Author: Nadz
Email: vegitto02 at yahoo dot com

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DragonTek (Part I: The Invasion Saga)

Chapter 05 – Motivation

The sunshine lent its light to the ooze, shimmering in delicate response. It seemed to have a mind of its own, for its cells had begun to interact and react with one another. The ooze had finally begun to take its true form. Violently and suddenly, plants, resembling cauliflowers but almost as tall as houses, began to grow and emerge from the ground, feeding and draining nutrients from both the ooze and the earth. All over the world, these planets rose from the lavender colored paste. These Radam spore plants continued to grow, and within minutes, all the areas of battle became smothered by these tall yet fledgling trees. Round bulbs began to take form at their heads, which hissed as they received more light and energy from the sun.

'Within weeks, they will bloom,' Omega grinned, feeling their growth while still contemplating in his vessel resting on the moon's surface.

"Aki, Noal. We have a grave situation down here. I want you to bring Blade back to the Command Center, and no excuses," Freeman ordered, feeling the sweat on his forehead. On the view screen, both Milly and he had witnessed another dreadful sight – the sudden birth of the tall, purple trees.

"Chief, what happened down there?" Aki asked, her voice anxious.

"You'll find out as soon as you complete your mission," he replied with an even voice.

"Are you sure you want us to bring him back? We hardly know the guy!" Noal protested.

"Yes, because he may help us uncover the mystery behind the enemy, or if I may say, the Radam. Good luck, and stay alive. We need all of you back safely," Freeman responded with a nervous smile.

"I guess we'll just sit here and wait," sighed Noal. Looking out the window of the Blue Earth, he noticed the creatures approaching. 'Oh man, now we got more buggers.'

"Aki, get ready to have a little fun with these things."

Noal proceeded to fire away at the creatures, eliminating them one-by-one.

'This is going to take forever,' he thought.

Blade raised his lance and tore through another bugger, only to see a familiar figure standing behind it. The figure chuckled as it raised his bow in its left hand. Blade readied himself in a stance upon seeing his enemy charge and arrow in its right hand, and the figure menacingly aimed at the young man.

"Couldn't get enough of me the last time, Blade?" Dagger chuckled, firing the projectile.

"Your aim is terrible," Blade said, dodging the arrow completely as it flew by his side.

"Well, then, if you prefer close combat…" the evil Tekkaman replied as he charged. Extending his lance in front, Dagger hoped to impale him quickly. Blade lowered himself, evading the strike, and thrust his sharp lance upwards at Dagger's hand. The Radam warrior winced, and he grunted as Blade swept his legs. Dagger backed up and fired more arrows at Blade, who deflected each one with his lance.

"I thought you wanted close combat," Blade taunted as he continued to defend himself.

"Come and get me, then," Dagger chuckled. As he continued to fire, Blade pressed ahead, cutting through each approaching arrow. Finally, he reached striking distance; however, Dagger stopped shooting and drove the edge of his bow into Blade's leg, drawing blood.

"Argh!" Blade yelled in pain, but he left enough presence of mind to realize that with that attack, Dagger had left his face completely unguarded. The Tekkaman quickly broke his lance into two parts and drove one of the halves through Dagger's facemask, causing blood to pour from the wound. Dagger shrieked in pain and fell backwards towards the Orbital Ring lying below. However, Blade wasn't done.

"Dagger," growled Blade, revealing the huge blaster cannons on his shoulder pads. "It was fun."

"NO!" yelled Dagger, praying that Blade couldn't fire. Dagger himself didn't possess the necessary energy cells, and there would be no way for him to defend himself against the attack.

Blade then yelled, "Vol-Tekka!"

The cannons released a thick, radiant emerald beam that enveloped Dagger, who cried in pain as he felt the energy burn through his armor and singe his skin; he hardly noticed the beam slam him through the walls of a Section of the Orbital Ring. Dagger's piercing scream died away along with the green blast.

Satisfied with his temporary revenge, Blade headed back towards the Blue Earth.

"Aki, Noal, I finished what I came here to do," he muttered. "Let's go back."

'Otosan. Otosan.' Alena cried for hours, understandably so, ever since she witnessed her father's cruel death. Images of his torture, screaming, and pain continually haunted the back of her mind. The worst part was that she had seen the whole thing occur right before her very eyes, yet she could do nothing – her captor had trapped her in a translucent diamond-shaped cell of some sort. Alena looked around again.

'Where am I?' she tearfully wondered to herself. She seemed as if she was in the middle of some sort of wasteland. Dry, brown, and cracked earth stretched for miles around her. The sky was red, and there were several towering mountains in the distance. Several trees had spread themselves around, but their branches were completely bare and were twisted in hideous shapes. Close to her were two small huts, surrounded by several small colored bubbles that resembled jellybeans.

'I'm wasting time. Who gives a damn where I am? I just have to get out of here,' she thought to herself. Raising her hands to behind her waist, she adjoined the bottom of her palms and gathered energy in order to blast herself out of her prison.

"Ka… me… ha… me… Ha!" she yelled, releasing the attack; however, her plan failed miserably, for the blast reflected off of the diamond cell's walls and slammed right back into her. Alena collapsed to the bottom of the cell in pain as she tried to recover. Breathing heavily, she brought herself back on her feet. A voice snapped her to attention.

"Don't waste your energy trying to escape. It won't do anybody any good," said the figure as it walked out from behind one of the bubbles. Alena eyed him carefully. He appeared to be about her height; his green hair protruded out from his head in violent spikes. He had slightly pointed ears, and spiky earrings dangled from their lobes. His skin pigmentation was grayish-purple, and three parallel scars ran downward along his cheek and towards his chin. He wore red body armor that tightly covered his torso. He was not weak, for she could feel a strong chi emanating from him. His hands were smooth, unlike the gnarled ones that were used to kill her father. He didn't look too strong, but what chilled her the most was the coldness behind his stare. His eyes were pitch black except for the piercing crystal-yellow irises.

"Who are you?" she asked nervously. "You didn't murder my father, did you?"

"You can call me Bezel, and you are right, I am not the one that delivered the fatal blow," he said with a grin. "It's a pity, really; he wasn't much of a match. But you cannot even begin to understand the joy I felt when I heard him scream, screaming for the pain to end."

Alena felt anger surge through her veins, and Bezel detected this.

"Oh, little one, we're getting irritated now, aren't we?" he chuckled, staring at her.

"If you didn't kill him, then who did?" she demanded.

"Me," a voice growled from behind her.

Alena shuddered as she saw turned to see the horrible figure looming behind her cell. It was enormous, standing at seven feet. Its red muscular body was covered by gray armor at the chest and private regions, and armored scales covered its red tail. Dark red horns had grown from the side of its head, and its yellow eyes, along with their black irises, stared down at the frightened girl. Alena felt the devilish figure's chi was far, far greater than that of her own… and her own father… and even her brother.

"What … what are you?" she cried, and the figure cackled in response.

"Vegita, didn't you say your father was coming soon?"

"Yes, Dende-sama. He should have returned with Alena by now," Vegita nodded nervously.

"Strange, I don't feel his chi at all," commented Ichiro.

"Maybe he's keeping it hidden so that the enemy doesn't find him," suggested Goku.

"Hidden? Why would he do that unless the enemy can detect fighting auras?" asked Vegita, noticeably worried now as lines of stress stretched across his forehead. "We have to go look for him."

"Yes, my child, we will," assured Dende gently. "But first, we must discuss the situation at hand. You all must have fought your battles with the invading crab-like beasts that flew in from space. The blood that they spilled to the ground has reacted, and thick plants of similar color, holding some sort of spores, have just risen from that very blood. These spore plants have appeared all over the Earth in a matter of minutes while you were all here eating."

"Why did you not tell us while it was happening?" asked the old man Akira, surprised.

"Please let me finish. I knew those plants would emerge, and with their emergence, they absorbed most of the bloody ooze. Vegita, could you tell me what happened when you tried to attack the ooze?"

"It just absorbed the energy from our blast," the young man answered.

"Yes, so even if I told you what would happen, what could you have possibly done to prevent it?" posed Dende. Nobody gave a response, thus satisfying the old Namek.

"Kami-sama, who are these invaders?" asked Goku. All eyes turned towards the Earth guardian.

"Oh… I don't really know," confessed Dende.

"What!" Ichiro said sharply, looking directly at the green alien. "Then why are we just relaxing here? At least we should find out where in space they are coming from!"

"Please, Ichiro, have some faith and patience," continued Dende. "I don't know the answers, but there is somebody here who does. I introduce to you Kaio-sama, the god that governs me."

"Greetings! I am speaking to you all telepathically. My name is Kaio-sama, and I have helped look over Earth along with Dende," his voice echoed in their minds.

"Hi," all replied in unison.

"Well… I have been watching all of you for a long time now," Kaio-sama said with a smile and a small laugh. "You know, I personally trained your ancestor Son Goku. He was my strongest student and the best warrior to ever exist."

"I'm also Son Goku," said Goku Jr., crossing his arms.

"I know, and maybe one day, you'll be as strong as your great-great grandfather was."

"Kaio-sama, what are these things that have invaded our planet?" asked Ichiro.

"They are called Radam," Kaio-sama answered. "That is the name of their race."

"Radam? What's that?" wondered Pan. "I've never heard of them."

"The Radam are one of the vilest races known to the gods. They originated from the planet Roc. Although they constantly fought each other for control of their own world, they didn't cause much trouble to those on other planets."

"Then why are they attacking us?" demanded Kenshin. Ichiro hit him on the head, warning him to be respectful to the god.

"Ho, ho, let me explain. The Radam species on Roc were highly intelligent beings. They developed advanced technology and developed new powerful weapons. The wars they fought amongst one another were merely for power and control. But one fateful day over a thousand earth years ago, they were forced to fight a new type of battle – a battle to prevent their total extermination as a Radam race. Their attackers were few in number but strong, for the advanced weaponry had no effect on these new invaders as they tore the Radam people apart. As they fought for their very lives, they learned the identity of their enemy… Saiya-jin warriors from Planet Vegita."

"Saiya-jin!" Vegita gasped in shock.

"Yes, exactly five Saiya-jin invaded their planet about twelve hundred years ago."

"Only five were enough to conquer the entire Radam race?" wondered Kenshin.

"Four of the Saiya-jin were of average strength. By themselves, they would not have been able to hold their own against the Radam weaponry. It was the fifth team member, their leader, who caused the most death. He was Corun, the original Super Saiya-jin. It was this 'golden Saiya-jin' that decimated their population. Any survivors were forced to evacuate in their star ships.

As they escaped into the depths of space, the Radam could think of nothing else but taking revenge on the Saiya-jin people. But how were they to do this when they were slaughtered so easily? Slowly and painfully, the Radam survivors started to build their race again. They further advanced their technology and performed quite a bit of genetic experimentation – very dangerous, if I may so. This experimentation led to the cultivation of their bugger army, which I am sure you encountered. However, it was not enough; they needed something more powerful.

Finally one day, a group of their best scientists developed a frightening new technology that was superior to anything they had previously achieved. It was called Tek-System. It was simply a network of organic pods, or Tekka-pods, shaped like enormous lavender plums. Anybody who would be swallowed by a Tekka-pod would endure physical stresses inside the pod that would reach unimaginable levels. If he was not strong enough to endure the Tek-process, his body would be rejected from the pod, and he would die soon after. If he was able to survive the long Tek-process, he would emerge from the Tekka-pod with dormant super-powers. The Tekka-system would also provide him his own Tek-Crystal, which when used would release these powers and transform him into a Tekkaman. As a Tekkaman, he would be covered with seemingly impenetrable jagged armor and be able to use energy weapons of great strength."

"We have not encountered any of these Tekkamen yet," said Ichiro.

"You will soon enough, for they are here," said Kaio-sama, and Kenshin gulped. "There's more for you to learn. The fatality rate of the process was so high that the Radam leader forbid its use. Yet the head scientist that developed Tek-System would not have it. Seeing the death of his family and friends before his very eyes had driven him to madness. The ultimate destruction of the Saiya-jin race would be the only thing that would satisfy his insane bloodthirsty desires.

Seeing no other way, the renegade scientist secretly used the Tek-System on himself. He survived and used his special powers to kidnap other Radam people and convert them into Tekkamen, except this time, he modified the Tek-process so that all of the new Tekkamen emerged as brainwashed, unwavering servants that were loyal only to him. Soon his Tekkaman army began to grow, and eventually he killed the Radam leader and declared himself the Radam King. He called himself Tekkaman Plague.

Plague led his Radam army in search of Planet Vegita, yet he could never find it no matter how hard he searched. He took out his frustration on innocent planets that happened to lie in his path; he wanted their inhabitants to experience the suffering and death he endured. His Radam armies wreaked havoc on many peaceful worlds and captured countless prisoners, whom he converted into more Radam Tekkamen slaves via his Tek-process. Earth centuries passed as Plague's terror spread. When Plague passed away six hundred earth years ago, his army broke up into separate units, each headed by its own warlord. The warlords decided to go their separate ways, agreeing that the warlord who destroyed the Saiya-jin race would be titled Emperor of the entire Radam population. They were fundamentally united to their common vision – ultimate loyalty to the Radam and the obliteration of the Saiya-jin."

"But weren't the Saiya-jin destroyed by Freeza? Didn't he vaporize Planet Vegita, home of our Saiya-jin ancestors?" Vegita posed.

"Yes he did, which infuriated the Radam. When they learned that the Saiya-jin had been defeated by a non-Radam almost two hundred years ago, they realized that the central vision that bound them together was no more. With no common goal, the Radam warlords continued to mindlessly do what they had been doing – terrorizing more innocent planets."

"Is that why they are here? Are we just another 'innocent planet' in the Radam's path?" asked Pan, shaking her head. Never before had she heard of something so vile.

"It's senseless, but I'm afraid so. Their only wish is to expand their forces; nobody can explain why. Isn't it ironic that they now attacked the planet on which the last drops of Saiya-jin blood exist?"

'Earth's conquest will soon become a reality,' Omega gloated as he stood in his chamber. Omega recollected how he came to Earth. He had left his main flagship behind Pluto and solely manned a probe-ship in order to explore the new solar system approaching. He had begun to tire of his own Tekkaman army he left behind on his flagship. Their discontent and wavering in obedience disturbed him greatly. If this new solar system had beings that were strong, he could build a new army and dispose of his old one.

'These Earthlings, these humans, are stronger than I thought; many of them are able to survive the transformation process.' He remembered that as he began his exploration, a lone ship had docked into his and that its crewmembers had given themselves the freedom to nose around his vessel's interiors.

'This is working better than I had planned,' he had thought as he watched those foolish humans boldly stroll into his probe ship. 'Oh, that was a fateful day, the day my superior army was conceived.'

He had laughed with glee that day as the Tekka-pods dove from the ceiling and swallowed their new human prisoners. Sure, some of them had died, but now he had a new band of warriors ready to serve his bidding. Yes, he did have one renegade soldier, but that was no vital matter. When the plants on Earth finally bloom, he would have his full army, and the renegade's resistance would be reduced to nothingness.

Omega smiled as he looked into the Tekka-pods in the main chamber. 'My new Tekkamen warriors will soon be ripe for hatching.'