DISCLAIMER: (2000 years into the future, in a church-like building. A sombre figure is reading some text from a thick book upon a lectern, to members of a congregation. The male members wear a familiar hairdo in identical hair-pieces, while the females wear silky aqua veils.)
"…and Vegeta said unto Bulma: 'Woman!'" (Males of congregation yell 'Woman!') "'Fixeth thy Chamber of Gravity! Do as I command thee, for I am the Prince of All Saiyans!' And the Bulma said unto Vegeta 'I shall not. I have repaired Thy Room, five and twenty times this week! So doth bring it upon thou to do it thyself, you JERK!!'" (The females of the congregation repeat 'You Jerk!')" The Almighty and Just Vegeta gazes upon the weak frail creature who defies his will, and ponders to himself that she too, is headstrong and worthy of a mate of his stature. Then, he utters those words which still, to this day, makes Our Bulma's heart tremble – 'Bulma, I lo—'"
("TREMBLE THIS!!" A voice is heard from outside the walls of the church/temple/shrine, and a wrecking ball smashes through the wall, with S.E standing atop it, holding on to the chain. As well as removing part of the wall, it also knocks the reader clean off their perch behind the lectern, splattering the ball with blood and gore. As the ball swings to a stop, white painted letters can be seen on its surface. They Read: I DO NOT OWN DB/Z/GT NOT NOW AND NOT IN 2000 YEARS!!)
Authory bit: Eek!..
imagine if the world WAS like that in 2000 yrs and there was a B/V cult-type
thing (like there isn't already). Anyway… I think its time for my lobotomy now…
Italics
are my thoughts – internal and external.
~ Squiggles are my characters thought-speech ~
"Normal Talking Dialogue."
And non-fancified text is my characters thoughts (non-conversational ones..
which can still be picked up by me if I'm listening in – annoying eh?) and actions, etc.
Voices (In One's Head) by
`InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant
The area surrounding me becomes alive with *Ching!* *Ching!* noises, like blades being drawn from their scabbards. And sure enough, spikes spring-load out of the spheres. 4 to each one, gleaming with a deathly sheen, thirsty for blood. The blasted balls must've communicated to the main system! There was no other way!! Why the little.....
They're not the only ones who play dirty.. I prepare my final wave of ki with everything I've got.. only to find out they move back, retreating slowly. I watch their movements, not convinced they aren't going to attack. They undulate slowly, in a disjointed bubble around me, sticking to the shape, maintaining a pattern. They advance, only to retreat again, gradually picking up speed as they continue their dance. A low whine emanates from them as they increase the tempo, again advancing, closer this time, again retreating, all the while speeding up, the whine gathering pitch. They swirl about randomly, but there is no randomness in machinery; rapidly switching directions.
In they come again, even closer than before, my hair is blown about by the force of the 1000 or so spikes fanning and blurring. This was supposed to be the super-speed exercise, but their formation is all wrong. They weren't programmed to do move about like this at all, I specified something like a gauntlet, where I would fly head on towards them and they were to dart out at me swiftly almost to pass straight through me I'd be going so fast.. but this??!? They were spinning out of control, but they were in control alright.. The whine was a high-pitched death-shriek now, rattling at the windows. I had to keep an eye on the pattern, how they advanced and retreated, expanding and shrinking their circular shape, toying with me. I'll show them. I have a small glimpse of the future, very grisly unless I am to do something about it.
Keeping up with the liquid-speed, I focus on the size of the gaps instead of the spheres themselves. I knew I would have my chance once they finished the next round of attacks, for it was half-way through the cycle already, closing in, withdrawing, coming nearer, pulling back.. 2 more to go.. I hold my ground as the air whips around me as they advance, a metre from my body, churning mesmerically as they draw back, preparing for their final close "attack", knowing I can't do much at this stage but stand there and not move.
They approach again, I find my breath sucked out of my lungs it's so intense. Just 3 inches from my body they zoom in, I see my reflection in the mirror-coated bubble through wind-dried unblinking eyes. They swarm around for longer than I feel comfortable with, glad to see them finally draw back, only not where I had predicted them to, only half the distance. The gap is not sufficiently wide enough for me to pass through. Their shriek progresses to an intermittent wailing, changing in pitch. Laughter? A/N: on par to that of that IRRITATING dubbed #19, but higher
~ Am I right, are they laughing? ~
Oh so NOW you ask my opinion..
~ Shut up, you're the only non-machine I could think of! Are you going to answer me or not, I have no time to argue ~
Yes, I believe it is the closest that non-sentient creations can get to laughter.. your not going to stand that treatment are you?
~ Hell no!! I'm gonna annihilate these marbles!!! ~
I keep a very close eye on where the gaps are at, not being distracted by the mocking laughter, ready to make my move. Seeing an inviting one larger at times than the others, I dematerialise, and re-appear on the outside of the giant blender, seconds before the inevitable manoeuvre I had predicted earlier came to occur. With a rush of clangs they completely close in, meshing themselves in a tangle of spikes and sparks. I would have been shish-kebabbed and worse. Time to finish this once and for all.
Ignoring a slight stinging in my leg, I face the balls extend my arm and dispatch of them with a blast of ki before their fuzzy logic informs them of my escape. I grin triumphantly as they explode in a mass of bolts, springs, spikes and shards of shiny metal flying in all directions.
I hold my pose as the clouds of burnt circuitry die down, then lower my arm once certain I had destroyed their entirety. A few seconds later I am dealt a new fate in numerous incidents.
## GRAVITY LEVEL INCREASING TO 1600 TIMES NORMAL PLANETARY RANGE IN 5... 4......## The hollow machine intones. Ha.. I can cope with this now my body is used to 1400, and I've rid myself of the possessed training-devices so I can concentrate on adjusting myself to the new gravity, and resume training without those demon-spheres.
## 3 ##
Hello...
~ Hush!! I'm readying myself for the transition, can't you tell?? ~
I'm aware of that, but-
~ Shut up!!!! ~
It's a pity I killed all of those lackeys who constructed my chamber.. they'd have me to answer to right away if this is their idea of amusement to get back at me for enslaving them... and to think, I was lenient by giving them the unleashed roam of the whole planet.
## 2 ##
O great one I apologise for the intrusion... *hurried thought-speech* and I swear it's important but since you didn't acknowledge me before when you could've done something about it I can only sum it up in one word! Her mental tone is heavy with sarcasm, and a tinge of urgency sharpens it further.
Ingrates! I should have shown them true pain, but instead against my better judgement gave them a merciful death as a reward for completing their task in the time I had assigned them.... oh well..
~ Quickly!!! What is it..?? ~
## 1 ## The pressurised hiss indicates the gravity is about to change
BEHIND!!!!
## GRAVITY SUSTAINED AT 1600 ##
Three things occurred in a short amount of time in rapid succession.
Concentrating on increasing my ki to stop myself from been pancaked into the ground, I cannot yet fully turn half-circle, instead I strain my heavy neck muscles around and furtively glance behind me... No way!! I thought I had got them all!! My eyes don't even have time to widen in surprise for a blinding flash of light whites out my vision. A bolt of energy hits home at the base of my neck above the centre where my shoulderblades meet, creating instant black, the impact on my spine renders me unconscious and my body bonelessly dashes against the tiles which crack under and around me.. and again I succumb to the visions of the past.. although more fitful this time, and I have some added company.
END OF PART 2 (see I told yous it was short)