Mr. Satan stroked his black cat, Diablo then jumped slightly when a knock
came at his door. The cat jumped off his lap and walked off to a place
where it could take a nap in the warm sun and the World Champion brushed
off his clothes and walked towards the door. He opened it and glanced out
at an attendant.
"What do you want? I'm in the middle of coming up with some new techniques. Greatness can't be disturbed, you know," he said and the attendant bowed apologetically.
"Many apologies, Master Satan, but there is a Mr. Vegeta here to see you," he said and Mr. Satan scratched his head.
"Vegeta? Hmm...that name sounds a little familiar. Uh...does he have an appointment?"
"No sir, but he's most insistent about speaking with you. He says it has to do with some documentation of the tournament."
"Tournament? What tournament? I do a lot of tournaments. I can't keep them all straight, you know."
"The tournament held to commemorate your defeat of Cell."
Vegeta?! Oh man, I think I remember him. Wasn't he that short loud-mouthed shrimp with the funny hair? I wonder what he wants with me....Mr. Satan thought as he glanced nervously at the clock on the wall.
"Shall I show him in?"
"Uh...yeah. Do that. Might as well see what he wants, right?"
"Very good then sir. I'll bring him straight to you."
Mr. Satan closed the door and wearily sat down in his chair. What could that person possibly want? Did he come to demand retribution for the lies that Mr. Satan told about the Cell games? Did he want to fight him? Did he want to kill him? There was a knock on the door and Mr. Satan jumped slightly.
"C...come in. The door's open," he said and Vegeta walked into the room. Mr. Satan waved a hand to the chair that his cat was sitting on. "Would you like to take a seat?"
"I'll stand. I don't plan on spending much time here," Vegeta said as he folded his arms.
"Yes. Well, about the tournament..."
"That's exactly what I want to talk about."
"It is, huh? Well I can explain..."
"I'm sure you have documentary film for that day. I'd like to see it."
"Documentary film? Um....sure. I know I've got it here somewhere..."
"I want the unedited film."
"Unedited..."
"Yes. You DO have it, don't you?"
"Of course I do! Let me get it out of my safe place."
Mr. Satan stood up and took a key out of his pocket. He walked over to a wall, removed a picture from its hangar and unlocked the safe behind it. He opened the safe and took out the recording of the tournament. The recording that documented every bit of that terrible day. Well, every bit up until the point Piccolo destroyed the camera lens, that is. He took it out and handed it to Vegeta who gladly received it.
"Here you go. How long do you need it?" Mr. Satan asked and Vegeta glanced at him. "On second thought, you know what? It's yours. Now you don't have to worry about returning it."
"Very well then. I need it to study my greatest challenge anyway. Watch from the outskirts of Other World, Kakarrot. Watch as I become the greatest Saiyen in history!" Vegeta said as he walked out of the room. Mr. Satan sat down in exhaustion and glanced at his cat.
"I'm sure glad that's over. Plus I got out of it without being injured! Yeah! That little punk knew when to run! No one is stronger than the great Mr. Satan!" ***************************************************** "Do you feel that?" Piccolo asked as he moved away from the hyperbolic time chamber.
"What's going on in there?" Trunks asked.
"I don't know but let's hope it doesn't come out here."
"What if it does? We've got to be ready."
"So much for first day of classes, right Trunks?" Gohan asked and Trunks grew pale.
"I...I can't help. If I miss most of my classes today, they'll drop me. I can't do that," Trunks said.
"Maybe we should tell our mothers that it's impossible to stay in school."
"That wouldn't work. You know how they get. Great, I'm going to be late for my next class. Looks like I failed on all sides today."
"Think of it as a learning experience instead of a failure. That's what my mom would say."
"I don't know...it feels like failure, no matter how you say it."
"Yeah I know. Want me to get you back to the college in a hurry? I do know Dad's Instant Transmission technique."
"Thanks."
"Just try to concentrate. I'll come back up here and keep an eye on things if that'll help."
"It would. Thanks."
"No problem."
Dende watched the two disappear then turned to Piccolo.
"What do you think is happening in there?" he inquired.
"I would prefer not to know," Piccolo replied. "I think it would be best for all of us if that door never opened again." **************************************************************************** *** Loren sat in the middle of nowhere, her body shivering with the intense cold. She blinked her eyes as a figure appeared out of nowhere and came towards her. She stood up, her eyes wary as the figure came into focus. It was a Namek. He was almost seven feet in height and weighed at least four hundred pounds of muscle. His training robes were torn and he had a strange symbol tattooed on his arm. His eyes were as dark as any other Namek's but there was a warmness in them that spoke to her.
"Rion!!' she cried and ran towards the figure. "Rion! You came back! Please! Tell me what to do!" she cried and the figure faded into nothingness. She fell to her knees and began crying. "Please! Tell me what to do. Tell me what to do. I can't do this alone."
"Tell you what to do?" a voice asked almost mockingly. It was a voice that sounded slightly like Frieza's but without the pouting undertones.
She looked up and searched around for the owner of the voice but found no one. Another illusion, she surmised. Another trick of the room's. There was no one there. There couldn't be. There was no other entrance into this room aside from the one she used.
"You can't scare me. I don't want to train. I don't want to be stronger. I just want to be normal. I don't want any of this," she said and began crying again.
"Then we'll destroy it," the voice hissed and Loren stopped crying. That wasn't her imagination. There WAS another person in the room with her.
"Where are you?" she asked then placed a hand on her chest. All of a sudden she felt a tremendous pain there. She could now feel another presence within her and she was terrified.
"My seal has finally been broken. For too long have I been trapped in your body, watching your sickening compassion. I've tried to break the seal numerous times before and failed. Your guilt however, your enormous guilt for hurting things has finally worn away the seal. All these years your dark emotions have weakened my seal until once again I am free. Now I will make the universe PAY for imprisoning me and this planet is a good start."
"But you can't."
"I can't? What right do you have to save this world? It isn't yours. What right do you have to tell me what I can and cannot do? You don't know who you're dealing with."
"Get out of my body please. I don't want you here. I don't even know what you are."
"I'm afraid I like it here. I've grown used to this body and have assimilated quite well with you. Besides, I can't let such power go to waste. But, since the seal is open, you can take my place and serve out the remainder of my sentence. Don't worry. I've only got a thousand years left."
"What do you want? I'm in the middle of coming up with some new techniques. Greatness can't be disturbed, you know," he said and the attendant bowed apologetically.
"Many apologies, Master Satan, but there is a Mr. Vegeta here to see you," he said and Mr. Satan scratched his head.
"Vegeta? Hmm...that name sounds a little familiar. Uh...does he have an appointment?"
"No sir, but he's most insistent about speaking with you. He says it has to do with some documentation of the tournament."
"Tournament? What tournament? I do a lot of tournaments. I can't keep them all straight, you know."
"The tournament held to commemorate your defeat of Cell."
Vegeta?! Oh man, I think I remember him. Wasn't he that short loud-mouthed shrimp with the funny hair? I wonder what he wants with me....Mr. Satan thought as he glanced nervously at the clock on the wall.
"Shall I show him in?"
"Uh...yeah. Do that. Might as well see what he wants, right?"
"Very good then sir. I'll bring him straight to you."
Mr. Satan closed the door and wearily sat down in his chair. What could that person possibly want? Did he come to demand retribution for the lies that Mr. Satan told about the Cell games? Did he want to fight him? Did he want to kill him? There was a knock on the door and Mr. Satan jumped slightly.
"C...come in. The door's open," he said and Vegeta walked into the room. Mr. Satan waved a hand to the chair that his cat was sitting on. "Would you like to take a seat?"
"I'll stand. I don't plan on spending much time here," Vegeta said as he folded his arms.
"Yes. Well, about the tournament..."
"That's exactly what I want to talk about."
"It is, huh? Well I can explain..."
"I'm sure you have documentary film for that day. I'd like to see it."
"Documentary film? Um....sure. I know I've got it here somewhere..."
"I want the unedited film."
"Unedited..."
"Yes. You DO have it, don't you?"
"Of course I do! Let me get it out of my safe place."
Mr. Satan stood up and took a key out of his pocket. He walked over to a wall, removed a picture from its hangar and unlocked the safe behind it. He opened the safe and took out the recording of the tournament. The recording that documented every bit of that terrible day. Well, every bit up until the point Piccolo destroyed the camera lens, that is. He took it out and handed it to Vegeta who gladly received it.
"Here you go. How long do you need it?" Mr. Satan asked and Vegeta glanced at him. "On second thought, you know what? It's yours. Now you don't have to worry about returning it."
"Very well then. I need it to study my greatest challenge anyway. Watch from the outskirts of Other World, Kakarrot. Watch as I become the greatest Saiyen in history!" Vegeta said as he walked out of the room. Mr. Satan sat down in exhaustion and glanced at his cat.
"I'm sure glad that's over. Plus I got out of it without being injured! Yeah! That little punk knew when to run! No one is stronger than the great Mr. Satan!" ***************************************************** "Do you feel that?" Piccolo asked as he moved away from the hyperbolic time chamber.
"What's going on in there?" Trunks asked.
"I don't know but let's hope it doesn't come out here."
"What if it does? We've got to be ready."
"So much for first day of classes, right Trunks?" Gohan asked and Trunks grew pale.
"I...I can't help. If I miss most of my classes today, they'll drop me. I can't do that," Trunks said.
"Maybe we should tell our mothers that it's impossible to stay in school."
"That wouldn't work. You know how they get. Great, I'm going to be late for my next class. Looks like I failed on all sides today."
"Think of it as a learning experience instead of a failure. That's what my mom would say."
"I don't know...it feels like failure, no matter how you say it."
"Yeah I know. Want me to get you back to the college in a hurry? I do know Dad's Instant Transmission technique."
"Thanks."
"Just try to concentrate. I'll come back up here and keep an eye on things if that'll help."
"It would. Thanks."
"No problem."
Dende watched the two disappear then turned to Piccolo.
"What do you think is happening in there?" he inquired.
"I would prefer not to know," Piccolo replied. "I think it would be best for all of us if that door never opened again." **************************************************************************** *** Loren sat in the middle of nowhere, her body shivering with the intense cold. She blinked her eyes as a figure appeared out of nowhere and came towards her. She stood up, her eyes wary as the figure came into focus. It was a Namek. He was almost seven feet in height and weighed at least four hundred pounds of muscle. His training robes were torn and he had a strange symbol tattooed on his arm. His eyes were as dark as any other Namek's but there was a warmness in them that spoke to her.
"Rion!!' she cried and ran towards the figure. "Rion! You came back! Please! Tell me what to do!" she cried and the figure faded into nothingness. She fell to her knees and began crying. "Please! Tell me what to do. Tell me what to do. I can't do this alone."
"Tell you what to do?" a voice asked almost mockingly. It was a voice that sounded slightly like Frieza's but without the pouting undertones.
She looked up and searched around for the owner of the voice but found no one. Another illusion, she surmised. Another trick of the room's. There was no one there. There couldn't be. There was no other entrance into this room aside from the one she used.
"You can't scare me. I don't want to train. I don't want to be stronger. I just want to be normal. I don't want any of this," she said and began crying again.
"Then we'll destroy it," the voice hissed and Loren stopped crying. That wasn't her imagination. There WAS another person in the room with her.
"Where are you?" she asked then placed a hand on her chest. All of a sudden she felt a tremendous pain there. She could now feel another presence within her and she was terrified.
"My seal has finally been broken. For too long have I been trapped in your body, watching your sickening compassion. I've tried to break the seal numerous times before and failed. Your guilt however, your enormous guilt for hurting things has finally worn away the seal. All these years your dark emotions have weakened my seal until once again I am free. Now I will make the universe PAY for imprisoning me and this planet is a good start."
"But you can't."
"I can't? What right do you have to save this world? It isn't yours. What right do you have to tell me what I can and cannot do? You don't know who you're dealing with."
"Get out of my body please. I don't want you here. I don't even know what you are."
"I'm afraid I like it here. I've grown used to this body and have assimilated quite well with you. Besides, I can't let such power go to waste. But, since the seal is open, you can take my place and serve out the remainder of my sentence. Don't worry. I've only got a thousand years left."