Vegeta Metallix: Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters, except for CYNENBA, "Harukan", and the Prometheus Star. So if any body gets on my case, I'll smite thy punk ass! You have been warned!
Earth was pretty peaceful, for the moment. This was something the young guardian of earth was certain wouldn't be lasting much longer if luck, as it was, kept leaning towards trouble. Trouble usually being some deranged super-powered villain with dreams of either universal destruction or universal conquest, or simple revenge against just about everyone who looked at them the wrong way. Dende sighed to himself as he looked down on the planet of his charge from high above on Kami's lookout. He had the old guardians walking stick in hand, a symbol of office as Dende saw it. His antennae bounced a bit on the morning breeze, which was warm and gentle against the skin. Dende loved the way warm morning breezes felt against his green skin and pink colored, thick leathery body plates. The young Namekian smiled slightly as the calm weather seemed to cheer him up, but just when he was about to go see what Mr. Popo had cooked up for lunch, he felt a painfully sharp feeling right between his eyes. He felt like someone had shoved a hot poker right through his face and then twisted the implement. He clutched his face as he cried out in pain and almost fell over the edge of the lookout, had it not been for a certain black skinned man with a turban and huge red lips who had been tending the garden at just the right time. Mr. Popo grabbed Dende by his cloak and then got a hold of his shoulder after he had dragged the young Namek about an inch or two backward to get some leverage, as well as something to grab that wouldn't rip. Dende fell backward into Mr. Popo's open arms and fainted dead away. The two dropped to the floor of the tiled floor of the lookout, Dende dumped into Mr. Popo's lap, and Mr. Popo with a very concerned look on his face. He shook Dende lightly to try and wake him up but nothing happened, so he shakily, yet firmly whispered into the young Namek's pointed ear, "Dende? Dende, sir, please wake up. Please wake up, I don't want to be left alone again". A small smile crossed Dende's pained and weary green complexion, and he whispered raspily, "Don't worry, dear friend. My time has not yet come. Now, could you please help me up?" A teary-eyed Mr. Popo helped Dende to his feet and helped the young Guardian to steady himself. He worriedly asked, "What happened, Dende?" The Namek youngster seemed to stare off into space and said, in a hushed tone of voice, "I have no idea Mr. Popo. I suddenly felt a presence so evil, so dark and warped, so.so.powerful.no, powerful does not even begin to describe what I felt. I have no words to describe, but whatever it was, it's out there", he suddenly looked up into the heavens, and then finished, "and it's coming to earth". Mr. Popo looked up in horrified awe as he suddenly felt something dark, something very much empty of good, and something yet familiar, but a strange kind of familiar. Like he was sensing something that he knew of, but that something was a combination of many things, also familiar, but none the less horrible even if these things were separate. He was about to inquire of the Guardian of what this new evil might be, when he felt the exact same presence that Dende felt just a moment ago. He didn't know how he knew that this presence was it, the one that Dende felt, but Kami help them all; he absolutely, positively knew it was the one.
It felt like it was write behind him. Not quite. The presence was actually fifty meters behind him, leaning against one of the columns of the canopy over the palace door. Dende and Mr.Popo both paled to a very unhealthy shade of they're normal color and stood in sheer, unadulterated terror. Their eyes wide, bodies trembling like they were about to fall apart, they turned around. It was so surreal they thought it was some terrible nightmare, or even a drug induced hallucination. Unfortunately, it was very real. Leaning back against the column, face blank, eyes closed, was Janenba. The two friends simply stared at the new arrival with fear and shock, wonder and denial. How could he be here? How could he be alive? How did he get here? "If you really want to know, come a little closer. Better yet, I'll come to you", Cynenba purred as he straightened up and floated toward them, eyes still closed, arms crossed over his chest, and head bent down a bit, face lowered to the ground. 'What the? How did Janenba know what I was thinking?', Dende thought to himself. Janenba uncrossed his arms, whipped his face up and growled, viciously, "How do you think, you little bastard? I'm telepathic!! Get a clue, you hermaphroditic brat! And my name is CYNENBA, now! Get it right!" Cynenba was just about to destructo disk the kids head off when he realized something: How the friggin' hell was he supposed to know of the name change? He was totally embarrassed, and the souls within him had different reactions. Cooler shook his head in disappointment at Cynenba's lack of culture and restraint, Majin Boo was laughing his head off, Brolly was threatening to introduce Boo's head to his colon if he didn't shut up, Radditz, Nappa, Freiza and Cell were trying to hold Brolly back, the Ginyu force were conversing with King Cold about the meaning of Hermaphrodite, and King Cold was blue in the face trying to come up with an acceptable answer, but at the same time not embarrass himself at the fact that he didn't know, but did have a sketchy idea. Android 16 was talking with Dr. Gero and Dr. Myu about how they felt about this merging business. Dr.Gero said in a gruff voice, "I find it fascinating, to tell you the truth, 16. Myu and I have found some unusual things inside Mr. Cynenba's head. Take this giant ruby for example". 16 never noticed it before. It was huge, as in bigger than him huge. It was blood red, and was a double pointed jewel that resembled a valuable jewel he had seen in King Cold's memories. Dr. Gero continued, "It represents a dormant ability, or abilities; we're not sure, but Myu and myself are convinced this is some sort of representation of the control protocols of the remote that Cynenba integrated earlier on the world of the Kai's. Plus, it also seemed to be a sort of sub-conscious memory, one telling of power that would make our dear host quite literally God-like". Android 16 looked over to the blue skinned scientist and got a nod of agreement for his colleagues' theory. Android 16 really hoped he didn't live long enough to see this new power that his host possessed, considering he had earlier learned why Cynenba had been created in the first place.
Cynenba had just finished drinking the Supreme Kai's blood dry, leaving a pale corpse behind. He reached up and grabbed Shingo's right arm, the one with the Prometheus remote clamped onto it, in his free hand and tore it off like so much wet paper. He proceeded to remove the sleeve from the arm with a retractable knife beneath his wrist, and then started to use the knife to remove the skin. He had no idea why he was doing this, but had a feeling that the voice from the void had something to do with it.
He heard a familiar voice say, "So true, my boy, so true". Cynenba turned around when he realized this voice was audible, not mental. The owner of the voice had presented himself, and Cynenba smiled when he saw the physical form of his master. Master? Wait. What the fuck?! He didn't have a master! He was his own master, damn it! The figure came into clear view, and Cynenba couldn't believe it. He was staring at what looked like a super charged version of the Grim Reaper; he was over twelve feet tall, and his outfit was a combination of flowing venerable robes and tattered ones layered over each other, trimmed in silver; Covering his exposed chest was dark gray-silver body armor with chain-mail underneath, on his feet he wore armor plated boots with needle-like points at the toe which just barely poked out from under the massive cloak he wore, and armored gauntlets on his arms, all bearing a medieval design style, and a heavy, skull shaped belt buckle to top off the look. His head was wide, but long as well and lizard-like, with a pair of horns sprouting from his thick cheeks, another pair just above his ear holes, and two more on the top of his head, making him look like he was wearing a crown, which was accented by his hair: like spun platinum, flowing like a gentle breeze, and occasionally crackling with electricity.
He snarled at the one, who was the source of the voice he heard in the void, and continued to dissect and disassemble Shingo's arm, and he still didn't know why he was doing it. He had managed to remove enough meat to remove the bones in the upper arm, eating everything he removed, and checking his work to see if there was a way to speed it up. The massive being said aloud, "just try pushing the disengage switch on the remote to remove it, foolish one, then you can nibble away to your hungers content". Cynenba felt like an idiot. He looked at the remote and touched two fingers to a small blue crystal at the wrist, causing the remote to pop the mutilated arm, or should I say, what was left of it, and fell to the ground. Cynenba bent down and picked it up, then he walked over to his "master" and held it out to him. The huge entity held up hand and pushed it away, saying, "No, this is for you. My ownership of the control unit expired the day my race passed into death, and I, into darkness". Cynenba was blank faced. He used to own this funny remote? The guy explained that he had put a mental command into Cynenba's head that would cause him to see out the remote, take possession of it, and integrate into his being. Cynenba asked simply, "How?" to the first and fourth tidbits of information that the beast standing about ten yards away from him had provided. The being answered, "Well, I, who you may call Harukan, will answer you queries. First, the synthezoid you merged with, Cane you called him, was built by me. That's right, I built Cane and sent him to you. The mental programming was a part of Canes programming, as well as his personality matrix. What can I say, I'm a very bad man. Damn brain, work right! Oh, sorry Cy, didn't mean to ignore you. To answer your second question, just place it against your chest". Cynenba did just that.
The remote simply sank into his chest, no pain whatsoever, and was reconfigured into Cynenba's machines elements. It tickled. Cynenba was going to ask about the remote itself, and who Harukan was, but he wasn't there. Just gone. Cynenba whipped around trying to find the strange being, but to no avail. He was just about to curse at the over-sized freak when his chest suddenly felt like it was on fire, and the pain was coursing from his chest into his spine, and up his spine into his brain. The pain was so intense that rational thought was out of the question, but animal rage surely wasn't. Cynenba started blasting everything in sight, blowing up hills, mountain ranges, rolling plains, anything to help him ignore the pain. But using his power only made it worse, and soon he was quite literally insane with torturous pain and endless rage. For hours, he suffered, like one of the poor condemned souls in the most horrible pits of hell, burning with fire and brimstone, freezing to nothing but a soul made of brittle ice, shattered by a wisp of a touch. He had had quite enough and powered up so much, the planet surface was a molten nightmare of scorched earth and lakes of magma, fire and blackened stone. Very much like hell. When Cynenba thought he could take no more, it stopped. Just like that. The pain stopped. He thought he would sure go beyond madness, for the bliss of freedom from the pain was so beautifully sweet, he almost couldn't stand it. He forgot to power down and fired a Ki blast straight down, totally atomizing the planet. After six minutes, he snapped out of it, and realized he knew everything about what was going on; namely who, and what, Harukan was, why he wanted Cynenba to have the remote, what it controlled, and even Harukan's whole damn scheme. "You know what?", Cynenba said to himself, "I'm almost beginning to like this guy, Harukan. Almost, mind you". He thought of a good place to "set up shop", so to speak, and then he smiled as only a devil can, and placed two fingers against his head, and used the instant transmission technique to get him where he need to go: Earth!
Cynenba really enjoyed that memory. Even the memory of that horrible pain. For because of it, he had the power to rule all the omniverse, the various souls that had resided within him, had merged into one, which had merged with his own dark spirit. Because of this, he could conquer not just this dimension, but others as well. Dozens, hundred, thousands, millions of whole dimensions would fall to him, and you now what? All that this Harukan guy wanted was for him to kill off one single race of geeks called the Hynakus. Easy enough. That whole race was a bunch of total pacifists now! This was going to be fun! They had left their formidable weapons from their warrior race days to rot in the void between galaxies long ago. Too bad on several counts; For one thing, all of their hardware was recoverable, and secondly, the Prometheus Star had just been ordered to absorb all of it. Wait, hang on, it did that last month! Kick ass, more play time! He realized that the two morons who lived on the lookout were still looking at him. Well, then. Time to play!
Dende was having a real crap ass day all of a sudden! First he had a migraine the size of android 18's breasts, and boy, now that was big! Second he was looking a very nasty, very metallic.hold on a second.metallic? You have got to be kidding me! Cynenba's arms, legs and chest were covered in what looked like some kind of gold colored cybernetic armor, plus he had a Majin Boo style head tentacle, which was also armor robotic looking. In addition he had black baggy pants, with gold embroidery and a leather belt with a gold dragonhead belt buckle.
What wasn't covered by the gold cyber-armor he was sporting, namely Cynenba's formerly pink skin, was now a polished, metallic, ocean blue, tinted with cobalt. His purple exoskeleton was missing, replaced by more gold armor, and with exposed circuitry just below the pecks and what looked like four stubby gun barrels under each arm. His shoulders were adorned in rather large shoulder armor, bulging near the stalk of the neck, covering up the bulge, then spreading out, with curved up blades at the tips, one on top, one on bottom, each like an animals claw. The shoulder armor were split open along the top, exposing thick layers of robotic "muscle cords", which seemed to pulse like a heart beat.
What was the most striking was the over-the-top crown/helmet he wore. Like the armor, it was gold too, but had a blood red orb embedded in the center of a pentagon shaped opening in the fore head of the helmet, which looked like someone had stretched it wide so the points touched the tips of Cynenba's eye-brow's. The orb had wires and tubes connecting it to the hardware in the helmet. What made the helmet over-the-top were the eight long fin-like horns decorating it. Two of the horns joined together just behind the forehead opening, sticking straight up, with the others, three on each side of the head, sticking out at various angles, each topped off with a bulging tip, with e sea-weed green emerald embedded in each tip, and smaller jewels running the length of each horn.
Damn, Dende thought. This friggin' make over must have cost an arm, a leg, and maybe the ass hole's balls (if he had any! HAHA!). He suddenly realized that even though all these changes were incredible drastic, Dende never noticed them until he really started to look at Cynenba. He was just about to make a rather rude comment about his own mental faculties when the armored demon dropped to the floor, shattering the delicate tiling like glass against an anvil, then started to stomp toward the near catatonic duo with a hideous look on his now blue, metallic face; A look of pure and absolute sadistic glee. His now golden tail was swishing back and forth, equipped with a nasty sword-like blade at the end, which was occasionally clicking on the tiled floor. Dende could swear it was clicking out a beat to a rather disturbing song he heard on the radio while visiting his friend Gohan at his house in East city last year. The song was "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson. That man was surely sick in the head. Watching the music video was even worse. It gave him nightmares for a month, for Kami's sake!
He was really trying not to think about that blasted video when Cynenba's eyes flashed green. This almost made Dende jump right out of his skin. He had zoned out to such a degree, he didn't even notice Cynenba when he stopped right in front of him and knelt down to look him in the eye. Even when he did kneel down, Cynenba was still taller than Dende by about five feet! "I hate being short!", Dende mentally complained, then chided himself for such ridiculous thoughts at a time like this. He had to strain his neck just to look at Cynenba's chin. He was hoping he didn't have to look the monster in the eye. No such luck. Cynenba tilted his head down and looked Dende right in the eye.
Cynenba's eyes were the color of seaweed, a thick, deep, glossy shade of green; so dark it was almost black. The iris of each eye was like the shutter of a camera; with tiny red dots glowing in the center, it gave his eyes a sort of "Terminator" feel to them. Dende looked like he going to piss his pants. Fortunately, he didn't, because if he did, he was sure that the metal monster in front of him would take the opportunity to slice him open like a melon. Cynenba suddenly quipped, "Not slice you open like a melon, shrimp. More like slowly sauté you over a gentle flame perhaps. Maybe with a little French wine for flavor, yes, yes, that does sound good. Some wasabi for some kick, and a sprinkle of olive oil. Superb. Now all I need to do is decide of the type of wine, red or white". He began licking his lips vigorously at the thought of roasted Namek, and sent these thoughts to Dende, who paled so much; he looked like he had just bit the biscuit right then and there.
Cynenba laughed like a demented maniac when Dende turned and ran, telling Mr. Popo to get away as fast as he could. Mr. Popo complied, by holding out his hands and saying, "magic carpet", making a flying carpet appear right in front of him and Dende, which slightly surprised Cynenba, who thought, "now that is a classic escape vehicle if I ever saw one". He started thinking about a rather ridiculous movie that Jeice had seen once; a movie called Clash of the Titans. One of the hero's escape methods had been a winged horse called Pegasus. That would have been a sight: Cynenba as he is know swooping into town on the back of a gigantic winged horse. He had just finished the thought when a flash of light off to the side got his attention. He was temporarily blinded, and the two would-be escapees stared back as something took shape within the light. Something with an enormous pair of glossy, raven-black bird wings.
When the light subsided, Cynenba, Dende, and Mr. Popo were looking at the biggest horse they had ever seen. The steed was big enough to carry beings twice as big as Cynenba, and had a very muscular build. Like it's wings, the horse's coat was raven black, but the main was like woven silver, sparkling in the morning sun. The massive stallion was saddled, and dressed in medieval dark gray armor. The bit and reins were decorated in glistening diamonds, the leather straps of the saddle looking like someone had hand washed them for about a month. It trotted up to Cynenba and stopped about a hairs length from him. It snorted freezing mist from its nostrils and looked at him as in waiting.
Cynenba thought, "Well, sure, why not?" He raised his hands to the stallion proud head and the beast nuzzled his face with its snout. Cynenba felt himself smile and openly say, "Okay boy, you want to have some fun?" The horse replied by beating it huge wings once, and bobbing its massive head. Cynenba chuckled to himself and went around the right side of the horse and lifted his right foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself up into the saddle which was also decorated as though for a king. "Just like me", Cynenba smirked to himself, and took the reins in his armored fists. He pulled the reins to the left, and horse complied immediately, and the horse and rider faced down the two friends. The horse started trotting toward them slowly, an almost leisurely pace. Cynenba thought that the horse was giving him some time to adapt to riding a horse, and gentle asked, "I appreciate the training walk, boy, but don't hold back on my account". It didn't. The horse reared back onto its hind legs, almost throwing Cynenba off, then took off running when all feet were on the floor.
It moved in a blur of speed, running so fast, it was like trying to see the passing breeze. Dende and Mr. Popo had just climbed on the magic carpet, when the horse and rider appeared in mid air about eighty yards from the lookout. The giant horses wings span must have been at least thirty feet or more. As the massive steed began to turn around, Dende could swear that the clouds had started to move with the horse. In actuality, they were. The armored rider was smiling gleefully, as the horse flew straight at the pair. He suddenly pulled back on the reins and the horse stopped. In mid- air the winged beast stopped, and simply floated in place, legs straight as though it was still standing on something solid. It actually was standing on something: supernaturally manipulated clouds. The cloud had followed the horse and rider, creating from themselves a somehow rock solid, gravity defying perch for the two. Which had a fairly level top with streams of stormy clouds swirling and twisting like a tornado, but moving much more slowly, forming the base and supports, which weren't really needed.
Mr. Popo looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and Dende wished he had used the can before he went outside today. So much for hygiene. He felt like he going to die, but got a rather unusual alternative. Cynenba pointed two of his clawed digits at the pair, then turned his hand over, and gestured to them to come closer. When he did this, they were teleported right beside him. They hadn't even registered the teleport until they saw the highly polished visage of Cynenba, smiling to them, in a surprisingly friendly manner.
He suddenly spoke up, his voice a soft, digitized baritone. "You know, I don't really know how I'm doing it, the creating whatever comes to mind thing, but I have to say, it's pretty cool. The horse here needs a name. Give me a good one, you get to keep your component molecules in cohesion. If you don't, well, you know". He continued to smile cheerfully at them, which unnerved them more then if he had been snarling at them. Mr. Popo stood up on the carpet and stuttered, "We.well.s-sir, h-how about b-b-b- black". Cynenba kept on smiling, but closed his eyes to consider it. He stayed like that for about five whole minutes, then opened his eyes at Mr. Popo, gave him a reassuring smile. Mr. Popo gave a very broad grin, triumphant in his success, and saving his friend and the guardian of earth, but Cynenba raised his open palm to Mr. Popo, but instead of Ki blasting him, the metal skin of his palm split open like a large eye, but what came out was like a cross between a snake's head and a very nasty looking spear tip; it was round and long, but with bony ridges and spikes along the length. A pair of magenta eyes flashed open, and the spearhead opened up, and screamed.
Mr. Popo didn't even have to time to contemplate looking afraid, for the spear shot out of Cynenba's hand and pierced Mr. Popo's chest, popping it like a balloon. It shot out through his back, taking him right off his feet. Dende looked on in horror as Mr. Popo's corpse was thrust through the cloud cover by the spear, and then flicked off like a pesky fly. Cynenba quipped, still smiling, "Good try, but no cigar". He turned his head ever so slightly to face Dende and said, rather calmly, "I won't kill you, but if the name you come up with isn't really, and I mean classical good, then I'm going on a world wide rampage. That is not a threat or a warning. It is a promise". Cynenba decided to give the kid a few moments to collect himself, snap out of his shock, and come up with the name, but got an answer almost immediately after the spear fully retracted and sank back into his hand: "Dark Knight". Cynenba's eyes popped open, and looked right into Dende's down cast face. He asked, "Excuse me?" and got a snarling, crazed and seething Namekian youngster bulging-eye looking right into his eyes, and screaming, "I SAID DARK KNIGHT, YOU MURDERING SON OF A BITCH!! YOU KNOW, THE NAME OF YOUR SO FUCKING IMPORTANT HORSE, KAMI DAMN IT!! THAT"S WHAT YOU WANTED WASN"T IT?!" Dende looked ready to leap off the carpet and tear Cynenba a new face. Cynenba was adamantly surprised. He was truly shocked. This kid had some serious balls, AND come up with a very sweet name for his new buddy. He smiled widely and asked his horse "Do you like it?" The horse whinnied happily and stomped its massive front left hoof into the ethereal platform with earth shattering force.
Cynenba pronounced, "I like you kid. No one has ever talked to my successors like that, and especially no one has ever talked to ME like that, which tells me you must have some serious watermelons in your pants, plus you speak what's on your mind. Because of that, you are now a part of my new empire, kid. Specifically, my new assistant slash personal servant. Be this for me willingly, and Mr. Popo will be made good as new, here and now". Dende almost leapt at the monster who murdered his friend over something so absolutely ridiculous as a name for his over grown pet, when the part about bring Mr. Popo back snapped him out of it. Bring him back? How? They didn't have the dragon balls! As if on cue, Cynenba raised his open hand upward, till it was level with his face, then spoke a few words in Latin. Dende had no idea what the hell he was doing, but got the answer when a glowing blue sphere appeared in Cynenba's hand, which he casually tossed to the mentally thrown around Namekian. Dende caught it, but almost dropped it. He looked to Cynenba with curious eyes, and Cynenba simply pointed to the strange orb. Dende stared at him, then at the ball, then back to Cynenba again before he stared deeply into the ball, and found an ethereal Mr. Popo pounding on the inside of the ball, trying to say something, but no audible sound coming forth, trying to get out!
Dende couldn't believe it, yet there he was, well, his soul at least, trapped inside this glass ball that Cynenba gave him! He looked over to Cynenba who said, "A token of good faith. One way or another you can keep the orb. Work for me, Fat boy gets a new body right now. Say no, I send you to one of your friends, take possession of the lookout, and you can make a new body for the bloated lump of ugly yourself". Dende just stared. He never had to make such a deal, but he didn't know how to make Mr. Popo a new body, and besides. You can't put a price on friendship. Period. He looked up at Cynenba and held out his hand. " You've got a deal, Cynenba", Dende said with confidence. Cynenba smiled, reached out, and shook Dende's small hand in his own, which all but swallowed up the Namek's own. With a crack of glass, and a burst of orange light, Mr. Popo appeared standing on the cloud platform, as though he never had a scratch on him. He looked at Dende and sadly asked, "Dende. What have you done?"
The young guardian of Earth replied, "What anyone would have done. For a friend". Mr. Popo smiled sadly as he couldn't be angry with the youngster, which he wasn't. Dende gestured him over and he got back on the flying carpet. They both looked to Cynenba who smiled wickedly at them and said, "Okay, boys. We've got a lot of work to do. Can't stand around here all day now, can we", and with that he started to chuckle, building to a massive crescendo of maniacal laughter. Dark Knight took to the air, with the two friends on the carpet, flying back to the Lookout.
Hey folks, how'd you like that chappy, huh? This is my first actual fanfic and I hope you like it, till we meet again in "The Metal World of the Devil". See ya!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters, except for CYNENBA, "Harukan", and the Prometheus Star. So if any body gets on my case, I'll smite thy punk ass! You have been warned!
Earth was pretty peaceful, for the moment. This was something the young guardian of earth was certain wouldn't be lasting much longer if luck, as it was, kept leaning towards trouble. Trouble usually being some deranged super-powered villain with dreams of either universal destruction or universal conquest, or simple revenge against just about everyone who looked at them the wrong way. Dende sighed to himself as he looked down on the planet of his charge from high above on Kami's lookout. He had the old guardians walking stick in hand, a symbol of office as Dende saw it. His antennae bounced a bit on the morning breeze, which was warm and gentle against the skin. Dende loved the way warm morning breezes felt against his green skin and pink colored, thick leathery body plates. The young Namekian smiled slightly as the calm weather seemed to cheer him up, but just when he was about to go see what Mr. Popo had cooked up for lunch, he felt a painfully sharp feeling right between his eyes. He felt like someone had shoved a hot poker right through his face and then twisted the implement. He clutched his face as he cried out in pain and almost fell over the edge of the lookout, had it not been for a certain black skinned man with a turban and huge red lips who had been tending the garden at just the right time. Mr. Popo grabbed Dende by his cloak and then got a hold of his shoulder after he had dragged the young Namek about an inch or two backward to get some leverage, as well as something to grab that wouldn't rip. Dende fell backward into Mr. Popo's open arms and fainted dead away. The two dropped to the floor of the tiled floor of the lookout, Dende dumped into Mr. Popo's lap, and Mr. Popo with a very concerned look on his face. He shook Dende lightly to try and wake him up but nothing happened, so he shakily, yet firmly whispered into the young Namek's pointed ear, "Dende? Dende, sir, please wake up. Please wake up, I don't want to be left alone again". A small smile crossed Dende's pained and weary green complexion, and he whispered raspily, "Don't worry, dear friend. My time has not yet come. Now, could you please help me up?" A teary-eyed Mr. Popo helped Dende to his feet and helped the young Guardian to steady himself. He worriedly asked, "What happened, Dende?" The Namek youngster seemed to stare off into space and said, in a hushed tone of voice, "I have no idea Mr. Popo. I suddenly felt a presence so evil, so dark and warped, so.so.powerful.no, powerful does not even begin to describe what I felt. I have no words to describe, but whatever it was, it's out there", he suddenly looked up into the heavens, and then finished, "and it's coming to earth". Mr. Popo looked up in horrified awe as he suddenly felt something dark, something very much empty of good, and something yet familiar, but a strange kind of familiar. Like he was sensing something that he knew of, but that something was a combination of many things, also familiar, but none the less horrible even if these things were separate. He was about to inquire of the Guardian of what this new evil might be, when he felt the exact same presence that Dende felt just a moment ago. He didn't know how he knew that this presence was it, the one that Dende felt, but Kami help them all; he absolutely, positively knew it was the one.
It felt like it was write behind him. Not quite. The presence was actually fifty meters behind him, leaning against one of the columns of the canopy over the palace door. Dende and Mr.Popo both paled to a very unhealthy shade of they're normal color and stood in sheer, unadulterated terror. Their eyes wide, bodies trembling like they were about to fall apart, they turned around. It was so surreal they thought it was some terrible nightmare, or even a drug induced hallucination. Unfortunately, it was very real. Leaning back against the column, face blank, eyes closed, was Janenba. The two friends simply stared at the new arrival with fear and shock, wonder and denial. How could he be here? How could he be alive? How did he get here? "If you really want to know, come a little closer. Better yet, I'll come to you", Cynenba purred as he straightened up and floated toward them, eyes still closed, arms crossed over his chest, and head bent down a bit, face lowered to the ground. 'What the? How did Janenba know what I was thinking?', Dende thought to himself. Janenba uncrossed his arms, whipped his face up and growled, viciously, "How do you think, you little bastard? I'm telepathic!! Get a clue, you hermaphroditic brat! And my name is CYNENBA, now! Get it right!" Cynenba was just about to destructo disk the kids head off when he realized something: How the friggin' hell was he supposed to know of the name change? He was totally embarrassed, and the souls within him had different reactions. Cooler shook his head in disappointment at Cynenba's lack of culture and restraint, Majin Boo was laughing his head off, Brolly was threatening to introduce Boo's head to his colon if he didn't shut up, Radditz, Nappa, Freiza and Cell were trying to hold Brolly back, the Ginyu force were conversing with King Cold about the meaning of Hermaphrodite, and King Cold was blue in the face trying to come up with an acceptable answer, but at the same time not embarrass himself at the fact that he didn't know, but did have a sketchy idea. Android 16 was talking with Dr. Gero and Dr. Myu about how they felt about this merging business. Dr.Gero said in a gruff voice, "I find it fascinating, to tell you the truth, 16. Myu and I have found some unusual things inside Mr. Cynenba's head. Take this giant ruby for example". 16 never noticed it before. It was huge, as in bigger than him huge. It was blood red, and was a double pointed jewel that resembled a valuable jewel he had seen in King Cold's memories. Dr. Gero continued, "It represents a dormant ability, or abilities; we're not sure, but Myu and myself are convinced this is some sort of representation of the control protocols of the remote that Cynenba integrated earlier on the world of the Kai's. Plus, it also seemed to be a sort of sub-conscious memory, one telling of power that would make our dear host quite literally God-like". Android 16 looked over to the blue skinned scientist and got a nod of agreement for his colleagues' theory. Android 16 really hoped he didn't live long enough to see this new power that his host possessed, considering he had earlier learned why Cynenba had been created in the first place.
Cynenba had just finished drinking the Supreme Kai's blood dry, leaving a pale corpse behind. He reached up and grabbed Shingo's right arm, the one with the Prometheus remote clamped onto it, in his free hand and tore it off like so much wet paper. He proceeded to remove the sleeve from the arm with a retractable knife beneath his wrist, and then started to use the knife to remove the skin. He had no idea why he was doing this, but had a feeling that the voice from the void had something to do with it.
He heard a familiar voice say, "So true, my boy, so true". Cynenba turned around when he realized this voice was audible, not mental. The owner of the voice had presented himself, and Cynenba smiled when he saw the physical form of his master. Master? Wait. What the fuck?! He didn't have a master! He was his own master, damn it! The figure came into clear view, and Cynenba couldn't believe it. He was staring at what looked like a super charged version of the Grim Reaper; he was over twelve feet tall, and his outfit was a combination of flowing venerable robes and tattered ones layered over each other, trimmed in silver; Covering his exposed chest was dark gray-silver body armor with chain-mail underneath, on his feet he wore armor plated boots with needle-like points at the toe which just barely poked out from under the massive cloak he wore, and armored gauntlets on his arms, all bearing a medieval design style, and a heavy, skull shaped belt buckle to top off the look. His head was wide, but long as well and lizard-like, with a pair of horns sprouting from his thick cheeks, another pair just above his ear holes, and two more on the top of his head, making him look like he was wearing a crown, which was accented by his hair: like spun platinum, flowing like a gentle breeze, and occasionally crackling with electricity.
He snarled at the one, who was the source of the voice he heard in the void, and continued to dissect and disassemble Shingo's arm, and he still didn't know why he was doing it. He had managed to remove enough meat to remove the bones in the upper arm, eating everything he removed, and checking his work to see if there was a way to speed it up. The massive being said aloud, "just try pushing the disengage switch on the remote to remove it, foolish one, then you can nibble away to your hungers content". Cynenba felt like an idiot. He looked at the remote and touched two fingers to a small blue crystal at the wrist, causing the remote to pop the mutilated arm, or should I say, what was left of it, and fell to the ground. Cynenba bent down and picked it up, then he walked over to his "master" and held it out to him. The huge entity held up hand and pushed it away, saying, "No, this is for you. My ownership of the control unit expired the day my race passed into death, and I, into darkness". Cynenba was blank faced. He used to own this funny remote? The guy explained that he had put a mental command into Cynenba's head that would cause him to see out the remote, take possession of it, and integrate into his being. Cynenba asked simply, "How?" to the first and fourth tidbits of information that the beast standing about ten yards away from him had provided. The being answered, "Well, I, who you may call Harukan, will answer you queries. First, the synthezoid you merged with, Cane you called him, was built by me. That's right, I built Cane and sent him to you. The mental programming was a part of Canes programming, as well as his personality matrix. What can I say, I'm a very bad man. Damn brain, work right! Oh, sorry Cy, didn't mean to ignore you. To answer your second question, just place it against your chest". Cynenba did just that.
The remote simply sank into his chest, no pain whatsoever, and was reconfigured into Cynenba's machines elements. It tickled. Cynenba was going to ask about the remote itself, and who Harukan was, but he wasn't there. Just gone. Cynenba whipped around trying to find the strange being, but to no avail. He was just about to curse at the over-sized freak when his chest suddenly felt like it was on fire, and the pain was coursing from his chest into his spine, and up his spine into his brain. The pain was so intense that rational thought was out of the question, but animal rage surely wasn't. Cynenba started blasting everything in sight, blowing up hills, mountain ranges, rolling plains, anything to help him ignore the pain. But using his power only made it worse, and soon he was quite literally insane with torturous pain and endless rage. For hours, he suffered, like one of the poor condemned souls in the most horrible pits of hell, burning with fire and brimstone, freezing to nothing but a soul made of brittle ice, shattered by a wisp of a touch. He had had quite enough and powered up so much, the planet surface was a molten nightmare of scorched earth and lakes of magma, fire and blackened stone. Very much like hell. When Cynenba thought he could take no more, it stopped. Just like that. The pain stopped. He thought he would sure go beyond madness, for the bliss of freedom from the pain was so beautifully sweet, he almost couldn't stand it. He forgot to power down and fired a Ki blast straight down, totally atomizing the planet. After six minutes, he snapped out of it, and realized he knew everything about what was going on; namely who, and what, Harukan was, why he wanted Cynenba to have the remote, what it controlled, and even Harukan's whole damn scheme. "You know what?", Cynenba said to himself, "I'm almost beginning to like this guy, Harukan. Almost, mind you". He thought of a good place to "set up shop", so to speak, and then he smiled as only a devil can, and placed two fingers against his head, and used the instant transmission technique to get him where he need to go: Earth!
Cynenba really enjoyed that memory. Even the memory of that horrible pain. For because of it, he had the power to rule all the omniverse, the various souls that had resided within him, had merged into one, which had merged with his own dark spirit. Because of this, he could conquer not just this dimension, but others as well. Dozens, hundred, thousands, millions of whole dimensions would fall to him, and you now what? All that this Harukan guy wanted was for him to kill off one single race of geeks called the Hynakus. Easy enough. That whole race was a bunch of total pacifists now! This was going to be fun! They had left their formidable weapons from their warrior race days to rot in the void between galaxies long ago. Too bad on several counts; For one thing, all of their hardware was recoverable, and secondly, the Prometheus Star had just been ordered to absorb all of it. Wait, hang on, it did that last month! Kick ass, more play time! He realized that the two morons who lived on the lookout were still looking at him. Well, then. Time to play!
Dende was having a real crap ass day all of a sudden! First he had a migraine the size of android 18's breasts, and boy, now that was big! Second he was looking a very nasty, very metallic.hold on a second.metallic? You have got to be kidding me! Cynenba's arms, legs and chest were covered in what looked like some kind of gold colored cybernetic armor, plus he had a Majin Boo style head tentacle, which was also armor robotic looking. In addition he had black baggy pants, with gold embroidery and a leather belt with a gold dragonhead belt buckle.
What wasn't covered by the gold cyber-armor he was sporting, namely Cynenba's formerly pink skin, was now a polished, metallic, ocean blue, tinted with cobalt. His purple exoskeleton was missing, replaced by more gold armor, and with exposed circuitry just below the pecks and what looked like four stubby gun barrels under each arm. His shoulders were adorned in rather large shoulder armor, bulging near the stalk of the neck, covering up the bulge, then spreading out, with curved up blades at the tips, one on top, one on bottom, each like an animals claw. The shoulder armor were split open along the top, exposing thick layers of robotic "muscle cords", which seemed to pulse like a heart beat.
What was the most striking was the over-the-top crown/helmet he wore. Like the armor, it was gold too, but had a blood red orb embedded in the center of a pentagon shaped opening in the fore head of the helmet, which looked like someone had stretched it wide so the points touched the tips of Cynenba's eye-brow's. The orb had wires and tubes connecting it to the hardware in the helmet. What made the helmet over-the-top were the eight long fin-like horns decorating it. Two of the horns joined together just behind the forehead opening, sticking straight up, with the others, three on each side of the head, sticking out at various angles, each topped off with a bulging tip, with e sea-weed green emerald embedded in each tip, and smaller jewels running the length of each horn.
Damn, Dende thought. This friggin' make over must have cost an arm, a leg, and maybe the ass hole's balls (if he had any! HAHA!). He suddenly realized that even though all these changes were incredible drastic, Dende never noticed them until he really started to look at Cynenba. He was just about to make a rather rude comment about his own mental faculties when the armored demon dropped to the floor, shattering the delicate tiling like glass against an anvil, then started to stomp toward the near catatonic duo with a hideous look on his now blue, metallic face; A look of pure and absolute sadistic glee. His now golden tail was swishing back and forth, equipped with a nasty sword-like blade at the end, which was occasionally clicking on the tiled floor. Dende could swear it was clicking out a beat to a rather disturbing song he heard on the radio while visiting his friend Gohan at his house in East city last year. The song was "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson. That man was surely sick in the head. Watching the music video was even worse. It gave him nightmares for a month, for Kami's sake!
He was really trying not to think about that blasted video when Cynenba's eyes flashed green. This almost made Dende jump right out of his skin. He had zoned out to such a degree, he didn't even notice Cynenba when he stopped right in front of him and knelt down to look him in the eye. Even when he did kneel down, Cynenba was still taller than Dende by about five feet! "I hate being short!", Dende mentally complained, then chided himself for such ridiculous thoughts at a time like this. He had to strain his neck just to look at Cynenba's chin. He was hoping he didn't have to look the monster in the eye. No such luck. Cynenba tilted his head down and looked Dende right in the eye.
Cynenba's eyes were the color of seaweed, a thick, deep, glossy shade of green; so dark it was almost black. The iris of each eye was like the shutter of a camera; with tiny red dots glowing in the center, it gave his eyes a sort of "Terminator" feel to them. Dende looked like he going to piss his pants. Fortunately, he didn't, because if he did, he was sure that the metal monster in front of him would take the opportunity to slice him open like a melon. Cynenba suddenly quipped, "Not slice you open like a melon, shrimp. More like slowly sauté you over a gentle flame perhaps. Maybe with a little French wine for flavor, yes, yes, that does sound good. Some wasabi for some kick, and a sprinkle of olive oil. Superb. Now all I need to do is decide of the type of wine, red or white". He began licking his lips vigorously at the thought of roasted Namek, and sent these thoughts to Dende, who paled so much; he looked like he had just bit the biscuit right then and there.
Cynenba laughed like a demented maniac when Dende turned and ran, telling Mr. Popo to get away as fast as he could. Mr. Popo complied, by holding out his hands and saying, "magic carpet", making a flying carpet appear right in front of him and Dende, which slightly surprised Cynenba, who thought, "now that is a classic escape vehicle if I ever saw one". He started thinking about a rather ridiculous movie that Jeice had seen once; a movie called Clash of the Titans. One of the hero's escape methods had been a winged horse called Pegasus. That would have been a sight: Cynenba as he is know swooping into town on the back of a gigantic winged horse. He had just finished the thought when a flash of light off to the side got his attention. He was temporarily blinded, and the two would-be escapees stared back as something took shape within the light. Something with an enormous pair of glossy, raven-black bird wings.
When the light subsided, Cynenba, Dende, and Mr. Popo were looking at the biggest horse they had ever seen. The steed was big enough to carry beings twice as big as Cynenba, and had a very muscular build. Like it's wings, the horse's coat was raven black, but the main was like woven silver, sparkling in the morning sun. The massive stallion was saddled, and dressed in medieval dark gray armor. The bit and reins were decorated in glistening diamonds, the leather straps of the saddle looking like someone had hand washed them for about a month. It trotted up to Cynenba and stopped about a hairs length from him. It snorted freezing mist from its nostrils and looked at him as in waiting.
Cynenba thought, "Well, sure, why not?" He raised his hands to the stallion proud head and the beast nuzzled his face with its snout. Cynenba felt himself smile and openly say, "Okay boy, you want to have some fun?" The horse replied by beating it huge wings once, and bobbing its massive head. Cynenba chuckled to himself and went around the right side of the horse and lifted his right foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself up into the saddle which was also decorated as though for a king. "Just like me", Cynenba smirked to himself, and took the reins in his armored fists. He pulled the reins to the left, and horse complied immediately, and the horse and rider faced down the two friends. The horse started trotting toward them slowly, an almost leisurely pace. Cynenba thought that the horse was giving him some time to adapt to riding a horse, and gentle asked, "I appreciate the training walk, boy, but don't hold back on my account". It didn't. The horse reared back onto its hind legs, almost throwing Cynenba off, then took off running when all feet were on the floor.
It moved in a blur of speed, running so fast, it was like trying to see the passing breeze. Dende and Mr. Popo had just climbed on the magic carpet, when the horse and rider appeared in mid air about eighty yards from the lookout. The giant horses wings span must have been at least thirty feet or more. As the massive steed began to turn around, Dende could swear that the clouds had started to move with the horse. In actuality, they were. The armored rider was smiling gleefully, as the horse flew straight at the pair. He suddenly pulled back on the reins and the horse stopped. In mid- air the winged beast stopped, and simply floated in place, legs straight as though it was still standing on something solid. It actually was standing on something: supernaturally manipulated clouds. The cloud had followed the horse and rider, creating from themselves a somehow rock solid, gravity defying perch for the two. Which had a fairly level top with streams of stormy clouds swirling and twisting like a tornado, but moving much more slowly, forming the base and supports, which weren't really needed.
Mr. Popo looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and Dende wished he had used the can before he went outside today. So much for hygiene. He felt like he going to die, but got a rather unusual alternative. Cynenba pointed two of his clawed digits at the pair, then turned his hand over, and gestured to them to come closer. When he did this, they were teleported right beside him. They hadn't even registered the teleport until they saw the highly polished visage of Cynenba, smiling to them, in a surprisingly friendly manner.
He suddenly spoke up, his voice a soft, digitized baritone. "You know, I don't really know how I'm doing it, the creating whatever comes to mind thing, but I have to say, it's pretty cool. The horse here needs a name. Give me a good one, you get to keep your component molecules in cohesion. If you don't, well, you know". He continued to smile cheerfully at them, which unnerved them more then if he had been snarling at them. Mr. Popo stood up on the carpet and stuttered, "We.well.s-sir, h-how about b-b-b- black". Cynenba kept on smiling, but closed his eyes to consider it. He stayed like that for about five whole minutes, then opened his eyes at Mr. Popo, gave him a reassuring smile. Mr. Popo gave a very broad grin, triumphant in his success, and saving his friend and the guardian of earth, but Cynenba raised his open palm to Mr. Popo, but instead of Ki blasting him, the metal skin of his palm split open like a large eye, but what came out was like a cross between a snake's head and a very nasty looking spear tip; it was round and long, but with bony ridges and spikes along the length. A pair of magenta eyes flashed open, and the spearhead opened up, and screamed.
Mr. Popo didn't even have to time to contemplate looking afraid, for the spear shot out of Cynenba's hand and pierced Mr. Popo's chest, popping it like a balloon. It shot out through his back, taking him right off his feet. Dende looked on in horror as Mr. Popo's corpse was thrust through the cloud cover by the spear, and then flicked off like a pesky fly. Cynenba quipped, still smiling, "Good try, but no cigar". He turned his head ever so slightly to face Dende and said, rather calmly, "I won't kill you, but if the name you come up with isn't really, and I mean classical good, then I'm going on a world wide rampage. That is not a threat or a warning. It is a promise". Cynenba decided to give the kid a few moments to collect himself, snap out of his shock, and come up with the name, but got an answer almost immediately after the spear fully retracted and sank back into his hand: "Dark Knight". Cynenba's eyes popped open, and looked right into Dende's down cast face. He asked, "Excuse me?" and got a snarling, crazed and seething Namekian youngster bulging-eye looking right into his eyes, and screaming, "I SAID DARK KNIGHT, YOU MURDERING SON OF A BITCH!! YOU KNOW, THE NAME OF YOUR SO FUCKING IMPORTANT HORSE, KAMI DAMN IT!! THAT"S WHAT YOU WANTED WASN"T IT?!" Dende looked ready to leap off the carpet and tear Cynenba a new face. Cynenba was adamantly surprised. He was truly shocked. This kid had some serious balls, AND come up with a very sweet name for his new buddy. He smiled widely and asked his horse "Do you like it?" The horse whinnied happily and stomped its massive front left hoof into the ethereal platform with earth shattering force.
Cynenba pronounced, "I like you kid. No one has ever talked to my successors like that, and especially no one has ever talked to ME like that, which tells me you must have some serious watermelons in your pants, plus you speak what's on your mind. Because of that, you are now a part of my new empire, kid. Specifically, my new assistant slash personal servant. Be this for me willingly, and Mr. Popo will be made good as new, here and now". Dende almost leapt at the monster who murdered his friend over something so absolutely ridiculous as a name for his over grown pet, when the part about bring Mr. Popo back snapped him out of it. Bring him back? How? They didn't have the dragon balls! As if on cue, Cynenba raised his open hand upward, till it was level with his face, then spoke a few words in Latin. Dende had no idea what the hell he was doing, but got the answer when a glowing blue sphere appeared in Cynenba's hand, which he casually tossed to the mentally thrown around Namekian. Dende caught it, but almost dropped it. He looked to Cynenba with curious eyes, and Cynenba simply pointed to the strange orb. Dende stared at him, then at the ball, then back to Cynenba again before he stared deeply into the ball, and found an ethereal Mr. Popo pounding on the inside of the ball, trying to say something, but no audible sound coming forth, trying to get out!
Dende couldn't believe it, yet there he was, well, his soul at least, trapped inside this glass ball that Cynenba gave him! He looked over to Cynenba who said, "A token of good faith. One way or another you can keep the orb. Work for me, Fat boy gets a new body right now. Say no, I send you to one of your friends, take possession of the lookout, and you can make a new body for the bloated lump of ugly yourself". Dende just stared. He never had to make such a deal, but he didn't know how to make Mr. Popo a new body, and besides. You can't put a price on friendship. Period. He looked up at Cynenba and held out his hand. " You've got a deal, Cynenba", Dende said with confidence. Cynenba smiled, reached out, and shook Dende's small hand in his own, which all but swallowed up the Namek's own. With a crack of glass, and a burst of orange light, Mr. Popo appeared standing on the cloud platform, as though he never had a scratch on him. He looked at Dende and sadly asked, "Dende. What have you done?"
The young guardian of Earth replied, "What anyone would have done. For a friend". Mr. Popo smiled sadly as he couldn't be angry with the youngster, which he wasn't. Dende gestured him over and he got back on the flying carpet. They both looked to Cynenba who smiled wickedly at them and said, "Okay, boys. We've got a lot of work to do. Can't stand around here all day now, can we", and with that he started to chuckle, building to a massive crescendo of maniacal laughter. Dark Knight took to the air, with the two friends on the carpet, flying back to the Lookout.
Hey folks, how'd you like that chappy, huh? This is my first actual fanfic and I hope you like it, till we meet again in "The Metal World of the Devil". See ya!