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[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
The metal doors hisses and slid apart, the golden light spilled into the operating room. Light shined upon the bloody utensils on side tables, along the floor that had been deeply stained by their recent patients blood, along the walls that were filled with tiny electromagnetic pulse generators, and finally upon the empty bed were bloodied chains lay scattered and busted manacles litter the floor around it. The scene spoke only in hints to the true agony that has been inflicted in this room. Wrinkled hands came together and a soft muttering echoed into the chambers. The light cast him into a silhouette, his long shadow stretching into the room. His hand came up to the high collar surrounding his neck, his thumb and pointer finger pinching around the small circular device acting as a pin.
"Android 6 to Dr. Gero?" The feminine voice of his more recent creating came from the speaker in the pin.
"It seems our friend Android 7 has escaped. Initiate global tracking now...and send Android 9 down to clean up the mess in this room."
"At once doctor."
[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
Blistering cold. Howling winds. And blanketing white sheets of frozen water. This was not what he had come to find. He had abandoned the only other of his kind, his lecherous master, and two humans who thought they could ever hope to compare to the might of a saiyan. He contemplated spitting but the winds would just push it back onto him. His forearm blocked the flakes from reaching his eyes, and his continued to push up the mountain side with his cloak flapping irritatingly behind him. The sun had vanished under the horizon shortly after he descended upon the snow capped mountains. His teeth clacked. His skin flexed as his arms became riddled with bumps. Stopping to shake his shoulder a pound of snow fell from each and as he swept a hand through his wild mane of hair he felt another pound of the frozen liquid fall to the earth.
His eyes focused around the tree line, deep greens wrapped around dark browns, with branches that swayed precariously in the harsh winds. His feet seemed to sink further into the snow with each step, said snow already being up to his knees. His teeth ground against one another and after a moment longer of his trudging he extended his palm and let a wave of bright green erupt outward, instantly filling himself with regret. The melted snow rushed down at him and soaked into his fighting gi's pants, and with renewed hatred he trudged deeper into the woods intent on finding some cavern to use as shelter, preferably with a bare or other large animal within to act as dinner.
His aura sparked around him to beat away the flakes, only further melting snow that seeped into his boots. His toes curled as ice water ran down his ankle. His hatred for the cold only growing with each consecutive moment he remained in the infernal weather. The crunching beneath his feet grew louder as he stomped up to a tree. His hands feeling the bark for a moment before he crashed both palms into opposite ends of the tree, cutting straight through. It fell with little wine and as his green beams connected with it a roaring fame soon sprung up. He nearly considered resting uptop the open fire. His ear twitched, but he sensed no presence approaching. Hoping to fool whoever dare be bold enough to assault him. His onyx eyes scanned the wooded surrounding him… his time spent with Gohan had instilled in hima sense of preservation for the field he battled upon...even if every other instinct in him demanded he blast away these damned trees.
Suddenly there was no time to consider who was tracking him as the first move was made. A figure in a deavy pink coat came rushing from the trees, his speed splitting the path of snow behind him. Arlick considered dodging, pointless he'd be attacked again before recovering. He thought about holding his ground and blocking. Stupid considering he couldn't sense the level of power the fool emitted. Which left only one, satisfying, option. His toes quickly dug under the fallen tree that he'd lit a fire upon and kicked into the figure.
The pink coat wearing assailant faltered before raising a hand and chopping the tree in two. His footing altered mildly by the action caused him to trip over himself and fall face first into the snow and slide to stop after head butting the base of a tall pine tree. As he rose, the snow falling from his form, a mad cackle sounded from behind him. He turned to glare, a difficult thing to do when half your face is made of metal, and spotted his target.
"Truly if this mud ball is good for anything it is entertainment. Please and encore for your faithful viewer!" Arlick laughed, his shaking shoulder taunting the assailant before him.
"That right, laugh boy! Because in a few minutes you're about to be dead!" He shouted, his nasally voice shaking with rage. He seemed put off when the laughter in fact stopped and a murderous grin split the face of his target.
Bright purple light roared to life around the still form of Arlick. His hands shaking as the snow around them was pushed away. His eyes staring forth in delight, his smirk growing into a cheshire grin.
"Well, well, well! You saved me the trouble of hunting you down! What a kind soul you are!" Arlick laughed as he hovered in the air, making distance between them, before shooting a small spiralling bullet of green energy where the man stood. The coat wearing figure shifted and vanished from sight. Arlick felt his eyes widen before a cold fist slammed into his cheek. His body flying over the snow for a long minute before his back slammed into a tree, he hoped that loud crack was the wood and not his spine.
A taste like copper or iron danced across his tongue, small droplets slipping past his clenched teeth and dying the snow. The coat wearing figure smiled, his red goggles glowing in the night. Arlicks ear twitched again, something akin to a pang; a piece of metal striking another, the man vanished again and Arlick rose both arms to block his head, only for a kick to sink into his stomach. Air seemed to vanish from within him, had it ever truly been there, his chocked gasp keeping him from moving as an elbow slammed into his ribs.
The tumbling body rolled for a solid minute before the saiyan dug a hand into the snow, his fingers piercing the frosted earth below. His eyes were wide now, truly awake, as he stood and locked onto the man before him. He shifted slightly, and when the pang of metal reached his ears, he moved to block. Finally he caught the fist of the man, cool to the touch, hard as steel. The eyes he stared into were more like protruding lenses, and the only part of the face that remained flesh was his chin and mouth.
"Seems you've gone and gotten some upgrades since I last saw you Jao, but fret not, I'll never forget a voice as grating as yours!" Arlick taunted as he planted a kick into the man's stomach, the fact he went reeling gave him a seemingly endless pool of satisfaction.
"Y-you bastard! The names Tao! Tao Pai Pai!" He screamed like a fussy brat, his head ducking to avoid a fist.
"I don't need to remember the names of dead men!" Arlick replied as he entered Tao's range and let his aura explode outward in a shower of purple light, "Since you saved me the trouble of hunting you down, I'll give you the mercy of a quick death!"
Tao narrowly avoided a fist that would have went straight through his solar plexus. Suddenly a pressure appeared on his wrist, as his vision split one eye looking toward the arm the other remaining on Arlick, Tao found a furry appendage suddenly wrapped around his wrist. Before he could do anything against it he was harshly tugged down into an expectant knee. His body arched back, his hands coming up to nurse his now truly broken nose. Blood ran down his face and occasionally squirted from he broken appendage. Tao, in his fury through his hands down, literally, the metallic grippers fell to the snow from the now vacant left wrist sprouted a long dagger, nothing emerged from the right Arlick noted.
Tao smiled as he brought up the cannon arm, Arlick gaping at the appendage, suddenly the orange light building within exploded outward and crashed into the waiting hands of the saiyan. The lead ball and Arlick were sent flying backward, a deep trail carved into the snow as they went, several trees were felled before the saiyan was slammed into a cliff face. The led ball knocking the air from him, again, before falling to ground below where it sank into the frosty earth. Arlick had no time to recover before he heard the annoying pang of metal. His head tilted to the side suddenly, instinct taking control for a mere flash of a second, allowing him to dogged the blade that would have stabbed through his skull, now very firmly stuck in the cliff face. Arlick felt a forearm press into against his throat as he was forced against the cliff. His eyes opened to find the cracked lens that stared back at him. His felt himself squirm, squirm, in the tight hold his legs suddenly numb, and a pain running up his spine...His eyes trailed down and found a foot clamped on his tail. He could move, if only barely. One hand tightly gripped the wrist of the arm suffocating him, the other rising to grip the fabric of the pink coats chest area.
"Tell me boy, any last words? Any final goodbyes?" tao asked as he detached his previous blade, a new one sprouting from the vacant spot, it wasn't to last as Tao dug the steel into Arlicks abdomen, he received a paint gasp for his trouble, specks of blood splashing his face.
"Like that? Hydraulic stabbing capabilities open up a world of possibilities!" Tao hissed.
"T-Tao!" Arlick growled, one hand still gripping the wrist, the other clutching his chest.
"Yes boy?"
"You talk too much…" Arlick offered as a spiraling reen beam tore through his chest and into the distance. Tao released Arlick, who only remained upright because of the blade stabbing him and into the cliff.
The metal mercenary took several shaky steps back, his arms shaking as he stared at the bleeding hole in his torso. A mix of oil and blood spurting out and onto the snow. The strength quickly vanish from his as he fell to his knees. His blinking red lensses staring ruefully one last time as the saiyan grunted in pain while ripping the blade from his abdomen. His life was over.
[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
"Hm? Oh my...well that just won't do." A black haired woman with a glowing red eyes pouted as she reached across the console and picked up a phone.
"Gero, what is it Android 6?"
"I'm sorry to report but Android 7 has gone offline."
"Was his memory data transferred back to base at least?"
"Partially sir."
"Then why am I being bothered?!"
[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
Each small cabin in the village had windows glowing bright orange, the candles within working overtime to provide some serviceable glow for the homes in the dark of night. A tall man with broad shoulders carrying a bundle of dead wood under one arm froze as he felt a force approach him, his meaty hand instantly sinking to his daughters head and pushing her behind him.
A short boy with a wild mane of black hair in a violet fighting gi, smeared with blood, and a white cloak came from between the trees. One of his eyes was swollen, his lip busted, bruises along his jawline, one hand gripping the cloth of his abdomen, where fresh blood was still seeping through the cloth.
The man heard his daughter gasp and slip between his legs and rush to the injured boy, "Mafuura! Stop!" He cried out, failing to stop his child from reaching the boy. She began guiding him toward the village, luck had been with him that they were just about there and that his daughter was so willing to lend aid. He rubbed his head, already knowing his wife would want an explanation for this one.
[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
A/N: Here's another chapter for you, I don't have much to say honestly so I won't drag this out. That said some information for you, I've decided that Zenkai boost will now give a flat upgrade in power instead of their sporadic boost from Namek. They will ALWAYS double the power level of whoever is receiving the zenkai.
Power Level/ Battle Power(As of this chapter)
Arlick- (127-130)
Kakarot-(55-59)
ChiChi- (54-56)
Kuririn-(42)
M. Roshi-(91-?)
Bulma-(5)
Karen-(12)
Kobashi-(1)
Tao Pai Pai-(131)
Translation note: Mafuura- Muffler or Scarf in Japanese according to wordhippo.
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