"Why does this always happen?" Chris groaned while the group plummeted from the sky towards the ground. He had a point, the group had to admit. They really had to get a handle on how these dark portals functioned.
"Is that a…platform?" Thomas was the first one to point out there was some type of large, half-circle shaped platform suspended in mid-air, with a long tower beneath it.
"That's floating in midair? Yeah, It is. But honestly, are you surprised by anything that we go through anymore?" Darryl barely acknowledged the fact that the group was plummeting towards their doom. No one really did to be honest. It wasn't as though Kim had fully grasped her ability to use the dark portals anyway.
"Well let's just try to land on that...thing." Wolfie pointed towards the large platform and attempted to move towards it. They all did; but realized that they were failing.
"So we failed epically at that right? Glad we can agree. Let's just continue falling to our demise now." Nick shrugged nonchalantly. These things tended to work themselves out for them so far.
"Well, we haven't died from falling from extreme heights thus far. Maybe we'll get lucky again." Chris said as impact with the ground seemed imminent.
Almost immediately after Chris' statement, the group's keyblades began to glow with a dull, golden hue and images began to be projected into their brains. Images of people soaring effortlessly through the sky without wings, but their own power. The keyblades were an odd thing; functioning not only as a weapon but as translators and even information hubs as needed. It was why the group never had to question how they could understand the different languages that the various worlds spoke, or how they could even survive in the particular world's environment. Granted, they were limited to whatever the keyblade decided to tell them...at least until they became keyblade masters like Sora and the gang.
The six came to a sudden stop in mid air.
"Are we flying?" Wolfie kicked her feet a bit as though she were sitting on a stool and couldn't quite reach the ground; in amusement.
"Whee! Jin would be so proud!" Kim whipped through the air as though this had come naturally to her. The keyblades had temporarily gave them the ability to fly until they left this world, and Kim certainly intended to use every last bit of her limited time with the ability. However, the bewilderment quickly faded for the group and they all decided to land on the platform that was previously pointed out by Thomas.
"So where are we exactly?" Chris scratched his head while surveying his surroundings.
"My, that is a good question. Here's a better one. What the fuck are you doing on the lookout?" The voice belonged to an angry, short man that had half of his height come from his hair.
"It's like an angrier Hiei..." Thomas muttered under his breath.
"Mother of god, what level of hell have we entered? May God have mercy on us all..." Nick mockingly cowered in fear, which only served to make the warrior clad in blue angrier, if that was even possible.
"Don't insult Hiei like that." Wolfie looked around and enjoyed the scenery; barely paying attention to the conversation at hand.
"You're only so defensive because you had his di-"
"Don't fucking ignore the Prince of all Saiyans!" Nick's statement was interrupted by the so called Prince of Saiyans suddenly becoming consumed by a golden flame and powering up.
"Whoa..." Thomas had fallen into a state of amazement.
"Vegeta! That is no way to treat a guest!" A man in an orange gi addressed the now powered down man. "Hi, my name is Goku. Sorry about Vegeta; he's just really tense because you came at a bad time." The group followed Goku towards the building that was on top of, what Goku called the lookout, and began explaining the situation to the keyblade wielders.
"So, the guys who you all defeated, were revived by the Dragon Balls, and are running amuck throughout the world, right?" Chris had been paying close attention to Goku's words.
"Pretty much." Goku seemed much too excitable to be a warrior, but the group could tell that something was different about him. That he was much more powerful than he seemed; even more powerful than the one known as Vegeta and that was saying something.
"I'm so tired of fighting resurrected people..." Nick said, verbally echoing what everyone was thinking. "And who is the old leather bag?" Goku managed to introduce everyone else except an elderly, midget woman dressed in a witch's garb.
"You would be wise to show respect to Fortune Teller Baba!" The old woman floated atop her crystal ball; taking special care to slam into Nick's head as she passed him. "I don't just tell fortunes you know. I can read your very spirits."
"Really now? Sounds...interesting. Prove it." Darryl stepped up and grinned. Baba stared directly at her crystal ball, which reflected Darryl in its gaze.
"The prince. Your spirit flows like water; protecting your heart with ice. Friendship; gives light like Angels. Guilt; heart lost in darkness, living among demons. Darkness; bare the fangs of the dragon as you fight it. Protection; guarding with the ferocity of the tiger. Confidence; trusting in your own power is the key to the wings of beginning." Baba had been referring mostly to Darryl's drive forms, he had assumed. But he had no idea what she meant by the wings of beginning.
"Oooo, spooky. Me next." Wolfie's interest had been unleashed in all actuality by the surprisingly accuracies in her analysis of Darryl.
"The gang leader. Your heart hardened with darkness, fueling the fire that is your spirit. Like a magnet, those who you meet fall in line one by one; marching in sync with your commands. Neither heaven nor hell, nor any distance in between could keep you from commanding your legion. Even objects not given the power of animation are willing to rush to aid you." Wolfie's head tilted to the side in confusion at Baba's words of inanimate objects, but assumed it had something to do with her summoning ability.
Chris quickly stepped up in front of Baba. "I'll go next."
"The warrior of the shadows. Your spirit flows freely, like the wind. It allows you to use the very air itself as a weapon. But your sphere of influence does not end there. The very environment which you dwell in is yours to command. Push and pull, lift and lower, all according to your will. "Chris didn't say anything, but began imagining the potential in manipulating objects.
"Um...can I go next?" Kim was barely able to contain her excitement in what Baba would say about her.
"The hostess. A heart soaked in darkness is not necessarily a heart consumed with evil. Shadows twist and dance for you. They embrace you, because you are not afraid to embrace them. Move through the darkness effortlessly, because you depend on it as much as it depends on you." Kim had no idea how the darkness depended on her, but it certainly sounded important.
"Go on; tell the legacy of Nick." Nick boasted.
"The guardian. A heart surging with electricity, granting you power. Through magic, all elements are yours to command. Your friends may dabble in the elements, but you have plunged full force into the arts. Magic abilities never seen before are awaiting for you to grasp them; mixing elements never thought possible together." Nick had thought about using different magic attacks together, but he never was quite able to master it.
"Best for last." Admittedly, Thomas had seemed a bit...distracted since they arrived to this world.
"The free runner. A powerful storm brews within your heart. You have studied and learned from your peers. Always watching silently, growing. Even abilities you once thought were lost to you can be recovered and retrieved. "Thomas wasn't paying too close attention to what Baba was saying and decided to analyze it later. He was much too preoccupied with his own thoughts.
"What's that room?" Darryl had been pointing to the only door that they hadn't opened during their tour of the lookout.
"Oh; that's the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It's a training room where a whole year goes by in one day. I'm currently working on expanding the food supply so that more than two people could go in at once." Dende had remained silent for most of the tour save for this moment. He simply seemed panicked which, given the crisis at hand, made sense. After all; not only were these revived warriors more powerful than before, but some were even working in pairs.
"So...if we help you fix this up and get rid of these revived bad guys...can we use this?" Darryl was more than pleased to see that Dende had accepted his bargain.
"Okay Thomas, you go with Vegeta to make sure he doesn't succumb to Babidi again." Vegeta said nothing against Goku's plan, but looked visually annoyed.
"Just make sure you can keep up, brat." Vegeta flew off into the air, with Thomas following close behind.
"Nick and Chris, you two go with Gohan and Trunks. Erm, Future Trunks. And go together since Super Buu and Cooler have started to work together for some reason." With that, the four flew off together for their battle.
"And since Darryl is staying here to help Dende work on the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Kim and Wolfie will come with me and Buu to stop Android 17 and Cell since they've managed to form a team up for some reason. Everyone hang on." Goku placed his two fingers on his forehead, and used his Instant Transmission Technique to transport them away.
"Well...shall we get started then?" Once the rest of the warriors flew off in their own different directions to help where needed, Dende lead Darryl towards the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.