This story takes place after GT. Sorry if you don't particularly care for that story line, but I liked some of the characters it introduced. Enough palaver, as they say. Here's the story.

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Power of Necessity

Prologue

The sunrise rolled over the hills, revealing as it did the quaint country village to the waking world. Pristine domed homes sparkled under the warm light of the early morning, shading the slowly-rising occupants. No one who happened upon this town would ever believe that it had been destroyed several years ago under the might of an evil dragon. Nor would they then accept that the entire planet beneath their feet had met with its end not only once, but twice in the past few decades.

Slightly apart from this same town, hidden in the thick woods that surrounded her home, a middle - aged woman hung her laundry out to dry. A morning wind whistled through the trees, and the woman suddenly stopped her work to search the sky her eyes. A faint expression of sadness crossed her face before being replaced with one of disgust, as she tossed her clothing into a hamper and scurried into the shelter of her home.

Miles away, situated in the towering metropolis of Satan City, another woman pulled herself out from under an old automobile and daintily wiped the grease from her brow. She had an appointment downtown later that day, and she had to have her car in working order to make it there in time. She had willingly given up the luxury of a fleet of limousines to her son, but she reasoned that she deserved at least one functional automobile. She sat up and frowned. The electronics of her care were malfunctioning, and she needed two capacitors of a very specific size. She knew that she would not have time to change her clothing and go to the store if she were to make her meeting. She looked desperately around her workshop for something from which she could scavenge. Her eyes alighted on a small circular object tossed carelessly on her desk. She walked up to small device and took it in her hands. Slowly, she caressed the tiny inset screen and gave a wistful sigh. With an air of resignation, she pulled open a drawer and took out a set of tools. It was not like she would need the radar again, anyway.

Outside of her office, down the hallway and to the left, a bright red light pulsed warningly over an impressive steel door. Behind that door, a short, but impossibly strong looking man completed his fourteen hundredth pushup and collapsed on the ground, exhausted. The phrase "900 G" blinked repeatedly on a monitor on the center of the room. Refusing to pass out, the man forced himself to his feet and began a complex kata. His body phased out of sight and reappeared in another part of the room, only to disappear again. His demeanor bespoke a fierce determination to improve himself. Why he was doing this, however, even he could no longer say.

And, in a place beyond time and space, a small, spikey-haired child stirred in an enchanted slumber. Something was wrong.