Time for some mix-up. Also screw Saiyans being too popular, time for the Human to have a chance!


The Guildhall was wrecked, ravaged and destroyed consequently, and so a new one was being constructed. Damon was currently meditating, with his fellow time patrollers training.

Rikyu and Cyrus ended up joining Fairy Tail, the master decided that their situation was fair enough. Of course the guild was weary at first, not much liking former enemies joining, but eventually, after a week they all lightened up.

Damon during his time not helping to rebuild the guild was meditating and training, madly.


"Why are you disappearing Damon?" Erza asked rather condescendingly like a wife would a husband. Damon only continued to walk out of the guild.

"I must train to get that power under control and get stronger. I made a promise Erza, I would never lose another friend and those close to me. If I have to become distant to everyone to accomplish that, then so be it." He added the last part rather coldly, but it stood as he left, leaving Erza conflicted.


"Huh, so you're out here again?" Crusher asked as he watched Damon cross-legged in position, floating in his meditative state. He promptly ignored the fellow Time Patroller.

He was within the location of the woods he used for training, the gravity chamber nearby. The day was rather fresh but slightly scorching as even Crusher looked to be slightly perspiration.

"You know, Erza is worried about you. I am a little too. You're out here now, avoiding everyone at the guild unless it's absolutely necessary." Again he was ignored. A tick mark could be seen appearing on his forehead. "Hey!" Damon sighed in exasperation as he slowly let his meditation wear off of him.

His sight returned and he was greeted by Crusher standing in front of him, slightly pissed off.

"Maybe you should be training too Crusher, you didn't exactly beat Cyrus very easily now did you?" Crusher only looked to the side slightly peeved now. But he relaxed.

"Perhaps you're right. But you're too weak for me anyway." Damon immediately proved him wrong by unleashing immense power. The density was almost comparable to his fight, or rather humiliation on Jose.

"Wha..." Damon let his gaze rest on Crusher, who was slightly dumbfounded. He barely could be considered as holding his title against Cyrus, but now this.

"This time, the battle will go quite differently." His aura was spiked up with flames and an intimidating red dragon-slitted set of eyes glared at Crusher, who smirked.

"We'll see."


"Holy crap, he's beating him senseless." Rikyu and his partner observed the fight. How one-sided it's become. How the tables had turned.

"This is the power of what he'll become, this is only a piece of it," Cyrus slowly responded, watching the experiment toy with the strongest human.

"Cyrus," Rikyu looked to his partner, "what did they do to him?" Cyrus looked saddened slightly.

"You know how humans are inferior to the other races of the Time Patrol, how we are not built to fight ascended Saiyans, Super Namekians, those of the Frieza clan and the practically indestructible majins."

Rikyu nodded slowly, trying to piece together what he was getting at.

"Well, over a decade ago an experiment was made to determine if humans could really stack up with a little bit of 'help.'" He strained that last word heavily.

A resounding punch sounded and Crusher as beat to the ground.

"The jokes of how 'the ultimate warrior.'" Cyrus said slowly, but now, he knew they were right. "He was made to eradicate the enemies of the Time Patrol. His powers, however, have laid dormant until now, and now they're growing exponentially." Rikyu could see that. It was like the monster Broly, just even worse, no more than worse, a calculating, accurate Broly. A monster who knows no strength, and can control it.

"Many have seen the effects anger has on a Saiyan, and so they used that, many have seen the effects of regeneration and vitality a Namekian has, so they used that," Rikyu slowly widened his eyes, "many have seen the pure potential those of the Frieza clan have, and so they used that, and many have seen the near indestructibility a Majin has and so they used that. However, there were complications."

"Nobody was made to uphold all of that blood mixed together. So, painful procedures were done to his mind to strengthen it. Any normal being would die."

"Some considered just constructing another Cell, it was certainly possible, but Cell had one flaw. He didn't carry the spirit of a Human, the resolve to finish every fight, and to overcome every odd, he was a coward who relied on his power too much and not his will." Rikyu understood that completely. Humans weren't weak for sure, they were the weakest of the races, but when they put their mind to it they could overcome so much. Hell, the Kaio-ken could be so refined some of them reached 100x its use by strengthening their bodies so much. The amount of strain would kill anyone else, but the Human resolve is what held their bodies together.

"And so trial after trial. He had killed his friends, his loved ones, always approaching losing control. That's where they wanted him to go. And one day it did happen." He paused as he slowly exhaled. "All of the scientists were lost that day, and the project was scrapped, but it was done. It seemed the 'ultimate warrior,' was in fact made."

"Cyrus, how do you know all of this anyway?" Rikyu asked rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his hair, slightly confused on how his partner had all of this info.

"Well, let's just say I did some snooping on Trunks and the Supreme Kai of Time."

"What?" Rikyu practically yelled out for all to hear. "You took this from them?"

"Yes, now please be quiet so the whole universe doesn't overhear us."

"Oh, sorry." He chuckled with a huge grin.

"So why did it not awaken until now anyway?"

"Well when it was scrapped, I read that his memories were locked away, as well as his power. It's why he was weaker than normal humans as well. He couldn't really grow due to the mixed blood not being accessible. And I guess when Hope died on the mission it was like a spark for his power, sort of like Super Saiyan." Rikyu nodded, he remembered his transformation, the anger, rage, power overwhelming in him. He felt like he could destroy worlds with his fingers, hell he could!

"Who'd they take the samples from anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"The blood," Rikyu affirmed.

Cyrus shook his head, "those documents were too secure apparently, I didn't find anything on the donors, but I doubt they were anyone small. Freiza for sure, probably Majinn Buu, Piccolo, as for the Saiyan I'm not sure, it could be a mix of Goku and Vegeta or something else."

So many conflicting races intertwined. The pure potential of the Frieza clan with their lust for power, the child naivety of the Majins with their pure cruelty and gluttonous lust in battle with their magical prowess, the powers and collected mind of the Namekians, and the hardened rage and need for battle of the Saiyans, and complete cruel anger in Super Saiyan.

"Do you think he remembers what happened to him?" Cyrus shook his head.

"Most likely not, or he'd have tried to kill us for even being a part of the Patrol. What happened to him is something that should've never happened."


His full potential seemed to match the enemy as of now, but from his glaring eyes, he could see what was going to happen.

"I've barely been able to maintain control for this next part. It's calling out to me..." Damon looked as if he was longing for something, to go into the next phase. Crusher could sense the power from within, it was indeed monstrous.

Damon hunched over, appearing to be in pain, his aura exploded as he let a fiery roar escape him, his power skyrocketing. His eyes hardened, his hair lengthened slightly, his body became impenetrable. His muscles bulged to unreal levels, appearing similar to a character from the past. His eyes had lightly cascading lines of pure blue, contrasting with the veins all over his body burning a deep crimson.

"Mystic...Rage." With a final yell of power, a blinding light resounded, revealing him in this new form, his power on such a high scale Crusher slightly paled.

Crusher, however, lightened his body up, his bangs blowing in the wind of his own aura. He smiled.

"You've gotten strong Damon. I'll try out my new technique. Goku taught it to me before I came here. He said it was a last resort. So, why not?" He clenched his body hard, his veins popped, his face hardened in anger and pain.

He slowly began to gather energy rapidly, his body hardening, gaining more and more power. Damon stood there raising an eyebrow and then he realized what it was.

"Kaio-Ken!" The red aura exploded light a supernova around his body, blowing in every direction, almost clashing with Damon's own fiery aura. "Kao-Ken Times Ten!" He screamed further as his body felt like it was going to break in two right then and there. Knives stabbed his nerves, a headbutt pounded on his head repeatedly, his knees felt like they were out of the sockets, but he stood firm letting the feeling set in.

Without further words in an instant they clashed, both arms reeled back in punches which collided, shaking the environment to its core. They both had smirks.

"So this is the power you've had? I'm impressed." Crusher then landed a gut-wrenching strike in the solar plexus, making Damon hurl spittle, "but not that much." And quickly he round-house kicked Damon into a nearby tree with a resounding crash and boom.

Crusher hovered there in the air, waiting for his opponent to charge once more, however, he quickly widened his eyes as he tried to turn around.

"Take this! Furious Cannon!" A point-blank blast of condensed Ki sent Crusher flying away, screaming in pain. He followed up the strike with innumerable amounts of condensed ki blasts flying in every trajectory towards Crusher's position.

However, just as quick, a quick swipe of his hand silenced all of the oncoming Ki blasts. Damon rolled his tongue slightly, sighing, but then getting into his stance once more.

"Round two?"

"Sure." Before another second passed, they were high in the sky, exchanging blows too fast to see for any normal person. Hard rights to the cheeks, knees into the gut, hard left kicks into the ribs, too fast to watch but the damage was still there. A swipe drew blood from Crusher's forehead, and a hard kick into Damon's hand cracked a wrist slightly. Another headbutt into Crusher sent them both reeling away with pain in their head, which quickly wore out as they shook it off.

They both yelled in fury as they re-exchanged blows, faster and more furious than before; left right, uppercut, dodge, dodge, kick, knee, dodge, dodge, it kept getting faster and faster, with no loss of momentum. A roundabout of blows kept sending aerial shockwaves falling like raindrops to the ground, too numerous to count, but enough to seem like a true storm. A category 6 hurricane, no perhaps category 10 if there existed one on such a scale. Maybe then it would still be too small as winds continued to accelerate around the eye of the storm which was this massive fight.

"I will beat you!" Damon yelled.

"I'd like to see you try!" Crusher yelled back in equal conviction. Explosions were summoned everywhere, and Damon could say he had a rival for sure, a worthy adversary. He was happy.


"He's gotten stronger..." a feminine voice seemed to hum in the air, "much stronger, so quickly. This is what I was told, but he was always too weak to put up a fight. Perhaps before I end him I'll get a good fight."

"I'm always here to help." The woman scoffed under her hood.

"You might be strong here, but the only advantage you truly have is immortality." A sigh was heard in return.

"I suppose you're right, but you couldn't beat me because of it."

"Don't think I won't take your tongue for that," she said in a sadistically cruel but happy voice. The other voice stayed silent after that remark.


A familiar scarlet haired mage was scouring the guild site's premises for someone. She found her rival with the snow-white hair instead as she asked her something.

"Hey Mira, you know where Damon is?" She asked in a calm voice laced with molten fire.

And that's when Lucy and Cana came walking by, four women of Fairy Tail began to converse. Where were half of the builders? Did they run off to train again?

Erza's face kept getting more and more deformed as she began to clutch a sword she'd summoned. And then a torrential downpour of explosions was heard in the distance.

"You ladies mind joining me?" Erza asked calmly, asking if they'd join the hunt. Mira and Lucy nodded, seeing some fun out of this, Cana simply shrugged and smiled as she drank the rest of a bottle.


Natsu shivered, "Damn what the hell?"

Gray walked over, actually perplexed as to what he was doing shivering...

"Natsu, what the hell are you shivering? You cold?" Gray asked about to laugh his ass off.

"No...I felt something, similar to when Erza would..." And then he realized it. "Hey, Gray where's the new guy?"

"Damon he's...oh." They both realized it then and there, he was possibly a dead man, there was the 1% chance he'd live. "What about Crusher and other two guys they might just be..." Natsu shook his head.

"No, this feeling, it's definitely bad." Natsu had a face of full of compassion as the facts came to fruition. "Also Gray, where the hell are your clothes ICE QUEEN?!" He screamed the end.


"RUN!"

"DAMON!"


He wanted to die. The small boy sat there in the isolated room, pleading for death. He begged for it, for any god, any higher power to grant his wish.

"Please, I just want it to end," he sobbed out. Blood soaked his hands and face, his eyes were bloodshot, hair soaked, not by water, and his body broken. He sat in the lotus position glaring down at his own hands. He hated it, he hated his hands, himself, this world.

Why was it him? Why did he have to kill? Why was he chosen? He didn't feel special, he just felt disgusted with himself, revolted, he wanted to puke, hell he already did, but nothing came up anymore.

His eyes were practically glazed over as he remembered the sights of his friends being butchered, maimed, destroyed, eviscerated, chopped up, all by him. He did it, he killed them all. He knew death wouldn't satisfy the guilt he felt, but it was a step in the right direction, but he was too tired to attempt suicide, so he was begging for some help.

"Please, if there's a god out there, end it! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE!" He screamed in agony laced with fear. The room was pure white, no doors could be seen, the blood-soaked the floor as bodies were littered everywhere. The only thing differentiating a white void was the bodies, the very dead and mutilated bodies.

"Oh we can't have that." A blue looking man seemed to be coming from the distance. A chunk of meat seemed to hang from his mouth like he was a wild wolf eating its next meal. His face held a stubble of a beard, his eyes were predatory, his body overweight and chunky. His demeanor was that of carelessness and confidence, his attitude the same. Everything about him seemed to scream corrupt as his getup seemed to represent an official, a godly official at that as he wore the robes of a Kai. "No, we still need you boy." His voice was heavy; gravelly as if it was asphalt.

He continued sauntering his way towards the boy, who could only glare in contempt; if he couldn't kill himself he'd kill this man, if he could, he couldn't though. He could barely move. Whatever they gave him, it was somehow controlling him, they were. These monsters in the peaceful looking skin. Kais peaceful, no, they were anything but. They were monsters, that of which Buu would look like a saint.

This thing, this animal was the mastermind. He'd taken his life and ruined it, but as he finally pulled one last person out from behind him, the boy lost all sense of himself. He gagged and writhed in pain as he flexed, he couldn't control himself. His body fought against every restraint, and as his power began to shake the white void, the Kai's face began to change from one of confidence to one of horror.

"What are you?"

A voice came out, one full of hatred and rage. Filled to the brim with untapped fury, it spoke in a tone never heard of from the boy before. As if a god was in the boy's body it spoke in a tongue laced with fire.

"I'll kill you." Those three simple words were all that was said. And the cause, the young girl the Kai carelessly held, dead, with blood foaming from the mouth as her eyes had the ever-present sign of a plea for help that never came.

The Kai began to back up shaken as the power continued to rise. The boy writhed in agony as if he was losing control, no the Kai could see it, he was losing control.

"What are you?" The Kai asked horror etched on his face.

"I am the bringer of death, the destruction of everything; I am rage incarnate; I am Fury." He was a demon, that's what the Kai saw.

A Demonic Fury.

A final scream of agony ran through the void.


Hope you enjoyed it. This next arc should be interesting.