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Dragonball: After Earth
Chapter 3:Black Dawn
The great armies of the Western Continent had dug great trenches in preparation, now they waited. Another portal had opened just south of the Western Capital in the last four hours, the red pulsing oval slowly bleeding outward, turning the sky red for nearly a mile. The well-trained military force had been dispatched almost immediately and now they were fortified and waiting.
Major Perkins walked the line, giving encouraging words to his men, while looking out towards the horizon through his binoculars. So it was, that he was the first to see the on-coming tide of darkness that poured across the land towards them.
At a single command the daemon warriors had flowed forth from the portal like locusts, swarming northward towards this pocket of resistance. The Northern Continent had been completely destroyed by Baal and his legions, this one would be no different.
Perkins tossed his binoculars aside and shouted orders to his Lieutenants, information being passed backwards along the chain of command. The tides of darkness grew even closer, coming within nearly two hundred meters before the order to fire was given by the general near the rear of the force.
The area filled with the sounds and sight of muzzle flashes and artillery fire as the front ranks opened fire on the advancing daemon forces. For a minute nothing happened then a warrior fell, then a second. Nearly fifty of the advancing army going down under the hail of bullets and the tank shells that crashed into their ranks. Though fast and strong, the lowly daemon warriors were still susceptible to injury from enough force. Fifty might as well have been one to the dent it made into the mass of the daemons though.
Perkins turned to yell the order for the retreat to bring his men back to let the bombers come in and lay down napalm. Then the wave smashed into the front line of his troops. Five-hundred thousand brave men and woman had gathered outside the Western Capital to defend their friends and families. Over the next three hours of battle, every single one of them, from the lowliest private to the highest ranking general, would fight, and they would die.
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On the edge of God's Lookout, Son Goku cursed as he felt the massive ki as the horde of creatures entered into the world. It was to soon, they weren't even close to being ready yet. Medon and Trunks had only entered into the Room of Spirit and Time within the last two hours. They had most likely grown in power substantially since then but it wouldn't be enough yet.
Pan watched her grandfather as he paced the edge of the Lookout. She really didn't know what to say to him. This was the great Goku, he had always had a plan, a way to win. Even this time he had come up with something. She just wasn't sure it was enough. After everyone had taken a brief rest, he had used his Instantaneous Movement technique to transport them all to the home of God. From there he had taken, Dende, Kami-sennin of Earth and Bra to New Namek for safety and to warn them of the current danger. If it wasn't stopped here on Earth it would most likely spread further and eventually reach the peace loving Namekians. He had also given Dende instructions to have someone teach Bra to manipulate her ki to heal others, without the precious senzu beans any way to heal their wounds would be vital. All this passed through her mind, even as she continued her training, she would get her own time within the room, but she still intended to make every moment count.
The Sayai-jin gave a sigh and sat himself down. Worrying would do no good. They had little choice but to continue to prepare and be ready when their chance came. The daemon warriors themselves were actually quite weak, even the weapons the army was wielding in significant numbers or striking the right places would be able to destroy them. Goku had no illusions that the humans had any chance of winning, but they would hold. Maybe it would be long enough for their hopes to prove true. Pushing aside all worries he let his focus fall within himself, pushing away the overwhelming sensation of the dark ki that hovered across the Northern Continent and now washed across the Western. Searching for three specific ki's, powerful warriors who would be of great aid in the coming conflict.
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The five assassins had gathered at the call of their dark master. Mephiston gathered them only rarely and never all at once, so when the call at came, there had been no delay.
The daemon lord stepped back through the portal into the dark realm that was his home. He had entered into the Other World briefly to give a few commands to his legions and start the assault upon the Western Continent. He had send his weakest minions but felt them sufficient for the task at hand. Now Mephiston let glowing red eyes wander over his most powerful tools. He had chosen these five upon their births, carefully bred, to be his personal assassins. Warriors who would strike when he said, whom he said, with absolute loyalty. Ranaghar, Irruit, Kale, and the twin daemonesses, his personal favorites, Zilvra and Laele.
Ranaghar had been taught personally my Mephiston. One of the least powerful of the group, but was a tactician without equal, as well as having developed his ability to manipulate energy for external and internal uses to an art. He and Irruit were the only pure daemons of the group. Nearly six and a half feet tall his dark grey skin was covered by a thin scaled hide. His face almost man-like except for the lack of a nose, serpent eyes, and the row of spines that crested from his forehead and down his spine.
Irruit was the sadist of the group. She was the weakest of Mephiston's assassins but made up for it with speed and pure ferocity. Like most female daemons her skin was a deep red, the scales being nearly imperceptible. Black hair fell to her mid-back, two ivory horns curling out from the sides of her head. Her armor consisted of patches of steel held on by thin leather straps. It served to protect her as much as to distract, male daemons were known for their lusts.
Mephiston snorted at the last thought, she had tried her charms upon him once and a lingering scar across her throat was the painful reminder of who was the master. The thought passed though as his gaze shifted to the next of his warriors, Kale. Kale was undisputedly the strongest in pure brute strength of his group. Mephiston had made one of his soldiers breed with a race of fire giants they had conquered a few hundred years before. The result was the eighteen foot beast who stood here now. Kale's skin was more akin to volcanic rock then anything else, pitch black and possessing an inner heat, that was obvious to any that stood to close. He also wasn't to good at jobs that required stealth, preferring to destroy everything on the way to his target, and then tear it's head off. He made an excellent distraction.
The twins, Zilvra and Laele, were Mephiston's pride and joy. They had been an experiment. A breeding with an odd race of pacifists they had taken as slaves. He forgot what they were called, so insignificant were they, but for those that forsook battle, they had been incredibly strong of body and mind. So it was for Zilvra and Laele, they were a perfect meld of the two races. Possessing strength and speed beyond the normal limits of either race. They were the most powerful of his group, and when together in battle, in his mind, unstoppable.
They were the most human appearing of the group as well. Both stood just under six foot tall, their skin marble like in it's color, though far stronger. Gracefully pointed ears ended in thick manes of hair the hung to their shoulders. Zilvra's ebony a trait of her daemon blood, while Laele had taken after their mother's side, her hair being a rich red. Their horns were almost non-existent, small ridges on their forehead the only evidence of them. Their armor was more practical then Irruit's. The back being completely open to allow their wings to grow as needed, the rest of it consisted of black leather with a backing of the same steel that was used for the daemon weapons. The material covered their arms and upper torso. It also made up their thigh high boots and the thin piece that made up their pants, which seemed more like the bottom of a bathing suit to allow full access of leg movements. Curving metal plates folded over both their shoulders and their forearms, the latter possessing retractable blades sheathed within.
The magistrate smiled again and gave a nod. Yes, these five would be more then enough for the current assignment. He could most likely send less, but he wanted this done flawlessly, no more mistakes would be allowed.
"My forces now assault the pitiful armies of the humans upon their western front. I want you to go into the other world and observe the battle, while you do so, use your spells of detection, and look for energies that far surpasses those of the humans waging war. When you detect them, your mission is quite simple. Wipe them out. Do so as you like, but do not fail me."
The daemon flipped his hand over, presenting it before Zilvra and Laele, as an image of two men appeared within it. One appeared to be middle age, the other just entering into manhood.
"These are your targets. Forget all others and concentrate on these two if they make their presence known. The boy's power is raw and unfocused, he should be little challenge to you. The man is another story, but again, against the two of you, he should be an easy victim."
Zilvra leaned over the examine the image, her large red eyes taking it in before she gave a brief nod, the corner of her lips curling up to reveal white teeth and two curved fangs.
"At your command master, we'll bring back the heads of these two before these three can even find their targets."
The other daemoness gave a pout and pushed her sister lightly as she moved towards the portal.
"It really is a shame though. The younger one is pretty damn cute. Ah well, maybe we can have some fun with him before we have to splatter him across the scenery."
She gave a half-sigh almost in disappointment and stepped through the pulsing void that led to the other world.
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Trunks gave a muttered swear and jumped to the side as a golden ray of ki shot by him. The beam ki the white ground within the Room of Spirit and Time, and reflected off like it had hit a mirror, sloping around in the air and coming back at him.
The demi-Sayai-jin had to hand it to the kid, he was an incredibly fast learner. They had been in here only a few months from his estimation of time, and Medon had got enough control of his energy that he could not only bend the beam which wasn't all that hard, but stop it from exploding on impact. Trunks couldn't help but smile as he dodged the beam again and threw his hand out, firing one of his own into it, causing both beams to explode releasing their gathered energy.
Almost immediately he found himself on the defensive, Medon coming through the smoke of the explosion and assaulting him with a series of punches and kicks faster then the human eye could follow. Trunks accepted the assault, blocking or dodging each one, then waited until he found his opening and jabbed forward with his elbow, connecting into the young man's face. He extended his arm then his fist also landing a blow, before his right foot came up in a sweeping kick that send the other man flying backwards through the air, until he hit the flat landscape, bouncing several times before he caught himself.
"I told you. Stop concentrating on attack. Defense is where a battle is won, you have the speed and strength to excel in it if you only focus."
A low groan and a passing of his hand to wipe the thin line of blood from his nose was Medon's only response. Trunks had come in with him first because between he and Pan, Trunks was the more experienced combatant and thus could teach all the basics to Medon quicker. He had picked up on attacking, feinting, and the like quite easily. It was defense he had a severe weakness in. He was making up for most of it with pure speed and determination; Trunks kept showing him though it wasn't enough.
"Damnit Trunks! I'm trying, but you find holes that as far as I can tell don't exist."
"Then you have to be able to tell. You have to learn to predict your enemies movements Medon. That is where the battle is won. You and I don't have much more time together. A few more days in here and it's time to flip for your next teacher. He won't stand for the mistakes, what he's going to teach you, you HAVE to learn. It probably will be the key to victory."
Medon gave a sigh and nodded his head to let Trunks knew he understood. Goku had pounded in his head before he went into the room with Trunks, that he was going to get three teachers before the year inside was up. He also said that he had to help Trunks and Pan advance their own skills as much as his own, and not to miss a single lesson. There was no room for mistakes. Then of course the seriousness of the situation had almost flown away as his grandfather had suddenly gotten an odd look on his face and proclaimed loudly that he was hungry.
He gave a small laugh and pushed himself back up to his feet. He and Trunks had been in here almost three months. He had managed to learn the basics of combat and ki control, and a few more techniques. Pan was supposed to teach him more advanced maneuvers and tactics when she came in with him at the nine month mark. He still didn't know who this mystery teacher he was suppose to have for the fourth to ninth month was suppose to be, but he planned on being fully prepared for it.
"Know what Trunks? Keep going this easy on me and I won't put in a good word with my sister for you."
Grinning Medon rushed back in at this teacher, stopping both Trunks mumbled response and wiping away the look of surprise on his face at the remark. The younger man landing several stinging hits as Trunks Brief's wondered, and for the first time in his life, actually thought about Pan.
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High above the Western Capital, Chaozu and Tenshinhan, watched the battle waging between the daemon army and the forces of the Western Continent. The current winner was obvious. The daemons had pushed the opposing force back almost five miles and continued to advance upon them. Mercilessly slaying anyone that got their hands upon.
Tenshinhan looked over to his life-long friend. A single daemon warrior had attacked them during the initial assault. He had severely wounded Chaozu and barely been beaten by Tenshinhan after several hours of battle. Chaozu was using all his energy just to float besides his friend, one hand holding his arm tightly where the daemons glowing blade has nearly severed it.
He reached out and put his arm around his friend, holding him steady. A reassuring nod give to the smaller man's smile and thanks. He had to give aid to the army below, but not with Chaozu like this.
"Listen, I want you to go down into the Capital and get to a hospital. I'm going to go do what I can. I'm not going to just stand by and watch this all go to hell."
"But Tenshinhan, I can still help. Let me come with you!"
Tenshinhan shook his head and let go of Chaozu, giving him a moment to steady himself.
"No...not this time. This part of fate is mine alone."
He looked at his best friend again. Giving him a soft pat on the shoulder. Deep inside he knew they would not meet again.
White ki flared up around Tenshinhan as he turned and flew towards the battlefield. His green cloak torn free by the wind, and slowly falling towards the ground below, long after he was gone.
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All five of them felt the appearance of a large ki, and it was heading for the field of battle before them. Irruit smiled and stood from the chunk of rubble she had made herself comfortable in. This one was quite weak and would posse little challenge to her, but maybe it would give her a spot of fun. The other they had detected was going the other direction, but it wasn't even worth her time.
The giant Kale rose as well. He knew Irruit was going after the stronger of the two, but he had no craving for sport, only carnage. The weaker one and whatever was surrounding it would provide that just fine.
The two daemons streaked out from the small area of ruins they had chosen to set up base in. Their dark energies streaming across the sky behind them, as they rushed towards the Western Capital, two targets firmly in their senses.
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Both Pan and Goku nearly jumped to their feet when they felt the two energies rise up. Goku had just managed to locate Tenshinhan and Chaozu when the other two struck his senses, they had most likely felt them as well. The Sayai-jin was on his feet without a second though as he rushed for the edge of the Lookout.
The ki though strong was unstable, at least the feeling of it was. The portals blurred his ability to focus fully on it. He would have to fly there, teleportation wouldn't be an option.
"Pan! Get Trunks out of the room and tell him to follow me as soon as he can. I'm not sure when I'll be back. At the right time you enter into the room as well and train with Medon. We'll be needing both of you."
Then Son Goku stepped off the edge of the lookout upon which sat God's Palace. His ki flaring up as he rushed towards the horizon and the black hordes that still pushed onwards. Hoping to arrive in time to save his friend's life.
Son Pan stood still a moment longer, watching her grandfathers form jet across the sky until it was out of site. Vanished into the black sky, despite the sun's best attempts to shine upon the land. She gave a sad sigh as she turned away to get Trunks out of the room and Medon's next teach in there. Turning away from the last dawn that she would know upon the planet of her birth.
Dragonball: After Earth
Chapter 3:Black Dawn
The great armies of the Western Continent had dug great trenches in preparation, now they waited. Another portal had opened just south of the Western Capital in the last four hours, the red pulsing oval slowly bleeding outward, turning the sky red for nearly a mile. The well-trained military force had been dispatched almost immediately and now they were fortified and waiting.
Major Perkins walked the line, giving encouraging words to his men, while looking out towards the horizon through his binoculars. So it was, that he was the first to see the on-coming tide of darkness that poured across the land towards them.
At a single command the daemon warriors had flowed forth from the portal like locusts, swarming northward towards this pocket of resistance. The Northern Continent had been completely destroyed by Baal and his legions, this one would be no different.
Perkins tossed his binoculars aside and shouted orders to his Lieutenants, information being passed backwards along the chain of command. The tides of darkness grew even closer, coming within nearly two hundred meters before the order to fire was given by the general near the rear of the force.
The area filled with the sounds and sight of muzzle flashes and artillery fire as the front ranks opened fire on the advancing daemon forces. For a minute nothing happened then a warrior fell, then a second. Nearly fifty of the advancing army going down under the hail of bullets and the tank shells that crashed into their ranks. Though fast and strong, the lowly daemon warriors were still susceptible to injury from enough force. Fifty might as well have been one to the dent it made into the mass of the daemons though.
Perkins turned to yell the order for the retreat to bring his men back to let the bombers come in and lay down napalm. Then the wave smashed into the front line of his troops. Five-hundred thousand brave men and woman had gathered outside the Western Capital to defend their friends and families. Over the next three hours of battle, every single one of them, from the lowliest private to the highest ranking general, would fight, and they would die.
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On the edge of God's Lookout, Son Goku cursed as he felt the massive ki as the horde of creatures entered into the world. It was to soon, they weren't even close to being ready yet. Medon and Trunks had only entered into the Room of Spirit and Time within the last two hours. They had most likely grown in power substantially since then but it wouldn't be enough yet.
Pan watched her grandfather as he paced the edge of the Lookout. She really didn't know what to say to him. This was the great Goku, he had always had a plan, a way to win. Even this time he had come up with something. She just wasn't sure it was enough. After everyone had taken a brief rest, he had used his Instantaneous Movement technique to transport them all to the home of God. From there he had taken, Dende, Kami-sennin of Earth and Bra to New Namek for safety and to warn them of the current danger. If it wasn't stopped here on Earth it would most likely spread further and eventually reach the peace loving Namekians. He had also given Dende instructions to have someone teach Bra to manipulate her ki to heal others, without the precious senzu beans any way to heal their wounds would be vital. All this passed through her mind, even as she continued her training, she would get her own time within the room, but she still intended to make every moment count.
The Sayai-jin gave a sigh and sat himself down. Worrying would do no good. They had little choice but to continue to prepare and be ready when their chance came. The daemon warriors themselves were actually quite weak, even the weapons the army was wielding in significant numbers or striking the right places would be able to destroy them. Goku had no illusions that the humans had any chance of winning, but they would hold. Maybe it would be long enough for their hopes to prove true. Pushing aside all worries he let his focus fall within himself, pushing away the overwhelming sensation of the dark ki that hovered across the Northern Continent and now washed across the Western. Searching for three specific ki's, powerful warriors who would be of great aid in the coming conflict.
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The five assassins had gathered at the call of their dark master. Mephiston gathered them only rarely and never all at once, so when the call at came, there had been no delay.
The daemon lord stepped back through the portal into the dark realm that was his home. He had entered into the Other World briefly to give a few commands to his legions and start the assault upon the Western Continent. He had send his weakest minions but felt them sufficient for the task at hand. Now Mephiston let glowing red eyes wander over his most powerful tools. He had chosen these five upon their births, carefully bred, to be his personal assassins. Warriors who would strike when he said, whom he said, with absolute loyalty. Ranaghar, Irruit, Kale, and the twin daemonesses, his personal favorites, Zilvra and Laele.
Ranaghar had been taught personally my Mephiston. One of the least powerful of the group, but was a tactician without equal, as well as having developed his ability to manipulate energy for external and internal uses to an art. He and Irruit were the only pure daemons of the group. Nearly six and a half feet tall his dark grey skin was covered by a thin scaled hide. His face almost man-like except for the lack of a nose, serpent eyes, and the row of spines that crested from his forehead and down his spine.
Irruit was the sadist of the group. She was the weakest of Mephiston's assassins but made up for it with speed and pure ferocity. Like most female daemons her skin was a deep red, the scales being nearly imperceptible. Black hair fell to her mid-back, two ivory horns curling out from the sides of her head. Her armor consisted of patches of steel held on by thin leather straps. It served to protect her as much as to distract, male daemons were known for their lusts.
Mephiston snorted at the last thought, she had tried her charms upon him once and a lingering scar across her throat was the painful reminder of who was the master. The thought passed though as his gaze shifted to the next of his warriors, Kale. Kale was undisputedly the strongest in pure brute strength of his group. Mephiston had made one of his soldiers breed with a race of fire giants they had conquered a few hundred years before. The result was the eighteen foot beast who stood here now. Kale's skin was more akin to volcanic rock then anything else, pitch black and possessing an inner heat, that was obvious to any that stood to close. He also wasn't to good at jobs that required stealth, preferring to destroy everything on the way to his target, and then tear it's head off. He made an excellent distraction.
The twins, Zilvra and Laele, were Mephiston's pride and joy. They had been an experiment. A breeding with an odd race of pacifists they had taken as slaves. He forgot what they were called, so insignificant were they, but for those that forsook battle, they had been incredibly strong of body and mind. So it was for Zilvra and Laele, they were a perfect meld of the two races. Possessing strength and speed beyond the normal limits of either race. They were the most powerful of his group, and when together in battle, in his mind, unstoppable.
They were the most human appearing of the group as well. Both stood just under six foot tall, their skin marble like in it's color, though far stronger. Gracefully pointed ears ended in thick manes of hair the hung to their shoulders. Zilvra's ebony a trait of her daemon blood, while Laele had taken after their mother's side, her hair being a rich red. Their horns were almost non-existent, small ridges on their forehead the only evidence of them. Their armor was more practical then Irruit's. The back being completely open to allow their wings to grow as needed, the rest of it consisted of black leather with a backing of the same steel that was used for the daemon weapons. The material covered their arms and upper torso. It also made up their thigh high boots and the thin piece that made up their pants, which seemed more like the bottom of a bathing suit to allow full access of leg movements. Curving metal plates folded over both their shoulders and their forearms, the latter possessing retractable blades sheathed within.
The magistrate smiled again and gave a nod. Yes, these five would be more then enough for the current assignment. He could most likely send less, but he wanted this done flawlessly, no more mistakes would be allowed.
"My forces now assault the pitiful armies of the humans upon their western front. I want you to go into the other world and observe the battle, while you do so, use your spells of detection, and look for energies that far surpasses those of the humans waging war. When you detect them, your mission is quite simple. Wipe them out. Do so as you like, but do not fail me."
The daemon flipped his hand over, presenting it before Zilvra and Laele, as an image of two men appeared within it. One appeared to be middle age, the other just entering into manhood.
"These are your targets. Forget all others and concentrate on these two if they make their presence known. The boy's power is raw and unfocused, he should be little challenge to you. The man is another story, but again, against the two of you, he should be an easy victim."
Zilvra leaned over the examine the image, her large red eyes taking it in before she gave a brief nod, the corner of her lips curling up to reveal white teeth and two curved fangs.
"At your command master, we'll bring back the heads of these two before these three can even find their targets."
The other daemoness gave a pout and pushed her sister lightly as she moved towards the portal.
"It really is a shame though. The younger one is pretty damn cute. Ah well, maybe we can have some fun with him before we have to splatter him across the scenery."
She gave a half-sigh almost in disappointment and stepped through the pulsing void that led to the other world.
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Trunks gave a muttered swear and jumped to the side as a golden ray of ki shot by him. The beam ki the white ground within the Room of Spirit and Time, and reflected off like it had hit a mirror, sloping around in the air and coming back at him.
The demi-Sayai-jin had to hand it to the kid, he was an incredibly fast learner. They had been in here only a few months from his estimation of time, and Medon had got enough control of his energy that he could not only bend the beam which wasn't all that hard, but stop it from exploding on impact. Trunks couldn't help but smile as he dodged the beam again and threw his hand out, firing one of his own into it, causing both beams to explode releasing their gathered energy.
Almost immediately he found himself on the defensive, Medon coming through the smoke of the explosion and assaulting him with a series of punches and kicks faster then the human eye could follow. Trunks accepted the assault, blocking or dodging each one, then waited until he found his opening and jabbed forward with his elbow, connecting into the young man's face. He extended his arm then his fist also landing a blow, before his right foot came up in a sweeping kick that send the other man flying backwards through the air, until he hit the flat landscape, bouncing several times before he caught himself.
"I told you. Stop concentrating on attack. Defense is where a battle is won, you have the speed and strength to excel in it if you only focus."
A low groan and a passing of his hand to wipe the thin line of blood from his nose was Medon's only response. Trunks had come in with him first because between he and Pan, Trunks was the more experienced combatant and thus could teach all the basics to Medon quicker. He had picked up on attacking, feinting, and the like quite easily. It was defense he had a severe weakness in. He was making up for most of it with pure speed and determination; Trunks kept showing him though it wasn't enough.
"Damnit Trunks! I'm trying, but you find holes that as far as I can tell don't exist."
"Then you have to be able to tell. You have to learn to predict your enemies movements Medon. That is where the battle is won. You and I don't have much more time together. A few more days in here and it's time to flip for your next teacher. He won't stand for the mistakes, what he's going to teach you, you HAVE to learn. It probably will be the key to victory."
Medon gave a sigh and nodded his head to let Trunks knew he understood. Goku had pounded in his head before he went into the room with Trunks, that he was going to get three teachers before the year inside was up. He also said that he had to help Trunks and Pan advance their own skills as much as his own, and not to miss a single lesson. There was no room for mistakes. Then of course the seriousness of the situation had almost flown away as his grandfather had suddenly gotten an odd look on his face and proclaimed loudly that he was hungry.
He gave a small laugh and pushed himself back up to his feet. He and Trunks had been in here almost three months. He had managed to learn the basics of combat and ki control, and a few more techniques. Pan was supposed to teach him more advanced maneuvers and tactics when she came in with him at the nine month mark. He still didn't know who this mystery teacher he was suppose to have for the fourth to ninth month was suppose to be, but he planned on being fully prepared for it.
"Know what Trunks? Keep going this easy on me and I won't put in a good word with my sister for you."
Grinning Medon rushed back in at this teacher, stopping both Trunks mumbled response and wiping away the look of surprise on his face at the remark. The younger man landing several stinging hits as Trunks Brief's wondered, and for the first time in his life, actually thought about Pan.
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High above the Western Capital, Chaozu and Tenshinhan, watched the battle waging between the daemon army and the forces of the Western Continent. The current winner was obvious. The daemons had pushed the opposing force back almost five miles and continued to advance upon them. Mercilessly slaying anyone that got their hands upon.
Tenshinhan looked over to his life-long friend. A single daemon warrior had attacked them during the initial assault. He had severely wounded Chaozu and barely been beaten by Tenshinhan after several hours of battle. Chaozu was using all his energy just to float besides his friend, one hand holding his arm tightly where the daemons glowing blade has nearly severed it.
He reached out and put his arm around his friend, holding him steady. A reassuring nod give to the smaller man's smile and thanks. He had to give aid to the army below, but not with Chaozu like this.
"Listen, I want you to go down into the Capital and get to a hospital. I'm going to go do what I can. I'm not going to just stand by and watch this all go to hell."
"But Tenshinhan, I can still help. Let me come with you!"
Tenshinhan shook his head and let go of Chaozu, giving him a moment to steady himself.
"No...not this time. This part of fate is mine alone."
He looked at his best friend again. Giving him a soft pat on the shoulder. Deep inside he knew they would not meet again.
White ki flared up around Tenshinhan as he turned and flew towards the battlefield. His green cloak torn free by the wind, and slowly falling towards the ground below, long after he was gone.
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All five of them felt the appearance of a large ki, and it was heading for the field of battle before them. Irruit smiled and stood from the chunk of rubble she had made herself comfortable in. This one was quite weak and would posse little challenge to her, but maybe it would give her a spot of fun. The other they had detected was going the other direction, but it wasn't even worth her time.
The giant Kale rose as well. He knew Irruit was going after the stronger of the two, but he had no craving for sport, only carnage. The weaker one and whatever was surrounding it would provide that just fine.
The two daemons streaked out from the small area of ruins they had chosen to set up base in. Their dark energies streaming across the sky behind them, as they rushed towards the Western Capital, two targets firmly in their senses.
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Both Pan and Goku nearly jumped to their feet when they felt the two energies rise up. Goku had just managed to locate Tenshinhan and Chaozu when the other two struck his senses, they had most likely felt them as well. The Sayai-jin was on his feet without a second though as he rushed for the edge of the Lookout.
The ki though strong was unstable, at least the feeling of it was. The portals blurred his ability to focus fully on it. He would have to fly there, teleportation wouldn't be an option.
"Pan! Get Trunks out of the room and tell him to follow me as soon as he can. I'm not sure when I'll be back. At the right time you enter into the room as well and train with Medon. We'll be needing both of you."
Then Son Goku stepped off the edge of the lookout upon which sat God's Palace. His ki flaring up as he rushed towards the horizon and the black hordes that still pushed onwards. Hoping to arrive in time to save his friend's life.
Son Pan stood still a moment longer, watching her grandfathers form jet across the sky until it was out of site. Vanished into the black sky, despite the sun's best attempts to shine upon the land. She gave a sad sigh as she turned away to get Trunks out of the room and Medon's next teach in there. Turning away from the last dawn that she would know upon the planet of her birth.