just then, Moordryd smiled as he glanced up to the rooftops. Bounding along on top, headed towards Slatr, was the Dragon Blunder! "Finally!" He breathed. Decepshun grinned as she looked up. "Come on, girl! I don't want to miss this!" He finished in excitement. Decepshun raced down an alley way, just to get in front of Slatr, just a bit. Moordryd had to get a good view for this.

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"Get back! You, to the left. Get on its left flank." Captain Faier shouted to his men. He waved with his arms to make sure they understood. He glared back at the beast before him. It was making too much noise for him to be sure his men could understand everything he said. The beast opened its mouth again and roared, sending forth a foul wave of stank breath. Several of Faier's men covered their noses as the beast lurched forward once more. It toppled a nearby stand and crushed the remains.

"Sir!" Came a voice to Faier's right.

Faier replied to his second-in-command without taking his eyes from the beast. "What is it?"

"The entire city block is safe. Everyone has been evacuated."

"Good. As long as this thing doesn't rampage into the more populous sections, we might be okay."

"Sir? How can we stop it from going there? Block 31 is close by, and the people there haven't been issued orders yet."

"I was hoping this dragon would stay here. If it gets a few streets closer to block 31, evacuate everyone there. That place is just jammed packed full of people. I don't want to move them unless we have too." Faier said. His second-in-command nodded grimly. "Let's try this again." He shouted to all his men, holding his arm above his head. "On my signal…" The twenty or so police units lifted their arms and pointed their green trapping gear at the huge dragon.

Slatr growled menacingly at them and ambled in their direction. "Fire!" Captain Faier yelled as he brought down his hand. As one, all of the police units fired trapping gear at the dragon in rapid succession. Slatr roared as they all found their mark. Faier looked on hopefully.

The green trapping gear expanded as they hit the dragon. Slatr growled as he was thrown back and pinned against a nearby building. "Great work men," Faier congratulated them as he watched the dragon toss his head. Faier was just glad he was able to get those extra sized trapping gear. Normal trapping gear would do nothing to this huge dragon. Faier's men yelled in glee. "It's not over yet. I want this dragon's energy drained, he…." Faier was cut short as Slatr suddenly wriggled violently.

Slatr put a paw onto the building, and with great force, pushed himself away, snapping all the trapping gear lines. He regained his footing, and roared at his enemies, baring long, sharp teeth.

The short victory of the police ended immediately. Faier worked his mind frantically, wondering what to try next. Slatr tossed his head, and began to charge.

Faier jumped in surprise as the Dragon Booster jumped down from the rooftops directly in front of him. "Need some assistance?" He grinned. The Dragon of Legend then spun to face Slatr and roared loudly at him.

Faier sighed with relief. The Dragon Booster had finally arrived. "Men, stand back." He shouted. They retreated a few steps, not wanting to get in the Dragon Booster's way.

"Yes, yes, let the Dragon Booster fight to his doom." Moordryd said with a grin from the shadows. He laughed, watching as the Dragon Booster faced Slatr.

Artha glared up at Slatr as Beau roared with his authority. Slatr didn't slow. He grinned and increased his speed. Artha pressed a finger to the button on his helmet. "So, Parm, you plan on waiting any longer?"

"No, I do not!" Parm responded almost enthusiastically. "I finished the analysis of this mutated dragon, and I discovered that the only unprotected part on this dragon would be his insides. Even the inside of his mouth is covered in tough scales. But at least his inner systems can't allow for that hard exterior, it just wouldn't work. Why, his digestive system, circula…."

"So what you're saying is his only weak spot is inside, right?" Artha impatiently interrupted. "So the plan should work."

"It should." Parm replied. Artha released his hold on his helmet button, and reached behind him to grab a flash stick in one hand, and a mag grenade in the other.

"Let's hope this dragon is hungry tonight, eh, Beau?" Artha said as he stared determinately at the oncoming monstrosity. Beau snorted and leapt into a run. Artha mag jumped into the air, and held up the flash stick. He watched fearlessly as Slatr ran closer, face set in a snarl.

The flash stick went off, and Slatr tossed his head and halted. He roared as the blinding flash of hot light filled his head. Artha wasted no more time and Beau moved Artha closer to Slatr. Artha set the grenade and tossed it into Slatr's mouth, which didn't prove too difficult. Slatr was roaring like mad, leaving his mouth agape.

Beau magged Artha back onto the saddle and stepped back, waiting for the effects of their actions. Everyone leaned forward. Captain Faier had as hopeful a look as he could ever have. If only this nightmare could end now….

"Come on, come on, swallow…." Artha chanted silently. Slatr closed his mouth on the grenade, letting Artha's spirits soar, knowing he had at least got it into the mouth.

Slatr blinked his eyes and rolled his tongue over the smoothness of the ticking grenade. He savored it as he noticed the Dragon Booster, directly in front. He grinned, showing off his teeth once more. Saliva dripped from his jaws. He started to take a step, but before his foot was once again placed on the ground, it happened.

"No!" Artha shouted. The grenade went off, exploding in Slatr's armor protected mouth. The entirety of the security forces were as distraught as the Dragon Booster. Moordryd laughed from the shadows, what idiots they all were.

Slatr tossed his head and screamed, completely shocked by the experience. Then he bolted. "No!" Artha yelled as Slatr turned and ran off quickly, squeezing between the buildings.

"He's headed to block 31! Evacuate, issue the alarms. Dragon Booster!" Captain Faier shouted, looking at Artha. Artha grimaced and Beau bolted after Slatr, trying to keep up. He needed a new plan.

Beau whined, apparently trying to tell Artha something. "What is it?" Artha asked. Beau continued in his deep, dragon voice. Then Artha remembered. Lance! The dragon was headed straight for him! "Lance! Magna Draconis, no!" Beau increased his speed, following Slatr's destructive path.

Unseen behind him, Decepshun raced along. Moordryd couldn't believe it. His plan had failed. The stupid Booster's plan failed. He wondered what the idiot would attempt next.

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"Come on…yes! Next level!" Lance cheered for himself as he pressed the buttons furiously. Fracshun watched over Lance's shoulder as Lance flew through his new VIDDgame with skill. Fracshun twitched his tail from where he was laying on the ground against a building with Lance leaning against him.

Lance had since grown tired of the news when Artha didn't appear on it. It really scraped scales, especially since the DCS had banned all reporters from entering block 32.

Lance, so focused in his game, failed to hear the distant, heavy footsteps of Slatr as he rushed towards block 31...