Tempest of the Tirani

The motions came and went like a blur. Thousands of moments, scattered throughout the millenniums, branches of time, and alternate dimensions. With each chance becoming another multiplier of a situation, separating with each decision made until the numbers became too great for any ordinary person. But then again, he was the Sentry.

The watchguard of time sat in silence, letting the images wash over him in his home, the room where all of time, space, and existence came together as one, yet a room where none of them had any effect. He was set apart, a caretaker of the entire universe, fixing, mending, and sometimes even destroying whole timelines in order to keep everything running... But this latest threat was something not even he had a handle on...

At the forefront of the group of visions was a ship, crackling with energy as it ripped through the stars, tearing parts of the fabric of existence itself. The Sentry frowned, as suddenly there was another glimpse of inside the ship. So that's where they get their power...

Up until now, they had never had their energy sources down long enough for him to pinpoint their next location... Suddenly, the room of time began to quake, the Sentry standing in the center. This had begun to be all too frequent lately, threatening to make all of existence itself collapse from the sheer stress of it.

Too his right, a small energy portal opened up, sending shards of electricity roaring throughout the room, around the cloaked figure. He watched in sadness as the bolts raced to different visions, searching for the power that they seeked.

And then they found it. There was an explosion of power, as the vessel ripped through dimensions, causing ripples of energy to surge through the Sentry's home. He gritted his teeth, powerless at this moment to do anything. They had their anchor, and now they were all set...

He clenched his fists, preparing to make a visit to the warriors of Earth... and make a plea that they help him save all of creation.

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If one looked close enough, the thin beam of Karin's Tower would hazily show through the clouds; holding god's lookout over the world. This lookout supported a beautiful palace and garden. Butterflies that must have been brought here danced around the scenery.

Only meters from the lookout, two individuals hovered in place. With their arms and legs crossed, the green-skinned Nameks almost seemed to sit on currents of air. Eyes closed, they shared a remarkable resemblence, though, one seemed younger than the other.

Dende stood at the edge of the lookout as the third Namek, and God of the earth. With staff in hand, his head bowed with a subtle effect as his eyes shut. His antennae swayed in the wind while he kept his senses open to the world. As god of the earth, he held a responsibility to watch over all.

Mr. Popo, Dende's assistant, kneeled in the distance as he watered the garden. He was a plump fellow, and his turban made him look even more extraordinary. Coupled with skin as dark as the night, and it's easy to say that he isn't human either.

Floating in silence, Piccolo opened his eyes just a tad. He looked on at his son, and found him to be in deep meditation. Piccolo cracked a smile, Snare was doing rather well. Typically, he had a hard time with this.

Then something strange happened. As if on que, the butterflies scattered and hid in the bushes. They landed in the soil and crept into the shadows. Dende dropped his cane. A wooden clatter echoed as it rolled away and the Namek's eyes opened. He dropped his jaw and began to breath heavily. Piccolo sensed a disturbance and looked at Dende. At one time, Piccolo may have been able to sense whatever Dende was feeling, but he no longer held such godly senses. Snare had awakened as well, he looked on as the earth god began to sweat.

The two Nameks returned to the lookout and stood before Dende. Dropping his bucket, Popo ran to the scene, "Dende, what's wrong?"

The god looked at them, "There's something wrong with...I don't know what, exactly."

"What are you feeling?" said Piccolo, "try to concentrate."

"It's as if the fabric of existence is in pain," he said, "I've never felt this before!"

Piccolo shifted his eyes and tried to extend his senses to no avail. Snare did the same, but he only seemed confused.

"Where is it?" said Snare, "I don't feel a thing."

"It can't be localized in the way you're thinking," said Dende, "it's like it's everywhere."

"What was that?" Piccolo finally felt something. They all felt it that time, "a concentration of ki, but it's off in space somewhere."

"Getting closer," said Snare, "doesn't feel very strong." "I don't feel a great deal of strength either," said Piccolo, "but that's a trick I've seen too many times," he walked to the edge of the lookout, "Dende, just concentrate on what you were feeling before, Snare and I will follow this ki."

"I will," Dende closed his eyes again with a bowed head.

The pair darted into the skies and streaked across the heavens. Piccolo couldn't help but want to piece this grouping of ki with the distrubance Dende felt. It was all so strange. This power felt unsteady; as if it could change completely at any given moment. While his son flew with a confident smile, Piccolo felt rather uneasy about the situation.


Authors Notes: Hey, this is the first chapter of the first fic I've ever written. Anyway, be nice and give me some reviews if you have the time.

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