Let's GOOOO! LET'S DOOO THIS! Jiro here, ready to bring you the next chapter of The Will of Darjkness before it's scheduled to be released, which is always after Hold The Heathen Hammer High. But I've been thinking about this so much, that I decided to write another chapter. Hope you enjoy! I appreciate and Thank you guys and gyals for everything, Jiro 'The Father Of Halflings' Uchiha, One Twisted Fuck inc.
Jiro frowned slightly. "If I'm in Hell, I can't kill anybody, correct?" he asked, and Vegeta nodded. "But you can make them feel all sorts of pain." The Saiyan King said, and Jiro nodded. "Any particular names I should search for?" he asked, and Vegeta nodded, grunting. "Look for the Ginyu Force, Dr. Gero, Dr. Myuu, Freiza, Cell, and locate, but do not fight, Baby." He said, and Jiro nodded. "Will these figures be noticeable?" he asked, and Vegeta nodded. "Very." He said, Jiro nodded as Goku placed a hand on his shoulder and teleported him to heel, waving and giving his best as he departed.
Jiro stalked the dark, seemingly purple landscape, looking for another soul, much less the ones he was here for. When he ran into an ogre, or perhaps demon, like man in a suit, he waved, smiling kindly as he approached. I'm looking for the people causing a ruckus. King Vegeta sent me." He said, and the skittish ogre nodded, pointing to his left, Jiro thanking him before exploding in that direction. He had no idea what to expect, but he knew whatever it was, it would involve a hard fight. When he arrived in the area, a red ogre flew by, the Uchiha whirling around to avoid as more beaten and battered ogres lined his path, Jiro's speed increasing as he landed in front of the group of residents. They all turned to him. "Well well, what do we have here? Another monkey?" one asked, a small white being with a long tail and purple gem like objects across it's body. A larger, purple version of the being, laughed. "Now now Brother, you mustn't get cocky." He said, and Jiro smirked.
"My name is Jiro Uchiha, Soldier of King Vegeta's Saiyan Army. I was sent here to beat you so badly that you stop causing a ruckus in Hell." He said, and they all began to laugh. Jiro smirked. "I'd have you know that if you manage to defeat me, that Goku and Vegeta will have to take care of you personally." He said, and they all looked amongst each other. "You think you can scare us?" one shouted, a red skinned man with long white hair. "Your hair is nice. Perhaps I'll tear it out and make a shirt of it or something." He said, smirking, the small man attacking him, his reptilian blue friend screaming at him not to. Jiro's hand shot out, catching the man by the face before he launched a massive Ki blast, sending him vaulting into a wall, his head blown clean off. Jiro inhaled, gathering his strength within himself, his metallic gray aura becoming visible. "Who's next?" he asked, and they all hesitated before charging.
The first one to reach him was the blue man, Jiro spinning to slam his elbow into his throat, grabbing him and tossing him into a small green man with eyes on the side of his head. He turned to the two brothers, inhaling as he prepared for an onslaught of blows. Parrying everything that they threw at him, they caught his arms in their tails before a green creature, likely some form of bio-engineered being, walked forward, a metallic clang in his steps as his tail extended, the ending opening wide. "Hold him still so I can absorb him." He said, and Jiro inhaled, reaching his mind out to touch each of his opponents, leaning basic things about them with his telepathy. Jiro's hands opened, pointed at the backs of the brothers, Frieza and Cooler, before he unleashed two Destructive waves that blew them forward, off him as he tapped his forehead and threw his arm out at a shocked Cell.
"Special Beam Cannon!" he shouted, piercing the android before turning to see a large, red haired man in Saiyan Armor. "You're better than I thought." He said, his voice betraying his mental slowness, and Jiro tilted his head. "If I get you out of here, will you become loyal to the Saiyan Army?" he asked, and the man laughed. "No way! Not Recoome!" he shouted, and Jiro's lips twitched upward. "What if you join the Uchiha Empire, my forces?" he asked, and the man blinked. "I'll think about it." He said, literally walking away and sitting down to think, allowing Jiro to turn back to Frieza, Cooler and Cell, the android having regenerated and the brothers having ascended, Frieza's bulk increased greatly, and Cooler reaching another form, one with a huge crested mask on his face. Jiro knew he couldn't hollowfy, but he placed his hands behind his back, touching his Dragon Fangs, the knives forgotten with his martial arts taking precedence. He drew the knives, a smile on his face. "Come on now, let's see what you got." He said, and the trio attacked.
Cell was the fasted, Jiro whirling around to his back and throwing out the blade, holding it by it's long rope as it sliced Cell's face, allowing Jiro to close in and deliver a dozen stab wounds, kicking the android away in time to whirl around and stab freiza in one of his over bulked shoulders, the other blade barely making contact with Freiza's arm before Jiro backed up, avoiding Cooler's tail as he threw the blade at the man, his face moving out of the way with relative ease. Jiro grabbed the blade and placed it back on his waist, realizing that it wasn't really coming in handy, his opponents either too fast or too strong for them. He'd have to make sure Dwalin strengthened them later. He leaped back, regrouping as he thought of a strategy to fight the three villains. Cooler was the largest, but by no means more powerful than cell, who had Saiyan DNA in him, allowing him to strengthen himself with every battle. Jiro knew that Cell was the real issue, and made an offensive move, charging the android, who met him with a smirk. He lifted his hands, as did the other two, all launching beams of energy at Jiro, beams he knew were designed to pierce instead of burn, vaporize, or simply damage. He decided not to avoid them.
One pierced his leg, causing him to curse at the burning pain as the second pierced his arm, missing hi body because of his change in trajectory. The third grazed his side, causing him to curse as the fourth pierced his stomach, the fifth going through his good shoulder, the sixth missing his neck by a hair's breadth. He hit the ground, the three villains laughing as they closed in, Jiro smirking as his body erupted with white hot pain, searing him from the inside out. When they surrounded him, Jiro inhaled, gathering his energy and releasing it in a wave of force, blasting all three of his opponents, knocking them back as he climbed to his feet slowly, noticing that Freiza had somehow reverted to a smaller form, lying coated in dirt and dust, his body blown in half by the blast, Cooler nearly evaporated, his right half missing. He turned to Cell, who tried to regenerate as his leg slowly reformed. Jiro stuck his hand out, drawing energy from his deepest reserves. "I don't think you'll be regenerating for a while." He said with a smirk. "Big Bang Attack!" he shouted, launching a huge ball of gray energy at Cell, the man screaming as he was vaporized by the blast.
Jiro looked at the carnage, a frown on his face. "You didn't move once, King Cold." He said, turning to Freiza's father. "I assumed you could read minds." He said, and Jiro chuckled. The king stood from his position on a rock, walking closer. "I did not wish to be part of this all. The fact that my son paid again for his deplorable actions was a good thing to me." He said, looking to Freiza's unmoving body. "I wanted him to be strong. Very strong. I did not want him to become a tyrant. I only wanted universal domination to instill my own brand of peace onto everyone. Freiza took it upon himself to destroy everyone and everything I worked for." He said, and Jiro nodded. "Destroying Planet Vegeta was a waste of time to me. His most powerful warriors, and one of his planets destroyed because he was scared of them overthrowing him. What a joke." He said, casting frowning glare towards his son.
"You, Jiro Uchiha, are a strong warrior. I will not take any action. I was not part of this, so I would like to be left alone." He said, and Jiro nodded. "Very well then. I shall not mention you negatively in my report." He said, and the King laughed. "Never did I think that I would enjoy seeing a Saiyan riddled with holes, but you remind me of my younger days." He said, and Jiro smiled, turning to the blue man and his small green friend. "You two! Scram, and don't start shit again, or I'll kill you and revive you just to do it again." He said, and they nodded, setting off. Recoome laughed. "Alright! I'll join you! But only if you tell me what I'd do." He said, and Jiro nodded. "You would be a member of my forces, entitled to train weaker members and protect the Queen. And, if you'd like, you can try and teach my forces how to dance if they're up for it." He said, knowing that the Ginyu force Member was once a pro dancer on his home planet. He laughed, agreeing as he shook hands with Jiro.
He grabbed Reccome's shoulder, teleporting him to Hueco Mundo. "Wait for the orange boy named Mogui. And attack no one unless they say that they work for Naruto, Ichigo, or the Demon King." He said, the alien nodding. Jiro teleported back to Hell, looking about for other potential members of his own army, knowing that the people here would make amazing additions to his army. "LORD FRIEZA WILL BE AVENGED!" he heard, seeing two alien creatures, one purple with odd circular muscles on his head, and the other spiky and pink, charging him. Frowning, he placed his hand out, letting loose a blast of gray energy that knocked the two away, Jiro dismissing them with ease. "I told them not to attack you." He heard, turning to see a man with green hair and blue skin. He remembered the information he took from Freiza and nodded. "Zarbon, I presume. Any other notable figures in Hell on this fine day?" he asked, and the man shook his head.
"None I know of." He said, and Jiro nodded. "I am to depart soon. Should you have business with me, speak now." He said, and Zarbon laughed. "I saw you get Recoome out of here. Where did you take him?" he asked, and Jiro smiled. "I took him to Hueco Mundo, my technical homeland, and the place where I am King." he said, and Zarbon laughed. "Why come here and be a lapdog for Vegeta and the rest of the Saiyan monkeys?" he asked, and Jiro smirked. "Royalty needs to be humbled every once in a while. Isn't that right, Prince Zarbon?" he asked, and the green skinned man's hands clenched around his biceps. "However, you can join my forces, and when I rule more than one dimension, you will be a true Prince. This much I can promise." He said, and Zarbon chuckled. "Very well. As long as my status can be restored." He said. Jiro nodded, placing a hand on Zarbon's shoulder before teleporting to Hueco Mundo.
When he arrived, he sighed. "Do not attack anyone who does not work for Naruto, Ichigo, or the Demon King. Remember those names. Wait for the orange skinned dragon boy called Mogui." He said, and Zarbon nodded as Jiro teleported back to Saiyan City, noticing that Embla was there. He cast her a playful glare, trying to remain friendly even after his callous dismissal of her due to her lack of power. He bowed before Vegeta, who was deep in conversation with Trunks and another man, who reminded him of Goku. "King Vegeta, I come with my report from my mission." He said, and Vegeta grunted and nodded, Jiro rising to his feet, the holes from his battles still unhealed. Embla gasped when she saw them, but Jiro disregarded her reaction.
"I found the group attacking ogres in Hell, and dealt with them accordingly. Frieza was blown in half, as was Cooler. I eradicated Cell and Jeice, injuring Burter and Guldo before I allowed them to escape after using my eyes to cast an illusion on them that will make their hearts explode from fear. King Cold made no negative actions at all, and was left alone. I was unable to find or kill either of these Drs. Nor was I able to locate this Baby. I also came in contact with a being I believe is named Cui, and Dodoria, both of which I took care of." He said, and Vegeta nodded. "What of Zarbon and Recoome?" he asked, and Jiro looked to Embla momentarily. "I allowed them to live unharmed in return for their loyalty. They joined my army back at home. I trust that is a decent outcome?" he asked, and Vegeta nodded. "Much better than expected. Tell me, why the holes?" he asked, and Jiro looked to himself. "Minor injuries from attacks from my enemies. Playing possum and releasing all of your pent up energy works wonders." He said, and the King nodded. "Very well then. You are dismissed." He said, and Jiro bowed. "Sire." He said out of respect, turning to leave.
He heard a snicker. "Someone wants to be the King's favorite lapdog." He heard, stopping and turning to the man who reminded him of Goku. Jiro stepped closer. "Goten, am I correct? I believe I learned of you when I touched Embla's mind." He said, tapping his chin. "According to her thoughts, you're a pathetic manwhore who couldn't even raise his strength enough to keep up with her father's base power anymore." He said, and Goten looked to Embla before turning to Jiro, who smiled smugly. His fists clenched. "Come now, there's no need to get angry. I'm sure it wasn't too much of an understatement." He said, and Goten's fist flung out, Jiro avoiding it with ease. "For the Son of Goku, you do seem a bit underpowered." He said, and Goten snarled.
Vegeta took an interest in the conflict. "Take it to the Arena Runts." He said, and Jiro nodded. Gotten set out through a hole in the ceiling, the Uchiha sighing as he set off, following him to the large arena in the center of the city, designed for Saiyans to settle grudges with each other. Jiro and Goten landed, the other male frowning as Jiro pulled his Dragon Fangs off, his sword coming off next as he handed them to a female attendant, turning to Goten. "You ever seen a Super Saiyan fight before?" he asked, and Jiro smiled. "I've never even seen a Super Saiyan before." He said, and Goten clenched his fists. "Well you're about to." He said, the ground beginning to quiver as Goten's hair slowly lightened and began to stick up as pebbles rose and cracked in the air.
The power impressed Jiro, and when the golden hair and blue eyes didn't change, and his power spiked, Jiro realized that this was a Super Saiyan. A Saiyan, but so much more. Jiro measured the power, and knew he could take Goten down, but the Saiyan had other plans. "And since I'm such a nice guy, I'll show you the next step up, a Super Saiyan Two!" he shouted as his hair split into more spikes, his eyes becoming sharper as his power greatly increased, electricity cackling in his aura. Jiro felt the power, and realized that he might actually have an issue against the Saiyan he made a joke of a few moments ago. Jiro inhaled, gathering his reserves and preparing himself for the battle.
Goku showed up when he caught wind of Goten fighting, never really having had the chance to see his younger son fight. "Wow, Super Saiyan Two! Go Goten!" he cheered, noticing Jiro making the first move. They clashed as Goku's smile thinned. "He just fought The Ginyu Force, Cell, Freiza, Cooler, Cui and Dodoria along with over a dozen Saiyans today. Isn't this taking it a bit far?" he asked, and Vegeta laughed. "Jiro is testing his limits. He could've taken the insult from Goten, but like a true Saiyan, he lets none insult his pride!" Vegeta said, enthused as he watched a battle worn, holey Jiro hold his own with Goten, the older Saiyan having the upper hand.
Jiro leaped back, inhaling and exhaling heavily. He cursed, spitting out blood as he resisted the urge to use his eyes, which would make the fight infinitely easier. His inability to access his culling Jutsu was irritating, but he tried not to think about it. Goten surged forward, Jiro throwing his leg out, Goten ducking under it and slamming his fist into Jiro's face, his dirty show coming into contact with the open wound on Jiro's shoulder as Jiro flew into the arena walls. He pushed himself away from the walls, his energy plentiful, but his body unable to keep up. He thought of surrender, but remembered that it wasn't an option, as he was a King. "I am a King." He whispered to himself, rolling to his feet after another kick.
"Is that all you got, you bitch!?" Jiro screamed, Saiyans piling into the arena for the rare chance to see a Super Saiyan, and one related to Goku on top of it, fight. Goten frowned, spreading his legs and crouching down. "Ka.." he began, and Jiro knew what was coming. He laughed. "Unoriginal are we!? I bet you use ancient, terrible pickup lines for the idiot women you sleep with instead of training! You're a Joke!" he screamed, laughing as he felt the power intensify around Goten. Jiro smiled. "Me.." he said, the second time he did so. Jiro knew what was coming, and he didn't hesitate to taunt Goten more. "I bet that you're desperate enough to hit on Embla, aren't you!?" he said, laughing at the much more physically intact Saiyan, who screamed in blinding rage as he unleashed a huge energy blast at Jiro, who smiled as it came at him.
Jiro had no idea what he was doing. His mind seemed broken, fractured by the intense battles. Vegeta looked to Goku. "He had potential." Goku said, clenching his fists. Vegeta nodded. "Indeed. And to think, I thought about how good of a Saiyan King he might be, for a fleeting moment." He said, watching the energy blast's intense force slam into Jiro and push him into the wall of the arena, the walls made to withstand the Kamehameha from a Super Saiyan Three, as the energy grinded against him and damaged him more and more. Goten screamed, throwing all of his power into the blast, neither Goku nor Vegeta trying to intervene, much to the orange gi'd man's chagrin. "We could've helped him." He said, and Vegeta shook his head. "You know the rules of the arena. It was their fight." He said, and Goten's power faded slightly as he stopped, closing his eyes and gathering more power, as if to do it again. Leaping into the sky from the arena balcony, Goku and Vegeta glanced to Jiro.
He was battered, coated in blood and broken bones, his clothes nearly vaporized. He was unmoving as Goten gathered power. "I don't sense anything." Goku said, and Vegeta nodded.
The miniature Uchiha faded in Bambietta's arms, and she frowned when he appeared to die. Then the realization hit her that Jiro must be in the same state. "Jiro! Listen to me!" she pleaded. "Do not die! You're a King! The heir to the Uchiha and Hyuuga thrones! A Father-to-be! You can't Die! You haven't won your war yet! The War you dragged us all into!" she screamed at him, hoping that Jiro could hear her wherever he was. The small version of him twitched, and Bambietta hugged him to her chest, smiling. "I Love You Jiro!" she said, and the smaller version of him began to breathe again, a sign of life.
Jiro heard her words and knew he couldn't give up. If he couldn't defeat a frivolous Saiyan, how could he defeat Naruto or Ichigo, or both of them, not to mention the Demon King? He couldn't feel anything, but he knew he was alive. He tried to gain control of at least his arm to prop himself up, but no matter the mental commands he sent to his body, it didn't react. He cursed, digging deep inside himself as he began to meditate. He dug inside himself, looking for something. He had plenty of inspiration and motivation, he just needed something that helped him use it. He looked through his memories, both his own and those of the people who's minds he's touched. He saw many hardships, and many joyous moments, but nothing stuck out to him. Then he tried something he never did before. He looked through the few memories of GOku he had, finding an increasingly, literally, powerful being known as Broly, and focused on that. He tried to seek out this Broly's mind, but to no avail.
Cursing, he decided to focus on the man's sheer crushing power. He wanted it for himself, the ability to grow stronger just from transforming, and to grow stronger each second, not to mention the power he gained after healing from a battle, especially a near death one. He felt something change in him, and he realized that he could feel his body again, and feel his own power, which seemed slightly more dense. He could feel his fingers twitch as he grunted, pushing himself up. When he stood straight, he exhaled, his power rising much faster than he thought it would. He felt his muscles bulge as he seemingly recovered from the intense blast, and the previous battles all at once. He had no idea if his appearance changed, as his hair felt the same when he ran his fingers through it. He looked to Goten, inhaling as he felt the urge to begin laughing, again.
Jiro vanished, catching Goten off guard as he reappeared in front of him, his knee making contact with the Saiyan's chest, knocking him into the wall with relative ease. Jiro vanished, reappearing in front of Goten as the Saiyan slumped against the wall. Jiro lifted his hands, a smirk on his face. "What's the matter? The mighty Super Saiyan looks a bit out of it." He said, pulling both his arms back. Inhaling deeply, Jiro began to rain down punches as fast as he could, feeling Goten's flesh split and bones become brittle under his assault. He was a soldier, and like a good soldier, he wouldn't stop under his Commanding Officer told him to.
Bambietta grumbled. "I don't get it. What happened?" she asked, the miniature Uchiha shrugging. "It seems that the larger version of me reached death, and since I am made of him, I withered as well. However, it seems that your words got to him, which is why I am still alive, and so is he. But, from what I gather, his mind is damaged, as if he's losing it in a sense. All he's done since arriving wherever he is is fight and train, and fight and train, and yet, he still remains no match for Naruto or Ichigo," he said, and Bambietta nodded. "So, what your saying is, is that Jiro got beat basically to death?" she asked, and the miniature Uchiha shrugged. "Basically. His opponent is very, very powerful, and yet, all he did was taunt him. Odd tactic, even for us." He said, and she chuckled. "Hey, can you do me a favor? Can you go get the Einharjar? Mogui says he has a few more new members to show me, and I want something done anyway. Oh, and get Sorin too." She said, and the mini-Jiro nodded, leaping down.
Soon, everyone was gathered. She saw some unfamiliar faces, and Mogui smiled as he introduced them. "Mother, this is Vatnajokull the Erupting, Excalibur the White, Meshak the Jaws, and finally, Bummelig the Spiral." He said, introducing a Camerupt, Sharpedo, Slowbro and Gallade. Bambietta nodded. "I have a very special mission for all of you. This is going to be difficult, and possibly life threatening, but I want it done." She began, Mogui's fists clenching. "For those of you who don't know, Uryu Ishida, a Quincy like me, is the direct descendant and chosen successor to Juha Bach. I want him brought to me, preferably alive. However, Caine tells me he is currently on business at the Soul Society. This means he is surrounded by not only a troupe of Quincy he has raised from scratch, he will also be under Ichigo's protection. This is why I require all of you. Now, the idea is to locate him, eliminate everyone around him that you can, and then finally, capture him and bring him to me." She said, and Mogui frowned.
"And in the event we are met with Ichigo himself?" he asked, and Bambietta nodded. "That is why I need Sorin. In the event of distress, he will planeswalk in and rescue you. Hopefully you leave blood for him to make a sangromancic shield to protect you with." She said, and Red Rufus spoke up. "Why not Ajani, who specializes in spells to bolster his allies?" he asked, and Bambietta smiled. "Ajani is on a plane known as Theros, seeing if he can coerce his friend Brimaz, King of Oreskos, to join us." She said, and the Talonflame nodded. Mogui bowed his head. "When do we begin, Mother?" he asked, and she smiled. "As soon as possible." She said as they all nodded, saluting her. After leaving, the miniature Uchiha sat on her lap, sighing. "You want what I think you want, don't you?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Yup. I want Uryu's power. He's Sternritter A, and you know exactly what that stands for." She said, and he nodded. "You wish to keep all of Juha Bach's power to yourself?" he asked, and Bambietta shook her head. "Nope. That's why I sent the four Cats to the Twelfth Division." She stated, and the Uchiha shook his head. "Someone's beginning to realize what being Queen is all about." He said, and she smiled. "Well, doesn't Vandereichsfuhrer Bambietta Basterbine sound nice to you?" she said, giggling.
Jiro stopped, stepping back as Goten's battered, bloodied body fell to the ground. He turned to the sky, seeing Goku give him a look he couldn't identify, and Vegeta nodding at his display of power. He vaulted up into the sky, both men floating back slightly. He turned to Goku. "My apologies for harming your son. I meant no offense to you, or your family." He said, bowing respectfully to Goku. He turned to Vegeta. "I am ready for my next mission at any moment Sire. Do with me as you will." He said, and Vegeta smiled. "Good. Now that you and Kakkarot's son are done toying around, you are to head back to the Capsule Corp HQ and protect Embla until further notice." He said, and Jiro bowed. "Understood." He said, vanishing from sight.
"Did you feel that Vegeta?" he asked, and the King of Saiyans nodded. "Yes, it feel very similar to Broly's power." He said, and Goku grew gloomy. "If Jiro ends up like Broly, what do we do?" he asked, and Vegeta sighed. "If that damned lizard Shenron can restore life, he damn sure be able to take it. For all we know, Broly's still alive in some remote corner of the universe, destroying everything to get here." He said, the statement hanging in the air darkly.
When Jiro made it back to Embla, he could see the traces of fear in the girl's eyes. "Do not fear me Your Highness, I mean no one harm unless King Vegeta wills it." He said, and she frowned. "Wills it? You had no problem beating Goten nearly to death!" she said, and he chuckled. "King Vegeta willed that. He wanted us to settle our differences in The Arena. We did. I just came out on top." He said, and she frowned. "There was no reason to beat on him as long as you did." She said, and he rolled his eyes. "I must make sure that my opponent is no threat to me, and if that means a long, drawn out beating, then so be it." He said, and she frowned. "That was still taking it too far!" she shouted. Jiro turned on her, his eyes narrowed. "You refuse to fight, You refuse to train, You refuse to accept the cruel side to the world, YOU don't even know WHY you refuse to do these things. Who are YOU to tell me that I went too far? Tell me, is that pathetic disgrace for a Saiyan still alive? IS HE!?" The Uchiha shouted, his calm demeanor cracking.
She stuttered, unable to answer him. "Why does everything always have to be so dark and brooding with you Saiyans!? Why can't someone be nice!?" she shouted, and he began to laugh mockingly. "Nice? Nice is for fools who think that holding hands with your enemy makes everything better. Warriors, like me, and my father, accept the fact that there is no point in being kind. You HAVE to be dark and brooding to get what you want. What I wanted was to defeat Goten. I did the right thing, and if it was up to me, I would've killed him. He held back on me, I could feel it, just like I held back on him. Do you know what this realm would do to the powers I've lost coming here? Or the powers I have yet to reveal? If I would have even slipped up and used my eyes once, he would've been defeated much simpler. Just like if he hadn't held back, I wouldn't be standing here." He said, and she frowned. He smiled.
"Oh, by the way…" he began, turning and heading towards the door. "… I'm quite sure that when I relay that 'You Saiyans' line to your grandfather, that he will come up with a very special punishment for someone like you, despite the fact that your mother is Quarter Saiyan and your Father is Half Saiyan. But doesn't that make you, what, roughly one Third Saiyan? Making you more Saiyan than your mother, I'd bet. So, please remember WHAT you are before you run your mouth, since you seem capable of doing nothing else." He said, walking inside. Embla stood there, realizing that he was right. "Are you going to stand there with your mouth agape, or are you going to go inside?" she heard, gasping as she turned to her right, seeing Jiro standing there. "Weren't you just inside?" she asked. He nodded. "Teleportation, or just normal high speed movement. Not that you'd be able to trace it." He said, and she frowned at him.
Uryu grunted as he was brought before Bambietta. "You." He said, and she smiled, standing as she leapt down from her throne. "Yes, me. The hard working, reluctant Quincy who managed to achieve Sternritter status, hailing from the Quincy's homeland of Germany, while you, a weak minded, pathetic, pitiful Japanese Quincy, Japanese for Bach's sake, were introduced and make into Sternritter A, on top of Bach's successor in the same fucking bullshit instant. Why? Because, what, you were the purest Quincy after a millennia? Really?" she stated, shaking her head. "And so what if I was?" he said, and she chuckled. "Purity is a tainted concept in itself, really. Infact, I'd wager that someone like myself, a Vampire Quincy who has drank the blood of Jiro Uchiha, who's powers know no limit, is stronger than some pure blooded pussy like yourself, wouldn't you say so Four Eyes?" she said, and he growled.
"But wait, there's more. Then you go to The Soul King's Palace, the motherfucking Soul King's Palace, in place of me. I, was left in the Soul Society to fight some reverse werewolf who made me implode! Then, I was turned into a zombie by Giselle, his wanna be girl ass, and then beaten by a fucking Arrancar Drag Queen! You're completely fine under Nianzol, Gerrard, Askin, Jugram, Bach, Lille and Pernida's fucking protection while I'm getting grabbed by the face and thrown around by a fucking Drag Queen! How is that fair? All the Sternritter that died while you remained a silent cocksucking, dick-riding pussy ass Four Eyed Faggot under our leader's direct protection! Did you care for anyone other than yourself?" she asked, and he remained silent as she growled.
"Driscoll, Lloyd, Royd, Shaz, Bazz-B, Gremmy, As, Cang, BG9, NaNaNa, Pepe, Candice, Meninas, Liltotto, Giselle, myself, and the rest of us were getting destroyed while you did nothing but be His Highness' favorite bitch!" she said, her hand cracking against his face, his glasses clattering to the ground. She stepped on them, trying to remain under control. "Einharjar!" she said, calling for them. Wheeling out eleven caskets, the Einharjar began to form a circle around Bambietta and Uryu. The Quincy became visibly disturbed. "Wh-What are you doing!?" he cried, and she smiled.
"In each of these caskets are the bodies, or energies, or genetic material, or the Sternritter I can stand, with the rest in a storage room for usage later. I think you know exactly what I'm going to do." She said, lifting her hand. "When I drank Jiro's blood, I found that I could use a few of his techniques. This one, the one he used to revive me, was something of great interest to me, and I made sure I inheritated it after drinking from him. He called it the Final Culling Jutsu, but I call it Fuck you I'm sucking out all your power and Life force No Jutsu." She said, slamming her hand on his chest. He screamed in horror as his power drained away. Bambietta's fangs extended and she slammed them into his throat. He began to scream in such a bloddcurdling fashion as his life and power slipped away, that even the battle hardened Einharjar became unnerved, all except for Mogui, who knew this would happen.
After absorbing Uryu's power, and, by extension, Juha Bach's power, she would revive the Sternritter of her choosing, gifting them power in a fashion not too much different from the Sage of Six Paths, a selective power that was determined and distributed by her, at her will. She would rule the new Sternritter, who would become a sub-division of the Einharjar. He shook his head as the ashes of the Quincy dissipated into nothing, Bambietta's power nigh on more present than the fourteen ornate caskets in the room. All he hoped, was that out of all of these caskets, one of them wouldn't be someone like Gremmy Thomeaux, who, unshockingly, the Charizard Halfling couldn't stand.
Jiro blinked. "Odd that her power would increase like that." He said to himself, chuckling. He turned back to Trunks and Vegeta's conversation, about a supposed sighting of another member of Freiza's race. This, Jiro thought, would be an interesting situation. If Frieza and Cooler were anything to go off of, Jiro would be assigned the mission to end this individual, and he hoped that he, or she, was more of a challenge than Goten was.
SORRY ITS SO LATE. COULDN'T GET TO LIBRARY. IN A RUSH, GOTTA GO,JIRO