The Spectrum Revolution-Chapter 9

Written by: Jesscheaux

Disclaimer: I did not invent, nor do I own, DB/Z/GT or any of the characters, only
the ones I created for this story.

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Vegeta concentrated on his new enemy, rapidly calculating which angle would
be best to attack from. He found it and then, before he attacked, thought to himself

(This is for you Trunks.) thinking of his small son at home. Vegeta charged
at Newton head on, throwing his fists in great fury, but Newton managed to
evade every punch. Vegeta exploded in anger and his yellow aura flared.
He threw a round house kick at Newton's head, but Newton caught his
foot and flung him several yards away. Vegeta recovered and began to
hurl dozens of small ki blasts at his opponent. An immense cloud of
smoke appeared and Newton's form disappeared within it. Vegeta kept this
going a while longer and then stopped to catch his breath. The smoke cleared
and Newton, haughty as ever, stood untouched and yawned. This was too
much for Vegeta
"Fight me you coward!" he yelled angrily and then began
his special attack. A huge amount of energy was formed together and he aimed
it directly at Newton. In the next few seconds he slowly let it fly, "FINAL FLASH!",
his voice filled the air with it's tinge of impending doom. The energy was extremely
brilliant, so bright that even Newton couldn't look at it directly. Ever true to it's mark, it
enveloped Newton in enormity and power. Vegeta crossed his arms and beamed
with pride as his attack exploded with fury. When the light died down, Vegeta's
facial expression changed from proud to horror stricken: Newton had survived
his most powerful attack! But a Super-Saiyan never gives up so, still panting,
Vegeta raised his fists ready to keep fighting this seemingly invincible enemy.

He was pretty drained from the last attack as it took an immense amount of
energy. Seeing this, Goku looked over at Gohan and they nodded at each
other in understanding. Both burst forth into Super-Saiyan form and flew
up behind Vegeta to back him up.

"I can fight by myself, Kakarott! I don't need your help!" Vegeta snarled at them.

"No, we need to fight him together." Goku answered and then flew directly
at the double-blue Newton. Newton held out his arm and blocked Goku's kick.

He then tried to punch Goku in the stomach, nearly missing because of the
Saiyan's super speed. The two fought awhile longer, kicking, punching and
blocking, but neither one could get a hit in.

From down below Jesscheaux yelled up a warning to Goku: "He's holding
back, Goku! Don't let him trick you! You've got to end this now!"

Goku nodded and teleported back to the ground with Gohan. They whispered
to each other and Gohan nodded in understanding. Newton, still, hanging in
the air, watched them with interest. In synchronized motion the father and son
Super-Saiyan team brought their hands into clamshell positions and began
in unison: " Ka--------------Me------------------Ha----------------------------------
Me--------------------------------------Ha------------------------------------------!!!!!!!!!"

The two identical blasts shot straight up at Newton. He had no time to
dodge them, and as they reached their mark the two blasts became one and
there was an earthshaking explosion.

"Omega Wave!" The blood-chilling cry came from the midst of the tempest and
any trace of the Kamehamehas disappeared, never to be seen again.
Newton stood with his energy field still intact around his body and lowered himself
to the ground. Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta , all with horrified looks on their faces,
backed away slowly.

"Didn't I warn you?" Newton asked the semi-frightened Saiyans, " I was going to
spare your pathetic lives, but your insolence angers me, and I've changed my mind!"

He then began to build up a ball of energy, blue in color, above his head.
It spiraled around and around until, satisfied with it's destructive power, Newton
threw it on top of the three Saiyans. "SUPER NOVA BLAST!" he cried and
the great ball of ki crushed Vegeta, Goku and Gohan. A huge crater formed
where they were once standing, with the half-dead Saiyans sprawled on the bottom.

They had each fallen out of Super Saiyan form and their black hair was mussed, and
their body suits torn. For once they couldn't stop their enemy. Goku mustered
up enough strength to whisper to Piccolo, who was the only fighter left standing
aside from Jesscheaux and Reyanne, "I'm sorry Piccolo, we did our best and
we failed, it's up to you now." His body then collapsed as he drifted into unconciousness.

(Author's note: I know that the Saiyans are the most powerful of the Z warriors, but
I needed them to get beaten so Piccolo could fight Newton. He is basically the
main character, along with Jesscheaux, and the next part adds the needed dramatic
effect to my story. I apologize to all you Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta lovers out
there. Don't get me wrong! I absolutely love those three, but this time they
aren't the main heroes. Thanks!)

Piccolo looked over at Goku sadly then whispered to himself " I won't let you down, Goku."
He was about to fly off when Jesscheaux's hand grabbed his arm. He turned towards her
to see tears streaming down her face. "Don't go Piccolo, I don't want to lose you! Let
me fight him!" she cried.

"Jesscheaux, Stay here and I'll let you know when I need you to back me up, Ok?" he said
and then smiled. "It'll be allright, I promise"

"You don't know that!" she cried and tried to stop him but he was already gone.

"Reyanne, try to go help the others, I'm going to stay and help Piccolo."

"Allright." Reyanne agreed and flew over to Yamcha to take care of him.

Piccolo flew up to Newton, ready to face him.

"So, the Namek is finally going to fight!" crooned Newton "Too bad you couldn't
save your friends, so how do you expect to beat me?"

Piccolo just glared at him.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm your worst nightmare!" Piccolo yelled and flung off his cape and turban.
He started yelling and powered up to his full extent, sending rocks flying in
every direction.

Undaunted by this new show of power, Newton quickly changed colors
to green skin and purple hair. In one swift movement he reached behind
his head and tied his waist-length hair into a knot.

"Worried about you hair?" Piccolo asked.

"I don't want to spoil my good looks!" Newton replied and threw back his
head and laughed hysterically.

Piccolo saw this as an opportunity for attack and sent a kick straight to
his neck, hoping to break it. Newton received the blow and staggered
back a bit. He glared at Piccolo, and then cracked his neck back into
place. Piccolo smiled and then hurled himself toward Newton who
kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him for a second.
He coughed up some purple blood and wiped his mouth with his hand.
Piccolo extended his right arm to an irrational length and quickly
wrapped it tightly around Newton's body, like an Anaconda about
to suffocate it's prey.

Newton began to lose ground and painstakingly freed his one of his
hands from Piccolo's death grip. Just as one of his ribs was
about to crack, Newton powered up a small energy disk and
sliced through Piccolo's arm, freeing himself. More of Piccolo's
blood came pouring out as his now lifeless arm fell to the ground.
He clutched his shoulder in pain and Newton chuckled at his discomfort.
A smirk then crossed Piccolo's face and he momentarily grew a new arm.

"Thanks, that one was getting kind of worn-out"

"You fool! I'm going to end this now!" yelled Newton as he began to collect
another ball of ki above his head. Before he could release it, Piccolo brought
his hands down together, palms up, and realeased a beam of yellow energy
at Newton's blast. It flew over Newton's head and destroyed his Super
Nova blast.
While Newton was momentarily fuming over the loss of energy,
Piccolo placed two fingers to his forehead, then thrust them outward yelling
"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!" Newton fell into the line of fire of this purple
and yellow tunnel and it pushed him back a few yards, his feet leaving two
lines engraved in the rocky ground. Piccolo kept the energy focused and
after a minute or two Newton collapsed onto his hands and knees.

Piccolo flew, his leg extended, and knocked Newton fully onto the ground.
He raised his hands into a triangle position above his head "Masenko-----------Ha!"
was the cry this time as he let the attack loose upon Newton at point-blank range.
When he looked down, Piccolo saw absolutely nothing where Newton had once been.
Surely he couldn't have vaporized him? No, he was somewhere close by.

Of course, Newton couldn't contain himself and he laughed a loud and evil laugh
that chilled Piccolo down to his bones.

The Spectronian had again changed colors, this time to a darker purple hair,
and light purple skin. Piccolo noticed something strange then; Although the
rest of the sky was blue, a dark purple cloud hung directly over him.
Before he could think, breathe, or do anything Piccolo was paralyzed by
a violet-colored bolt of lightning. It shot straight down through his body doing
irreversible damage to the Namek. A moment more of paralyisis and Piccolo
fell over onto the rocky ground in a heap. He coughed up some blood and looked
at himself over. There was no way he could make it. Both his legs were broken
and his right arm was out of it's socket. A large cut ran down his entire body where
the lighting had hit. His life-force began to slowly slip away and he thought
of Jesscheaux (Where is Jesscheaux?) He looked up and saw her crouching
beside him, crying. He lifted his good arm to touch her face, which was now
wet with tears.

Newton was so pleased with his success that he doubled over with laughter
and became oblivious to the world for a few minutes.

"Jesscheaux," Piccolo strained to say her name, " It's going to be okay."

"No! I can't go on without you, please don't leave me!"
She grasped onto the hand that he placed on her face.

"You've got to destroy him now, Jesscheaux, you're our last hope." Piccolo said.

"I told you not to go!" she began to speak but he silenced her.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," he said and paused for breath.
She kept quiet and waited for Piccolo's next words.

"Jesscheaux, I love you." he said emotionally. The tears just kept coming
down from Jesscheaux's green eyes as she answered him, " Oh Piccolo,
I love you too!"

He looked at her and smiled one last time. Then his body went limp: He was gone.

Jesscheaux held on to his lifeless hand as she cried: "Piccolo! Speak to me!
No, you can't be, come on say something!" but in her heart she knew it was
too late. "PICCOLO!!!!!!!!!!" she cried she stood up and her entire body turned
gray. She lifted her head towards the sky and screamed as loud as spectronianly possible:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

It was the cry that was heard around the world. She searched the sky, looking for
the one who had killed her beloved. She spotted him and flew towards him,
anger seething through her. She stood tall in front of Newton ready to face him.
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