Chapter: 4
Beginning of the End
Falcor's eyes were closed as he walked along with the other tourist. He shuffled his feet as he moved on within the throng, hands behind his head as he listened to the forcedly cheery voice coming from his big sister as she explained what everything was and answered curious onlooker's questions if she could.
Although he loved his sister, he didn't much like her, and the thought of an entire day wandering along behind her as she did her rounds, to be blunt (like he usually was), made him wish for a root canal! …..ok, maybe not THAT bad…
Today was 'Go to Work with your Parents day', but since both of Falcor's parents were unemployed, he had been forced to tag along with his sis. She was a tour guide or something of the sort for the most impressive museum in the world, The Capsule Corporation's Museum of the Unexplained.
The museum was, basically, a collection of mysterious objects, stories, pictures and anything else that could possibly be in a museum, and although a few of the articles on the supposed Alien cover-up by the American Government truly struck his curiosity, Falcor could only read for so long without his eyes starting to droop.
…man…this is boring…I should have brought my CD player…I'm hungry…I'm thirsty…I'm tired… he gripped mentally as he continued to stumble along with the horde of people his sister was herding along through the enormous museum.
Falcor's mouth opened wide, a mighty yawn escaping it, only stifled slightly by his hand over his mouth. He started scanning the area with ever weary eyes as he shuffled his feet irritably around, glancing at all the useless junk the people came to stare at just because some dude with glasses can't figure out what the hell it was made of!
His warm hand ran over his face with a sigh, his eyes closed as he tried not to fall asleep standing up when he say faint flashes of light from around his hands. Then as he moved his hand away from his eyes, he heard the indistinguishable clicking of a camera.
A small smile of satisfaction crept onto his face as he saw Destin, standing next to his father, both of them surrounded by an army of camera happy photographers as Trunks, with a smile, snipped a red ribbon with a giant pair scissors. Falcor's pleased smile was accompanied by a small chuckle as he saw Destin's expression of desperation as he looked around, probably for a way to escape the spot light.
Yet again the young human's mirth grew as he saw that his friend was wearing a pen stripped suit, a nice blue tie, a pair of well polished dress shoes, and, Falcor noticed with an even greater laugh, he had some of that hair gook his head.
Falcor laughed on, almost to the point of tears as he waved slightly to Destin, getting his attention.
The son consulted the father quietly before Trunks nodded slightly and looked back up at all of the press as he waved for them to follow him down the hallway that he had just opened with the cutting of the red ribbon as Destin, hands in his pockets, slowly walked towards his friend who was now pointing and laughing openly.
"….Lemme alone…" the son of Trunks said, looking down at his shoes, "…I was forced…"
Falcor had stopped laughing by then, and was only smiling, "You look like a snob!" the large teen said, taking in the image of one of his partners in the super hero business, "But I do admit, it looks better than the 'Dash' uniform," he chuckled, motioning vaguely towards his watch.
"I knew it! I DO look stupid in that outfit!" Destin said, frowning minutely, "I asked you if it looked Goofy and you said it looked fine!"
"Actually" he said, correcting his chum, "I distinctly remember saying, "There's nothing wrong with it", I didn't ACTUALLY tell you it looked good, I just stated that it was well made," at that he chuckled as he slapped Destin lightly on the back, "Besides, what would you have done if I told you what I really thought...that I wouldn't be caught dead in that suite. I mean, its almost as stupid as Saiyaman's!"
Destin's hands flung into the air as he sighed heavily, "Oh yeah, twist the knife…"
"Im just messing with you man" Falcor said, ruffling his short buddies hair before pulling it back, now all covered with hair gel, "….Your outfit is MORE ridiculous than the Great Saiyaman's!"
The blue haired boy started to protes, but was interrupted by an enormous explosion from the other end of the huge museum, which was quickly followed with shouts and shrieks before being cut off by the sounds of arms being fired.
Falcor's head whipped around "What the f…?" his eyes turned in the direction of the noise, "Come on!" he said, running off ahead of Destin, not really knowing or caring if he was behind him or not as he ran quickly down to an open intersection of four halls.
He quickly picked up on which direction the noise was coming from, and with a leap, set off in that direction.
Moments afterwards, Destin came running up beside him, "What do you think it is?! I hear guns, so it can't be good!" He said, grabbing Falcors arm and dragging him into the men's room.
Flashes of light could be seen coming from the cracks around the doorway before Takaman and Dash stepped out, their muscular legs moving quickly down into the direction of the commotion.
The two hero's got only a few yards further forward before a wall of panicking museum goers caused the two young fighters to hop into the air, flying quickly over them as they rushed head on towards unknown danger.
Falcor moved his transformation watch that doubled as a communicator to his mouth, "Takaman to Black Bat Saiyaman, Come in Saiyaman!" he said sternly as he held the transition button down.
Snores could be heard from out of the baby's room as Orion slept on the floor, a small child sitting on his chest, her hands stretching his mouth every which way as he snored like a buzz saw.
The red haired boy's watch began beeping wildly before a voice could be heard, "Takaman to Black Bat Saiyaman, Come in Saiyaman!"
The little girl screamed shrilly in surprise before babbleing into the watch, laughing every once and a while as she held a conversation in her baby language to her new friend, Mr. Watch!
"Gah Gah Mo Ty! BO BO Slaou! HAHAHA!" said a voice from Takaman's watch, making him look at it as if he had gone crazy.
"O…..K…." he mumbled before shaking it off, "Dash, looks like we're in this alone for now, I dunno why BBS isn't responding, but the reason really doesn't matter, "
"Yeah," the blue clad speedster said, "We can probably handle this ourselves!"
But when Falcor arrived at the site of commotion, he knew that they needed Saiyaman…
His eyes focused on the 3 warriors in black. He couldn't feel there power, but he still feared the worst. He watched as they continued to blast on a huge iron door.
Dash smiled, "Don't worry that door is 5 feet thick!" he said watching them wield their blasters against the door.
Falcor scanned over the roomed looking for those who were hurt by the three warrior's entrance.
He glanced over the large hole in the side of the museum. "Those blasters are pretty powerful…" he murmured to himself.
"Don't wor—" a large beam interjected him as it soared by his head.
"Don't worry about us?" the large man in black bellowed.
Dash dropped his brows and turned his head to face the man, who dared to challenge him. He then noticed the R and R logo on his shirt pocket.
He crossed his arms and levitated to the ground only a few yards in front of him.
The man looked back over his shoulder at the other two. "Use your hands," he yelled.
Dash perked a brow as the enemy said, "Heh, watch this."
Dash usually wouldn't stand idly by and watch them, but he was intrigued, and needed to see their power anyways.
One of the men stepped back, while the other raised his arm spreading out his fingers.
Falcor floated watching on with curiosity.
The man held out his hand for a second or two until it began to emit a golden aura. The aura whipped wildly around his hand until he easily focused it into the core of his hand, and it faded away.
The large man smiled at Dash, thinking of how ridiculous his outfit was.
Dash started to say something but was again cut off. The man's hand blasted forward golden energy at the door, in a huge wave of power!
The blast rushed towards the door but curved away at the last moment, as the large image of Takaman faded in!
His eyes shot up, "What the hell?!"
Falcor with a smirk sprinted towards him, jumping as he neared him. He glided quickly down with a punch to his cloaked face. The knuckles tore away the cloth and skin exposing purple blood to the cold museum air.
The blast however kept traveling until it busted through museum wall in a trip to faraway!
Dash laughed as he shot forward taking the large attacker across the cheek with his silver gloves.
The large warrior's head snapped to the side, but he quickly retaliated with a punch to the dead center of Dash's face. His knuckles slammed into Dash's nose and he was sent quickly back.
Falcor cleared his mind and prepared to fight, and he wasn't going to underestimate them.
He slung his foot around with a roundhouse to the warrior's head.
The fighter reeled for a moment before he slung his fist into Falcor's Bread basket.
Takaman grabbed his stomach his eyes bugging, and his body tensed. He didn't expect that much power, but now he knew, and would be on a better guard next time.
The fighter smirked as he flipped back; Bouncing off his palms and feet as he moved swiftly away, until he jumped up into the air, and with a twist he landed on his boots.
Falcor slipped into his infamous falcon stance, and watched as the warrior fell into a boxing stance. He knew then that his fist were his power.
"Just call me Boxer" he said with a smirk. "And you are?"
"Heh," Falcor said remembering a famous quote, "You will not live long enough to remember my name…"
Boxer's brows jumped, until Takaman fell into a fast run at him.
Takaman spread his wings and jumped into the air, drawing up his foot, but as he soared down he clipped from the side by the fighter he had disregarded.
The shoulder surged into his stomach, and the warrior grabbed his legs spearing him from the air.
Falcor laid on the cold hard floor, breathing deeply, his limbs disarrayed, and blood now trickling down from the corner of his mouth.
Dash's brows shot up, "Falcor!" he yelled, not thinking about it.
"I thought his name was Takaman," Dash's opponent said with a smirk.
"Uh…" Dash began to make up an excuse, but was cut off for the fourth time! This time by the powerful fist of the black clad warrior before him.
He smashed into his face with his fist, and Dash flew back sliding on the hard stone ground to a slow stop.
He laid there for a moment, until he was hoisted up by 4 powerful hands. Two grabbed one arm and two grabbed the other. His feet dangled as his body drooped still reeling from the attack.
The dark warrior popped his knuckles as he approached him slowly, with an evil smirk.
Anxiety ran through his veins, as he yelled without thinking, "ORION!!!"
Orion was usually there for Dash when he couldn't handle himself, but this time…
* * * * * *
Orion popped, his body in a cold sweat. He rested on his hands for a moment until he looked wearily up. Bra, his mom, was standing there holding a small baby.
"Uh…?" he saw her staring intently at him and glanced down… to find that he was now… BLACK BAT SAIYAMAN!
"Uh, oh" he murmured…
Beginning of the End
Falcor's eyes were closed as he walked along with the other tourist. He shuffled his feet as he moved on within the throng, hands behind his head as he listened to the forcedly cheery voice coming from his big sister as she explained what everything was and answered curious onlooker's questions if she could.
Although he loved his sister, he didn't much like her, and the thought of an entire day wandering along behind her as she did her rounds, to be blunt (like he usually was), made him wish for a root canal! …..ok, maybe not THAT bad…
Today was 'Go to Work with your Parents day', but since both of Falcor's parents were unemployed, he had been forced to tag along with his sis. She was a tour guide or something of the sort for the most impressive museum in the world, The Capsule Corporation's Museum of the Unexplained.
The museum was, basically, a collection of mysterious objects, stories, pictures and anything else that could possibly be in a museum, and although a few of the articles on the supposed Alien cover-up by the American Government truly struck his curiosity, Falcor could only read for so long without his eyes starting to droop.
…man…this is boring…I should have brought my CD player…I'm hungry…I'm thirsty…I'm tired… he gripped mentally as he continued to stumble along with the horde of people his sister was herding along through the enormous museum.
Falcor's mouth opened wide, a mighty yawn escaping it, only stifled slightly by his hand over his mouth. He started scanning the area with ever weary eyes as he shuffled his feet irritably around, glancing at all the useless junk the people came to stare at just because some dude with glasses can't figure out what the hell it was made of!
His warm hand ran over his face with a sigh, his eyes closed as he tried not to fall asleep standing up when he say faint flashes of light from around his hands. Then as he moved his hand away from his eyes, he heard the indistinguishable clicking of a camera.
A small smile of satisfaction crept onto his face as he saw Destin, standing next to his father, both of them surrounded by an army of camera happy photographers as Trunks, with a smile, snipped a red ribbon with a giant pair scissors. Falcor's pleased smile was accompanied by a small chuckle as he saw Destin's expression of desperation as he looked around, probably for a way to escape the spot light.
Yet again the young human's mirth grew as he saw that his friend was wearing a pen stripped suit, a nice blue tie, a pair of well polished dress shoes, and, Falcor noticed with an even greater laugh, he had some of that hair gook his head.
Falcor laughed on, almost to the point of tears as he waved slightly to Destin, getting his attention.
The son consulted the father quietly before Trunks nodded slightly and looked back up at all of the press as he waved for them to follow him down the hallway that he had just opened with the cutting of the red ribbon as Destin, hands in his pockets, slowly walked towards his friend who was now pointing and laughing openly.
"….Lemme alone…" the son of Trunks said, looking down at his shoes, "…I was forced…"
Falcor had stopped laughing by then, and was only smiling, "You look like a snob!" the large teen said, taking in the image of one of his partners in the super hero business, "But I do admit, it looks better than the 'Dash' uniform," he chuckled, motioning vaguely towards his watch.
"I knew it! I DO look stupid in that outfit!" Destin said, frowning minutely, "I asked you if it looked Goofy and you said it looked fine!"
"Actually" he said, correcting his chum, "I distinctly remember saying, "There's nothing wrong with it", I didn't ACTUALLY tell you it looked good, I just stated that it was well made," at that he chuckled as he slapped Destin lightly on the back, "Besides, what would you have done if I told you what I really thought...that I wouldn't be caught dead in that suite. I mean, its almost as stupid as Saiyaman's!"
Destin's hands flung into the air as he sighed heavily, "Oh yeah, twist the knife…"
"Im just messing with you man" Falcor said, ruffling his short buddies hair before pulling it back, now all covered with hair gel, "….Your outfit is MORE ridiculous than the Great Saiyaman's!"
The blue haired boy started to protes, but was interrupted by an enormous explosion from the other end of the huge museum, which was quickly followed with shouts and shrieks before being cut off by the sounds of arms being fired.
Falcor's head whipped around "What the f…?" his eyes turned in the direction of the noise, "Come on!" he said, running off ahead of Destin, not really knowing or caring if he was behind him or not as he ran quickly down to an open intersection of four halls.
He quickly picked up on which direction the noise was coming from, and with a leap, set off in that direction.
Moments afterwards, Destin came running up beside him, "What do you think it is?! I hear guns, so it can't be good!" He said, grabbing Falcors arm and dragging him into the men's room.
Flashes of light could be seen coming from the cracks around the doorway before Takaman and Dash stepped out, their muscular legs moving quickly down into the direction of the commotion.
The two hero's got only a few yards further forward before a wall of panicking museum goers caused the two young fighters to hop into the air, flying quickly over them as they rushed head on towards unknown danger.
Falcor moved his transformation watch that doubled as a communicator to his mouth, "Takaman to Black Bat Saiyaman, Come in Saiyaman!" he said sternly as he held the transition button down.
Snores could be heard from out of the baby's room as Orion slept on the floor, a small child sitting on his chest, her hands stretching his mouth every which way as he snored like a buzz saw.
The red haired boy's watch began beeping wildly before a voice could be heard, "Takaman to Black Bat Saiyaman, Come in Saiyaman!"
The little girl screamed shrilly in surprise before babbleing into the watch, laughing every once and a while as she held a conversation in her baby language to her new friend, Mr. Watch!
"Gah Gah Mo Ty! BO BO Slaou! HAHAHA!" said a voice from Takaman's watch, making him look at it as if he had gone crazy.
"O…..K…." he mumbled before shaking it off, "Dash, looks like we're in this alone for now, I dunno why BBS isn't responding, but the reason really doesn't matter, "
"Yeah," the blue clad speedster said, "We can probably handle this ourselves!"
But when Falcor arrived at the site of commotion, he knew that they needed Saiyaman…
His eyes focused on the 3 warriors in black. He couldn't feel there power, but he still feared the worst. He watched as they continued to blast on a huge iron door.
Dash smiled, "Don't worry that door is 5 feet thick!" he said watching them wield their blasters against the door.
Falcor scanned over the roomed looking for those who were hurt by the three warrior's entrance.
He glanced over the large hole in the side of the museum. "Those blasters are pretty powerful…" he murmured to himself.
"Don't wor—" a large beam interjected him as it soared by his head.
"Don't worry about us?" the large man in black bellowed.
Dash dropped his brows and turned his head to face the man, who dared to challenge him. He then noticed the R and R logo on his shirt pocket.
He crossed his arms and levitated to the ground only a few yards in front of him.
The man looked back over his shoulder at the other two. "Use your hands," he yelled.
Dash perked a brow as the enemy said, "Heh, watch this."
Dash usually wouldn't stand idly by and watch them, but he was intrigued, and needed to see their power anyways.
One of the men stepped back, while the other raised his arm spreading out his fingers.
Falcor floated watching on with curiosity.
The man held out his hand for a second or two until it began to emit a golden aura. The aura whipped wildly around his hand until he easily focused it into the core of his hand, and it faded away.
The large man smiled at Dash, thinking of how ridiculous his outfit was.
Dash started to say something but was again cut off. The man's hand blasted forward golden energy at the door, in a huge wave of power!
The blast rushed towards the door but curved away at the last moment, as the large image of Takaman faded in!
His eyes shot up, "What the hell?!"
Falcor with a smirk sprinted towards him, jumping as he neared him. He glided quickly down with a punch to his cloaked face. The knuckles tore away the cloth and skin exposing purple blood to the cold museum air.
The blast however kept traveling until it busted through museum wall in a trip to faraway!
Dash laughed as he shot forward taking the large attacker across the cheek with his silver gloves.
The large warrior's head snapped to the side, but he quickly retaliated with a punch to the dead center of Dash's face. His knuckles slammed into Dash's nose and he was sent quickly back.
Falcor cleared his mind and prepared to fight, and he wasn't going to underestimate them.
He slung his foot around with a roundhouse to the warrior's head.
The fighter reeled for a moment before he slung his fist into Falcor's Bread basket.
Takaman grabbed his stomach his eyes bugging, and his body tensed. He didn't expect that much power, but now he knew, and would be on a better guard next time.
The fighter smirked as he flipped back; Bouncing off his palms and feet as he moved swiftly away, until he jumped up into the air, and with a twist he landed on his boots.
Falcor slipped into his infamous falcon stance, and watched as the warrior fell into a boxing stance. He knew then that his fist were his power.
"Just call me Boxer" he said with a smirk. "And you are?"
"Heh," Falcor said remembering a famous quote, "You will not live long enough to remember my name…"
Boxer's brows jumped, until Takaman fell into a fast run at him.
Takaman spread his wings and jumped into the air, drawing up his foot, but as he soared down he clipped from the side by the fighter he had disregarded.
The shoulder surged into his stomach, and the warrior grabbed his legs spearing him from the air.
Falcor laid on the cold hard floor, breathing deeply, his limbs disarrayed, and blood now trickling down from the corner of his mouth.
Dash's brows shot up, "Falcor!" he yelled, not thinking about it.
"I thought his name was Takaman," Dash's opponent said with a smirk.
"Uh…" Dash began to make up an excuse, but was cut off for the fourth time! This time by the powerful fist of the black clad warrior before him.
He smashed into his face with his fist, and Dash flew back sliding on the hard stone ground to a slow stop.
He laid there for a moment, until he was hoisted up by 4 powerful hands. Two grabbed one arm and two grabbed the other. His feet dangled as his body drooped still reeling from the attack.
The dark warrior popped his knuckles as he approached him slowly, with an evil smirk.
Anxiety ran through his veins, as he yelled without thinking, "ORION!!!"
Orion was usually there for Dash when he couldn't handle himself, but this time…
* * * * * *
Orion popped, his body in a cold sweat. He rested on his hands for a moment until he looked wearily up. Bra, his mom, was standing there holding a small baby.
"Uh…?" he saw her staring intently at him and glanced down… to find that he was now… BLACK BAT SAIYAMAN!
"Uh, oh" he murmured…
