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Dragon ball Z

The Temple of Devil.

It was dawn by the time Kazuya returned to his West city apartment. As soon as he arrived, he grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and opened it, downing a large mouthful. He heard the mail flap of the door open, and something hit his carpet. He looked over to the door, seeing his morning newspaper and a letter. Strange. He picked them up and put them on his coffee table, taking another drink.

He sat on his couch, and picked up the letter.

King of iron fist

He recognised the Zaibatsu logo on the envelope before reading the writing. Kazuya smirked, casually opening it after finishing his drink. He unfolded the letter, and read.

Dear Kazuya Mishima

Your abilities have been recognised as a worthy martial artist. Therefore, it is my pleasure to invite you, on behalf of Heihachi Mishima, to take part in the 6th King of iron fist tournament. An invitation has been enclosed with this letter, allowing you access to the preliminary rounds of the tournament. A boat will be leaving for the Mishima Island from north, west, east, south, and Satan city. On the 23rd of June. We hope to see you at the competition.

Yours sincerely,
Lee Chaolan.
Vice president of the Mishima Zaibatsu.

This would be perfect. He hadn't had a good workout since beating his Grandfather and taking his power. Maybe this time he'd take the Zaibatsu. He would have done so last time, but Heihachi beat him to it, and he had no intention of walking into an ambush. He put both letter and envelope, aside and picked up his newspaper, a smirk still on his face.

XXX

There was sand flying everywhere, to Jin's discomfort. He marched on nonetheless, tracking through the sand with minimal vision. He raised his canteen to his lips, taking a big swig of water. He trekked on. Dr. Able had said that the temple of Devil was around here, though they could have easily been lying. But why would they bother? It wasn't as if they had anything to gain by sending him on a snipe hunt.

Then, he saw something. Something big. A building of some kind. Was this it? He continued on, faster than before. He felt the beast within him rage. He had to struggle not to lose control of the immediate primal urges. Maybe if he looked here, maybe, just maybe, he might be able to learn how to control the Devil gene, or even better, abolish it.

Then, through the sand, he saw a pair of red eyes. He froze, dropping his canteen, the water spilling into the sand bellow. Kazuya? No, it wasn't. If it were him, the Devil within him would have reacted to his. He moved on, cautiously. As he got closer, he saw that it was a Jack. He eyed it with suspicion. What was a Jack doing all the way out here.

"Taint of the devil gene detected," its voice boomed, making Jin instinctively jump to a battle stance. "Initiating combat protocol seven-alpha!" From around it, an additional seven Jacks jumped up out of the Sand.

Two of the Jack's charged at him while the other six held out their hands, which opened to reveal mini guns. They wasted no time in opening fire. Jin dodged the gun fire and kicked one of the jacks in the head with such force that it came off. Immediately after that, he threw his fist into one of their torsos, smashing it. The remaining six, out of ammo, ran at him, their arms returning to normal. Two to the left, two to the right, and two charged his centre. He punched through one of the middle Jacks, and hurled its body at the second, knocking it down. The other four swarmed on him, but he jumped back, sweeping at one of their feet, and elbowed it in the head, shattering it. The other Jack got up, and lunged, but he took it out, and kicked through a second. Two remained and, undeterred by their fellows, charged forward. One punched, and he dodged, tore its arm off, and put it through the other. His elbow came back and smashed through the last of them.

"Were they from G-corporation?" Jin questioned, looking from them to the temple that lay in front of him. They must have been. No one else knew he was here. After telling him about this place, they had tried to kill him, but why?

Hwoarang's motorcycle came to a stop just before a steep dip in the sand. The engine came to a halt, and he unsaddled the vehicle. On the horizon was an enormous, ancient looking temple. He couldn't help but be in awe. Behind him, he heard the roar of an engine. Another motorcycle to be exact. He turned to face the approaching newcomer. As it approached, he recognised them from the road. He'd passed the biker on the road. They'd had a bit of a race, though Hwoarang easily left him in the dust.

Their bike came to a halt in front of him. They dismounted, and Hwoarang's eyes widened a little as he saw the biker's features more closely. He was actually a she. She removed the red helmet that was on her head, allowing her sea of blonde hair to fall free. She approached him, her large, blue eyes locking with his. A cocky smirk came to her lips, her tongue darting out and licking them.

"Hwoarang. I've been looking forward to this for a while."

He raised an eyebrow. "And you are …?

"Lira Septa," she answered, stepping around him. He followed her with his eyes, looking closely at the tight leather gear on her body. She was hot, but this wasn't the time for that. She turned from him, to the building the distance, surrounded by a sand storm. "Do you know much about that place?"

Hwoarang shook his head, his eyes moving from her to the construction. "Strange that the sand storm is only around the building, and nowhere else."

"It's a defence," Lira stated, "to keep intruders out, and to keep whoever's in there, well, in."

"And just what's in there?"

"Apparently, one of the seven Tekken lords. According to legend anyway."

"The who according to what now?" Hwoarang questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"The temple of Devil. 'Devil' was one of Seven Tekken lords. God of power. There's also Ogre, god of fighting, and Azazeal, god of Death. Chaos, god of war. Omega, god of Ki."

"And the other two?"

Lira shrugged. "Don't recall. Anyway, it's just a legend. So why are you here?"

"I'm following someone," he answered. "And you?"

"Same. So, who are you looking for?"

"A friend." He hopped back onto his bike, and started it up.

"Mind if I tag along?"

"If you want," Hwoarang moved his goggles to his eyes. He drove down the steep dip, following a dusty path, hearing Lira bike behind him.

They went through the storm, and at first, he saw nothing, but after about a minute of driving, the grand temple came back into view. More important though, was the man standing in front of it. Kazama. He pulled to a stop, and again dismounted. "Kazama!"

Jin turned to face him. "Hwoarang? Sorry," he turned away from him, "I don't have time." Lira's bike stopped behind him, though he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What else is new," he spat, "Damn it Kazama! Stop brooding for one Kami-damned minute and look at me. Stop pushing everyone away!" If Jin heard him, he didn't show it. He walked, ascending the Temple's steps. "Don't you walk away from me! KAZAMA!" his rival continued up the stairs, then stopped. He curled over, fell to his knees, and held his head in his hands. Kazama? Something was wrong. Just then, two black, feathered wings sprouted from his back. Hwoarang's eyes widened. He was transforming, just like a year ago, after Hwoarang beat him in the Iron fist. The transformation finished within seconds.

"It's real," Lira gaped, "the legend. It's true. Devil!"

"Devil? Is that what that thing is called?" Hwoarang took a step, but with a wave of his wings, Kazama sent a blast of wind back and threw him off his feet. Then, he flapped his wings, and flew off into the sky.

Damn it! Bulma internally cursed as the online auction slipped away from her. A dazzling pair of sneakers, taken from right under her nose. Normally, she wouldn't go for sneakers, but these were just so exquisitely beautiful and rare, that she couldn't resist. Damn Mishima-lightning14432, taking the win in the last second. Bulma turned off the computer and stood, stretching.

"Oh well, they'll just have to be the ones that got away."

She left down the hall, but stopped when the phone rang. She answered it. It was a girl, asking for Trunks. She smiled, told her to wait, and headed off to get him.

He was training, along with Vegeta, in the gravity chamber. She knocked on the door, and after a few seconds it opened. Vegeta was standing there, an irritated look on his face; she looked past him to her son. "Trunks, phone for you. It's a girl." He looked to her, and blushed.

"Right, thanks mom." Trunks made for the door, but Vegeta grabbed him by the scruff of the shirt.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vegeta growled. "We're supposed to be training."

"I'll just be real quick, and then I'll be back. I promise." He stared at his son, before letting go. The teen scurried away. Bulma's husband looked at her, scowling. She gave an apathetic shrug, before closing the door on him.