(Ok, so my message on my last chapter was a little wrong. I am SORT OF going GT with this chapter, even though, as I said, I HATE IT! That is why, I am picking and choosing the concepts I "liked" and basically TWISTING them to make them completely workable (for my story only), since GT was an inconsistent series anyway, it doesn't matter. No, they aren't going to have to search for the Dragon Balls in order to make the earth stay alive, and no, they won't be having to fight the Dragons, just to tell you before hands. I'm not going to use any plot-line. And no, Bebi is NOT the enemy in this. I think you all know who is.)
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It had started out to be a normal day for Dende. He awakened early, as was his usual ritual. The morning was great, the sun had already began to show itself to the world and was already beginning to warm the planet. Continuing with his morning ritual, he made his rounds around the lookout, leaving the center to be last, as usual. He didn't much like to travel down there, for there lay seven mysterious Dragon Balls which even he was unfamiliar with. These Dragon Balls were much different than those found around the earth. Not only in appearance, with their black stars instead of red, but also with their power. All he knew about them was that they had been made by Kami before the original split. In essence, they were the original Dragon Balls, holding more power than the red star balls. He wasn't sure why they kept around, but, as directed by Piccolo, he was sure to keep up his promise to keep them absolutely secret from anyone, even those who fought for earth. Piccolo had warned him that these particular Dragon Balls were so powerful that they could do almost anything. They could do more damage than the red star balls. If any enemy were to find out about them, the earth would be doomed.
Upon making the last of his rounds, Dende, as usual, made his way down to the center of the lookout, where the Room of Spirit of Time had once resided before it had been destroyed. But now, it was the home to the Black Star Dragon Balls. As he walked into the room where they had always been, and hopefully would always stay, unused for eternity, what did he see? Absolutely nothing. Not a sign of a Single Dragon Ball anywhere. He could think of only one thing to say in a moment such as this... "Aww shit!"
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Meanwhile...
Usagi stood, all alone, with fifteen minutes to get to class, looking for who might have been speaking with her. It was a voice in which she didn't recognize, probably because she had never heard it before. It was a coarse voice, one that sounded empty, emotionless. Who could it have been? That was one question Usagi was unable to answer. As she searched the quad, she could see no one. "He...hello?" Her voice shook with slight fear, for, not only was she unable to SEE whoever was talking with her, she couldn't feel it either, not that she knew what she should be feeling for anyway.
She set her bag down on the ground next to her legs and circled around it, hoping to pinpoint who was speaking with her. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was just some sick upperclassman playing a trick on her by using a megaphone. Maybe that was why there weren't any upperclassman around, they were all trying to scare her. That had to be it. She sighed with relief as she tried to talk herself out of being scared. She would just have to ignore the calls and be on with her day.
Usagi bent over to pick up her bag. "Man, this Tatsuo thing has really gotten me paranoid."
"Tatsuo..." called the voice.
Usagi jumped away from her bag and looked up, her heart wildly racing inside her chest. "Who said that? How did you hear me?!" She darted a glance in all directions. Maybe this wasn't all in her imagination.
"Idiot!"
Usagi jumped back again. WHO was that? "Where are you? Show yourself!" She lowered herself into a fighting position.
"I am talking to you telepathically!"
Usagi stood back up with fear written in her eyes. "Ok...?" She looked down to her hands, which were now shaking. Why had this person decided to contact her? She wasn't sure, but she knew it had to do with the resemblance between Tatsuo and the boy who had died. It had to have. Nothing weird started happening until Tatsuo arrived.
"Teleport to me!"
Usagi's eyes widened with surprise. "I can't."
"Yes you can! I've seen you! Now do it!"
Usagi bent over to pick up her bag this time with a frown. Tatsuo was the only one who knew she could teleport. But, this voice didn't sound at all like Tatsuo. Tatsuo had a sweet voice, a voice that would never have any hate behind it, whereas this guy did. "Why would I want to? Why don't you come to me?!"
"YOU will teleport to ME... or else I will use the Dragon Balls and wish for something horrible to happen to this planet! You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Usagi grinned. What was this guy trying to pull? There were no Dragon Balls to be wished upon. "You're lying! The Dragon Balls are stone right now! You have nothing against me!"
"Is that a fact? Well, I seem to have seven shiny orange balls sitting right here in my side-pouch. Each of them have cute little stars to go along with them."
Usagi frowned. She didn't remember her father describing the looks of the Dragon Balls to Tatsuo the day before. There was only one anyone could know that, and that would be if he saw them, and the only way he could see them is if they were turned back to normal, and if they were turned back to normal then he probably had all of them already.
Even though she didn't fully believe this guy about the Dragon Balls, there was only one way to find out if he was telling the truth or not. "Where are you?"
"In the park near Capsule Corporation. Come alone." The voice sounded extra pleased now.
"Why?" Usagi growled.
"Just do it!"
Usagi sighed as she placed her bag next to a bench near the building. This could get interesting. What could this guy want? Maybe it was nothing special. Maybe he just wanted to have a nice dinner with her. She couldn't help but giggle at the thought. What were the chances of that ever happening. This guy didn't sound too friendly. Knowing her luck, he would just want to kill her from some stupid reason and then go on to the people she loved most. It was the same with every enemy who had come to earth before. But she wasn't worried. She knew she was strong, she could handle whatever force this was, if it was any at all. And beside, she wouldn't even be fighting all alone. Once her father felt her energy level go up during school hours, as well as the other guys, he would come straight for her to see what was wrong. And then, hopefully he would take over the fight from there.
She quickly pressed her fingers to her forehead and searched out for the park by Capsule Corp, the same park in which she had met Makoto for the very first time. Once it was found, she was gone and away from school.
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~~Kami's Lookout~~
"Popo! Popo! They're gone! The Dragon Balls! They're gone!" Not knowing what to do, Dende found himself running aimlessly around his palace. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to find Mr. Popo so he could get the word to Master Kalin and Yajurobi so they could get the word to Piccolo. But, finding Mr. Popo in such massive palace wouldn't be too easy, but he did have an idea as to where he would be. Usually, he could find Mr. Popo tending to the gardens in the afternoons, but the mornings he wasn't sure of. In anyway, he decided to try the gardens anyway. It was worth a shot. Anything to get the word to Piccolo.
He ran up multiple hallways, taking mostly those that peered out into the quad in hopes to see Mr. Popo out with this garden. "Popo! Where are you?" He soon found himself running for the doorway that led outside. He wasn't the least bit surprised to find Mr. Popo standing before it with his gardening tools. "Mr. Popo!" He cried out in a rage of fear.
Mr. Popo swiftly turned around with a fear of his own. Dende was always calm and composed, this sudden outburst could only mean trouble. "What?!" He yelled down the hall as he dropped his tools to clank against the hard marble flooring.
"The Dragon Balls! They're missing!"
Mr. Popo gasped. He was the only other soul besides Piccolo who was not god who knew about he Black Star Dragon Balls and the power they held. He knew if they fell into the wrong hands they could mean the complete destruction of the world, maybe even the universe. "Horrible! When did it happen?!"
Dende came to a sliding halt before Popo and shook his head. "I don't know. I went to check on them like I do everyday but they weren't there this time. I don't know who could have done it. I haven't felt any disturbances lately."
Popo frowned. There was only one person who would truly know what they were facing, and that would be the Dragon Balls' original creator, who didn't technically exist anymore. "I'll tell Yajurobi to summon Piccolo."
Dende nodded. "I don't want anyone else to know about this yet, so tell Yajurobi to make sure Piccolo doesn't bring anyone else with him."
"I don't think Piccolo will have too much of an objection with that. He doesn't want anyone to know either."
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~~Park~~
Usagi appeared on a concrete clearing in the park. This was something she definitely recognized. This was where she fought Makoto for the very first time. She proceeded forward. She would have to keep herself alert for anything strange, for, if she didn't, the enemy could get the upper hand. All that she wondered now was why she wasn't able to feel it.
"You came." Exclaimed the voice from behind.
Surprised, Usagi gasped and jumped around. Her eyes widened and her mouth nearly dropped at what she saw. Before her stood a small, metallic creature, the same creature who stole the Dragon Balls the night before. But Usagi didn't know that. All she knew was that this thing called her out to this park and she was ready to fight it if needed. But, before she tried anything, she would have to find out if it actually had the Dragon Balls or not. "So?" She rudely questioned.
The creature bobbed around her in a full circle as if to check her out. It paid special attention to her tail, which hang carelessly behind her legs. "So what?"
Usagi placed her hands on her hips and frowned. "Do you have them or not?"
The creature nodded. "I do!" He reached one of his hands to his side. For almost a second, it disappeared, but almost immediately reappeared with an orange Dragon Ball in it. It held the Ball up for Usagi to see. "I have it!"
Usagi groaned. 'So he DOES have it. This could be bad. That means I have to defeat him, or do whatever he wants until I can get home and tell daddy. Whatever I do, I better be fast in my decision otherwise it might be too late.' She thought about her position for a few seconds. On the one hand, this thing didn't seem too strong. It probably wasn't, which was why it had the Dragon Balls to blackmail her, or it wanted her to THINK it wasn't strong. 'I don't know how long it would take for daddy to realize something was going on. Probably about five minutes. He'll probably just think me and the girls are play fighting again. Maybe if I went Super Saiyan right away. He knows I never go Super Saiyan unless I'm fighting with him. Never the girls.'
The creature walked up to Usagi and looked her straight in the eye. The two were just about the same height, except this thing was a little taller than Usagi. "What are you thinking about?"
Usagi shook her head rather quickly to snap out of her thoughts. "N...nothing. Sorry." She studied the Dragon Ball in the blue guy's hand. "Can I see it?" She wanted to make sure it was genuine before she made up her mind.
The creature smirked deviously as he pulled it away from her and held it tightly. "No." He smirked wider. "But I'll make you a trade."
Usagi quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. This had to be good. What could he possibly want in place of the Dragon Balls? Whatever he wanted he could just WISH for. But, anything to get the Dragon Balls back. She wouldn't be dumb enough to try to tell him otherwise. "I'm listening."
"Good." The creature pointed at Usagi's chest. "I want that broach that you're wearing on your chest."
Usagi gasped as she looked down at her broach, and then back up at the blue guy. "What?! You've gotta be nuts! You can't have this! It's mine!"
The creature put the Dragon Ball back where he got it from. "Then you can't have MY Dragon Balls."
Usagi frowned. "They aren't yours! You stole them! Give them back!"
The Creature grinned. "I can't do that. I already have a use for these babies. I was hopping you'd be a good little girl and give me what I wanted in exchange for something you wanted, but it looks like I'll have to take it the hard way."
Seeing where this was going, Usagi crouched into a fighting stance. "Hard for you. I don't go down so easily. And once my dad feels my energy fly up he'll come racing down here to kick your butt!"
"I don't know about that..." Without even finishing his thought, the blue creature disappeared and reappeared behind Usagi. And, before she could even move to defend, he reached out and grabbed her by her tail.
Usagi only grinned. "I fixed that problem a while back."
The creature returned the grin with a sly one of his own. "I didn't even know anything happened when your tail was grabbed. I was planning on something else!" Usagi looked quite confused. But this was all clarified when she found herself being thrown into the concrete over and over by her own tail. "Bleed you stupid brat!"
Usagi cried out in pain, unable to think of anything but attacking back. She couldn't even raise her power level in her current condition. This guy was much faster than she could detect, though she could now feel its power level skyrocketing, and it was much stronger than she could ever hope to be. But, as wrong as this sounded, she was glad of this. This was a power level that everyone had never felt, and now they would come racing down here to kill it off. But, she had to do something if she wanted to be alive by the time they arrived. "You!" She screamed. Doing all that she could think of the keep him under control at her current power level. She quickly began building up her attack which she had made when she was seven.
Golden energy, which made a crackling noise. began to surround her hands. "Take this!" She yelled just as she was once again thrown into the ground. She released her energy onto her attacker, hoping that it would actually work this time. In past experiences, it had never really worked when she needed it to.
The golden ball of energy didn't have long before it smashed into the body of the metallic creature, but it didn't explode. It more rather stayed on one point in his body and began to spread further up and down, causing him to scream out as it sent electrical shocks throughout his body.
Usagi's tail was soon dropped and she was once again in control of her body. Her body had been bruised, but thanks to her toughening Saiyan skin, she wasn't quite bleeding yet, though it was close. She sat on the ground and glared at her attacker, who was unable to move due to her attack. Finally, it had worked when she needed it most. Soon, someone would be here to help. She wasn't strong enough to beat him alone. But, her brother Gohan and her father were. And the fused Gotenks would easily be able to take him out, but she knew the chances of that guy showing up were very slim. Goten and Trunks had given up fusing when they became adults. They said it was too childish.
Usagi continued to watch in horror. Where had he come from? He surely wasn't Tatsuo, nor was he the kid who was found dead in the alley the other day. She wondered if Tatsuo was even at school. Just as more questions arose in her head, she noticed that her attack was beginning to wear off. 'I didn't get to put enough power into it.' She stood up and prepared to fight, this time, she wouldn't be caught off her guard. This guy was sneaky, and faster than her, but she wouldn't let that get her down.
But the creature didn't seem to respond quite like Usagi had expected. Instead of attacking again, he only smirked at her. "You will never be able to beat me with that kind of power. It is way too low. Why don't you try something else?"
Usagi cocked her head to the side. What was he trying to get at? What else could she try. She looked down at her chest, where he was pointing at. He wanted her to use her broach, but why? What was the big deal about this broach?
"Give it to me."
Usagi frowned as she reached down for her broach and pulled it off her school uniform. "Oh don't worry, I'll give it to you all right." She raised her broach to the air and smiled. If her Super Saiyan power wouldn't work, maybe it was time to bring in Sailor Moon. It couldn't hurt. "Moon Crystal Power... Make-up!"
In a flash of silver, Usagi as a civilian was replaced with the fighter of justice, Sailor Moon. "Normally I wouldn't transform in front of an enemy, but I think I'll take the chance. You're going down."
The creature smiled wide and evilly. "I KNEW IT!"
Sailor Moon frowned. Although she was very curious about what he was blabbing on about, this wasn't the time to engage into dialogue. "You have come to earth thinking that you're going to ... well... do something evil! But you're wrong! You won't get past me! I am the fighter of Love and Justice, Sailor Moon! And in the name of the Moon... I shall punish you!"
'Well, Tsukino Usagi... I hope that was corny enough!'
The creature continued to smile arrogantly at the girl. "That's the power... that's what I felt... I must have it..." He approached Sailor Moon very slowly. "Give it to me... give me the broach... The ultimate power of the universe lies within it... I MUST HAVE IT!"
Sailor Moon backed away as she scowled at the blue annoyance. "What are you talking about? If you think I'm ever going to hand this over you're nuts." With that, she reached for her tiara and pulled it down to her stomach and held it like a frisbee. "Eat this! Moon Tiara Action!" She threw her tiara powered by Moon energy at her foe, only to find it bounce right off him without a single scratch and fly back to her. "What?!"
The creature smiled even wider. "A perfect match! My chemistry, added with the chemistry of that sweet energy will be bright enough to rule the world!"
Sailor Moon backed away in fear. What was going on? Her power wouldn't even penetrate his skin. He had even lowered his power level. It hadn't been up that long, which meant her family probably hadn't felt it for all that long. They probably thought she and her friends were play fighting. But what about her friends in school? Didn't they wonder where she was. She groaned. Of course not, she had a habit of being late. "You'll never get your hands on this."
The creature grinned. "I wouldn't count on that. But I'm a patient guy. I'm willing to go through a lot to achieve the ultimate power of the universe."
Sailor Moon blinked twice when he disappeared before her eyes. There he went using his speed again. But this time, she felt him go by her. And then, he was gone... for good. But he left her with a parting gift. As she looked down to her now stinging arm, she noticed a long scratch going from her elbow, down to her wrist. "What the...?"
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~~Kami's Lookout~~
Piccolo was out meditating on his own when Yajurobi arrived. Yajurobi approached the green monster, as he referred to him as, with great caution. He still wasn't too buddy-buddy with him, mostly because he was scared of him still from the old days. Piccolo hadn't been too happy about the interruption, as he would never be happy with interruptions. But, he was even angrier when Yajurobi wouldn't tell him what was wrong. He just told him that it was urgent news from the top and that he was needed at Kami's Lookout right away.
Piccolo reluctantly stopped his mediations and flew to Dende's. He knew it HAD to be something big if he was being SUMMONED. Dende wasn't usually one to freak out. And so now here he was, at Kami's lookout, before Dende, waiting for an explanation of the urgent problem.
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Dende worriedly looked up at Piccolo as if to beg for mercy. He could remember the first day he had officially become God of the earth. It was the day after Goku's funeral, and Piccolo had just explained about the Black Star Dragon Balls, that they were never to be used by ANYONE, not even God himself. They were to be kept in secrecy, away from the world. Which was why he had chosen to put them in the center of the lookout. He figured no one would ever find them there, he figured wrong. "Piccolo..." He stared in shame as he looked down.
Piccolo frowned at the younger Namek. He hated this. "Just say what you need to say!"
Dende nodded. "I lost... That is... I can't find..."
Piccolo sighed as he slapped himself on the forehead. He hated it when people beat around the bush. "Just say it already!"
Dende jumped. He was more than hesitant. Making Piccolo mad about this wasn't nearly as bad as making him mad about the Dragon Balls. "It's the Dragon Balls..." He mumbled. "They've been stolen."
Piccolo looked down to the ground, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. "They've what?" He asked, trying to keep himself in a calmly manner.
Dende nodded. "They aren't there anymore, the Black Star Dragon Balls."
Piccolo looked up with a full fledged glare. "WHERE ARE THEY?!" He demanded.
Dende stepped back in shock. Although he had seen Piccolo angry before, this was over the top. He could actually FEEL the man's rage. "Piccolo, I'm sorry."
Piccolo looked back down to the ground to try and control his anger. "It's not your fault. You've done all you can to protect those things. I just hope you realize what kind of a problem this creates."
Dende sighed. "Piccolo, please, tell me about these particular Dragon Balls. I want to know more. Why are they so dangerous?"
Piccolo; "I guess you have a right to know. You know they were made by me before I split, before I became Kami in the first place. They were made with an evil heart, which means they were designed to be used by an evil heart only. That means they can only be used by evil, which is why they are so dangerous."
Dende nodded in awe as to beg Piccolo for more. "Go on..."
"We would have destroyed them when we split, but they can only be destroyed by their creator. That's what happens when an evil man creates things, they make it impossible for anyone else to use or destroy. It was a perfect plan, until we split and I became good too. Now all they are is a problem. We can never destroy them because we are no longer in our original form, we've changed too much. And we can't even use them because we aren't evil."
Dende; "I'm betting whoever has them is evil, which means major trouble."
Piccolo nodded. "I don't want anyone else to know about this until we know what we're dealing with. Dende, I want you to watch earth extra close for a while. I want to know ANYTHING strange that happens."
Dende nodded. "I've got it covered."
(Ah, yes, there is a point to this chapter. There is a point to every chapter, no matter if something small happens, or something big. No matter if something happens that seems stupid to put in, remember who's writing this. I love to be completely set up before I dive into the actual point of the book. Well, I hope you liked it. Sorry it was out late. I spent half the day trying to figure out how to unjam my printer only to find out that the back comes apart. ^_^ don't I feel stupid! ^_^ Well, I'll see ya!)
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It had started out to be a normal day for Dende. He awakened early, as was his usual ritual. The morning was great, the sun had already began to show itself to the world and was already beginning to warm the planet. Continuing with his morning ritual, he made his rounds around the lookout, leaving the center to be last, as usual. He didn't much like to travel down there, for there lay seven mysterious Dragon Balls which even he was unfamiliar with. These Dragon Balls were much different than those found around the earth. Not only in appearance, with their black stars instead of red, but also with their power. All he knew about them was that they had been made by Kami before the original split. In essence, they were the original Dragon Balls, holding more power than the red star balls. He wasn't sure why they kept around, but, as directed by Piccolo, he was sure to keep up his promise to keep them absolutely secret from anyone, even those who fought for earth. Piccolo had warned him that these particular Dragon Balls were so powerful that they could do almost anything. They could do more damage than the red star balls. If any enemy were to find out about them, the earth would be doomed.
Upon making the last of his rounds, Dende, as usual, made his way down to the center of the lookout, where the Room of Spirit of Time had once resided before it had been destroyed. But now, it was the home to the Black Star Dragon Balls. As he walked into the room where they had always been, and hopefully would always stay, unused for eternity, what did he see? Absolutely nothing. Not a sign of a Single Dragon Ball anywhere. He could think of only one thing to say in a moment such as this... "Aww shit!"
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Meanwhile...
Usagi stood, all alone, with fifteen minutes to get to class, looking for who might have been speaking with her. It was a voice in which she didn't recognize, probably because she had never heard it before. It was a coarse voice, one that sounded empty, emotionless. Who could it have been? That was one question Usagi was unable to answer. As she searched the quad, she could see no one. "He...hello?" Her voice shook with slight fear, for, not only was she unable to SEE whoever was talking with her, she couldn't feel it either, not that she knew what she should be feeling for anyway.
She set her bag down on the ground next to her legs and circled around it, hoping to pinpoint who was speaking with her. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was just some sick upperclassman playing a trick on her by using a megaphone. Maybe that was why there weren't any upperclassman around, they were all trying to scare her. That had to be it. She sighed with relief as she tried to talk herself out of being scared. She would just have to ignore the calls and be on with her day.
Usagi bent over to pick up her bag. "Man, this Tatsuo thing has really gotten me paranoid."
"Tatsuo..." called the voice.
Usagi jumped away from her bag and looked up, her heart wildly racing inside her chest. "Who said that? How did you hear me?!" She darted a glance in all directions. Maybe this wasn't all in her imagination.
"Idiot!"
Usagi jumped back again. WHO was that? "Where are you? Show yourself!" She lowered herself into a fighting position.
"I am talking to you telepathically!"
Usagi stood back up with fear written in her eyes. "Ok...?" She looked down to her hands, which were now shaking. Why had this person decided to contact her? She wasn't sure, but she knew it had to do with the resemblance between Tatsuo and the boy who had died. It had to have. Nothing weird started happening until Tatsuo arrived.
"Teleport to me!"
Usagi's eyes widened with surprise. "I can't."
"Yes you can! I've seen you! Now do it!"
Usagi bent over to pick up her bag this time with a frown. Tatsuo was the only one who knew she could teleport. But, this voice didn't sound at all like Tatsuo. Tatsuo had a sweet voice, a voice that would never have any hate behind it, whereas this guy did. "Why would I want to? Why don't you come to me?!"
"YOU will teleport to ME... or else I will use the Dragon Balls and wish for something horrible to happen to this planet! You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Usagi grinned. What was this guy trying to pull? There were no Dragon Balls to be wished upon. "You're lying! The Dragon Balls are stone right now! You have nothing against me!"
"Is that a fact? Well, I seem to have seven shiny orange balls sitting right here in my side-pouch. Each of them have cute little stars to go along with them."
Usagi frowned. She didn't remember her father describing the looks of the Dragon Balls to Tatsuo the day before. There was only one anyone could know that, and that would be if he saw them, and the only way he could see them is if they were turned back to normal, and if they were turned back to normal then he probably had all of them already.
Even though she didn't fully believe this guy about the Dragon Balls, there was only one way to find out if he was telling the truth or not. "Where are you?"
"In the park near Capsule Corporation. Come alone." The voice sounded extra pleased now.
"Why?" Usagi growled.
"Just do it!"
Usagi sighed as she placed her bag next to a bench near the building. This could get interesting. What could this guy want? Maybe it was nothing special. Maybe he just wanted to have a nice dinner with her. She couldn't help but giggle at the thought. What were the chances of that ever happening. This guy didn't sound too friendly. Knowing her luck, he would just want to kill her from some stupid reason and then go on to the people she loved most. It was the same with every enemy who had come to earth before. But she wasn't worried. She knew she was strong, she could handle whatever force this was, if it was any at all. And beside, she wouldn't even be fighting all alone. Once her father felt her energy level go up during school hours, as well as the other guys, he would come straight for her to see what was wrong. And then, hopefully he would take over the fight from there.
She quickly pressed her fingers to her forehead and searched out for the park by Capsule Corp, the same park in which she had met Makoto for the very first time. Once it was found, she was gone and away from school.
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~~Kami's Lookout~~
"Popo! Popo! They're gone! The Dragon Balls! They're gone!" Not knowing what to do, Dende found himself running aimlessly around his palace. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to find Mr. Popo so he could get the word to Master Kalin and Yajurobi so they could get the word to Piccolo. But, finding Mr. Popo in such massive palace wouldn't be too easy, but he did have an idea as to where he would be. Usually, he could find Mr. Popo tending to the gardens in the afternoons, but the mornings he wasn't sure of. In anyway, he decided to try the gardens anyway. It was worth a shot. Anything to get the word to Piccolo.
He ran up multiple hallways, taking mostly those that peered out into the quad in hopes to see Mr. Popo out with this garden. "Popo! Where are you?" He soon found himself running for the doorway that led outside. He wasn't the least bit surprised to find Mr. Popo standing before it with his gardening tools. "Mr. Popo!" He cried out in a rage of fear.
Mr. Popo swiftly turned around with a fear of his own. Dende was always calm and composed, this sudden outburst could only mean trouble. "What?!" He yelled down the hall as he dropped his tools to clank against the hard marble flooring.
"The Dragon Balls! They're missing!"
Mr. Popo gasped. He was the only other soul besides Piccolo who was not god who knew about he Black Star Dragon Balls and the power they held. He knew if they fell into the wrong hands they could mean the complete destruction of the world, maybe even the universe. "Horrible! When did it happen?!"
Dende came to a sliding halt before Popo and shook his head. "I don't know. I went to check on them like I do everyday but they weren't there this time. I don't know who could have done it. I haven't felt any disturbances lately."
Popo frowned. There was only one person who would truly know what they were facing, and that would be the Dragon Balls' original creator, who didn't technically exist anymore. "I'll tell Yajurobi to summon Piccolo."
Dende nodded. "I don't want anyone else to know about this yet, so tell Yajurobi to make sure Piccolo doesn't bring anyone else with him."
"I don't think Piccolo will have too much of an objection with that. He doesn't want anyone to know either."
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~~Park~~
Usagi appeared on a concrete clearing in the park. This was something she definitely recognized. This was where she fought Makoto for the very first time. She proceeded forward. She would have to keep herself alert for anything strange, for, if she didn't, the enemy could get the upper hand. All that she wondered now was why she wasn't able to feel it.
"You came." Exclaimed the voice from behind.
Surprised, Usagi gasped and jumped around. Her eyes widened and her mouth nearly dropped at what she saw. Before her stood a small, metallic creature, the same creature who stole the Dragon Balls the night before. But Usagi didn't know that. All she knew was that this thing called her out to this park and she was ready to fight it if needed. But, before she tried anything, she would have to find out if it actually had the Dragon Balls or not. "So?" She rudely questioned.
The creature bobbed around her in a full circle as if to check her out. It paid special attention to her tail, which hang carelessly behind her legs. "So what?"
Usagi placed her hands on her hips and frowned. "Do you have them or not?"
The creature nodded. "I do!" He reached one of his hands to his side. For almost a second, it disappeared, but almost immediately reappeared with an orange Dragon Ball in it. It held the Ball up for Usagi to see. "I have it!"
Usagi groaned. 'So he DOES have it. This could be bad. That means I have to defeat him, or do whatever he wants until I can get home and tell daddy. Whatever I do, I better be fast in my decision otherwise it might be too late.' She thought about her position for a few seconds. On the one hand, this thing didn't seem too strong. It probably wasn't, which was why it had the Dragon Balls to blackmail her, or it wanted her to THINK it wasn't strong. 'I don't know how long it would take for daddy to realize something was going on. Probably about five minutes. He'll probably just think me and the girls are play fighting again. Maybe if I went Super Saiyan right away. He knows I never go Super Saiyan unless I'm fighting with him. Never the girls.'
The creature walked up to Usagi and looked her straight in the eye. The two were just about the same height, except this thing was a little taller than Usagi. "What are you thinking about?"
Usagi shook her head rather quickly to snap out of her thoughts. "N...nothing. Sorry." She studied the Dragon Ball in the blue guy's hand. "Can I see it?" She wanted to make sure it was genuine before she made up her mind.
The creature smirked deviously as he pulled it away from her and held it tightly. "No." He smirked wider. "But I'll make you a trade."
Usagi quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. This had to be good. What could he possibly want in place of the Dragon Balls? Whatever he wanted he could just WISH for. But, anything to get the Dragon Balls back. She wouldn't be dumb enough to try to tell him otherwise. "I'm listening."
"Good." The creature pointed at Usagi's chest. "I want that broach that you're wearing on your chest."
Usagi gasped as she looked down at her broach, and then back up at the blue guy. "What?! You've gotta be nuts! You can't have this! It's mine!"
The creature put the Dragon Ball back where he got it from. "Then you can't have MY Dragon Balls."
Usagi frowned. "They aren't yours! You stole them! Give them back!"
The Creature grinned. "I can't do that. I already have a use for these babies. I was hopping you'd be a good little girl and give me what I wanted in exchange for something you wanted, but it looks like I'll have to take it the hard way."
Seeing where this was going, Usagi crouched into a fighting stance. "Hard for you. I don't go down so easily. And once my dad feels my energy fly up he'll come racing down here to kick your butt!"
"I don't know about that..." Without even finishing his thought, the blue creature disappeared and reappeared behind Usagi. And, before she could even move to defend, he reached out and grabbed her by her tail.
Usagi only grinned. "I fixed that problem a while back."
The creature returned the grin with a sly one of his own. "I didn't even know anything happened when your tail was grabbed. I was planning on something else!" Usagi looked quite confused. But this was all clarified when she found herself being thrown into the concrete over and over by her own tail. "Bleed you stupid brat!"
Usagi cried out in pain, unable to think of anything but attacking back. She couldn't even raise her power level in her current condition. This guy was much faster than she could detect, though she could now feel its power level skyrocketing, and it was much stronger than she could ever hope to be. But, as wrong as this sounded, she was glad of this. This was a power level that everyone had never felt, and now they would come racing down here to kill it off. But, she had to do something if she wanted to be alive by the time they arrived. "You!" She screamed. Doing all that she could think of the keep him under control at her current power level. She quickly began building up her attack which she had made when she was seven.
Golden energy, which made a crackling noise. began to surround her hands. "Take this!" She yelled just as she was once again thrown into the ground. She released her energy onto her attacker, hoping that it would actually work this time. In past experiences, it had never really worked when she needed it to.
The golden ball of energy didn't have long before it smashed into the body of the metallic creature, but it didn't explode. It more rather stayed on one point in his body and began to spread further up and down, causing him to scream out as it sent electrical shocks throughout his body.
Usagi's tail was soon dropped and she was once again in control of her body. Her body had been bruised, but thanks to her toughening Saiyan skin, she wasn't quite bleeding yet, though it was close. She sat on the ground and glared at her attacker, who was unable to move due to her attack. Finally, it had worked when she needed it most. Soon, someone would be here to help. She wasn't strong enough to beat him alone. But, her brother Gohan and her father were. And the fused Gotenks would easily be able to take him out, but she knew the chances of that guy showing up were very slim. Goten and Trunks had given up fusing when they became adults. They said it was too childish.
Usagi continued to watch in horror. Where had he come from? He surely wasn't Tatsuo, nor was he the kid who was found dead in the alley the other day. She wondered if Tatsuo was even at school. Just as more questions arose in her head, she noticed that her attack was beginning to wear off. 'I didn't get to put enough power into it.' She stood up and prepared to fight, this time, she wouldn't be caught off her guard. This guy was sneaky, and faster than her, but she wouldn't let that get her down.
But the creature didn't seem to respond quite like Usagi had expected. Instead of attacking again, he only smirked at her. "You will never be able to beat me with that kind of power. It is way too low. Why don't you try something else?"
Usagi cocked her head to the side. What was he trying to get at? What else could she try. She looked down at her chest, where he was pointing at. He wanted her to use her broach, but why? What was the big deal about this broach?
"Give it to me."
Usagi frowned as she reached down for her broach and pulled it off her school uniform. "Oh don't worry, I'll give it to you all right." She raised her broach to the air and smiled. If her Super Saiyan power wouldn't work, maybe it was time to bring in Sailor Moon. It couldn't hurt. "Moon Crystal Power... Make-up!"
In a flash of silver, Usagi as a civilian was replaced with the fighter of justice, Sailor Moon. "Normally I wouldn't transform in front of an enemy, but I think I'll take the chance. You're going down."
The creature smiled wide and evilly. "I KNEW IT!"
Sailor Moon frowned. Although she was very curious about what he was blabbing on about, this wasn't the time to engage into dialogue. "You have come to earth thinking that you're going to ... well... do something evil! But you're wrong! You won't get past me! I am the fighter of Love and Justice, Sailor Moon! And in the name of the Moon... I shall punish you!"
'Well, Tsukino Usagi... I hope that was corny enough!'
The creature continued to smile arrogantly at the girl. "That's the power... that's what I felt... I must have it..." He approached Sailor Moon very slowly. "Give it to me... give me the broach... The ultimate power of the universe lies within it... I MUST HAVE IT!"
Sailor Moon backed away as she scowled at the blue annoyance. "What are you talking about? If you think I'm ever going to hand this over you're nuts." With that, she reached for her tiara and pulled it down to her stomach and held it like a frisbee. "Eat this! Moon Tiara Action!" She threw her tiara powered by Moon energy at her foe, only to find it bounce right off him without a single scratch and fly back to her. "What?!"
The creature smiled even wider. "A perfect match! My chemistry, added with the chemistry of that sweet energy will be bright enough to rule the world!"
Sailor Moon backed away in fear. What was going on? Her power wouldn't even penetrate his skin. He had even lowered his power level. It hadn't been up that long, which meant her family probably hadn't felt it for all that long. They probably thought she and her friends were play fighting. But what about her friends in school? Didn't they wonder where she was. She groaned. Of course not, she had a habit of being late. "You'll never get your hands on this."
The creature grinned. "I wouldn't count on that. But I'm a patient guy. I'm willing to go through a lot to achieve the ultimate power of the universe."
Sailor Moon blinked twice when he disappeared before her eyes. There he went using his speed again. But this time, she felt him go by her. And then, he was gone... for good. But he left her with a parting gift. As she looked down to her now stinging arm, she noticed a long scratch going from her elbow, down to her wrist. "What the...?"
~*~*~
~~Kami's Lookout~~
Piccolo was out meditating on his own when Yajurobi arrived. Yajurobi approached the green monster, as he referred to him as, with great caution. He still wasn't too buddy-buddy with him, mostly because he was scared of him still from the old days. Piccolo hadn't been too happy about the interruption, as he would never be happy with interruptions. But, he was even angrier when Yajurobi wouldn't tell him what was wrong. He just told him that it was urgent news from the top and that he was needed at Kami's Lookout right away.
Piccolo reluctantly stopped his mediations and flew to Dende's. He knew it HAD to be something big if he was being SUMMONED. Dende wasn't usually one to freak out. And so now here he was, at Kami's lookout, before Dende, waiting for an explanation of the urgent problem.
~*~*~
Dende worriedly looked up at Piccolo as if to beg for mercy. He could remember the first day he had officially become God of the earth. It was the day after Goku's funeral, and Piccolo had just explained about the Black Star Dragon Balls, that they were never to be used by ANYONE, not even God himself. They were to be kept in secrecy, away from the world. Which was why he had chosen to put them in the center of the lookout. He figured no one would ever find them there, he figured wrong. "Piccolo..." He stared in shame as he looked down.
Piccolo frowned at the younger Namek. He hated this. "Just say what you need to say!"
Dende nodded. "I lost... That is... I can't find..."
Piccolo sighed as he slapped himself on the forehead. He hated it when people beat around the bush. "Just say it already!"
Dende jumped. He was more than hesitant. Making Piccolo mad about this wasn't nearly as bad as making him mad about the Dragon Balls. "It's the Dragon Balls..." He mumbled. "They've been stolen."
Piccolo looked down to the ground, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. "They've what?" He asked, trying to keep himself in a calmly manner.
Dende nodded. "They aren't there anymore, the Black Star Dragon Balls."
Piccolo looked up with a full fledged glare. "WHERE ARE THEY?!" He demanded.
Dende stepped back in shock. Although he had seen Piccolo angry before, this was over the top. He could actually FEEL the man's rage. "Piccolo, I'm sorry."
Piccolo looked back down to the ground to try and control his anger. "It's not your fault. You've done all you can to protect those things. I just hope you realize what kind of a problem this creates."
Dende sighed. "Piccolo, please, tell me about these particular Dragon Balls. I want to know more. Why are they so dangerous?"
Piccolo; "I guess you have a right to know. You know they were made by me before I split, before I became Kami in the first place. They were made with an evil heart, which means they were designed to be used by an evil heart only. That means they can only be used by evil, which is why they are so dangerous."
Dende nodded in awe as to beg Piccolo for more. "Go on..."
"We would have destroyed them when we split, but they can only be destroyed by their creator. That's what happens when an evil man creates things, they make it impossible for anyone else to use or destroy. It was a perfect plan, until we split and I became good too. Now all they are is a problem. We can never destroy them because we are no longer in our original form, we've changed too much. And we can't even use them because we aren't evil."
Dende; "I'm betting whoever has them is evil, which means major trouble."
Piccolo nodded. "I don't want anyone else to know about this until we know what we're dealing with. Dende, I want you to watch earth extra close for a while. I want to know ANYTHING strange that happens."
Dende nodded. "I've got it covered."
(Ah, yes, there is a point to this chapter. There is a point to every chapter, no matter if something small happens, or something big. No matter if something happens that seems stupid to put in, remember who's writing this. I love to be completely set up before I dive into the actual point of the book. Well, I hope you liked it. Sorry it was out late. I spent half the day trying to figure out how to unjam my printer only to find out that the back comes apart. ^_^ don't I feel stupid! ^_^ Well, I'll see ya!)