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sue me; I'm not a rich man, ect., ect., ect. (With a blah, blah, blah,
yakity shmakity followed by nice cool glass of O.J.!) Tazmania reference.
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"Lexiena, you disappoint me." The deep and powerful voice echoed though the endless reaches of the Nega-verse. His large glowing red eyes focused on the groveling form of Lexiena below."
"Yes King Mogroth." Her kneeled form made no move and she kept her eyes staring relentlessly at her feet. "I acted on my own without orders." She spoke emotionless.
"Why do you disappoint me?" He kept his voice from rising. He enjoyed keeping people in the dark. She no doubt knew what would be coming soon. Her impending death. What she didn't know was how. And just how terrible a death it would be. But he was surprised by what she did next.
She got up from her knee and stood proudly before his Majesty, looking him strait in the eyes. Something no one had dared to do before. "I wanted to do the job. I wanted the power. I wanted to show what the Nega- verse was really capable of." She spoke clearly. She looked into the red glowing eyes that towered over her. Unable to read them, she waited for her death as a true warrior.
If King Mogroth had had a mouth anymore, he would have been smiling broadly with a most evil and pleased grin. This woman reminded him of himself, very long ago. How long ago had it been when he too was as insignificant as she? Too long. But that still might change. He looked down at her in amusement. She would be useful in the long run.
Lexiena stood, waiting for the blow that would end her life. When she saw that it wasn't coming, (needless to say) she was outright shocked. Though she would never show it. Hundreds of people before her that had failed the King never lived for more than a minute in his fury. Looking deeper into his eyes, she saw something she'd never seen before. Laughter. And a very sinister one it was.
He let out a small laugh. "I will give you power. And with it, you will show what the Nega-verse is truly capable of." His eyes squinted as he focused down at her. "You, will be my most powerful creation."
She was about to ask just what he meant by that. But not soon enough as red lighting and flame enveloped her. She fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Was it pain? No. It was something else. She didn't know what it was, but she liked it. And she wanted more. The flames disappeared and she stood. She felt a power. A power that could rival Bourkan's. Yes, she would show them what the Nega-verse was truly capable of. She would have her revenge on that stupid Sayiaman for making a fool of her. She would have her revenge on Bourkan for what he did to her. She would show them all.
King Mogroth dismissed the girl. He laughed to himself. She looked as if she were holding the world in her palm. When it was really he who did. He had given her only a fraction of his power. But she would do it. She would collect the energy he needed from this Sayian. And when she did, he would reclaim his lost body. Only then, would he be invincible.
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Bourkan walked down the darkening streets looking at the newspaper in his hand. Humanity sucked. He would need a place to stay. Now that he had enough of that 'currency' stuff. How long had he worked at that place? A freakin' week? And still no Sayiaman? The guy had to eat! Or did he? He may have been presumptuous when he decided that The Great Sayiaman was human?
"Damn you Sayiaman!" He crumpled the newspaper in his hand and then continued to take his anger at the paper by tearing it into as many small pieces as he could. Throwing them down on the ground, he walked over to the wall of a near by building and slammed his fist against it, causing it to crumble under his strength. No one was on the other side thankfully.
Getting himself known by the locals would not be a smart thing to do. Or would it? He would certainly find the Great Sayiaman faster that way. That was an option. He looked down at the shredded paper and growled at himself. Damn, he needed those addresses to find some place to stay. Walking back over to them, he picked up a large piece that had remained. It was worth a shot.
He read the ad. "Son Gohan, looking for male roommate." He wondered at the thought of a male roommate. Mind you that was never a problem in the Nega- verse, but he was strait. He continued. "Friendly, night sleeper." He grumbled. He never used to be a sleeper at all! "Address. reasonable distance. Rent.acceptable." Why did he have the sudden feeling that this was going to be like "work" all over again?
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"What? You're getting blackmailed again? How? You already revealed your identity at the Strongest under the Heavens Martial Arts Tournament!" Bulma could be heard yelling over the phone at Gohan.
He leaned back in the chair as Bulma talked and talked at the phone. "Yeah, I know. But fortunately for me, no one at the Martial Arts Tournament recognized me. And my friends agreed to keep my secret."
"So what's the price this time for keeping your secret?" Bulma inquired.
Gohan ran a hand over his face. "I had to agree to let him follow me around and help me fight crime!" Gohan was about to continue when he was interrupted by a knocking at the door. "I'll have to talk to you later, Bulma. I have someone at the door." He hung up the phone and went to see who was there.
He opened the door, not seeing anyone; he was about to close the door again before he looked down. Melvin was standing there in his homemade Sayiaman costume and smiled at Gohan. He walked in and began looking around the apartment curiously. "So where's the secret entrance? The special Gadgets? The Sayiaman Mobile?" He began pulling books off the shelves for the mechanism.
Gohan looked confusedly at Melvin but only started to laugh. "It's not like that Melvin. It's only an apartment." He began to put his books back on his shelf.
"Huh? Then what about the watch?" Melvin inquired.
"This was given to me by a friend at the capsule corporation." He took off the watch to let his friend examine it. There were initials on the back of the watch that said C.C.
"That must be some friend. Capsules are really expensive and are owned by only the really rich. You wont see many around here. No one can afford them." He looked at the watch before handing back to Gohan. "So how about it?"
"Huh?" Gohan looked at Melvin again. Not knowing what he was talking about. Melvin looked surprised at Gohan that he could not know what he was talking about.
"Patrol the city of course!" Melvin gave his best deep voiced Sayaiman impression. "Its how all the big super hero's do it!"
"Really? How do you know all this?" Gohan looked at him questioningly. This was getting very confusing for him. Did Melvin actually know more about being a super hero that he did?
"I was a super hero before once too ya-know!" Melvin laughed at him. Gohan was really surprised. Melvin was a super hero before? Who knew? He obliged to Melvin wishes. He didn't want every to know his true identity. Still, he laughed inwardly at the prospect of having a sidekick.
He pushed the button on his watch and donned his Sayiaman outfit. Running over to the window, he was about to jump out and fly around for one of Melvin's patrols when he felt someone tugging at his cape. He turned around and realized that Melvin probably couldn't fly. "Sorry about that Melvin. I forgot. You can't fly can you?" Gohan rubbed the back of his neck nervously and laughed. That would heave been bad. Then he thought of something. He walked back to the window and shouted into the sky. "Kinto- un!"
Melvin watched in amazement as a small yellow cloud raced down out of the sky though the clouds and parked itself outside the window.
"You can ride it." Sayiaman said. It should work. He thought. Melvin appeared to have a pure heart and nothing but good intentions for his friends. He bent down to talk to the cloud. "Kinto-un, this is a friend of mine. So please be nice to him."
Melvin looked unsurely at the fluffy little cloud outside the window, but he placed a foot on it out the window and almost screamed when he fell on it. It supported him. He gave a proud laugh. He was flying! Yeah!
Gohan leapt out of the window after him and hovered near him. "Just speak to it with your mind and tell it where you want to go. Kinto-un will oblige." He flew off in the direction of the city.
Melvin sat there for a moment trying to decide what to do. He looked at the cloud with uncertainty. "Umm.follow him please?" The cloud shot off, nearly throwing Melvin off the cloud. He clutched it at looked around. Surprised at the speed he was flying. Yeah! Now he could really save people! No more throwing spicy sausages for him! Now he was a real super hero. The Great SayiaMelvin!
Too bad he forgot that he didn't posses and super powers.
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Bourkan didn't bother knocking at the door of the apartment. He wasn't aware of many human customs. Knocking was one of these. He turned the door handle, accidentally breaking it off with his strength. He shrugged and dropped it on the floor before pushing the door open. No one was home at the moment. The lights were dark. Flipping the switch, he looked at his surroundings. It appeared that only one person lived here. Which meant that he would be the roommate now. First come, first serve was his way of thinking.
Throwing what little belongings he had into a corner of the room, he poked about the place. Looking for anything interesting. He pulled a few books off the shelves and skipped though them. Everything about this world insulted his intelligence. He sat down on the couch and felt that he had sat on something. Reaching under him, he pulled a small, flat box out from under his rear. He pushed a few of the buttons on it. The T.V. flashed on and watched some degrading show with a purple dinosaur playing with children. He changed his mind. This place didn't insult his intelligence. But THAT surely did. He push buttons furiously until the T.V. clicked off.
He leapt as the phone next to him began to ring. He was about to smash it with his fist when the machine caught it.
"Gohan, Its your mother. PICK UP THE PHONE!" He listened to the woman scream into the phone. That voice was perhaps even more frightening than King Mogroths. If that was possible. "I see your not home right now. WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE! YOUR SHOULD BE STUDYING AND GOING TO BED! I'LL HAVE WORDS FOR YOU WHEN YOU GET BACK!" she screamed. Bourkan covered his ears at the ferocious voice. That voice was enough to send someone running into the other room in fear and hiding in the corner in a fetal position.
"I'm sorry for scaring you." The voice took on a more pleasant tone. He uncovered his ears and looked at the phone. "Gohan, I will want to meet your new roommate when you get back. And you, who ever you are, YOU BETTER NOT BE A BAD INFLUENCE TO MY GOHAN OR I'LL HAVE WORDS WITH YOU TOO!" The phone hung up.
Bourkan was sitting on the couch, staring with a pale face at the phone. If he didn't know better, he might have said the phone was smoking. He sat looking at it, wondering just how the hell she did that!
He yawned and realized he needed to do that 'sleep' thing again. Getting up awkwardly and eyeing the phone suspiciously, in case it decided to start yelling at him again, he walked around the apartment and peered into rooms for a place that he could sleep.
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Gohan woke up the next morning feeling very tired. He usually didn't stay up that late. Getting slowly out of bed, he slowly pulled on his cloths. He yawned and moved sluggishly out of the room to the kitchen. When he got back late last night, he had come back though the window. He hadn't paid any attention to the items about his room that had been moved. Or the missing door handle.
He just about reached the fridge when the phone began to ring. It didn't take a genius to figure out whom it was. He cringed and waited for the machine to pick it up.
His mother yelled into the phone once again. "GOHAN! Do you have any idea what time it is? Hurry up and get to school! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOME STUDYING! Call me later so you can introduce me to your new roommate." She hung up the phone.
Gohan looked at his watch and realized what the time was. Using his sayian speed, he finished dressing, ate his food, and ran to the door to get to school. When something his mother said to him clicked in his mind. Roommate? He didn't have a roommate yet. What was she talking about?
He felt it. He felt a ki in the spare bedroom. He also noticed that it felt rather strong, who ever it was. Didn't feel evil though. He opened the door to the room slowly and quietly. Peeking around the door, he looked in to see a guy about his age with messed up greasy black hair. Sleeping in a very odd position. It reminded him of the positions he would find his father sleeping it. The covers only half covering him, sprawled out over the bed. He snored loudly.
Gohan closed the door softly. He couldn't remember interviewing anyone last night. But then, after the patrol he and Melvin did, he couldn't remember much of anything last night when he got back. He felt nothing evil from the guy. He grabbed his backpack and went out the door to school. He would figure it out when he got back.
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"Lexiena, you disappoint me." The deep and powerful voice echoed though the endless reaches of the Nega-verse. His large glowing red eyes focused on the groveling form of Lexiena below."
"Yes King Mogroth." Her kneeled form made no move and she kept her eyes staring relentlessly at her feet. "I acted on my own without orders." She spoke emotionless.
"Why do you disappoint me?" He kept his voice from rising. He enjoyed keeping people in the dark. She no doubt knew what would be coming soon. Her impending death. What she didn't know was how. And just how terrible a death it would be. But he was surprised by what she did next.
She got up from her knee and stood proudly before his Majesty, looking him strait in the eyes. Something no one had dared to do before. "I wanted to do the job. I wanted the power. I wanted to show what the Nega- verse was really capable of." She spoke clearly. She looked into the red glowing eyes that towered over her. Unable to read them, she waited for her death as a true warrior.
If King Mogroth had had a mouth anymore, he would have been smiling broadly with a most evil and pleased grin. This woman reminded him of himself, very long ago. How long ago had it been when he too was as insignificant as she? Too long. But that still might change. He looked down at her in amusement. She would be useful in the long run.
Lexiena stood, waiting for the blow that would end her life. When she saw that it wasn't coming, (needless to say) she was outright shocked. Though she would never show it. Hundreds of people before her that had failed the King never lived for more than a minute in his fury. Looking deeper into his eyes, she saw something she'd never seen before. Laughter. And a very sinister one it was.
He let out a small laugh. "I will give you power. And with it, you will show what the Nega-verse is truly capable of." His eyes squinted as he focused down at her. "You, will be my most powerful creation."
She was about to ask just what he meant by that. But not soon enough as red lighting and flame enveloped her. She fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Was it pain? No. It was something else. She didn't know what it was, but she liked it. And she wanted more. The flames disappeared and she stood. She felt a power. A power that could rival Bourkan's. Yes, she would show them what the Nega-verse was truly capable of. She would have her revenge on that stupid Sayiaman for making a fool of her. She would have her revenge on Bourkan for what he did to her. She would show them all.
King Mogroth dismissed the girl. He laughed to himself. She looked as if she were holding the world in her palm. When it was really he who did. He had given her only a fraction of his power. But she would do it. She would collect the energy he needed from this Sayian. And when she did, he would reclaim his lost body. Only then, would he be invincible.
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Bourkan walked down the darkening streets looking at the newspaper in his hand. Humanity sucked. He would need a place to stay. Now that he had enough of that 'currency' stuff. How long had he worked at that place? A freakin' week? And still no Sayiaman? The guy had to eat! Or did he? He may have been presumptuous when he decided that The Great Sayiaman was human?
"Damn you Sayiaman!" He crumpled the newspaper in his hand and then continued to take his anger at the paper by tearing it into as many small pieces as he could. Throwing them down on the ground, he walked over to the wall of a near by building and slammed his fist against it, causing it to crumble under his strength. No one was on the other side thankfully.
Getting himself known by the locals would not be a smart thing to do. Or would it? He would certainly find the Great Sayiaman faster that way. That was an option. He looked down at the shredded paper and growled at himself. Damn, he needed those addresses to find some place to stay. Walking back over to them, he picked up a large piece that had remained. It was worth a shot.
He read the ad. "Son Gohan, looking for male roommate." He wondered at the thought of a male roommate. Mind you that was never a problem in the Nega- verse, but he was strait. He continued. "Friendly, night sleeper." He grumbled. He never used to be a sleeper at all! "Address. reasonable distance. Rent.acceptable." Why did he have the sudden feeling that this was going to be like "work" all over again?
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"What? You're getting blackmailed again? How? You already revealed your identity at the Strongest under the Heavens Martial Arts Tournament!" Bulma could be heard yelling over the phone at Gohan.
He leaned back in the chair as Bulma talked and talked at the phone. "Yeah, I know. But fortunately for me, no one at the Martial Arts Tournament recognized me. And my friends agreed to keep my secret."
"So what's the price this time for keeping your secret?" Bulma inquired.
Gohan ran a hand over his face. "I had to agree to let him follow me around and help me fight crime!" Gohan was about to continue when he was interrupted by a knocking at the door. "I'll have to talk to you later, Bulma. I have someone at the door." He hung up the phone and went to see who was there.
He opened the door, not seeing anyone; he was about to close the door again before he looked down. Melvin was standing there in his homemade Sayiaman costume and smiled at Gohan. He walked in and began looking around the apartment curiously. "So where's the secret entrance? The special Gadgets? The Sayiaman Mobile?" He began pulling books off the shelves for the mechanism.
Gohan looked confusedly at Melvin but only started to laugh. "It's not like that Melvin. It's only an apartment." He began to put his books back on his shelf.
"Huh? Then what about the watch?" Melvin inquired.
"This was given to me by a friend at the capsule corporation." He took off the watch to let his friend examine it. There were initials on the back of the watch that said C.C.
"That must be some friend. Capsules are really expensive and are owned by only the really rich. You wont see many around here. No one can afford them." He looked at the watch before handing back to Gohan. "So how about it?"
"Huh?" Gohan looked at Melvin again. Not knowing what he was talking about. Melvin looked surprised at Gohan that he could not know what he was talking about.
"Patrol the city of course!" Melvin gave his best deep voiced Sayaiman impression. "Its how all the big super hero's do it!"
"Really? How do you know all this?" Gohan looked at him questioningly. This was getting very confusing for him. Did Melvin actually know more about being a super hero that he did?
"I was a super hero before once too ya-know!" Melvin laughed at him. Gohan was really surprised. Melvin was a super hero before? Who knew? He obliged to Melvin wishes. He didn't want every to know his true identity. Still, he laughed inwardly at the prospect of having a sidekick.
He pushed the button on his watch and donned his Sayiaman outfit. Running over to the window, he was about to jump out and fly around for one of Melvin's patrols when he felt someone tugging at his cape. He turned around and realized that Melvin probably couldn't fly. "Sorry about that Melvin. I forgot. You can't fly can you?" Gohan rubbed the back of his neck nervously and laughed. That would heave been bad. Then he thought of something. He walked back to the window and shouted into the sky. "Kinto- un!"
Melvin watched in amazement as a small yellow cloud raced down out of the sky though the clouds and parked itself outside the window.
"You can ride it." Sayiaman said. It should work. He thought. Melvin appeared to have a pure heart and nothing but good intentions for his friends. He bent down to talk to the cloud. "Kinto-un, this is a friend of mine. So please be nice to him."
Melvin looked unsurely at the fluffy little cloud outside the window, but he placed a foot on it out the window and almost screamed when he fell on it. It supported him. He gave a proud laugh. He was flying! Yeah!
Gohan leapt out of the window after him and hovered near him. "Just speak to it with your mind and tell it where you want to go. Kinto-un will oblige." He flew off in the direction of the city.
Melvin sat there for a moment trying to decide what to do. He looked at the cloud with uncertainty. "Umm.follow him please?" The cloud shot off, nearly throwing Melvin off the cloud. He clutched it at looked around. Surprised at the speed he was flying. Yeah! Now he could really save people! No more throwing spicy sausages for him! Now he was a real super hero. The Great SayiaMelvin!
Too bad he forgot that he didn't posses and super powers.
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Bourkan didn't bother knocking at the door of the apartment. He wasn't aware of many human customs. Knocking was one of these. He turned the door handle, accidentally breaking it off with his strength. He shrugged and dropped it on the floor before pushing the door open. No one was home at the moment. The lights were dark. Flipping the switch, he looked at his surroundings. It appeared that only one person lived here. Which meant that he would be the roommate now. First come, first serve was his way of thinking.
Throwing what little belongings he had into a corner of the room, he poked about the place. Looking for anything interesting. He pulled a few books off the shelves and skipped though them. Everything about this world insulted his intelligence. He sat down on the couch and felt that he had sat on something. Reaching under him, he pulled a small, flat box out from under his rear. He pushed a few of the buttons on it. The T.V. flashed on and watched some degrading show with a purple dinosaur playing with children. He changed his mind. This place didn't insult his intelligence. But THAT surely did. He push buttons furiously until the T.V. clicked off.
He leapt as the phone next to him began to ring. He was about to smash it with his fist when the machine caught it.
"Gohan, Its your mother. PICK UP THE PHONE!" He listened to the woman scream into the phone. That voice was perhaps even more frightening than King Mogroths. If that was possible. "I see your not home right now. WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE! YOUR SHOULD BE STUDYING AND GOING TO BED! I'LL HAVE WORDS FOR YOU WHEN YOU GET BACK!" she screamed. Bourkan covered his ears at the ferocious voice. That voice was enough to send someone running into the other room in fear and hiding in the corner in a fetal position.
"I'm sorry for scaring you." The voice took on a more pleasant tone. He uncovered his ears and looked at the phone. "Gohan, I will want to meet your new roommate when you get back. And you, who ever you are, YOU BETTER NOT BE A BAD INFLUENCE TO MY GOHAN OR I'LL HAVE WORDS WITH YOU TOO!" The phone hung up.
Bourkan was sitting on the couch, staring with a pale face at the phone. If he didn't know better, he might have said the phone was smoking. He sat looking at it, wondering just how the hell she did that!
He yawned and realized he needed to do that 'sleep' thing again. Getting up awkwardly and eyeing the phone suspiciously, in case it decided to start yelling at him again, he walked around the apartment and peered into rooms for a place that he could sleep.
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Gohan woke up the next morning feeling very tired. He usually didn't stay up that late. Getting slowly out of bed, he slowly pulled on his cloths. He yawned and moved sluggishly out of the room to the kitchen. When he got back late last night, he had come back though the window. He hadn't paid any attention to the items about his room that had been moved. Or the missing door handle.
He just about reached the fridge when the phone began to ring. It didn't take a genius to figure out whom it was. He cringed and waited for the machine to pick it up.
His mother yelled into the phone once again. "GOHAN! Do you have any idea what time it is? Hurry up and get to school! WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOME STUDYING! Call me later so you can introduce me to your new roommate." She hung up the phone.
Gohan looked at his watch and realized what the time was. Using his sayian speed, he finished dressing, ate his food, and ran to the door to get to school. When something his mother said to him clicked in his mind. Roommate? He didn't have a roommate yet. What was she talking about?
He felt it. He felt a ki in the spare bedroom. He also noticed that it felt rather strong, who ever it was. Didn't feel evil though. He opened the door to the room slowly and quietly. Peeking around the door, he looked in to see a guy about his age with messed up greasy black hair. Sleeping in a very odd position. It reminded him of the positions he would find his father sleeping it. The covers only half covering him, sprawled out over the bed. He snored loudly.
Gohan closed the door softly. He couldn't remember interviewing anyone last night. But then, after the patrol he and Melvin did, he couldn't remember much of anything last night when he got back. He felt nothing evil from the guy. He grabbed his backpack and went out the door to school. He would figure it out when he got back.