((Author's notes::
Well here we are again. Earth is in trouble, thanks to the Saiyans and other aliens.
Chapter 30 is being edited right now, 31 has a start. Fhuar is quickly turning into my favorite character to write.
As always, comments are welcome.
Hope you enjoy.
-Beepx22))
Chapter 29
Vegeta walked out onto a balcony. The bustle of the city night life was always offensive to his ears. But on this night it was even worse. Losing the ability to sense Ki had intensified the assault on his senses.
'To think,' he mused to himself, 'I spent so many years depending on that damned scouter.'
He figured he wasn't alone in this phenomena, and was sure the rest of the earth's fighters would group at the lookout.
He turned his face up towards the sky. Though he'd never likely admit it, the stars brought him a fleeting moment of peace. He had live most of his life amongst them, and the time spent between them was time not spent bowing and scraping to Frieza.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes as a snippet from a passing aircar caught his attention. 'Damn Earth fools and their inferior hearing.'
But this time he focused.
"…explosion has been reported near the West City Primary military base. Government officials haven't released a statement, but reports of damage…" the blaring radio moved out of his range of hearing.
It could be a coincidence. But the Prince of all Saiyans didn't really believe in coincidence.
Above him his eyes caught a tiny flicker, like sunlight on a shard of glass.
His eyes focused on the spot. The flicker stabilized into a pinpoint of red light and it was growing.
He changed his mind. Sometimes coincidence did happen. He was lucky enough to be outside and looking right at what he new was an incoming attack.
Even as his hands cupped to his side, he flared into his super Saiyan form. "Galick Gun!"
He flung his hands out and the torrential energy of his attack rocketed towards space.
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"The attack missed its target sire!"
Fhuar frowned. "Cause?"
"An attack from the ground. Trying to get a visual now!"
The screen focused in, shifting through lenses and filters until a pixelated but distinguishable figure stood in its center.
Golden light pulses around the figure. It felt to Fhuar as if the creature stared directly into him.
"It would seem this planet has other protectors…" he said to no one in particular.
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"Got it!" Pikada said excitedly as he looked up from the scanner. "They might be blocking Ki, but other radiation is leaking through."
"Now what?" Icer asked.
Pikada considered. He ticked his fingers three times and said, "Well. We're only about one hour out from Earth now. We have their location. We have two pods in storage."
Icer lifted an eye as Pikada's plan started to form in his own mind.
"Bea will not be pleased…" the Frost Demon said.
"Bea will probably kill me."
Icer shrugged and made his way to cargo bay that also served as pod storage. Pikada quickly punched in some commands and followed him.
Fifty minutes later the pods ripped from the Scout ship as it continued its plunge towards the Earth.
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Dust settled around Angel, Piki, and Yamcha. Piki clung to her mother, terrified and crying. Yamcha looked stunned at the sudden destruction.
Golden energy sloshed off of Angel as she carefully stood.
She reached out to a Yamcha and pulled him to his feet.
"You okay?" She asked them both.
Yamcha nodded. Piki sobbed, but nodded along with her dad.
"That was a Ki blast, wasn't it?" Yamcha asked.
"I'm pretty sure. I still can't sense energy though!" Angel lamented.
"We need to get out of here. We need to go somewhere safe." Yamcha said.
"Capsule Corp?" Angel asked. Then she shook her head. "No, if this is some kind of attack, they might be a target." She looked at Yamcha, who went from looking completely befuddled, to astoundingly sure of himself. "Kame House! It's secluded, and it'll be a safe enough place for Piki to stay while we figure out what's going on."
Angel smiled, and kissed him slightly. The energies of her super Saiyan form ran along his body and made his hair stand on end. "That's a good idea. Let's get going."
Still dressed in their nightclothes, Yamcha clutching his gi absentmindedly, the family lifted into the air.
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Fhuar's first warning came from his tactical officer. Four other bombardments had been carried out successfully, the second target having been bypassed for the duration. Just as the Tactical officer prepared to level a large city he looked up.
"Incoming!" He screamed.
"From where?" Fhuar asked.
Then as if by magic the bridge sheared away in a maddening rush of chaos.
Two ships tried to occupy the same space at once, failing this the smaller ship tore itself into its base components as its reactor overloaded. Superheated plasma washed around Fhuar as the chain reaction continued. The plasma ignited the air, his crew turned to dust in front of him. Only decades of honing his battle reflexes saved Fhuar. He instinctively shielded himself from the blast.
As the plasma fires were pulled into the vacuum along with any loose debris, Fhuar found himself looking at the planet. Not through a screen or window, but with his own eyes.
The ship rocked beneath him as its systems failed and its hull crumpled. Though he couldn't hear the explosions he felt them.
His cruiser was dead.
One did not stay with a dead ship.
Fhuar leapt into space and angled his decent to the world below.
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The meteor shower from the death of two interstellar starships went largely unappreciated. Most of the population took shelter in bunkers built after the Cell games, the rest were largely unaware of anything.
Gohan though paused in mid flight to watch the event. It was mesmerizing. High above the cloud of plasma expanded into a miniature nebula. Then one last explosion shook the heavens.
Billions of points of energy flooded Gohan's mind. He, along with the rest of his friends instantly locked onto one power in particular.
It was similar to Frieza, but just barely.
And it was massive. Multitudes more powerful than Cell at his greatest point. It was terrifying.
Then he noticed two more energies approaching rapidly, but very close. He recognized Pikada instantly, and placed Icer.
No Bea. That was ominous.
The two friendly powers were heading towards the lookout, and so he continued his trip there.
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Pikada has missed this feeling. A nearly uncontrolled fall through a planets atmosphere. The anticipation of impact. He hooted as the pod shook into the lower atmosphere.
Nearby Icer was crammed into the pod, and not nearly as excited. Arcosians of his rank didn't travel by pod, they took courier ships and cruisers, with spacious cabins and dining halls. Now his chin rested on his knees. To his despair he had to transform up a step to even fit into the cramped stinking sphere.
Now Earth was coming closer by the second. The pods impacted, through rock and dust into the air as giant craters hollowed our from their impact.
The internal systems green lighted and the hatches kicked open.
Pikada and Icer stood. In the distance the pillar that lead to Korrin's tower faded into the clouds.
Pikada looked at Icer and shrugged. "Bea really liked that ship."
"Yes." Replied Icer. "Yes, he did."
They had both detected Fhuar's power as the devices blocking Ki on both ships had disintegrated. "He's damn strong, Icer."
"Far stronger than I had realized." Icer pointed at the tower, "I assume that that is our destination?"
Pikada nodded. "Yeah, Korrin's tower and Kami's lookout… errr… Dende's lookout I suppose now." He could feel the other fighters gathering there. With a flash of white energy he took flight. "Well, time's-a-wasting."
He blasted upwards. Icer followed.
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Fhuar stood on a lush green plain. He could sense billions of energy levels, some fairly significant. He scented deeply.
This planet was rich with life. He had trouble believing that Frieza had never sought to add it to his empire.
Something must have prevented that.
Or Someone…
Nothing would stop him though, this planet E-arth would become a jewel in the crown of his empire. He'd wipe the few remaining Freezer clan members away, starting with that insufferable bastard Icer. Then he'd retire to a world like this.
For now though he needed to plan.
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Icer acutely felt the eyes of the Earthlings upon him. He was the odd man out. A relation to their most hated enemy, not a veteran or comrade to any besides Pikada, and Bea who still had not returned to Earth.
As war council went, this one was lackluster.
Vegeta stood with his arms crossed. "I don't care how strong he is, I will defeat him myself. He nearly destroyed my family."
"Damnit Vegeta, this isn't a game!" Angel stabbed a finger at the prince angrily. She stood in tattered nightclothes as did Yamcha. "He nearly killed us too. He is stronger than Frieza ever was."
Vegeta slowly uncrossed his arms as he turned his full attention to her. "I am stronger than Frieza ever was. And you should remember your place."
Angel turned to face Vegeta head on. Her eyes narrowed. "My place? This is my place now!"
Piccolo stepped between the two. "This is not the time."
Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms again. Angel turned back to Yamcha.
Dende walked to the crowd. "The situation is dire. This Fhuar is extremely powerful. Fighting isn't my forte, but I feel he won't be defeated by one fighter."
Icer spoke-up. "His power surprised us as we took out his ship. He shouldn't have survived an explosion of that magnitude."
"What about Gohan?" Asked Krillin.
"Gohan hasn't kept with his training." Vegeta scoffed. "He's wasted his ability."
Gohan looked at his feet in shame. Vegeta was right and he knew it. Then he straightened. "I might not be as strong as I was fighting Cell, but I can still hold my own, Damnit."
Piccolo started to put his hand on Gohan's shoulder but stopped. Everyone on the lookout looked sharply to the south.
"I-i-i-impossible. That power is outrageous!" Krillin looked shook to the core as he spoke.
Not even Vegeta disagreed.
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Fhuar flew into the center of the largest nearby city.
The attacks earlier had subsided, and the Earthlings not directly affected by them had tried to return to business as usual.
Fhuar wasn't business as usual.
People stopped and stared as he strode through the city.
They didn't know it yet, but they were all his property now.
Fhuar stopped by a large bronze statue. It was of a large man, wearing a robe with some sort of bumpy adornment on his head, and two smaller ones on his face.
The statue's left hand made a fist at its belt line, its right hand stretched towards the sky, palm open, as if reaching for some invisible prize. It's eyes focused past the open hand.
A plaque read:
'Mr. Satan
Savior of the World
Defeated Cell
May 26, Age 767'
Fhuar was unimpressed. But the statue would make an excellent platform. Fhuar leapt to top of the Head.
"Attention, People of E-arth…" he began.
"It's pronounced Earth you idiot!" A voice rang out from the crowd.
Fhuar stopped talking and turned his head to scan the crowd.
"Well, well, well. Who was that? Step forward. I'm not from around here, and I truly appreciate your assistance."
A man stepped forward, staggering drunkenly. "It was me, you fucker." He wipes his nose on his dirty jacket sleeve and mumbled about big word using dumbasses under his breath.
"Earth. Earth." He swirled the word around in his mouth like it was one of his exotic liquors.
"Earth." He said finally. "Thank you. Sincerely."
The crowd went quiet as the man kept staggering around.
Someone whispered that the man standing on the statue looked a little like Cell. It spread through the crowd in hushed whispers.
The drunk man heard the whisper. He looked up and squinted. The drunken haze made him slow, but he saw it. "Oh, shit." The creature was pointing at him now. Fear overtook him, his bladder loosened and he felt the front of his pants turning wet. "Oh, shit, shit, shit." He tried to turn but his legs seemed to not respond. He glanced down, and noticed a small smoking hole in his stomach. He tried to curse again, but blood fountained through his open mouth.
The earthling dropped to the ground. The crowd erupted in screams as they scattered.
Fhuar smiled and raised his power to the top of his second form.
Now he'd left his greeting card. Let the fighters of this world answer.
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Gohan was the first to react. With shame and pride both battling against prudence in his mind, he took a dozen quick steps towards the edge of the look. White energy flared and he was off of the lookout and flying towards the enormous power.
Vegeta, Angel, and Pikada was hot on his trail.
Icer looked at the rest of the assembled group, then he too leapt to the sky.
Piccolo followed, with Yamcha, Tien, 18, and Krillin not far behind.
Gohan dropped straight down in front of the monster. He resembled Frieza but the difference was clear.
"Who are you?" Fhuar asked.
"Gohan."
Fhuar looked uninterested.
The Saiyans landed to either side of the two.
"You must be Fhuar, that bastard Icer has mentioned you." Vegeta said as he approached the Frost Demon.
"You have me at the disadvantage, I'm afraid. You are?"
"Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans."
"Oh my, All of you." Fhuar made a show counting. "Including yourself, and that Redhaired brute that seems to be missing, I count six of you. Not an impressive court for royalty."
Vegeta said nothing.
Fhuar smiled an infuriating grin, and spoke more. "A problem I intend to rectify currently."
The rest of the fighters landed around them.
"These must be the fighters of this world." Fhuar saw Piccolo and clapped in delight. "A Namekian! Frieza wasn't even good at genocide. Look here, two extinct races, show up together." Fhuar pointed at Vegeta. "Time to die, Prince." The last word was heaped with scorn.
A single beam flashed from Fhuar's finger tip.