A Time for Fun
I had thought long and hard about this over the years, probably more than anything else. What would it be like? How would I do it? What could I expect? I had thought of a thousand different variations on how. But when the time actually came, I was at a bit of a loss. So I thought back to the classics.
Piccolo's had been particularly astounding. Though a tad uniform for my taste. Vegeta's, in contrast, had been pretty bland. Probably because it was just an everyday thing to him. But then there was Cell's, now that had been quite dramatic. I hated that bastard exceptionally, but I had to give credit where credit was due. Bursting into a news studio and broadcasting his challenge to the world? That took imagination. But how could I top it? Make my entrance? That was the question. And after much deliberation, I decided to let them come to me.
I must have hovered there for hours before anyone noticed, even though it was one of the busiest areas in the city. But I held out. Never flinching, never stirring, no movement what so ever. Like a spider waiting for its prey. When they finally did notice me though, I knew it had been worth it. I never opened my eyes but I could sense them, even as weak as they were. Some froze in place, gawking like dead fish, with their eyes bulging and their mouths slack. Others rubbed their eyes and shook their heads, expecting they were hallucinating. Still others called out and threw things, expecting to get my attention. It was tempting to start things prematurely, but I persevered.
Then, as the morning started to break, their news crews finally rolled in. About time. Their crews piling out like the special forces, grabbing their gear and setting up with great precision. Some yelled at me to talk to them from the street, or from the adjacent buildings. One particularly desperate news team tried to bring their chopper in close, only to find that I was unmoved by their ridiculous efforts. But eventually, one team finally had some brains and brought in a rising platform. Just in time, as I was starting to lose patience.
I could hear them. A man and a woman. Whispering. He sounded, wimpy, and she... annoying, but that was fine. I just needed their camera, not their personalities.
Finally, their contraption screeched to a halt just below me.
"How long til we're on?" she asked the other, ignoring my existence.
"In 3, 2, 1!" said the man. She spoke up again, just as he finished his countdown.
"This is Nova Pierce with ZAKA TV, now face to face with the flying man of West City!" she proclaimed, before turning to me, "Sir, would you mind giving us a few words?"
I supposed this was as good as it was going to get.
"Yeah, sure." I replied as I rose from my stigma, perhaps a tad too quickly as the camera guy flinched. But she, despite a flash of fear across her face, stood steadfast in her composure. She was pretty attractive, but she pretty much had to be.
"Everyone wants to know how you are doing this! Do you care to share your secret Mister?" she flattered while flashing her brightest smile. She had a way with buttering people up. I decided to humor her.
"Oh, you want to find out eh?" I grinned, sadistically enough to make her flinch this time, "Sure, I'll tell you. I just gather my energy, like so." I explained, as I formed a blast.
Their eyes bugged out of their skulls. Looking a little familiar now, I bet. The Cell games had been a while ago, but they had not been forgotten I saw.
"Course, not to this extreme, the energy that makes me float has so little density, it's invisible." I smirked as I explained, we were about to get to the good part.
They weren't too amused though. Just staring at the glowing energy so intently, they probably weren't even hearing me right now. It was understandable, this may be completely foreign to them, but people had a sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing. You could somehow just sort of feel the impending danger from an orb of kai. Like ominous vibes just poured off of it.
"You see," I started, smiling softly as I outstretching my left hand to the side, "If I gather up a lot more energy, it becomes visible, like this one. But, this one isn't for flying, you know?"
They turned back to me at that, their faces pale and frozen. I think they may just figured out what was going to happen here. But why not make sure?
"Can you guess what it's for?" I asked in a rather playful tone.
Her lip quivered, while he freaking dropped his camera. Damn idiot, just ruined what I was doing... but whatever. It wasn't a game breaker.
I looked to my left, at my target then, and hesitated, but only for a moment. I had waited long enough.
"It's for blowing stuff UP!" I roared, blasting the beam of energy from my hand.
The blast tore through the city, ripping off the tops of buildings and blasting everything in it's way out of sight. Before, eventually, disappearing into the horizon. The crowd was frozen at first. They had seen it, but it took awhile before they could just believe it.
When it finally sank in, there was a lot of screaming and scrambling. Some people even getting trampled for their slowness. Everybody ran, save the little news woman and the skittish camera guy. Because they could not, as they were stuck on their high up little perch. Like sitting ducks.
"What...are you!" she asked, in a panicked tone, shaking in her high heels.
"Shut up you clowns." I growled, suddenly landing between them.
She screamed, and slammed against the railing on the opposing side in a useless attempt to distance herself. While the man also screamed, in about the same tone, and pulled out a screwdriver. He pointed it at me, but the shear terror on his face... He wasn't going to do anything else.
"You are completely useless," I growled, picking up their camera.
It seemed to still be on, thank goodness. I looked back to the woman then, and outstretched my hand.
She didn't move a muscle.
So I did.
"NOO!" she screeched, as I grabbed her hand.
"PLEASE DON'T" the other one screeched, but remained frozen on his side of the platform.
I'd say, 'the man screeched', but I don't think he qualifies as one anymore.
I slowly lifted her hand to my mouth, as her eyes widened so much I wondered if they'd pop. And then I turned to the camera.
"Hello everybody, it's me, and yeah, it's good to be back from the dead." I growled into the microphone the terrified reporter held, "I'm about to kick off my welcome back party, right in this town, and I want to let you know you are all invited," I broke into a full smile, "And you know who you are. But until you guys get here, I'm afraid I'll have to start without you!"
At that, I pressed the camera into the woman's arms. And then the man, I guess I'll credit him, since he finally acted like one, lurched forward and drove his screwdriver into my back. Or bashed it uselessly against it anyway. I turned to him swiftly then, and he... probably let his bowels loose by the look of his face... but...
"There you go sport," I complemented, as I ruffled his hair with my hand, "I knew you had it in you!"
I laughed in his face and took to the sky.
"You guys do real good job with that camera, and maybe I won't blow you up!"
I left them with that.
And I began my fun.
I flew through the buildings and tore up cars. I blew up bill boards and hijacked cars, only to crash them into other cars or buildings. I chased people through the streets as fast as they could run, speeding them on with some explosions. I smashed into the ground and tore up the streets. Anyone who tried to fight me, be it with guns or fists, well I gave them special attention. I tried to let the runners run, the ones that didn't die in the explosions anyway, I always let cowards live. That way I could get 'em later.
But, as I reached the halfway point, I was already starting to get bored. This really wasn't that much fun. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying myself. But something was missing. And I was being a tad gluttonous, things were getting destroyed way too quickly. Overall, this was just too easy, what was the point? I sighed, maybe it was because I was all alone. No 18, no 16, not that he would have enjoyed this. It just wasn't as much fun to create mayhem all alone. But I supposed that didn't matter, this was still a lot better than nothing.
And I knew that this wasn't the best part of it anyway.
Three large power signatures were already coming in fast. I remembered the real game was fighting. And this destruction would make them put their hearts into it! I smiled, having 18 or 16 here wouldn't make this part more enjoyable. This was the part that was supposed to be played solo. Now it was time for some real fun!
But first, I had to make the proper preparations! I searched the ground desperately, I knew they to be around here somewhere... I had just seen them after all! But where had they ended up? The three were closing in, so I decided to hurry. I blasted through the destroyed city streets at super sonic speed, kicking up debris as I did. I had to hurry if it was going to happen in time. I really wanted this to go perfectly.
And to my luck, just as I was about to give up, I found them cowering in a half destroyed building.
"Yo." I said calmly, "You broke the deal."
"GAHH!" the cameraman yelled.
The reporter was frazzled, to say the least, her cameraman was a good deal worse. But their gear looked to still be in fine shape at least.
"I really have to have the worst luck, getting saddled with you morons." I sighed, "I went to the effort to make sure not to destroy the area I left you in, and you end up wandering right into my playground. And worse than that, you're not even broadcasting?"
They were speechless. I was livid.
"That camera better still work."
The fun was about to really begin.
This was ridiculous.
Nova began questioning every decision she had ever made as they set up at their new location on top of a building, that was probably about to collapse. Like why she had even became a reporter in the first place? Writers were paid well enough too, but they didn't have to go to the flipping scene! Or maybe she should have listened to her father and gone to law school; they worked only after the 'scene' had happened! But no, she had to be on TV! So here she was, catering to some psychotic pretty-boy monster, waiting til he was done with her so then she might be able to run away while he fired fire balls at her. He was going to kill them after this, she knew it. Dessy certainly did.
Why didn't she listen to her cameraman? He had wanted to bail as soon as the fireworks started, but no; she had to get the story! What story? Her obituary? The thing had already destroyed ZAKA's West City head quarters, she had watched him do it. First he had drove a truck into it, then he had kicked what was still standing over, then he had thrown one of his fireballs or whatever they were at it. Now it was a crater, she didn't even have a job anymore! She was going to die for nothing!
And speaking of ZAKA's destruction, that left them with no way to actually broadcast this crap! The monster was going to kill them sooner rather than later!
{Dessy!} she whispered, as he was working on the equipment. It had taken some damage and stopped working, but they didn't need that super-freak knowing that! But Dessy was so sure he could get it working again.
"WHAT!" he turned around, thinking the monster had come back to kill them. He was the nervous type to say the least.
{Shut-up!}, she whispered as loud as she dared, {I'm just trying to warn you not to tell freaky about the network. Whatever you do don't tell him this isn't being broadcasting!}
{But we are broadcasting! I just got an up link.} he smiled wearily at that.
{How the heck is that possible!} she exclaimed. ZAKA was gone, it didn't make any sense.
{I up linked with the World Wide News Service's network. They're going to air it live!} he explained.
And at that, her face went from scared to euphoric. Dessy realized telling her had probably been a mistake.
"Really! THAT'S AMAZING!" she roared, grinning at him.
That news reawakened her! This still mattered, in fact it now mattered more than anything ever! To broadcast this live, worldwide? She was about to become the most famous reporter who ever lived! And if she managed to get out of here alive, she was going to be bigger than movie stars! It was everything she ever wanted, and she was ecstatic.
"ALRIGHT!" you cried, pumping herself up, "Yoo-hoo, mister Monster!" she waved at 17 who was staring off into the distance. Her personality had done a complete 180.
{SHUTUP! DON"T BRING HIM OVER HERE! ARE YOU NUTS!} Dessy whispered, the loudest whisper she had ever heard.
She still ignored him very easily though.
"PRETTY-BOY MONSTER!" she yelled in her most powerful voice. He was deaf if he didn't hear her that time.
"What?" was what she got. He didn't even bother to look.
Dessy just thanked his stars he seemed to be to distracted to be annoyed at those semi insults Nova was insanely babbling.
"We are ready to go live okay?" she said, almost sweetly.
That made Dessy a little sick, not from fear though.
"As soon as you see more flying people, start filming. And the name is 17, if you can't get that right I'll just make due with a camera man. Or maybe just a camera"
"Fine, fine Mister 17." she turned around to Dessy, "How's my hair? Don't lie, if I look stupid on air this is going to be worthless!"
"Why are you being so stupid? He could kill us in an instant!" he exclaimed to her face.
She only gave him an annoyed look in response.
"… It looks fine." he replied glumly, a defeated man.
She was always the type to risk herself for the story. In fact, if they got all this the way she wanted, she might not even mind dieing for it. He just happened to be of a very different mind. Sane. But he was also her whipping boy, so here he was.
He scanned the skies.
"Wait, did he say there would be more coming like him!" Dessy suddenly shrieked, remembering the conversation.
"Who cares, just make sure you don't miss your cue." she replied, double checking herself in her hand mirror.
He went back to scanning the skies. Every bird looked like a flying man to him now, he was getting incredibly nervous about missing his cue. And Nova was no help at all, too concerned with how she looked to help him. The nut job!
Losing the network had almost made her act normal. Act like her life was more important than her work, act like she didn't want to die. She was always doing this crap, always dragging him into dangerous situations, calling him a coward if he didn't go along, risking her life for her career. His predecessor had warned him about it, told him she wouldn't be happy til she got herself [or her camera man] killed, but he hadn't listened to him. He had thought, maybe, it would be nice to work with her. Maybe she would notice him or something, as more than a tech guy. He had also wanted the job to move his career forward of course, but he hadn't had to take this job in particular. There had been other positions. But he had wanted to be close to her. She was pretty, and they had been friends.
Boy had that been a stupid mistake, forget the fact he risked his life on a regular basis. She didn't even appreciate him! Never mind despite his fear he always came through for her. Always stood by her no matter the danger. Because he felt the fear, because he showed it, because he tried to talk her into less dangerous situations, he was just a coward to her. They were barely even friends now let alone lovers.
He sighed, looking at her. Despite everything he couldn't bring himself to hate her though. {I must love being abused I guess.} he thought gloomily. He was going to die for a woman who couldn't care less for him.
He snapped out of his head for a second when he spotted some strange figures in the sky. Three birds? Maybe planes? He squinted at them, they didn't have the right shape for that. His teeth suddenly snapped together like a bear trap.
"Here they come!" he yelled as he picked up the camera.
She grabbed her microphone and started her intro as he pointed the camera at her.
"This is Nova Pierce, remember the name! Bringing you the only coverage of the evil 17 as he destroys West City. He seems to have stopped his rampage to await the arrival of his friends. This may be the end of the World so pay attention and let me give you the rundown!" she roared at the camera.
She was still chanting her catch phrase despite everything.
Then she moved beside Dessy so he could get a good look through the view finder as he zoomed in on the new arrivals. They appeared to be three similar looking males, one of them looking pretty familiar. She pondered for a moment, but Dessy recognized him first.
"That's Boxer Brief!" Dessy yelled, a smile on his face. Nova jumped in front of the camera, at that, smiling equally as bright.
"Breaking news people! Boxer Brief, the world's strongest man, has come to save the day with two of his compatriots! And they can fly too, believe it or not! I think we may be alright after all!"