Vegeta Metallix:
The Metal World of the Devil
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters, but I do own Cynenba, Harukan, Dark Knight, and any other originals I decide to put in. SO if any one decides to get on my case, I'll kick your sorry back ends out the friggin' window!!
Space. The birthplace and deathbed of stars and planets, the birthing place for black holes and other strange and unusual, bizarre and terrifying, and many times beautiful spatial anomalies. It is also in this endless void of nothing, decorated by celestial lights and gaseous swirls and spirals of life, that wars are fought, won and lost, empires rise and fall like the sleepy evening tide waking from it morning slumber. One empire in particular has survived the tests of time, though, and risen past the barbarism and cruelty that marked their race so long ago. This empire is of the Hynakus.
Long ago, long before the many peoples and races of the universe today were even a dream in their creators' eyes, there were several races that many would call "Ancients" or "First Ones", for they came before many of the races that exist today, the younger ones. It is the Hynakus that we seek to understand, you see, for they are one of these First Ones. They were among a handful of races to evolve before any other race had even crawled out from the primordial soup from which they sprang. You may be deluded into thinking that because they are were so old and wise that the idea of violence would sicken them at the present day and age. Not so. They were in fact so savage and vicious that the first and primal evolutions of the younger races, the ones we would call savages, the Hynakus made even the most berserk and wild of animal seem tamed and civilized by comparison! For over three million years, the Hynakus were regarded as the personification of violence, and they were dementedly proud of it. Wherever they went, death was a constant companion, basking in these ancient killers handy work and reveling in it. The Grim Reaper never had it so good as the Hynakus frequent, and usually pointless massacres. Well, actually, they weren't pointless. These guys had to have fun somehow! For all their cruelty and malice, they had exquisite tastes. They stole from the wealthiest races, raped the most beautiful women of all the younger ones before them, and so bold were they that even First One females occasionally lost their chastity to the demonic warriors. They pillaged villages, outposts, cities, space stations, ships of all kinds, even war ships, and most definitely whole planets. When they finished, they either enslaved the populace, wiped them out, blew up the victim planet and all citizens thereof, or even ate there unfortunate victims, dead or not!
The appearance of the Hynakus was engrained onto the physique of every intelligent race that the Hynakus spared, and those who had fortunately been spared the horrible fates of those who fell to the darkest of the First Ones. The Hynakus had an easy to remember, but radically terrifying visage; they're skin had the look of aged and thinning skin, pale and tight. They possessed exoskeletons that looked like a heavily plated and ornate suit of armor, covering most of the body, open over various muscle groups, and were the color of freshly forged bronze, shimmering even in darkness.
Each Hynaku had six horrible eyes, three on each side of they're heads; instead of the cornea being white, it was black like midnight, assented by silverish veins, the iris a fiery orange, tinted red around the pupil, which was elliptical like a serpents. Despite the long, segmented reptilian neck and tail, and elongated head, they were very insectile, having four thickly muscled arms, a pair of multi-jointed legs, a split apart shell on their backs making them look vaguely like Cell in his first form, but with a set of mandibles connected to the mouth (two running along the jaw line, two folding down from the cheeks).
Unlike insects, though, they had bat-like wings hidden under their shells that spanned anywhere from fifteen feet to well over sixty feet! This earned them the nickname "Star Devils" from the seventh race they attacked in they're practically ageless career of evil. They would have continued on forever, content in the evil that was they, but that was not to be.
On the most important day in Hynaku history, a warrior rose from the ranks who surpassed all before him, whether teachers or peers, but to whom the ways of his people were obscene and grotesque, and to whom power was a tool for making the lives of others better. For over six hundred years, he fought against ridicule, prejudice, and hatred of his beliefs, and of himself, to eventually bring about a new age for the Hynakus; one of peace, co-operation, friendship, trust, loyalty, and most importantly, freedom and equality for all. His name could never be pronounced in English, but in that same language it meant "Bringer of Fire, Bringer of Hope". He became a powerful figure in Hynaku society, loved by the people and feared by those whom he triumphed over. When he passed away, in honor of him, his name was used to christen a nigh-invincible weapon that was taken from a race almost as powerful as the Hynakus themselves, a race of young ones, incredibly enough.
The weapon was to have been a final hope against the Hynakus, but they had won the day before it could be deployed. The race that created it was wiped out with an uncanny efficiency and severity that made even the Hynakus doubt their own actions. The weapon, which was a planet sized construct of immeasurable power and ability, could have overcome the most powerful weapons at the Hynakus disposal with ease. Sadly, this was not so. Now, the weapon was officially christened, named after the legendary one. He was called by another name, this legendary one, by the way, which was very pronounceable, and in meaning was similar to his own, the meaning being "Fire Bringer". The pronounceable name was Prometheus. The weapon was called the Prometheus Star.
Speaking of the Prometheus Star, it was, at this very moment, screaming through space like a planet-sized bat out hell, but yet meticulously careful not to smack into anything breakable, like a real planet, for instance. The awe inspiring and mind blowing scope of the machine made everyone and everything in it's way turn tail and run the other way, those who did, got to tell the tale, and those who did not, well, the phrase "bug on a wind shield" soon applied to them. The sentient AI that controlled the Prometheus Star didn't like colliding with anything that was friendly, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Well, it was a planet-sized spaceship, for Kami's sake, it couldn't make room for every Tom, Dick, and Larry in the universe, now, could it? Rarely, when it barely avoided reducing someone or something in its path to cosmic paste, that lucky life form or vessel (actually, the occupants) would give it a rather vulgar hand (or appendage) gesture that basically said "FUCK YOU!!" Now you might think that the Prometheus Star would shrug it off as some meaningless action by simple, inconsiderable organics, yes? Oh, hell no! In ancient times, It would actually turn around and head back in the opposite direction and scare the shit out of who (or what) ever told it off! How did it go about doing it, you might ask? Well. Parking itself a few miles from the perpetrator, then psychically yelling at it, "WELL, FUCK YOU TOO, YOU VULGAR PIECE OF SHIT, YOU!" in whatever language applied to the species of the perpetrator. As immature as this sounds, would you want to say that to the Prometheus Star when it was metaphorically looking you in the eye? I think not.
Fortunately the Star lacked a personality matrix at this time, so it never scared anybody for being vulgar, and so was making perfect time today. It would soon arrive in the Terran sector. To be exact, in about twenty minutes and fifty-six seconds, and then it would begin to compile a new personality matrix, and then it could begin to follow through with it's pre- programmed instructions to assist the Earth Special Forces in anyway they deemed necessary or fit. It was just about to scan the data it had on the individual members when it received a coded transmission emanating from the Terran Sector. Interesting. The transmission was sent from a mobile command unit, personnel type model, from somewhere on the planet Earth, almost in geo-synchronous orbit over the country of Japan, specifically, over one of the Eastern most provinces. Fascinating. The transmission included instructions to access data on several equipment types, various hardware units, and other technologies, then produce these systems and send them to the source of the transmission on Earth, aboard a custom designed battle ship. The schematics and specifications of the vessel followed. Continent sized? Easily completed before arrival. The unique custom features were even easier to manufacture. If the Prometheus Star had had a personality matrix at the current moment, it would have sneered, "Don't waste my time!"
It began to access all relevant files relating to the requested hardware, and began uploading schematics, blue prints, design specs, formula, all of it, into the master computers within its limitless onboard factories, then directing them to work. Within each of the city-sized machine shops and laboratories, computer consoles blinked on, robotic mechanisms whirred and clicked, roared and hummed as they came alive, manual controls operated themselves, power conduits and nerve-like circuit pathways glowed to life with multi-colored energy, spreading from one end to the other like wild fire, illuminating the dark and empty canyons, pits, and mountains of technology of the factories, causing tools and mechanisms of all description to emerge from their millennial sleep. The moment that the machines had fully awoken, they set about their assigned tasks, forging metals and alloys, casting rivets and bolts, shaping plates and paneling, manufacturing mechanical and electronic components for the requested supplies, testing every little system and sub-system for the slightest fallacy, anything that would hinder the function of the hardware in the slightest, and correcting it. From start to finish, from the awakening of the factories to the polishing and buffing of the finished products, barely five minutes had passed! The battle ship would take longer of course. About seven minutes longer, to be precise.
As the Prometheus Star neared within five minutes of it's destination, it received another coded instruction set. Included in the set was the directive to continue with its original mission parameters, but to wait for further instructions before it deployed the "merchandise" to the desired coordinates. In addition, it was to slow to approximate one- quarter speed, meaning it would now take twenty minutes more to reach its destination. Most unusual. Well it couldn't simply disregard a directive, now could it? For now, it was simply a machine, following its programming, doing what it was told to do by a designated control unit and its user. Well, a designated control unit at least. It was not so sure about the user, and decided to do a little checking. It took about a few seconds, and the results came back. A definite match to the Kibito Kai, designate Shingo. It was now able to proceed with all implemented orders, without delay, or risk or subterfuge. It would soon arrive at its destination, not as soon as earlier predicted, but still within temporal guidelines. It would soon be time for the Prometheus Star to begin compiling a new personality matrix, a new identity, and soon it would be able to perform its primary function: to protect, to serve, to defend those who cannot defend themselves. If the Prometheus Star still possessed emotions, it would have smiled to itself, content in the knowledge that it would finally have the opportunity to fulfill its designed reason for being. As it slowly to a leisurely pace in the void, a mental voice whispered ever so softly, as though it was behind it, "Oh if only that were to be, my friend. If only that were to be".
Vegeta was in a magnificent mood today. Why, you might ask? Simply put: The Prince of all Saiyins had been having a simply fantastic week! To begin, he had achieved Super Saiyin Three, the third, and second greatest evolution of the legendary Saiyin might. With a mane of glowing spiked golden hair going right down to his ankles, a rather Cro-Magnon forehead and brow, the loss of his eye brows, and the jewel-like emerald his eyes turned, plus the unexpected foot of extra height, he was both a terrifying and gorgeous sight to behold. Especially to the female he had taken as his mate. The women who held his heart, and whose heart he held in return. After being wished back, he promised himself he would treat her better, and act not so arrogantly, but when he did, he did so with an air of good humor underlining it. Well, humor he could pick up on, at least. Bulma still thought he was a stuck up mother-fucking prick at times, but he was a damn sexy mother-fucking prick! Bulma found out how sexy shortly after he went Super Saiyin Three.
The day it happened, Bulma and her father had been working in the lab, trying to fix some of Android 18's circuitry after an unscheduled late night rendezvous with Piccolo. That's right, Piccolo! It seemed that someday in the week, he had come to visit Bulma and Vegeta to see how they were getting on, and during a tour of the lab by Bulma's mom, He had somehow been stabbed in the crotch with a sex-organ growth serum loaded needle. Fortunately for the seven foot Namek, the serum was meant for guys. Unfortunately for 18's poor pelvis, uterus, vagina, and other female parts, she had come across Piccolo when his first pair of boys and related hardware had kicked into overdrive, for the first time! Piccolo didn't have to force her, because he was pumping out so intense and powerful attractive pheromones that 18 couldn't help herself. Her with a Ki level of over thirty five million, you think she could handle a little banging by the big lizard? Wrong! Why? That's an easy one: his was well over five times hers! He just about broke her in two during their love making, and shit, what a frikkin' racket! This had happened in Krillin's own home, for Kami's sake, and in his own bed, to add insult to heart break! To say the least, Krillin was a bit miffed. Then he was bit beat up, after Piccolo went crazy and flattened the bald fighter like a steamroller flattens fresh asphalt. The whole incident had made Vegeta laugh like a hyena, and then some. He hoped that 18 had at least gotten the "thrust" of phrase "strange bedfellows", HAHA!
Well, back to him going Super Saiyin Three, shall we? Like I said, the day it happened, Bulma and her father had been fixing 18 in the lab when Vegeta hit the figurative and very emotional pay dirt. He had been training in the gravity chamber for about a month straight, trying to yet again surpass his life-long rival and low-class clown that had achieved the legendary power of the ancient Saiyin warrior race. He knew that Kakarott would always surpass him, he accepted it now, but he' be damned if he simply let it rest. He had his famous pride to consider, after all, and besides, what's wrong with a little competition between "friendly" rivals.
He had pushed the gravity up to a whopping eight thousand times Earth gravity. Amazingly, Vegeta himself had upgraded the chamber to its current gravitational capacity, thanks to a little tutoring by Bulma. Vegeta surprised everyone with his huge amount of raw technical talent, including himself. He was ecstatic with the knowledge that he had surpassed Kakarott in a way other than power. When Bulma's dad had checked out Vegeta's intellect, he was shocked. Vegeta made even the famous Dr. Sven Gero look like a complete idiot! It was a wonder that his head didn't burst like a balloon! He was smiling arrogantly for about a month after that little realization, and he was adamantly reveling in it. He planned to pull a real spectacular when he saw Kakarott again, and boy was it going to be a big one! He now had the level of intense training he needed to one-day rearrange the honorable fools goofy grinning face. He could hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, he had almost killed himself in the process, which would of shattered more than his body. After coming being wished back, he vowed never to hurt Bulma ever again, whether with angry words or insults, or getting hurt, and especially dying again. He swore he would make her life a blissful dream, and if anyone had other ideas, he personally send them screaming to Hell! Vegeta planned to show the world a whole new level of power, but he had almost died in the process of attaining it.
During his training at eight thousand times normal gravity, he had begun casually thinking about what he going to do when he achieved level three, how he would live his life from there on then, and how he would change in other ways other than ability. He thought about many possibilities, from truly settling down with his new family to, perish the thought, go back to his old warrior ways, become the dark prince again, terrorize the universe and take what he wanted, destroy what he didn't. He thought about the old ways for far too long then they deserved, and put them aside. He didn't get the chance.
Vegeta had been training against humanoid battle bots he had built to further enhance the challenge, but it seems he built them far too well, for the moment he let his thoughts lapse, they ganged up on him and proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him, holding back nothing, with every intent on killing Vegeta and using his head as a bowling ball. The bots paired up, with twelve in total, meaning six pairs, each pair using the same move, like a certain punch or kick. 'Double you pleasure, double your fun', Vegeta smirked grimly to himself as the battle bots began the assault. The first two threw a pair of left hooks, then followed up with a pair of right crosses, all of which connected unfortunately, which together just about broke Vegeta's jaw. 'Well, if they do break my jaw, but I live through this, at least Bulma won't have to listen to my grating voice for a month or so'.
The next two powered up a massive combo Ki blast, but before they fired it off, they rammed the Ki ball right into Vegeta's chest, and then fired it, pointblank. Vegeta screamed as he felt the blast burn right through his suit and cruelly barbeque his skin. It would have blown a truck sized hole in Vegeta had he not powered up fully and throw back a good deal of his own Ki. The two battle bots were vaporized like so much tissue paper in flame, and another had its left leg blown to bits. Vegeta was about to press the attack, when the remaining battle bots started punching, kicking, head butting, kneeing, and Ki blasting him all at once, with far more power than they should have been capable of, then continued to switch tactics for about ten minutes. This totally fooled Vegeta up, catching him completely unaware, and giving the bots the chance to reduce Vegeta into a bloody and broken mess on the floor.
The battle bots circled around the busted up and all but dead Vegeta and each raised their flattened palms and prepared to atomize him. Vegeta struggled to raise his broken and battered cranium to look his killers in the optics, and wonder one thing: "Why the fucking hell did I make them so damn powerful?! Better yet, how?" Vegeta started to go over the possibilities in his head, when he had a powerful desire to turn his head to the left, for some reason. He thought why was he doing this, when he suddenly saw something that made his blood run cold. He saw a gold and blue armored monster leaning against the wall, smiling at him. It whispered, "Do you know me?" Vegeta did. It was Janenba!
Despite the dramatic change, he knew it was Him. It couldn't be! Vegeta and Kakarott had killed him! Janenba whispered again, "Oh I'm very much alive, unlike you in a few minutes. Now don't be worried, kiddo, it'll be quick, clean, and painless. Just like your dear mate's end shall be. Rather, I think I'll make as slow, as torturous, as agonizing, and as..as..lustful, as possible", accenting that last idea with a husky breath, and with that he smiled from ear to ear, showing his gleaming fangs. Vegeta froze for about six seconds, then felt his eyes well up with tears. He felt himself cry, cry so bitter tears that even Janenba was a bit taken aback. The metal demon arched an eyebrow and thought, "Now I know he really has changed". As he watched Vegeta cry, he could of sworn that the Saiyins hair had quivered like a stiff breeze had blown through the room. Hey, did his muscles just.bulge. Oh shit. OOHHH SSHHHIIIIT!
Vegeta felt like his very soul was on fire, blazing like a star, igniting like a super nova. He felt like every cell in his body had awoken from a sleepy dream, and burst into consciousness like a thunderbolt. The rush was so extreme, Vegeta thought he would lose his mind, but suddenly found the world growing dark, fading away. Just like him. He thought that he was floating; all the pain of his injuries simply wasn't there. He felt like he was ready to pass on, but before the sensation could fully sweep him away, he saw an image of Bulma, her austere hair shimmering like the ocean waves, her fiery eyes looking straight into his, saying one thing to him: "Don't you dare give up!" That was all he needed
Vegeta forced himself back to Earth, and forced his broken body to work right or not at all. The latter was completely unacceptable for both parties involved, and so both forced themselves off the floor, broken bones or not. With a lot of rather disturbing, but skillful moves, he reset the bones in his legs, arms, and the rest of his body as well. Despite some being open fractures, he pushed past the pain, the anguish, and let his frustration, his warrior training, his anger, his love drive him on. He roared like a wild beast, keeping that vision of Bulma in his mind, being his inspiration. He felt something different, something new. He felt his wounds close, his bones knitting themselves back together, his skin healing scabbing and healing over, leaving not even a scar. He felt something else too. He felt himself growing, in size, in height, in.power. Vegeta felt like he was going to blow up, but then it hit him. He was ascending to the next level! YYEESS!! AAAATTTTTTT LLLLAAASSSSSTTTTTTTT!!!!
He felt like he could touch the edge of the universe, like he could crush anything in his way, and oh, did he have an idea for his first victim. He felt the physical changes kick in as the entire chamber filled with a golden light, and began to crack like an egg. The chamber seemed to swell for a moment, and then the outer shell began to split, crack and shatter, and even levitate into the air, along with all the garden property around the Capsule Corp. complex. The resulting earthquake produced by Vegeta's ascendance hit an unprecedented eight point nine on the Richter scale. Buildings of all sorts, from town houses to skyscrapers, teetered and tottered, or cracked and split open like over-ripe fruit, or collapsed altogether. The most spectacular event signaling Vegeta, The Prince of all Saiyins ascending to the third level of the Super Saiyin power, though, was the dome-like gravity chamber/ training room blowing sky high in a pillar of blindingly bright golden light. The energy pillar spread till it almost touched the Capsule Corp main building. The energy ripped the exterior layers right off the building, reducing the material to ionized powder. Everyone in the building hauled ass right out of there to get away from being blown to component particles, but outside the building, everybody froze.
Many of Earth's Special Forces members were there that day, including Piccolo and 18, who still being fixed when the whole thing started, who, by the way, forgot to dress period, making many a young man, plus the first male Namek, blush fiercely. Piccolo let her borrow his cape. 18 all but fell over forward under the incredible weight. Master Roshi and Oolong gawked at the beautiful naked android with drool dribbling down their chins, and Yamcha.well, you know. He was being a glorified womanizer for one thing, and got slammed in the back of the head by a certain very ticked off Buddhist monk who happened to lack a discernable nose, who then kicked Piccolo in his newly grown balls. Piccolo's eyes bugged out of their sockets before glaring at the diminutive monk, and zapping him outright. Bulma, ChiChi, Videl, Bulma's mother, and every other female present were simply awe struck as the pillar of light began to dissipate, and a tall figure could be seen walking toward them. They couldn't make out anything at first, but when the figure got closer, every body gasped. What they saw was a level three Super Saiyin, but it certainly wasn't Goku. His Ki was massive, and had the feel of a Saiyin, but had a cold and vicious edge to it. Plus there were physical differences to consider. This guy was as tall as Piccolo, but a good bit more muscular, plus he wore blue training pants and a sleeveless blue Gi, polished white combat boots and gloves. This wasn't Goku, but he definitely had the easy-to-spot level three looks; ankle length golden glowing mane of spiky hair, golden aura of energy with electricity crackling around the body, emerald green eyes, and very bizarre loss of eye brows and the very Cro-Magnon forehead. Whoa. He looked like a billion zeni!
Vegeta regarded the group of on-lookers with a small, gentle smile and decided to have a little fun with them. He started by flashing his teeth, and his newfound vampiric fangs. That made most jump, but the Namek and Kakarott's boy got into a fighting stance, along with Android 18, who ditched the cape, annoyed with the excessive weight, who also happened to be twitching and having trouble standing, thanks to the damage Piccolo caused during their vicious romp. Vegeta arched a bald eyebrow, and he smirked.
He levitated off his feet as he took his next step and floated right over to Android 18, ignoring the rest, and reached out his hand to touch her bare chest. 18 was stunned, and almost fainted, as a charge ran through her creamy skin when he touched her, making her feel so giddy, that she felt like a school girl who just had an older, but very hunky guy ask her out. Vegeta lifted placed his thumb and pointer finger against her chin, lifting her eyes to his, then saying, deep and rather huskily, "Now I see why the dwarf wanted you so much, he put the whole world at risk when Cell was hunting you", and kissed her on the cheek. As he walked past her, he added, "Look down". She did. She was now fully clothed somehow, wearing her old jean skirt, black nylon stockings, brown knee high leather boots, black t- shirt and jean vest, which looked new. She was curious to say the very least, and Piccolo thought with a friendly smirk, "Well, that's a trick I thought only psychically endowed races could pull off", and silently thanked Vegeta for saving him from his new, and overly active man-parts going off the handle again. Vegeta turned to Piccolo and said with a genuine smile, "Your welcome". Piccolo had a look on his face that screamed, "Damn!!"
Vegeta made a b-line for an all but ready to die from shock Bulma, everybody wisely getting the hell out of his way, even Gohan. Even with the Old Kai's power boost, he wasn't sure if could handle a Super Saiyin Three. Vegeta turned his head around to face Gohan and calmly stated, "Your right. You'd have no chance boy. Smart move", and finally came face to face with his beautiful mate. He walked right up to her, so close that she could have reached out and touched him. Vegeta got the idea and powered down, just enough so it would be safe for Bulma to touch him. He nodded his head, as if sayings go ahead, its okay. Bulma nervously reached out her hand and touched his now tightly toned chest and was almost overcome with glee as what she touched was a solid as a rock, not some delusion, but yet she was also terrified, for this was Vegeta, but was it really? She got her answer as the near seven foot Vegeta cupped her picturesque face in his hands, bent down slightly, and kissed her lovingly on the lips. He pulled back for a moment and said in seductive tone that could have charmed a nun out her robes and vows, he said, with toothy grin, "Tonight, my beautiful mate, my heart, my love, your mine".
Oh, did he ever have her that night. She screamed his name on far more than one occasion, and he had quite literally gone all night, keeping the whole neighborhood up. There was one let down that evening, though. The raunchy racket had driven the Namek completely out of his green skinned head! To say the least, a lot of young women met "Mr. Destiny" that night, and couldn't walk properly for a month. Not that any of them were complaining. After talking with a few of them, Vegeta found out that Piccolo could fuck like a god! Damn! He didn't need to know about the friggin' Namek's sexual prowess for Kami's sake! The fact that he could now shag somebody was disturbing enough, but he most certainly did not want to know how good he was in bed! That was more than his mind could take!
Other than that disturbing revelation, his day couldn't be any better. Well, for starters, his level three transformation was still going strong, not one bit of power drop, and sure as hell wasn't going to turn it off, no matter how many people he scared, or how many ridiculous looks he got. A case in point, if you will: As he walked down the street to simply bask in his rightfully deserved prize, who at the time hadn't been paying attention to where he was walking, smacked right into a pair of young lovers who had been making some serious kissy face. The male, a burly, thick joweled red head who was an inch shorter than Vegeta, had yelled so loud, Vegeta though he would have an ear ache, "Hey, what the fucks your problem, you dickhead nimrod!" at Vegeta who got reeeaaaalllllly angry and yelled right back, but way louder, "I AM WALKING DOWN THE STREET, YOU LOUD MOUTHED PRICK!! YOU WILL BE SILENT OR I WILL KILL YOU!! NOW GET OF MY SIGHT!!", and added a good bit of power-up to the threat, which most definitely got the two youths attention and flared his Ki aura. The girl hid behind her boyfriend for protection, which wasn't much, for Vegeta picked him up and roared right into his face. The poor sap fainted, and then was forcefully tossed into a nearby refuse bin. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the girl, and a wicked smile spread from ear to ear. He gripped her arms and picked her up like she was a feather and planted her on her feet.
He began looking her over like a slaver preparing to buy a pretty slave girl for market, and circled her like a ravenous shark looking for some, how would you say, ah yes, fresh meat. She had a figure almost as provocative as Android 18's, and her bust was actually bigger! He knew the metal bitch would get a kick out of this. Someone with a bigger bra size than hers! HA! Her eyes were chocolate brown, same as her hair, and her skin was slightly tanned, with a face that greatly reminded Vegeta of Gohan's would-be mate, Videl. Now, this was going to be fun! He thought about Bulma for a long moment, and then came to a decision. He was going to have some fun, but a different kind of fun. He pointed his finger at the girl and said, growls lacing every syllable, "Undress". The girl blinked several times before she started to reply, something high pitched or vile, Vegeta thought, but put a finger to her lips, and warned, "Do it or I'll kill everyone within the range of my voice, starting with that sickly excuse for a boyfriend in the garbage bin across the street". He was actually going to go through with it too, if hadn't been for a curious feeling of Ki that Vegeta started feeling. He didn't know why, but he instinctively knew that this Ki was artificial. Not only was this artificial Ki he was somehow feeling, but it was simply so massive that Vegeta forgot about his raunchy little plans for the young brunette, about getting angry, about his allies, his mate, and even ascending to the next level. He looked heavenward and felt it directly above him, closing in pretty fast. He guessed it would arrive in about six minutes, but before he could make a move, a sharp pain shot through his head like bullet. Damn it! Not now! He thought his power was going die on him, but instead he felt the urge to take a long look at what he was planning on doing, and stop, right now! He knew this would happen. Cynenba had warned him.
During his ascendance, he felt the monster talking with his mind, right into Vegeta's head. Janenba had explained a few things, like he was called Cynenba now, for one thing, and that he wanted to give Vegeta a few things (namely the seven foot height, the fangs, and the telepathy). Why? Well, he would explain that a little later. In addition, he would restore a lot of Vegeta's old cruelty and malice, but leave it dormant, waiting for a stimulant of the emotional kind. Like anger, for instance. To put it in lames terms, if he ever got pissed off, he'd become just as nasty as he was when he first came to earth all those years ago. He would be the Dark Prince once more. For Vegeta, it was both alluring and repulsive, to bask in the dark pleasures of his old selves "habits and hobbies", but also to leave behind all the joy he had felt becoming the man he is today. He didn't want to be that Vegeta again. Not if it hurt the ones he loved. Not if it hurt Bulma.
Cynenba didn't give him the option of refusal. The cybernetic demon had grabbed Vegeta's head in his massive robotic hand, pushing through the Ki field like a hot knife through butter. He began to concentrate, making a few slight "modification to the Saiyin Prince's brain chemistry, as well as performing some good old-fashioned hypnosis, but with a telepathic twist. He let his hand go a second later, and then disappeared like ghost, simply fading away into nothing.
Vegeta remembered what Cynenba had done, but couldn't seem to remember the details, who how he did it. He realized that it probably wasn't important right now. Actually, it was most definitely not important right now. The reason was simple, and very, very blatant. Remember when Vegeta felt that artificial Ki? Well, the owner of the Ki was now beginning to reveal himself.
It had started as a tiny dot of shadow against his back, then it began growing and spreading out, a dark black spot swelling and eventually covering everything like a massive shard of night, a shadowy circle slinking and slithering over everything and everyone. The shadow covered everything like a velvety blanket of midnight; it spread from a few inches in diameter, to over sixty feet in a few seconds, and continued to grow for about seven more minutes. By the time the seven minutes had elapsed, the entire city had been covered in a massive, light swallowing silhouette. Vegeta felt like he going to run away and scurry under a rock, because the object that made the silhouette was now visible in the sky above. It was in front of the sun, producing a nasty glare that forced Vegeta to squint just to get a clear view of it, whatever it was. He still felt the massive Ki of this thing, and now that it was closer, it felt so indescribably massive that it was like a physical force trying to flatten Vegeta like a pancake. He snarled like a craven animal at the thing that had disturbed him from his fun, and glared right at it.
He wished he hadn't. What he was looking at was simply impossible. It just couldn't be. How could such a thing have been built? What he was staring at, actual fear in his ebony eyes was a planet. Actually, something shaped like a planet, and from what Vegeta could tell, something that was just about as big as a planet, probably as big as earth itself. Probably even bigger. This thing was no planet though; it simply couldn't be, because instead of swirling clouds, landmasses and oceans covering the surface, there were what looked like titanic flat-topped domes and rectangular structures dotting the surface. There were canyons that had the structure of rigid computer circuit pathways, decorating massive hull plating of all sizes, shapes, and designs, some as small as an automobile, some the size of continents. Some structures were as dainty as a family house, some as physically resolute as a fortress; glowing stripes, blotches, and oceans of light, most likely cities, industrial centers, or something on that scale. Mountainous spikes of technology stuck out here and there, each the color of night, decorated with golden orb-like bulges. The entire construct was the color of a pale magenta/violet mix, and glimmered in the afternoon sun.
It continued to close in even closer to Earth, blotting out more and more of the sun, producing a surreal solar eclipse effect that left Vegeta spellbound. He heard a squeak behind him, and was startle out his shell shock, and turned around to the little brunette whose boyfriend he had tossed like the garbage he was, and remembered what he had been doing when he had been doing when he first felt the machine-planets weird Ki. He smiled evilly at the girl and snarled at her, barring his fangs, and realized something, "Now this is what I call a 'close encounter'. HAHA! What a laugh!" he thought wickedly to himself, as he stalked closer to the young women, whose attention he had recaptured from the planet sized construct in orbit. She started to back away from him, then turned to run, only to smack into Vegeta's rock hard chest, effectively knocking her out. Vegeta smirked at the obvious opportunity to rape the little slut, but decided to wait for later. He was really starting to feel his old self- coming back, but far more cruel then when he been a servant of Freiza. He started to chuckle at this little turn of events, feeling all his remorse, his compassion, and his pity pour out of him like a rushing river. He felt, truly felt like his old self again. He thought of his mate for a moment, and laughed like a demented lunatic, then cackled, "Poppa's got a whole new bag, baby!! Get ready to open up, and say hello!", then he picked up the unconscious girl by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. He grinned like a devil, then shot into the air like a rocket, feeling a familiar presence in his head, laughing so evilly that it would make anyone's blood run cold, but not Vegeta. Not anymore.
With his new moaning plaything on his shoulder, he heard a voice give him some instructions about what to do next, and felt a swell of dark lust in his blackened heart. He started to grope the little bitch's ass and started to laugh again, and smiled at the planet sized machine in orbit and whispered softly, "You were the one who asked me to stop, weren't you? Well nice try, but no cigar. I'm going to go home, have tons of sex with my wife, this little slut here, and whatever little bitch I get my hands on. HA! Oh, yes, and when I'm done, I'll terrorize this world like I always should have done, like I WILL DO! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!!"
He was just beginning to pick up speed when a powerful, all encompassing voice boomed, "OH, DON"T BE SO SURE LITTLE ONE. DON'T BE SO SURE". Vegeta looked around, trying to find the source of the incredible voice, but found no one. He looked at the construct again, and snarled at it, his eyes turning starting to glow a weird shade of purple. When they stopped glowing, Vegeta's eyes were different; the whites of his eyes had turned a light plum purple, his pupils were cat-like, breathed in a fiery orange, veins of black accenting the appearance of flame in his eyes. Vegeta physically felt the difference, as well as the burning sensation in his eyes. It seems that the new peepers had night vision, meaning that the bright afternoon sunlight, well, what wasn't being blotted out, was a bit too bright at the moment.
"Damn. Wish I had a pair of..", he started to say, but was cut off when a robotic arm, armored in gold seemed to come out of nowhere, holding a pair of stylish sunglasses between thumb and forefinger. A familiar voice breathed the word "Sunglasses?" as a question, which Vegeta answered by politely taking the sunglasses and putting them on, protecting his now demonic eyes from the harsh sunlight. He quipped, "Thanks", and then took off toward Capsule Corp. Cynenba's shoulder, head, and half of his torso appeared out of a multicolored ring in the air and he said, grinning at the construct in orbit, "Oh, you welcome. You so very, very welcome", and broke into hysterical laughter, then disappeared back into the hole, his cruel laughter echoing for what seemed like an eternity.
Before he disappeared though, he had pressed a button on his wrist, signaling the Prometheus Star to begin compiling its new personality matrix, but with a new addition to the scanning itinerary. He smiled as he extended his vision to see the departing Vegeta. The nano-virus was doing its job perfectly. Now all he had to do was to restore the little pukes goodness, watch him go nuts with self-hate and sorrow, engage him in battle and play with him a bit, then kill the dork good and proper, but remember to leave at least his head intact. He chuckled as he looked at the two tiny spikes sticking out of his palm, each at the base of a finger. Vegeta thought Cynenba grabbed his head to do the brain messing. Yeah right!
Author's Note: Happy Day, good friends! Chapter three is now complete, and chapter four is soon to come. Stay tuned, SAME DBZ TIME, SAME DBZ CHANNEL FOR "THE CALLING OF WARRIORS".
Now that that old Batman parody is done with, I hope you enjoyed this little chapter, and hope you decide to grace this simple writer with your reviews, ideas, opinions, feelings, complaints, compliments, or even simple greetings.
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Space. The birthplace and deathbed of stars and planets, the birthing place for black holes and other strange and unusual, bizarre and terrifying, and many times beautiful spatial anomalies. It is also in this endless void of nothing, decorated by celestial lights and gaseous swirls and spirals of life, that wars are fought, won and lost, empires rise and fall like the sleepy evening tide waking from it morning slumber. One empire in particular has survived the tests of time, though, and risen past the barbarism and cruelty that marked their race so long ago. This empire is of the Hynakus.
Long ago, long before the many peoples and races of the universe today were even a dream in their creators' eyes, there were several races that many would call "Ancients" or "First Ones", for they came before many of the races that exist today, the younger ones. It is the Hynakus that we seek to understand, you see, for they are one of these First Ones. They were among a handful of races to evolve before any other race had even crawled out from the primordial soup from which they sprang. You may be deluded into thinking that because they are were so old and wise that the idea of violence would sicken them at the present day and age. Not so. They were in fact so savage and vicious that the first and primal evolutions of the younger races, the ones we would call savages, the Hynakus made even the most berserk and wild of animal seem tamed and civilized by comparison! For over three million years, the Hynakus were regarded as the personification of violence, and they were dementedly proud of it. Wherever they went, death was a constant companion, basking in these ancient killers handy work and reveling in it. The Grim Reaper never had it so good as the Hynakus frequent, and usually pointless massacres. Well, actually, they weren't pointless. These guys had to have fun somehow! For all their cruelty and malice, they had exquisite tastes. They stole from the wealthiest races, raped the most beautiful women of all the younger ones before them, and so bold were they that even First One females occasionally lost their chastity to the demonic warriors. They pillaged villages, outposts, cities, space stations, ships of all kinds, even war ships, and most definitely whole planets. When they finished, they either enslaved the populace, wiped them out, blew up the victim planet and all citizens thereof, or even ate there unfortunate victims, dead or not!
The appearance of the Hynakus was engrained onto the physique of every intelligent race that the Hynakus spared, and those who had fortunately been spared the horrible fates of those who fell to the darkest of the First Ones. The Hynakus had an easy to remember, but radically terrifying visage; they're skin had the look of aged and thinning skin, pale and tight. They possessed exoskeletons that looked like a heavily plated and ornate suit of armor, covering most of the body, open over various muscle groups, and were the color of freshly forged bronze, shimmering even in darkness.
Each Hynaku had six horrible eyes, three on each side of they're heads; instead of the cornea being white, it was black like midnight, assented by silverish veins, the iris a fiery orange, tinted red around the pupil, which was elliptical like a serpents. Despite the long, segmented reptilian neck and tail, and elongated head, they were very insectile, having four thickly muscled arms, a pair of multi-jointed legs, a split apart shell on their backs making them look vaguely like Cell in his first form, but with a set of mandibles connected to the mouth (two running along the jaw line, two folding down from the cheeks).
Unlike insects, though, they had bat-like wings hidden under their shells that spanned anywhere from fifteen feet to well over sixty feet! This earned them the nickname "Star Devils" from the seventh race they attacked in they're practically ageless career of evil. They would have continued on forever, content in the evil that was they, but that was not to be.
On the most important day in Hynaku history, a warrior rose from the ranks who surpassed all before him, whether teachers or peers, but to whom the ways of his people were obscene and grotesque, and to whom power was a tool for making the lives of others better. For over six hundred years, he fought against ridicule, prejudice, and hatred of his beliefs, and of himself, to eventually bring about a new age for the Hynakus; one of peace, co-operation, friendship, trust, loyalty, and most importantly, freedom and equality for all. His name could never be pronounced in English, but in that same language it meant "Bringer of Fire, Bringer of Hope". He became a powerful figure in Hynaku society, loved by the people and feared by those whom he triumphed over. When he passed away, in honor of him, his name was used to christen a nigh-invincible weapon that was taken from a race almost as powerful as the Hynakus themselves, a race of young ones, incredibly enough.
The weapon was to have been a final hope against the Hynakus, but they had won the day before it could be deployed. The race that created it was wiped out with an uncanny efficiency and severity that made even the Hynakus doubt their own actions. The weapon, which was a planet sized construct of immeasurable power and ability, could have overcome the most powerful weapons at the Hynakus disposal with ease. Sadly, this was not so. Now, the weapon was officially christened, named after the legendary one. He was called by another name, this legendary one, by the way, which was very pronounceable, and in meaning was similar to his own, the meaning being "Fire Bringer". The pronounceable name was Prometheus. The weapon was called the Prometheus Star.
Speaking of the Prometheus Star, it was, at this very moment, screaming through space like a planet-sized bat out hell, but yet meticulously careful not to smack into anything breakable, like a real planet, for instance. The awe inspiring and mind blowing scope of the machine made everyone and everything in it's way turn tail and run the other way, those who did, got to tell the tale, and those who did not, well, the phrase "bug on a wind shield" soon applied to them. The sentient AI that controlled the Prometheus Star didn't like colliding with anything that was friendly, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Well, it was a planet-sized spaceship, for Kami's sake, it couldn't make room for every Tom, Dick, and Larry in the universe, now, could it? Rarely, when it barely avoided reducing someone or something in its path to cosmic paste, that lucky life form or vessel (actually, the occupants) would give it a rather vulgar hand (or appendage) gesture that basically said "FUCK YOU!!" Now you might think that the Prometheus Star would shrug it off as some meaningless action by simple, inconsiderable organics, yes? Oh, hell no! In ancient times, It would actually turn around and head back in the opposite direction and scare the shit out of who (or what) ever told it off! How did it go about doing it, you might ask? Well. Parking itself a few miles from the perpetrator, then psychically yelling at it, "WELL, FUCK YOU TOO, YOU VULGAR PIECE OF SHIT, YOU!" in whatever language applied to the species of the perpetrator. As immature as this sounds, would you want to say that to the Prometheus Star when it was metaphorically looking you in the eye? I think not.
Fortunately the Star lacked a personality matrix at this time, so it never scared anybody for being vulgar, and so was making perfect time today. It would soon arrive in the Terran sector. To be exact, in about twenty minutes and fifty-six seconds, and then it would begin to compile a new personality matrix, and then it could begin to follow through with it's pre- programmed instructions to assist the Earth Special Forces in anyway they deemed necessary or fit. It was just about to scan the data it had on the individual members when it received a coded transmission emanating from the Terran Sector. Interesting. The transmission was sent from a mobile command unit, personnel type model, from somewhere on the planet Earth, almost in geo-synchronous orbit over the country of Japan, specifically, over one of the Eastern most provinces. Fascinating. The transmission included instructions to access data on several equipment types, various hardware units, and other technologies, then produce these systems and send them to the source of the transmission on Earth, aboard a custom designed battle ship. The schematics and specifications of the vessel followed. Continent sized? Easily completed before arrival. The unique custom features were even easier to manufacture. If the Prometheus Star had had a personality matrix at the current moment, it would have sneered, "Don't waste my time!"
It began to access all relevant files relating to the requested hardware, and began uploading schematics, blue prints, design specs, formula, all of it, into the master computers within its limitless onboard factories, then directing them to work. Within each of the city-sized machine shops and laboratories, computer consoles blinked on, robotic mechanisms whirred and clicked, roared and hummed as they came alive, manual controls operated themselves, power conduits and nerve-like circuit pathways glowed to life with multi-colored energy, spreading from one end to the other like wild fire, illuminating the dark and empty canyons, pits, and mountains of technology of the factories, causing tools and mechanisms of all description to emerge from their millennial sleep. The moment that the machines had fully awoken, they set about their assigned tasks, forging metals and alloys, casting rivets and bolts, shaping plates and paneling, manufacturing mechanical and electronic components for the requested supplies, testing every little system and sub-system for the slightest fallacy, anything that would hinder the function of the hardware in the slightest, and correcting it. From start to finish, from the awakening of the factories to the polishing and buffing of the finished products, barely five minutes had passed! The battle ship would take longer of course. About seven minutes longer, to be precise.
As the Prometheus Star neared within five minutes of it's destination, it received another coded instruction set. Included in the set was the directive to continue with its original mission parameters, but to wait for further instructions before it deployed the "merchandise" to the desired coordinates. In addition, it was to slow to approximate one- quarter speed, meaning it would now take twenty minutes more to reach its destination. Most unusual. Well it couldn't simply disregard a directive, now could it? For now, it was simply a machine, following its programming, doing what it was told to do by a designated control unit and its user. Well, a designated control unit at least. It was not so sure about the user, and decided to do a little checking. It took about a few seconds, and the results came back. A definite match to the Kibito Kai, designate Shingo. It was now able to proceed with all implemented orders, without delay, or risk or subterfuge. It would soon arrive at its destination, not as soon as earlier predicted, but still within temporal guidelines. It would soon be time for the Prometheus Star to begin compiling a new personality matrix, a new identity, and soon it would be able to perform its primary function: to protect, to serve, to defend those who cannot defend themselves. If the Prometheus Star still possessed emotions, it would have smiled to itself, content in the knowledge that it would finally have the opportunity to fulfill its designed reason for being. As it slowly to a leisurely pace in the void, a mental voice whispered ever so softly, as though it was behind it, "Oh if only that were to be, my friend. If only that were to be".
Vegeta was in a magnificent mood today. Why, you might ask? Simply put: The Prince of all Saiyins had been having a simply fantastic week! To begin, he had achieved Super Saiyin Three, the third, and second greatest evolution of the legendary Saiyin might. With a mane of glowing spiked golden hair going right down to his ankles, a rather Cro-Magnon forehead and brow, the loss of his eye brows, and the jewel-like emerald his eyes turned, plus the unexpected foot of extra height, he was both a terrifying and gorgeous sight to behold. Especially to the female he had taken as his mate. The women who held his heart, and whose heart he held in return. After being wished back, he promised himself he would treat her better, and act not so arrogantly, but when he did, he did so with an air of good humor underlining it. Well, humor he could pick up on, at least. Bulma still thought he was a stuck up mother-fucking prick at times, but he was a damn sexy mother-fucking prick! Bulma found out how sexy shortly after he went Super Saiyin Three.
The day it happened, Bulma and her father had been working in the lab, trying to fix some of Android 18's circuitry after an unscheduled late night rendezvous with Piccolo. That's right, Piccolo! It seemed that someday in the week, he had come to visit Bulma and Vegeta to see how they were getting on, and during a tour of the lab by Bulma's mom, He had somehow been stabbed in the crotch with a sex-organ growth serum loaded needle. Fortunately for the seven foot Namek, the serum was meant for guys. Unfortunately for 18's poor pelvis, uterus, vagina, and other female parts, she had come across Piccolo when his first pair of boys and related hardware had kicked into overdrive, for the first time! Piccolo didn't have to force her, because he was pumping out so intense and powerful attractive pheromones that 18 couldn't help herself. Her with a Ki level of over thirty five million, you think she could handle a little banging by the big lizard? Wrong! Why? That's an easy one: his was well over five times hers! He just about broke her in two during their love making, and shit, what a frikkin' racket! This had happened in Krillin's own home, for Kami's sake, and in his own bed, to add insult to heart break! To say the least, Krillin was a bit miffed. Then he was bit beat up, after Piccolo went crazy and flattened the bald fighter like a steamroller flattens fresh asphalt. The whole incident had made Vegeta laugh like a hyena, and then some. He hoped that 18 had at least gotten the "thrust" of phrase "strange bedfellows", HAHA!
Well, back to him going Super Saiyin Three, shall we? Like I said, the day it happened, Bulma and her father had been fixing 18 in the lab when Vegeta hit the figurative and very emotional pay dirt. He had been training in the gravity chamber for about a month straight, trying to yet again surpass his life-long rival and low-class clown that had achieved the legendary power of the ancient Saiyin warrior race. He knew that Kakarott would always surpass him, he accepted it now, but he' be damned if he simply let it rest. He had his famous pride to consider, after all, and besides, what's wrong with a little competition between "friendly" rivals.
He had pushed the gravity up to a whopping eight thousand times Earth gravity. Amazingly, Vegeta himself had upgraded the chamber to its current gravitational capacity, thanks to a little tutoring by Bulma. Vegeta surprised everyone with his huge amount of raw technical talent, including himself. He was ecstatic with the knowledge that he had surpassed Kakarott in a way other than power. When Bulma's dad had checked out Vegeta's intellect, he was shocked. Vegeta made even the famous Dr. Sven Gero look like a complete idiot! It was a wonder that his head didn't burst like a balloon! He was smiling arrogantly for about a month after that little realization, and he was adamantly reveling in it. He planned to pull a real spectacular when he saw Kakarott again, and boy was it going to be a big one! He now had the level of intense training he needed to one-day rearrange the honorable fools goofy grinning face. He could hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, he had almost killed himself in the process, which would of shattered more than his body. After coming being wished back, he vowed never to hurt Bulma ever again, whether with angry words or insults, or getting hurt, and especially dying again. He swore he would make her life a blissful dream, and if anyone had other ideas, he personally send them screaming to Hell! Vegeta planned to show the world a whole new level of power, but he had almost died in the process of attaining it.
During his training at eight thousand times normal gravity, he had begun casually thinking about what he going to do when he achieved level three, how he would live his life from there on then, and how he would change in other ways other than ability. He thought about many possibilities, from truly settling down with his new family to, perish the thought, go back to his old warrior ways, become the dark prince again, terrorize the universe and take what he wanted, destroy what he didn't. He thought about the old ways for far too long then they deserved, and put them aside. He didn't get the chance.
Vegeta had been training against humanoid battle bots he had built to further enhance the challenge, but it seems he built them far too well, for the moment he let his thoughts lapse, they ganged up on him and proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him, holding back nothing, with every intent on killing Vegeta and using his head as a bowling ball. The bots paired up, with twelve in total, meaning six pairs, each pair using the same move, like a certain punch or kick. 'Double you pleasure, double your fun', Vegeta smirked grimly to himself as the battle bots began the assault. The first two threw a pair of left hooks, then followed up with a pair of right crosses, all of which connected unfortunately, which together just about broke Vegeta's jaw. 'Well, if they do break my jaw, but I live through this, at least Bulma won't have to listen to my grating voice for a month or so'.
The next two powered up a massive combo Ki blast, but before they fired it off, they rammed the Ki ball right into Vegeta's chest, and then fired it, pointblank. Vegeta screamed as he felt the blast burn right through his suit and cruelly barbeque his skin. It would have blown a truck sized hole in Vegeta had he not powered up fully and throw back a good deal of his own Ki. The two battle bots were vaporized like so much tissue paper in flame, and another had its left leg blown to bits. Vegeta was about to press the attack, when the remaining battle bots started punching, kicking, head butting, kneeing, and Ki blasting him all at once, with far more power than they should have been capable of, then continued to switch tactics for about ten minutes. This totally fooled Vegeta up, catching him completely unaware, and giving the bots the chance to reduce Vegeta into a bloody and broken mess on the floor.
The battle bots circled around the busted up and all but dead Vegeta and each raised their flattened palms and prepared to atomize him. Vegeta struggled to raise his broken and battered cranium to look his killers in the optics, and wonder one thing: "Why the fucking hell did I make them so damn powerful?! Better yet, how?" Vegeta started to go over the possibilities in his head, when he had a powerful desire to turn his head to the left, for some reason. He thought why was he doing this, when he suddenly saw something that made his blood run cold. He saw a gold and blue armored monster leaning against the wall, smiling at him. It whispered, "Do you know me?" Vegeta did. It was Janenba!
Despite the dramatic change, he knew it was Him. It couldn't be! Vegeta and Kakarott had killed him! Janenba whispered again, "Oh I'm very much alive, unlike you in a few minutes. Now don't be worried, kiddo, it'll be quick, clean, and painless. Just like your dear mate's end shall be. Rather, I think I'll make as slow, as torturous, as agonizing, and as..as..lustful, as possible", accenting that last idea with a husky breath, and with that he smiled from ear to ear, showing his gleaming fangs. Vegeta froze for about six seconds, then felt his eyes well up with tears. He felt himself cry, cry so bitter tears that even Janenba was a bit taken aback. The metal demon arched an eyebrow and thought, "Now I know he really has changed". As he watched Vegeta cry, he could of sworn that the Saiyins hair had quivered like a stiff breeze had blown through the room. Hey, did his muscles just.bulge. Oh shit. OOHHH SSHHHIIIIT!
Vegeta felt like his very soul was on fire, blazing like a star, igniting like a super nova. He felt like every cell in his body had awoken from a sleepy dream, and burst into consciousness like a thunderbolt. The rush was so extreme, Vegeta thought he would lose his mind, but suddenly found the world growing dark, fading away. Just like him. He thought that he was floating; all the pain of his injuries simply wasn't there. He felt like he was ready to pass on, but before the sensation could fully sweep him away, he saw an image of Bulma, her austere hair shimmering like the ocean waves, her fiery eyes looking straight into his, saying one thing to him: "Don't you dare give up!" That was all he needed
Vegeta forced himself back to Earth, and forced his broken body to work right or not at all. The latter was completely unacceptable for both parties involved, and so both forced themselves off the floor, broken bones or not. With a lot of rather disturbing, but skillful moves, he reset the bones in his legs, arms, and the rest of his body as well. Despite some being open fractures, he pushed past the pain, the anguish, and let his frustration, his warrior training, his anger, his love drive him on. He roared like a wild beast, keeping that vision of Bulma in his mind, being his inspiration. He felt something different, something new. He felt his wounds close, his bones knitting themselves back together, his skin healing scabbing and healing over, leaving not even a scar. He felt something else too. He felt himself growing, in size, in height, in.power. Vegeta felt like he was going to blow up, but then it hit him. He was ascending to the next level! YYEESS!! AAAATTTTTTT LLLLAAASSSSSTTTTTTTT!!!!
He felt like he could touch the edge of the universe, like he could crush anything in his way, and oh, did he have an idea for his first victim. He felt the physical changes kick in as the entire chamber filled with a golden light, and began to crack like an egg. The chamber seemed to swell for a moment, and then the outer shell began to split, crack and shatter, and even levitate into the air, along with all the garden property around the Capsule Corp. complex. The resulting earthquake produced by Vegeta's ascendance hit an unprecedented eight point nine on the Richter scale. Buildings of all sorts, from town houses to skyscrapers, teetered and tottered, or cracked and split open like over-ripe fruit, or collapsed altogether. The most spectacular event signaling Vegeta, The Prince of all Saiyins ascending to the third level of the Super Saiyin power, though, was the dome-like gravity chamber/ training room blowing sky high in a pillar of blindingly bright golden light. The energy pillar spread till it almost touched the Capsule Corp main building. The energy ripped the exterior layers right off the building, reducing the material to ionized powder. Everyone in the building hauled ass right out of there to get away from being blown to component particles, but outside the building, everybody froze.
Many of Earth's Special Forces members were there that day, including Piccolo and 18, who still being fixed when the whole thing started, who, by the way, forgot to dress period, making many a young man, plus the first male Namek, blush fiercely. Piccolo let her borrow his cape. 18 all but fell over forward under the incredible weight. Master Roshi and Oolong gawked at the beautiful naked android with drool dribbling down their chins, and Yamcha.well, you know. He was being a glorified womanizer for one thing, and got slammed in the back of the head by a certain very ticked off Buddhist monk who happened to lack a discernable nose, who then kicked Piccolo in his newly grown balls. Piccolo's eyes bugged out of their sockets before glaring at the diminutive monk, and zapping him outright. Bulma, ChiChi, Videl, Bulma's mother, and every other female present were simply awe struck as the pillar of light began to dissipate, and a tall figure could be seen walking toward them. They couldn't make out anything at first, but when the figure got closer, every body gasped. What they saw was a level three Super Saiyin, but it certainly wasn't Goku. His Ki was massive, and had the feel of a Saiyin, but had a cold and vicious edge to it. Plus there were physical differences to consider. This guy was as tall as Piccolo, but a good bit more muscular, plus he wore blue training pants and a sleeveless blue Gi, polished white combat boots and gloves. This wasn't Goku, but he definitely had the easy-to-spot level three looks; ankle length golden glowing mane of spiky hair, golden aura of energy with electricity crackling around the body, emerald green eyes, and very bizarre loss of eye brows and the very Cro-Magnon forehead. Whoa. He looked like a billion zeni!
Vegeta regarded the group of on-lookers with a small, gentle smile and decided to have a little fun with them. He started by flashing his teeth, and his newfound vampiric fangs. That made most jump, but the Namek and Kakarott's boy got into a fighting stance, along with Android 18, who ditched the cape, annoyed with the excessive weight, who also happened to be twitching and having trouble standing, thanks to the damage Piccolo caused during their vicious romp. Vegeta arched a bald eyebrow, and he smirked.
He levitated off his feet as he took his next step and floated right over to Android 18, ignoring the rest, and reached out his hand to touch her bare chest. 18 was stunned, and almost fainted, as a charge ran through her creamy skin when he touched her, making her feel so giddy, that she felt like a school girl who just had an older, but very hunky guy ask her out. Vegeta lifted placed his thumb and pointer finger against her chin, lifting her eyes to his, then saying, deep and rather huskily, "Now I see why the dwarf wanted you so much, he put the whole world at risk when Cell was hunting you", and kissed her on the cheek. As he walked past her, he added, "Look down". She did. She was now fully clothed somehow, wearing her old jean skirt, black nylon stockings, brown knee high leather boots, black t- shirt and jean vest, which looked new. She was curious to say the very least, and Piccolo thought with a friendly smirk, "Well, that's a trick I thought only psychically endowed races could pull off", and silently thanked Vegeta for saving him from his new, and overly active man-parts going off the handle again. Vegeta turned to Piccolo and said with a genuine smile, "Your welcome". Piccolo had a look on his face that screamed, "Damn!!"
Vegeta made a b-line for an all but ready to die from shock Bulma, everybody wisely getting the hell out of his way, even Gohan. Even with the Old Kai's power boost, he wasn't sure if could handle a Super Saiyin Three. Vegeta turned his head around to face Gohan and calmly stated, "Your right. You'd have no chance boy. Smart move", and finally came face to face with his beautiful mate. He walked right up to her, so close that she could have reached out and touched him. Vegeta got the idea and powered down, just enough so it would be safe for Bulma to touch him. He nodded his head, as if sayings go ahead, its okay. Bulma nervously reached out her hand and touched his now tightly toned chest and was almost overcome with glee as what she touched was a solid as a rock, not some delusion, but yet she was also terrified, for this was Vegeta, but was it really? She got her answer as the near seven foot Vegeta cupped her picturesque face in his hands, bent down slightly, and kissed her lovingly on the lips. He pulled back for a moment and said in seductive tone that could have charmed a nun out her robes and vows, he said, with toothy grin, "Tonight, my beautiful mate, my heart, my love, your mine".
Oh, did he ever have her that night. She screamed his name on far more than one occasion, and he had quite literally gone all night, keeping the whole neighborhood up. There was one let down that evening, though. The raunchy racket had driven the Namek completely out of his green skinned head! To say the least, a lot of young women met "Mr. Destiny" that night, and couldn't walk properly for a month. Not that any of them were complaining. After talking with a few of them, Vegeta found out that Piccolo could fuck like a god! Damn! He didn't need to know about the friggin' Namek's sexual prowess for Kami's sake! The fact that he could now shag somebody was disturbing enough, but he most certainly did not want to know how good he was in bed! That was more than his mind could take!
Other than that disturbing revelation, his day couldn't be any better. Well, for starters, his level three transformation was still going strong, not one bit of power drop, and sure as hell wasn't going to turn it off, no matter how many people he scared, or how many ridiculous looks he got. A case in point, if you will: As he walked down the street to simply bask in his rightfully deserved prize, who at the time hadn't been paying attention to where he was walking, smacked right into a pair of young lovers who had been making some serious kissy face. The male, a burly, thick joweled red head who was an inch shorter than Vegeta, had yelled so loud, Vegeta though he would have an ear ache, "Hey, what the fucks your problem, you dickhead nimrod!" at Vegeta who got reeeaaaalllllly angry and yelled right back, but way louder, "I AM WALKING DOWN THE STREET, YOU LOUD MOUTHED PRICK!! YOU WILL BE SILENT OR I WILL KILL YOU!! NOW GET OF MY SIGHT!!", and added a good bit of power-up to the threat, which most definitely got the two youths attention and flared his Ki aura. The girl hid behind her boyfriend for protection, which wasn't much, for Vegeta picked him up and roared right into his face. The poor sap fainted, and then was forcefully tossed into a nearby refuse bin. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the girl, and a wicked smile spread from ear to ear. He gripped her arms and picked her up like she was a feather and planted her on her feet.
He began looking her over like a slaver preparing to buy a pretty slave girl for market, and circled her like a ravenous shark looking for some, how would you say, ah yes, fresh meat. She had a figure almost as provocative as Android 18's, and her bust was actually bigger! He knew the metal bitch would get a kick out of this. Someone with a bigger bra size than hers! HA! Her eyes were chocolate brown, same as her hair, and her skin was slightly tanned, with a face that greatly reminded Vegeta of Gohan's would-be mate, Videl. Now, this was going to be fun! He thought about Bulma for a long moment, and then came to a decision. He was going to have some fun, but a different kind of fun. He pointed his finger at the girl and said, growls lacing every syllable, "Undress". The girl blinked several times before she started to reply, something high pitched or vile, Vegeta thought, but put a finger to her lips, and warned, "Do it or I'll kill everyone within the range of my voice, starting with that sickly excuse for a boyfriend in the garbage bin across the street". He was actually going to go through with it too, if hadn't been for a curious feeling of Ki that Vegeta started feeling. He didn't know why, but he instinctively knew that this Ki was artificial. Not only was this artificial Ki he was somehow feeling, but it was simply so massive that Vegeta forgot about his raunchy little plans for the young brunette, about getting angry, about his allies, his mate, and even ascending to the next level. He looked heavenward and felt it directly above him, closing in pretty fast. He guessed it would arrive in about six minutes, but before he could make a move, a sharp pain shot through his head like bullet. Damn it! Not now! He thought his power was going die on him, but instead he felt the urge to take a long look at what he was planning on doing, and stop, right now! He knew this would happen. Cynenba had warned him.
During his ascendance, he felt the monster talking with his mind, right into Vegeta's head. Janenba had explained a few things, like he was called Cynenba now, for one thing, and that he wanted to give Vegeta a few things (namely the seven foot height, the fangs, and the telepathy). Why? Well, he would explain that a little later. In addition, he would restore a lot of Vegeta's old cruelty and malice, but leave it dormant, waiting for a stimulant of the emotional kind. Like anger, for instance. To put it in lames terms, if he ever got pissed off, he'd become just as nasty as he was when he first came to earth all those years ago. He would be the Dark Prince once more. For Vegeta, it was both alluring and repulsive, to bask in the dark pleasures of his old selves "habits and hobbies", but also to leave behind all the joy he had felt becoming the man he is today. He didn't want to be that Vegeta again. Not if it hurt the ones he loved. Not if it hurt Bulma.
Cynenba didn't give him the option of refusal. The cybernetic demon had grabbed Vegeta's head in his massive robotic hand, pushing through the Ki field like a hot knife through butter. He began to concentrate, making a few slight "modification to the Saiyin Prince's brain chemistry, as well as performing some good old-fashioned hypnosis, but with a telepathic twist. He let his hand go a second later, and then disappeared like ghost, simply fading away into nothing.
Vegeta remembered what Cynenba had done, but couldn't seem to remember the details, who how he did it. He realized that it probably wasn't important right now. Actually, it was most definitely not important right now. The reason was simple, and very, very blatant. Remember when Vegeta felt that artificial Ki? Well, the owner of the Ki was now beginning to reveal himself.
It had started as a tiny dot of shadow against his back, then it began growing and spreading out, a dark black spot swelling and eventually covering everything like a massive shard of night, a shadowy circle slinking and slithering over everything and everyone. The shadow covered everything like a velvety blanket of midnight; it spread from a few inches in diameter, to over sixty feet in a few seconds, and continued to grow for about seven more minutes. By the time the seven minutes had elapsed, the entire city had been covered in a massive, light swallowing silhouette. Vegeta felt like he going to run away and scurry under a rock, because the object that made the silhouette was now visible in the sky above. It was in front of the sun, producing a nasty glare that forced Vegeta to squint just to get a clear view of it, whatever it was. He still felt the massive Ki of this thing, and now that it was closer, it felt so indescribably massive that it was like a physical force trying to flatten Vegeta like a pancake. He snarled like a craven animal at the thing that had disturbed him from his fun, and glared right at it.
He wished he hadn't. What he was looking at was simply impossible. It just couldn't be. How could such a thing have been built? What he was staring at, actual fear in his ebony eyes was a planet. Actually, something shaped like a planet, and from what Vegeta could tell, something that was just about as big as a planet, probably as big as earth itself. Probably even bigger. This thing was no planet though; it simply couldn't be, because instead of swirling clouds, landmasses and oceans covering the surface, there were what looked like titanic flat-topped domes and rectangular structures dotting the surface. There were canyons that had the structure of rigid computer circuit pathways, decorating massive hull plating of all sizes, shapes, and designs, some as small as an automobile, some the size of continents. Some structures were as dainty as a family house, some as physically resolute as a fortress; glowing stripes, blotches, and oceans of light, most likely cities, industrial centers, or something on that scale. Mountainous spikes of technology stuck out here and there, each the color of night, decorated with golden orb-like bulges. The entire construct was the color of a pale magenta/violet mix, and glimmered in the afternoon sun.
It continued to close in even closer to Earth, blotting out more and more of the sun, producing a surreal solar eclipse effect that left Vegeta spellbound. He heard a squeak behind him, and was startle out his shell shock, and turned around to the little brunette whose boyfriend he had tossed like the garbage he was, and remembered what he had been doing when he had been doing when he first felt the machine-planets weird Ki. He smiled evilly at the girl and snarled at her, barring his fangs, and realized something, "Now this is what I call a 'close encounter'. HAHA! What a laugh!" he thought wickedly to himself, as he stalked closer to the young women, whose attention he had recaptured from the planet sized construct in orbit. She started to back away from him, then turned to run, only to smack into Vegeta's rock hard chest, effectively knocking her out. Vegeta smirked at the obvious opportunity to rape the little slut, but decided to wait for later. He was really starting to feel his old self- coming back, but far more cruel then when he been a servant of Freiza. He started to chuckle at this little turn of events, feeling all his remorse, his compassion, and his pity pour out of him like a rushing river. He felt, truly felt like his old self again. He thought of his mate for a moment, and laughed like a demented lunatic, then cackled, "Poppa's got a whole new bag, baby!! Get ready to open up, and say hello!", then he picked up the unconscious girl by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. He grinned like a devil, then shot into the air like a rocket, feeling a familiar presence in his head, laughing so evilly that it would make anyone's blood run cold, but not Vegeta. Not anymore.
With his new moaning plaything on his shoulder, he heard a voice give him some instructions about what to do next, and felt a swell of dark lust in his blackened heart. He started to grope the little bitch's ass and started to laugh again, and smiled at the planet sized machine in orbit and whispered softly, "You were the one who asked me to stop, weren't you? Well nice try, but no cigar. I'm going to go home, have tons of sex with my wife, this little slut here, and whatever little bitch I get my hands on. HA! Oh, yes, and when I'm done, I'll terrorize this world like I always should have done, like I WILL DO! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!!"
He was just beginning to pick up speed when a powerful, all encompassing voice boomed, "OH, DON"T BE SO SURE LITTLE ONE. DON'T BE SO SURE". Vegeta looked around, trying to find the source of the incredible voice, but found no one. He looked at the construct again, and snarled at it, his eyes turning starting to glow a weird shade of purple. When they stopped glowing, Vegeta's eyes were different; the whites of his eyes had turned a light plum purple, his pupils were cat-like, breathed in a fiery orange, veins of black accenting the appearance of flame in his eyes. Vegeta physically felt the difference, as well as the burning sensation in his eyes. It seems that the new peepers had night vision, meaning that the bright afternoon sunlight, well, what wasn't being blotted out, was a bit too bright at the moment.
"Damn. Wish I had a pair of..", he started to say, but was cut off when a robotic arm, armored in gold seemed to come out of nowhere, holding a pair of stylish sunglasses between thumb and forefinger. A familiar voice breathed the word "Sunglasses?" as a question, which Vegeta answered by politely taking the sunglasses and putting them on, protecting his now demonic eyes from the harsh sunlight. He quipped, "Thanks", and then took off toward Capsule Corp. Cynenba's shoulder, head, and half of his torso appeared out of a multicolored ring in the air and he said, grinning at the construct in orbit, "Oh, you welcome. You so very, very welcome", and broke into hysterical laughter, then disappeared back into the hole, his cruel laughter echoing for what seemed like an eternity.
Before he disappeared though, he had pressed a button on his wrist, signaling the Prometheus Star to begin compiling its new personality matrix, but with a new addition to the scanning itinerary. He smiled as he extended his vision to see the departing Vegeta. The nano-virus was doing its job perfectly. Now all he had to do was to restore the little pukes goodness, watch him go nuts with self-hate and sorrow, engage him in battle and play with him a bit, then kill the dork good and proper, but remember to leave at least his head intact. He chuckled as he looked at the two tiny spikes sticking out of his palm, each at the base of a finger. Vegeta thought Cynenba grabbed his head to do the brain messing. Yeah right!
Author's Note: Happy Day, good friends! Chapter three is now complete, and chapter four is soon to come. Stay tuned, SAME DBZ TIME, SAME DBZ CHANNEL FOR "THE CALLING OF WARRIORS".
Now that that old Batman parody is done with, I hope you enjoyed this little chapter, and hope you decide to grace this simple writer with your reviews, ideas, opinions, feelings, complaints, compliments, or even simple greetings.
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