Hey there guys! I loved writing my last Dragon ball Z fic so much, that I've had inspiration for another. I hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: I only own my characters and plot. The TARDIS and anything Doctor Who related the BBC's property. I am simply a humble fanfiction writer borrowing aspects of it.
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Racing through the ruined cities of Teccol was not her idea of a good time. Especially not when a huge, bloodthirsty monster was hot on her heels. However, if she was honest, she preferred the creature followed her. At least then she knew where it was. How the Professor had ended up in this situation was anyone's guess, but the Time Lady had managed it, and had broken her own personal record. She had literally stepped out of the TARDIS when all of a sudden this giant lizard creature raced at her. Now, she simply hoped that it would tire of 'chase the Time Lady' and leave her alone. Of course, with her track record, she could say with a lot of confidence that it wasn't going to happen soon. And, with no actual civilisation taking hold on the planet for the past 200 years, there wasn't really anywhere to hide. Well, nowhere stable enough to hold up to any ramming from the creature that had seen her as its next meal. And she was beginning to feel the effects of all out running. If she didn't find somewhere to hide soon, she feared she'd become a Big Lizard treat. What was that? On the rise. She beamed, panting for breath. Her salvation. The TARDIS. She had come full circle! Picking up her last reserves of speed, she dashed for the simple stone hut, ramming herself into the door and shoving it open, falling into the comfortable golden interior of her ship, slamming the door shut before the lizard could reach her. Leaning her back against the door, she closed her eyes and slid down to the floor, finally allowing herself to feel the exhaustion that had been plaguing her. Sighing heavily, she pushed herself up and strolled towards the control panel, her fingers expertly flicking over the buttons and switches. She smiled as she typed co-ordinates into the navigation system. It had been far too long since she had been to see old friends. Almost a year and a half now. The engines thumped into life, whirring in pitch as they responded to her command. Allowing the ship to fly herself, the Professor went to her seldom used Meditation room, deciding that she needed to let her mind wander and relax.
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The light of the far sun glinted off sleek metal as a large, ancient vessel rumbled through the quiet reaches of the Sol system, coming to halt on the outskirts of the orbit of Pluto. The engines ground to a halt, falling silent. Nothing moved on the colossal ship, except for the odd blink of lights through the portholes. The patch work of different metals coated the ship, some places sleek and new, others rough and old. Jets and propulsion rockets of different crafts littered the stern, amateur welding making the mess look more like it had been thrown together in a hurry. A retro vibrated, coming to life, slowly swinging the ship around, starboard facing into the centre of the solar system. On board the vessel, two figures surveyed the planets, they're images appearing in sequence upon the screen: Neptune, Uranus, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars. Finally, the image rested upon Earth. One of the crew leaned in, inspecting the blue and green orb.
"Is that it?" He stood, turning to the much taller one next to him.
"That's it. That's the planet."
"Hmm. It doesn't look like much to me. What's so special about it?"
"I don't know. Neron has his eyes set on it."
"Why?"
"That, gentlemen, is for me to know. All I want you to know is that something has caught my intrigue." They turned as the dim lights brightened, the image disappearing. Neron was an impossibly skinny, tall man, aged by time and a long life of seeking only he knew what. His eyes glinted in the light, an almost mad shine to them. Striding past his companions, he stopped at the nearest porthole and looked out. The endless darkness they had been used to for so long was now illuminated by the glowing orb far in the centre, the cold only slightly more bearable. He smiled a little, rubbing bony hands together. Turning with an almost astonishing speed, he faced his comrades. His hands moved to his back and his posture straightened, making him seem much taller than he was.
"Tatzo, Crail, as you know, we are the last of the Preservatists, a group of different races with the same want: to preserve all that is rare and endangered in our universe." He turned to the window once again, continuing to address them. "Ever since our groups were disbanded by that damned Galactic Senate, I have carried on our esteemed work, finding anything on the brink of extinction and pulling them back. I have saved plant life, insects, invertebrates, and even peoples. I have grouped them all, placed them in environments that mirror their own, and watched as they thrived and lived on. But I grow weary; my age is beginning to catch up with me. I am becoming tired of constantly travelling. I want to settle down and enjoy preserving my collections. Maybe even try again my failed attempt to bring back those I have saved to full strength. Cloning has come such a long way since I first tried, until the Senate halted my proceeds. Damn them." He fell silent. Tatzo, the tall light blue skinned man looked to the shorter, orange Crail, shrugging. Clearing his throat, he looked warily to the man near the window.
"Um...what changed?"
"Changed? Nothing changed. Everything is still the same. Same as it ever was. Same as it ever should be. My desires remain. The only thing that has spurred on this new search is simply this; I came upon this solar system by chance. Simple, pure chance. But I was much further in. I saw that planet, this Earth, and I saw its remarkable beauty. And, I decided, it was time for just one last bit of exploration. A peaceful exploration. That is all. If we find any life that is nearing extinction, we can save it, thus preserving their futures." He fell silent once again. Turning to the two behind him, he smiled. "Tatzo, program the Collector. Get it to set itself somewhere on Earth, out of sight. And tell it to survey. I want to know what exists on the planet." The tall man nodded, exiting the room. Crail looked to the now thinking Neron.
"What about me?" He seemed to snap from his thoughts, swinging around.
"Do what you normally do. Keep the ship running." The short alien turned, grumbling under his breath about mad old men, stomping out of the meeting room. Neron watched a silvery ball shot from an area below him, hovering for a moment before zooming off and out of sight. By his calculations, Neron estimated it would arrive to its destination in three months time, giving him time to ponder over the curiosities that could face him. He turned from the porthole, reclining in a nearby chair, lost in thought. Whatever this planet would show, it was sure to be remarkable. He just knew it.
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Night on Earth was often peaceful far from the cities. Not tonight, however. A terrible storm had hit from the East, gale force winds and driving rain lashing the landscape and all around it. Deep throated rumbles of thunder and the bright flashes of lightning punctuated the almost black sky. The grasslands at the foot of the mountains were soon waterlogged, and the lakes and streams nearby swelled. High up on Mount Paozu, the small house wasn't immune from the storm's rage. A close rumble of thunder vibrated the walls, and the rain hammered on the windows. In fact, the windows looked more like waterfalls to the residents inside. Gohan sat at the window, watching the dancing of the lightning in the sky, listening as his mother calmed his two year old brother. Goten was growing fast, which was to be expected, and already had his father's unruly hair. He smiled. Sometimes he wondered if Bulma had secretly cloned Goku, the likenesses between father and son were outstanding. His sensitive hearing heard his father's breathing from the other room. He hadn't been disturbed by the storm, or by Goten's waking. It would appear to an outsider that he was a heavy sleeper, but Gohan knew better than that. He knew that his father's keen senses were constantly on his family, even if he himself didn't know it. Sighing, Gohan moved from the window and back to his bed, the worst of the storm over. He stopped a moment, looking back to the drenched landscape; almost sure he caught sight of something falling to the ground from the black skies above. He reached out with his own senses, but was unable to find anything. Shaking his head, he climbed back into the confines of his covers and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
The fact was, however, Gohan had seen something fall to the Earth, its landing askew due to the violent weather. Crashing in a far off forest, the small ship came to a halt, lying motionless upon the soaking ground. As no one was around, no one saw the slim tendrils that silently grew from the orb, digging their way into the ground, slowly pulling the ship down with them, leaving upturned soil in its wake.
Well, that's the first chapter. Let me know what you think. Constructive Criticism is always welcome. Thanks for reading!