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Dende was not having a very good week. Now that was the ultimate understatement, if there was ever such a statement made! First that chrome- plated son of a whore, Cynenba, had freaked him out with the chasing, and the intimidation tactics, killing Mr. Popo, but bringing him back was kind of a twist, and the shanghaiing him and Popo into working for him, in return for Popo 's life. What else was there to do? Get killed himself. Not an option. Without him, the Dragon Balls would be useless, and were most definitely going to be needed if Cynenba had his way, and besides, Popo was his best friend. He most certainly wasn't going to let his soul rot inside of some sun catcher thing. Well, now was the time for action, not moaning or bitching about "should of" or "could of", or "why". Right now, he was doing some manual labor, brushing Dark Knights ebony coat, and even massaging the giant steeds massive wings. The horse's blood red eyes sometimes stared right at Dende, as though curious about the teenage Namek. The horse would sometimes turn its head to one side, as though in thought, and would snort loudly, as though frustrated with itself.
For the last week, Dark Knight had been pretty calm around Dende, even snuggling the youngster's neck playfully one time, then walking right past him, beckoning him with this titanic snout. Dende was a bit apprehensive about the giant horse for the first few days, but it grew slowly grew on him. It wasn't the horse that was evil. It was his damned rider. He was starting to become flustered at the thought of the sadistic cyborg, but then he felt something very large and blunt poke his backside, causing him to fall backwards and head over heels. He had flopped right onto Dark Knight's snout, and was now being carried out side, the tile floor shattering to powder under the animal unbelievable weight. Dende was spellbound. Stretched out, he was five feet, four inches long. That was only half the length of the horse's entire head! This horsy certainly ate its spinach! He started to ask what was going on, when the great stallion reared it head up, discarding Dende into the massive saddle. "Okay, now, what's going on boy?" Dende asked, a bit more than curious at the horse's strange behavior. The horse turned its elegant snout towards the Namekian, and then looked skyward once again.
Dende decided to look up, and got the shock of his young life: He was now staring at what looked like a planet, but made of metal and machinery! Dende freaked out royally, and leaped down off the three story animal and took off inside like a bat out of hell. Dark Knight kept looking at the artificial world hovering above the earth and beat the godlike wings on its back twice, fiercely, and trotted after Dende. He had forgotten to feed him.
Inside the palace, Dende rushed into Kami's old room, and found Cynenba, with most of his golden armor off, lying on the bed, stretched right out, hands folded over his chest as though he was a deceased person being prepared for burial. "Oh, if only that were the case", Dende maliciously thought to himself. He slowly tiptoed over to the right side of the bed, because it faced the door if he needed to make a quick getaway. He crept right up along side the cybernetic devil and cautiously began tapping the ocean blue metal skin of his shoulder. Dende tapped even harder when he got no response, but continued to receive nothing, save the hideous snoring that was now coning out of Cynenba. Dende cursed, "Fuck this! Tapping him won't work, so I'll try this!", and climbed up onto the bed, crawled over to Cynenba's head, and after finding his ear hole, sucked in a deep breath and practically screamed out, "EXCUSE ME, MR. CYNENBA, IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP.GET UP YOU LAZY PIECE OF SCRAP SHIT, WE'VE GOT A FRIKKIN' SITUATION SKYWARD, ARSE WIPE!!!!"
Cynenba's eyes flashed open and he leaped out of the bed like a man with his parts on fire, and smashed his armored noggin right through the ceiling. He didn't stop though, and kept on going, plowing through floor and ceiling, eventually punching right out of the look out. He would have kept on going, had he not recovered enough of his senses to hit the breaks. He patted his head with his hands to get the ringing out of his ears, and then turned back toward the lookout. For a split second, he was simply floating there, snarling like an animal, then the next he was gone. He reappeared right in Dende's face, Cursing and swearing so much, he could put an aircraft carrier full of sailors to shame! He grabbed Dende by the collar and hoisted him up to eye level. He looked so simply crazed that Dende didn't think about soaking his shorts, he did! Dende blushed purple, but Cynenba wasn't laughing. He was dementedly furious. He spoke low, in a raspy voice, and with venom dripping from every word. "Listen to me, and listen good, you little piece of Namek fuck, If you EVER yell in my ear, like that again, Then you get a one way ticket to King Yemma's check-in station.IN PIECES!! Now, what the hell is so important you have to nearly give me a damn heart attack?!"
Dende was ready to bolt for his dear little green life, but knew his feet weren't touching the floor. Even if they were, he'd be dead before he got two inches, so he decided to face the demonic mechanoid down, and prayed that he didn't end up dead, or worse. He squeaked, "Well, there's a metal planet in orbit", and shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for the fiery flash of pain and death that he felt coming. He held perfectly still. He didn't move. He didn't even breathe. Maybe that was the reason his face turned a pale aquamarine, then a bizarre shade of pink, almost like bubble gum. He eventually gasped out the held in breath, and stared into Cynenba's frozen face. What the? This was the only thought that Dende could conceive of. He looked right into Cynenba's nightmare optics and thought the metal bastard had shorted out or something. 'Looks like I got a new toaster oven', Dende thought gleefully to himself. He actually slugged the robotic monster in the head, and began to laugh, when Cynenba started laughing himself. A scream began rising in Dende's throat, but died as Cynenba planted a big wet kiss on Dende's virgin lips, then French kissed him for good measure. As Cynenba's tongue lapped at the inside of Dende's mouth, freaking out the Namek youngster beyond all recognition, generating a major thrash-fest, the cyber-demon chuckled wickedly, before tossing the young Guardian of Earth into the air and taking off like a rocket. He raced down the hall, and out of the palace, laughing all the way, rushing past a hungry Dark Knight, who had turned his massive head to follow the path of his master. When Cynenba got outside, he stopped for a fraction of a moment, but exploded into a demented cackle, eyes swelling like balloons and rolling back into his head, mouth working open and closed, long pearl colored fangs gleaming in the morning light of the sun. When Dende came running out, after seriously puking the contents of his stomach onto the floor, he stared in absolute horror as he saw Cynenba begin to glow like a star. The mechanized beast looked straight up, and shot toward the artificial planet in orbit. He was still laughing as a single mental command was gleefully transmitted to the Prometheus Star's computer core: BEGIN!
Harukan was quite happy with himself. The young princeling had finally achieved his fully evolved form. He was now the combat organism he required, but there was still so much to do. He had put the boy's mate into cryo-stasis earlier in the day after he had returned to his home world, and would have more than enough material with which to taunt and torture Vegeta's mind. He had thought about how lucky Vegeta had been, to have a family that loved him, and such a beautiful wife to come home to each night. Harukan was envious of the Saiyin Prince. He almost felt like breaking down into tears at how much Bulma reminded him of his own dearly departed mate. He knew she was at peace, and that he would never claim another, but couldn't help staring at Bulma's beauty. He could understand why the Saiyin loved his mate. She was a bewitching specimen to say the least. He kicked himself, physically, after he rather barbarically salivated over her prone form, and shoved his long tongue into her mouth, tickling the inside of Bulma's mouth, and groping her breasts with his gauntlet hands. He came so close to raping her, he felt sick. He actually did care about Vegeta and his mate, and didn't want to hurt them, but his plans had to come first. That was no excuse for what he did, and especially what he came close to doing.
He quickly placed her into a cryo-chamber and slid the lid shut, hearing a distinctive "ker-chunk", as the locks on the lid engaged, and walked away as the hiss of freezing cold air could be heard from the chamber. He felt like throwing up even now, despite the fact that Vegeta, now sporting blue skin, a spike-covered red exoskeleton, four arms, a wicked looking tail, and a set of five horns on his lizard-like head, all of which had driven him into a killing frenzy, was staring right at him. Harukan focused his thoughts back to the present, just in time to get a fist rammed into his face with so much force his head was smashed to bits.
Vegeta was just about to smile, as bits of chitin, streams of tar-like blood and tissue flew past his face, when Harukan's headless body punched him right back, and followed up with a double axe handle to the back of his head. Vegeta was stunned in more than one sense of the word, and stumbled forward after he landed, falling on his face. The former Saiyin shook his head to get the cobwebs out, and turned his head around to see Harukan's head beginning to grow back, just like Cell, the biological android created by Dr. Gero. As Harukan's new head finished growing, his horns popped out, and his metallic silvery hair began to grow out at a fantastic rate.
When Harukan's new eyes opened, they were sad and full of regret. He smiled sadly and whispered, but with enough volume so Vegeta could hear, "Dear child, how I truly wish your punch had done the job. Your mate suffered terribly because of what I did to you, and now, you will never see her again. Not ever. You should have your satisfaction, but it must always be denied, for you cannot kill DEATH". Vegeta had rolled over onto his back, and slowly got to his feet, and quietly stuttered, "wh-wh-what?" Harukan back up about two feet and calmly stated, "My name is not HA-RU-KAN, but HU- RA-KAN. I am...The Death God". Piccolo was floating above Kame house, listening to every word. He couldn't believe a word of it. Harukan...was the death god Hurakan? He thought that Hurakan was just some Mayan myth, a legend, not reality! Wait a minute...what did he mean, Bulma suffered terribly? As though in answering his question, Hurakan loudly pronounced, "Vegeta drank her blood as though he was Nosferatu, Vampire, and ran from his home when he realized what he had done. She was still alive though, but in great suffering, and weakened greatly from Vegeta quenching his hunger. I came to Bulma after he had left and felt so sorry for the beautiful child that Vegeta had ravaged...and so I took a dagger from under my cloak...and slid it into her throat, and then into her heart, so she would suffer no more. I KILLED BULMA BREIFS, NOT VEGETA!!", and lifted his head to the heavens, and began to chuckle deeply. As his laughter grew to a booming, roar-like sound, Vegeta wept. He tried to choke back the hot tears, but failed miserably as he gripped his head with all four of his hands, and fell to the ground, wailing terribly, asking the gods to forgive him, condemning himself, damning himself to hell for the life of his angelic mate, and then...and then he began...to seethe.
He began firing off vile curses at Hurakan, through clenched teeth and hissing breath. He shakily got tot his feet, his body beginning to vibrate with power. "You bastard!...you damn bastard!!...YOU KAMI DAMNED FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR, YOUR DEAD, YOU...RAT...FUCK...SON...OF...A...BITCH!!!!!!!" He roared with such intensity that Hurakan was genuinely surprised, but also he was happy, really happy. More to the point, he was overjoyed. At long last, he had a warrior who could do the job that he required, and best of all, he wouldn't need that horrid... thing Cynenba anymore, and could finally rest after all these long millennia of planning, scheming, shedding of blood, sweat, and tears. His plans would at last come to fruition, and he would have HIS satisfaction. He was just about to smile, when Vegeta charged. Hurakan just barely got his arms up to block the savage blow that Vegeta had thrown. He was driven back with such force, it was like being hit by a rocket propelled Mac truck! He felt like his arms had been shattered to powder. Damn! This kid has some serious muscle behind him! Vegeta got right back to it, punching and kicking, head butting, and even tail whipping like a man possessed. Combined with the fact that he had a hundred times the amount of power that a Super Saiyin Three should have, he was a force to be terrified of!! Despite all of this, Hurakan was matching Vegeta blow for blow, and Ki blast for Ki blast. Hurakan thought that he should give the boy some satisfaction, by only fighting at half power, deciding not to humiliate him in front of his peers. He got right in Vegeta's face, and blasted him point blank, using the pitch-black mouth discharged Ki blast he had used on Piccolo earlier. The crazed Saiyin disappeared in the titanic black energy blast that split the waves like Moses split the Red sea, right down to the ocean floor. Hurakan smirked at his own power, but wished he hadn't used that much power, for Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. Crap, he'd been vaporized! Damn it all to hell, not after all this misery! Hurakan almost cried out, but decided not to, considering Vegeta appeared, unscathed, right beside him, snarling.
"HI", was all Vegeta had to say, and fired off a mouth blast of his own, a blast so unholy in it's size, scope, and sheer force and power, that Hurakan was shocked beyond all possibility of belief, for Vegeta's power had grown by fifty percent. Another increase like that, and Hurakan would be in serious trouble, for Vegeta would be on equal footing with him, in reality this time. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL, NOT NOW!! He felt the blast burn away clothes and skin and portions of armor alike, sending searing pain through his entire being, worsening exponentially as the blast flared even bigger than before, rocketing the demonic alien into orbit, blowing away tissue, , boiling away blood, searing flesh.
Hurakan was just about finished when one thought erupted in his cortex: I...HAVE...HAD...ENOUGH!!! He forced himself to stop, and let go all restraints, all notions of 'going easy' on Vegeta, and kicked his power to full, which was a whole lot more than twice Vegeta's; in fact, it was over twenty times. Despite the fact that he was missing over sixty nine percent of his WHOLE body, missing an arm, both his legs, deeply burned flesh, a couple of missing organs, and a part of his face cleanly vaporized, he was still quite alive, and now he was furious. He pushed Vegeta's blast back with minimal effort, and began regenerating himself at an alarming speed, growing back all his missing limbs, his lost organs, and healing every other single injury he sustained because of his stupidity in his dealings with Vegeta. After completely healing himself, he snarled down at the earth and shot downward, plowing through Vegeta's Ki blast like it wasn't even there.
In the blink of an eye, he was facing Vegeta, staring at him with a vicious glare that could scare the grim reaper, and simply kicked Vegeta in the groin, stopping the Ki blast right then and there. Hurakan had quite enough of the former Saiyin Prince, but decided to give that honor to someone more...forceful. He focused his thoughts as he proceeding to beat the living hell out of Vegeta, and then smashed him to the ground. With minimal effort, he began broadcasting his wishes through telepathy to the one he created, the one he chose to begin the final stage of Vegeta's transformation. He summoned Cynenba.
Cynenba was simple astounded by what he was looking at. He was inside of a massive circular building, several miles high, the outer walls sloping inward. Like the rest of the giant machine planet he was on, it was a light shade of purple, with massive snaking pipes, complex machinery, and circuitry along the outside, poking out of the outer walls, and visible through open circuit panels. The interior of the mountain-like building was a cross between a factory, a power plant, and a castle. There were equipment panels and computer consoles everywhere, wires and robotic apparatus spread out across the vast, seemingly endless expanse of the interior of the facility.
Generators lined the walls of the complex, some like pillars, some like domes, some like nothing you could properly describe, and only by seeing them could you accurately depict them to someone. Some reached the towering ceiling; some stopped half way, all connected by ornately designed walkways and tube-like power conduits. Transparent cylindrical fluid tanks that were more like the towers of a castle cropped up here and there, glowing every color of the rainbow. Inside the tanks was nothing, save the liquids. But that would soon, that would change. Very soon.
He felt the power of the machinery of the Prometheus star through his technologically enhanced body, and smiled like he was going out of his mind. In a way, he was already there, in madness. He knew that the hardware he had pre-ordered before the Prometheus star had arrived at Earth had been partially assembled hear. Some of the equipment was manufactured here entirely, and some of the equipments individual components had also been made here. He enquired of the main computer what was the status of the "merchandise", receiving a check list of what he ordered made, and where it was being stored. He was glad. Cynenba's own plans were coming along just nicely. He ordered all of HIS property transferred to the warship he had constructed, now that it was complete, and ordered it to launch and head for the lookout. It was time the place had a "make over". As the machinery whirred to life and began to move about its business, a voice responded out of nowhere responded, with a gravelly voice similar to Piccolo's, but with Goku's kind-heart and soft-spoken tone, and some of Krillin's laid back attitude, with a slight hint of Yamcha underneath.
"Hey, boss? Do you want me to...you know, 'reach out and touch someone'? I know your just basking in your glory here, and sorry to interrupt, but I have really got to get the Earth Special Forces guys over here for the 'Big Message', you know?" Cynenba looked up, still smiling like a man losing his sanity, and responded, partly whispering, partly giggling, "Sure. Why not? Lets have a party. Call them my friend, and don't spare the volume on the...", but stopped before he could finish when a familiar pain started acting up in the back of his armored skull. He started to shake, in both pain and grief, perspiration flowing out of every pore like a stream of water from a high-pressure hose. The Star's computer consciousness picked up on Cynenba's distress and whispered, "Uh, boss man? Chief? Whazzup?"
Not now! He screamed aloud and inside his mind for a little more time, scaring the processors out of the Stars main computer. Cynenba started to act like he was in torturous pain, thrashing and wailing, snarling and gnashing teeth, but soon began to settle down when he heard Hurakan's voice inside his mind, even in the core of his soul, and stared off into space. The biomechanical demon listened as Hurakan mentally spoke with a savage tone that Cynenba found genuinely scary: "Cynenba. Cynenba? CYNENBA!! Wake up, you mindless worm and pay attention to me when I speak, boy! It is time for stage two of my plan; Operation: Metallix! Your target is selected, and is fully prepared. Forget whatever the hell your scheming UP THERE and get your filthy ass DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!! I will brook no insolence from you this time. Understood?!?!" Cynenba could only shakily nod; sweat glistening on his metallic skin, the armored monster turned on his large heels and took off like a bat of hell, with the Devil right on its tail, chasing him with flame and brimstone.
Hurakan was pleased that the bionic shit was actually listening to him today without any of his usual disrespect and insolence. You just had to know how to motivate people. With things going the way they had been so far in his long life, he could take no more, and proceeded to kick the living shit out of the former prince of all Saiyins.
With fists the size of a adult males torso, he treated Vegeta like the world's biggest punching bag, then started treating him like a scratching post, raking Vegeta's body with sword-like claws, leaving deep bloody gashes all over Vegeta's body. Hurakan then began kicking him as well as punching, sticking in a head butt or elbow smash here and there. He was through holding back, and he swore that if anyone decided to get in his way, he'd fucking kick their ass so hard, their great-grand kids would keel over and die! Even as this thought rampaged through his ugly head, Vegeta had somehow powered up a Ki blast and rammed it into Hurakan's face, totally surprising him, and sending him crashing to earth. Vegeta shot down after him, and surprisingly enough, plowed into Hurakan's stomach, feet first. He knew the demonic bastard wasn't going to take it laying down, but Vegeta had also had quite enough, and let loose a barrage of Ki blasts so fierce, they tore apart Master Roshi's island like tissue paper. Fortunately, Piccolo, Master Roshi, and the numerous ladies that Hurakan had shanghaied had escaped the island, and were now quite far out to sea, thanks to Piccolo who was towing the boat, an angry grimace on his usually stoic face. How the hell could he have been so stupid?! He knew there was something off about Hurakan the first day they met. His aura felt so cold that Piccolo felt as though his entire body had frosted over, becoming as brittle as flash frozen glass. He also felt like he was going to have a heart attack, and couldn't properly draw breath. But when Hurakan walked up to him, he felt better. Hurakan had the power to kill simply by being in the presence of his victims, but had forgone ending Piccolo's life simply because he wanted to get to know some people, not kill without reason simply because.
Piccolo wished he had seen it sooner, but that still didn't answer his question: WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?!?! Vegeta's mutation, a Big Gete Star wanna-be in orbit, a being resembling the horseman of death on acid. Bulma's murder by said being, what in the Kami damn hell is going on around here? As he continued to fly away at supersonic speeds, he distinctly heard someone roar out "FINAL FLASH" at such an intense volume, he thought that his head would explode. A blinding explosion of light, heat, and sound followed this. He was barely able to make out a shear pillar of light, shooting straight up, coming from where Kame house and master Roshi's island used to be, so wide that looked like it was half way between the island and the escapees boat. As Piccolo stared in awe of the massive wall of Ki, he failed to notice a certain gold fireball streaking toward the wall of light, or splash against it, seemingly being vaporized. Seemingly.
That "fire ball" was in fact Cynenba, who had arrived to see Hurakan blasted to pieces, who sadly smiled as he sighed, "Pity it ain't permanent", and slowly floated down to the snarling, seriously crazed Vegeta. The Prince of all Saiyins had his legs spread out, arms stretched out, palms facing outward, and fingers curled slightly; his usual Final Flash stance. There were what looked like glowing circuit pathways all over his exposed skin, and bony panels on his torso, arms, and legs pealed back away from what looked like organically based directed Ki weapons, each a blood colored cylinder of tissue stretching out from under the open panels, sporting the same bio-circuitry, ending in throbbing, lense-like crystalline membranes.
'Cool', Cynenba thought as he floated along side the techno-mutant Vegeta. He smiled honestly as he said, "You know, he's going to be insanely pissed at you when he regenerates", which Vegeta rebuked in a whispered rumble of a voice. "So? I've lost the only reason to care about this fucking life, and now all I have to live for is revenge. Now why don't you go fuck yourself Cynenba? I don't have the patience for your bullshit". He retracted his weapons and closed the ports, then straightened up and began slowing flying away , leaving Cynenba with a rather strange look on his face, one that was a mix of mild surprise, and a pinch of regret. He breathed in, then exhaled and stated, "Okay kid, if that's the way you want to play". He simply started floated after Vegeta, and leveled his arm with the Vegeta's back, then opened his hand, flattened his palm, and smiled. He knew that Vegeta had to have all but drained himself to pull off that hellish Final Flash. He also knew that while Hurakan was twenty times as powerful as Vegeta, Hurakan could be felled with rather surprising ease, but it would require an insane amount of power, which Vegeta just barely had in stock, so Vegeta would have had no choice but to drain himself dry to get the job done.
Cynenba smiled and charged up so quickly, all Vegeta felt was a slight tingle, but then when Cynenba fired off the Ki blast, Vegeta felt like he was burning in hell. He felt bones shatter, melt, powder, and explode causing his felt to burst like a balloon. For the time it takes to blink, Vegeta felt everything from a slight burning sensation to unholy agony exploding in his mind. The next instant he simply felt nothing. Not pain, not pleasure, not discomfort, not so much as an itch. What was left of him hit the turbulent water with a loud, wet SPLOOSH! And began to sink like a rock, leaving a huge red blotch on the surface of the water like a massive stain on a rolling canvas.
Cynenba started to cackle as he relished his newfound power, but kicked himself when he realized that they still needed Vegeta! He was just about to shoot down after Vegeta's remains, when he got a deliciously cruel idea. He smiled as he closed his eyes and began to communicate to the Prometheus Star's main computer and told it that the time had come. The computer mind of the Star asked what did he mean, and when he showed it what, there was silence. If the computer had a face, it would have blanched, and portrayed a face of cold, heart stopping fear. As the computer regained it's composure, it began following through with its orders. First, it retrieved Vegeta, or what was left of him, using robotic tendrils that shot out from the open centered skylight of an orange dome at its northern pole, which was pointing at Earth like a gun. The tendrils took about twenty seconds to escape the Prometheus star, punch through Earth's atmosphere, dive beneath the waves and retrieve the mutant Saiyin, and it took them just as long to bring him up to it. To keep him safe from the vacuum of space, the tendrils generated a special force field around Vegeta's mutilated body. His all but obliterated body was deposited inside of the orange dome with the gentle loving care of a mother tending to her child. Even before the tendrils receded into their respective ports, the robotic tools of the cybernetics lab went to work, beginning an all new, all different kind of transformation.
Cynenba turned away from the red stain ocean and stared at the metal construct floating in orbit, circling the planet like a real moon. Well, it was certainly big enough to be one! He heard the massive, omni-directional voice of the Prometheus Star boom into action, with such an intense, powerful, almost godlike power to the volume of its voice, it was like his head was going to explode.
It began with, "PEOPLE OF EARTH, DO NOT BE AFRAID. THIS IS A MESSAGE TO THE EARTH SPECIAL FORCE'S! TO THOSE WHO SERVE THIS WORLD UNDER SUCH BANNER, I AM THE PROMETHEUS STAR, AN ANCIENT WEAPON WHO HAS COME UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE SUPREME KAI TO SERVE THE PEOLE OF THIS WORLD IN FUNCTION OF DEFENSIVE ENHANCEMENT. BY REQUEST OF THE SUPREME KAI, ALL WHO DEFEND THIS WORLD UNDER THE BANNER OF SPECIAL FORCES, YOU ARE SUMMONED TO MY MAIN COUNSIL CHAMBER FOR THE PURPOSE OF COMMAND/CONTROL TRANSFER FROM THE SUPREME KAI TO YOU. PLEASE ASSEMBLE AT YOUR CONVENIENCE!!"
Cynenba snarled as the Prometheus Star finished its grand proclamation. Why in the fucking hell did it have to talk so damn loudly? It wasn't the like people were deaf, you know! He was still snarling as he felt something familiar float up right behind him. He whipped around and found himself staring at Hurakan's fully restored chest. He blinked, and then looked up, right into Hurakan glowing eyes. Hurakan spoke with a fatherly gentleness to his voice, and looked up, staring at something. He simply said, "Your ride is here". Cynenba blinked at the comment, and turned around to see what Hurakan was looking at, and broke into a happy/surprised look, with a wicked, toothy smile spread from ear to ear. What he saw took his breath away. What it was, was a dream to him. It was his ship. The one he had made.
It was the color of blood, a deep crimson that gleamed with a dark shimmer that seemed to eradiate menace. It seemed to take up the whole sky with its sheer size, with its magnificence. Cynenba smiled as he saw the vicious looking weapon clusters, gun turrets, wart-like missile batteries, recessed, branching weapon port lines, and the organic/gothic design scheme of the hull armor. The vessel was shaped like a bird of prey, most resembling a falcon or eagle, the wings adorned with feather like constructs that were quite long and sweeping, spreading out backward and to the side, some straight out, some at angles. The head was very falcon like, with two long horns, with jagged ridges going down the back, all of it adding to the intimidation factor of the vessel, making it so like a demon, like him, he couldn't hardly believe it.
As Cynenba took it all in, he felt like he really had a purpose in this life. He saw in this mighty vessel of war, this machine of death and terror, this armored killer of life, a capacity for destruction, for death and pain, for LIVING malice that only he thought himself possible. In seeing this vessel, he saw an equal, he saw a counter part, a FRIEND. He felt its dark sentient mind giggling at the prospect of violence. He had finally found his...calling.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! I am truly sorry for not having it done sooner. I plan on dedicating the next chapter to my dad who passed away on the twenty seventh of January of this year. I will write this chapter with a great deal of respect for my dad, and I trust you will show equal respect for my dad, and my story as you have so far. Until the next chapter, "THE DARK RISING", see ya!
Dende was not having a very good week. Now that was the ultimate understatement, if there was ever such a statement made! First that chrome- plated son of a whore, Cynenba, had freaked him out with the chasing, and the intimidation tactics, killing Mr. Popo, but bringing him back was kind of a twist, and the shanghaiing him and Popo into working for him, in return for Popo 's life. What else was there to do? Get killed himself. Not an option. Without him, the Dragon Balls would be useless, and were most definitely going to be needed if Cynenba had his way, and besides, Popo was his best friend. He most certainly wasn't going to let his soul rot inside of some sun catcher thing. Well, now was the time for action, not moaning or bitching about "should of" or "could of", or "why". Right now, he was doing some manual labor, brushing Dark Knights ebony coat, and even massaging the giant steeds massive wings. The horse's blood red eyes sometimes stared right at Dende, as though curious about the teenage Namek. The horse would sometimes turn its head to one side, as though in thought, and would snort loudly, as though frustrated with itself.
For the last week, Dark Knight had been pretty calm around Dende, even snuggling the youngster's neck playfully one time, then walking right past him, beckoning him with this titanic snout. Dende was a bit apprehensive about the giant horse for the first few days, but it grew slowly grew on him. It wasn't the horse that was evil. It was his damned rider. He was starting to become flustered at the thought of the sadistic cyborg, but then he felt something very large and blunt poke his backside, causing him to fall backwards and head over heels. He had flopped right onto Dark Knight's snout, and was now being carried out side, the tile floor shattering to powder under the animal unbelievable weight. Dende was spellbound. Stretched out, he was five feet, four inches long. That was only half the length of the horse's entire head! This horsy certainly ate its spinach! He started to ask what was going on, when the great stallion reared it head up, discarding Dende into the massive saddle. "Okay, now, what's going on boy?" Dende asked, a bit more than curious at the horse's strange behavior. The horse turned its elegant snout towards the Namekian, and then looked skyward once again.
Dende decided to look up, and got the shock of his young life: He was now staring at what looked like a planet, but made of metal and machinery! Dende freaked out royally, and leaped down off the three story animal and took off inside like a bat out of hell. Dark Knight kept looking at the artificial world hovering above the earth and beat the godlike wings on its back twice, fiercely, and trotted after Dende. He had forgotten to feed him.
Inside the palace, Dende rushed into Kami's old room, and found Cynenba, with most of his golden armor off, lying on the bed, stretched right out, hands folded over his chest as though he was a deceased person being prepared for burial. "Oh, if only that were the case", Dende maliciously thought to himself. He slowly tiptoed over to the right side of the bed, because it faced the door if he needed to make a quick getaway. He crept right up along side the cybernetic devil and cautiously began tapping the ocean blue metal skin of his shoulder. Dende tapped even harder when he got no response, but continued to receive nothing, save the hideous snoring that was now coning out of Cynenba. Dende cursed, "Fuck this! Tapping him won't work, so I'll try this!", and climbed up onto the bed, crawled over to Cynenba's head, and after finding his ear hole, sucked in a deep breath and practically screamed out, "EXCUSE ME, MR. CYNENBA, IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP.GET UP YOU LAZY PIECE OF SCRAP SHIT, WE'VE GOT A FRIKKIN' SITUATION SKYWARD, ARSE WIPE!!!!"
Cynenba's eyes flashed open and he leaped out of the bed like a man with his parts on fire, and smashed his armored noggin right through the ceiling. He didn't stop though, and kept on going, plowing through floor and ceiling, eventually punching right out of the look out. He would have kept on going, had he not recovered enough of his senses to hit the breaks. He patted his head with his hands to get the ringing out of his ears, and then turned back toward the lookout. For a split second, he was simply floating there, snarling like an animal, then the next he was gone. He reappeared right in Dende's face, Cursing and swearing so much, he could put an aircraft carrier full of sailors to shame! He grabbed Dende by the collar and hoisted him up to eye level. He looked so simply crazed that Dende didn't think about soaking his shorts, he did! Dende blushed purple, but Cynenba wasn't laughing. He was dementedly furious. He spoke low, in a raspy voice, and with venom dripping from every word. "Listen to me, and listen good, you little piece of Namek fuck, If you EVER yell in my ear, like that again, Then you get a one way ticket to King Yemma's check-in station.IN PIECES!! Now, what the hell is so important you have to nearly give me a damn heart attack?!"
Dende was ready to bolt for his dear little green life, but knew his feet weren't touching the floor. Even if they were, he'd be dead before he got two inches, so he decided to face the demonic mechanoid down, and prayed that he didn't end up dead, or worse. He squeaked, "Well, there's a metal planet in orbit", and shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for the fiery flash of pain and death that he felt coming. He held perfectly still. He didn't move. He didn't even breathe. Maybe that was the reason his face turned a pale aquamarine, then a bizarre shade of pink, almost like bubble gum. He eventually gasped out the held in breath, and stared into Cynenba's frozen face. What the? This was the only thought that Dende could conceive of. He looked right into Cynenba's nightmare optics and thought the metal bastard had shorted out or something. 'Looks like I got a new toaster oven', Dende thought gleefully to himself. He actually slugged the robotic monster in the head, and began to laugh, when Cynenba started laughing himself. A scream began rising in Dende's throat, but died as Cynenba planted a big wet kiss on Dende's virgin lips, then French kissed him for good measure. As Cynenba's tongue lapped at the inside of Dende's mouth, freaking out the Namek youngster beyond all recognition, generating a major thrash-fest, the cyber-demon chuckled wickedly, before tossing the young Guardian of Earth into the air and taking off like a rocket. He raced down the hall, and out of the palace, laughing all the way, rushing past a hungry Dark Knight, who had turned his massive head to follow the path of his master. When Cynenba got outside, he stopped for a fraction of a moment, but exploded into a demented cackle, eyes swelling like balloons and rolling back into his head, mouth working open and closed, long pearl colored fangs gleaming in the morning light of the sun. When Dende came running out, after seriously puking the contents of his stomach onto the floor, he stared in absolute horror as he saw Cynenba begin to glow like a star. The mechanized beast looked straight up, and shot toward the artificial planet in orbit. He was still laughing as a single mental command was gleefully transmitted to the Prometheus Star's computer core: BEGIN!
Harukan was quite happy with himself. The young princeling had finally achieved his fully evolved form. He was now the combat organism he required, but there was still so much to do. He had put the boy's mate into cryo-stasis earlier in the day after he had returned to his home world, and would have more than enough material with which to taunt and torture Vegeta's mind. He had thought about how lucky Vegeta had been, to have a family that loved him, and such a beautiful wife to come home to each night. Harukan was envious of the Saiyin Prince. He almost felt like breaking down into tears at how much Bulma reminded him of his own dearly departed mate. He knew she was at peace, and that he would never claim another, but couldn't help staring at Bulma's beauty. He could understand why the Saiyin loved his mate. She was a bewitching specimen to say the least. He kicked himself, physically, after he rather barbarically salivated over her prone form, and shoved his long tongue into her mouth, tickling the inside of Bulma's mouth, and groping her breasts with his gauntlet hands. He came so close to raping her, he felt sick. He actually did care about Vegeta and his mate, and didn't want to hurt them, but his plans had to come first. That was no excuse for what he did, and especially what he came close to doing.
He quickly placed her into a cryo-chamber and slid the lid shut, hearing a distinctive "ker-chunk", as the locks on the lid engaged, and walked away as the hiss of freezing cold air could be heard from the chamber. He felt like throwing up even now, despite the fact that Vegeta, now sporting blue skin, a spike-covered red exoskeleton, four arms, a wicked looking tail, and a set of five horns on his lizard-like head, all of which had driven him into a killing frenzy, was staring right at him. Harukan focused his thoughts back to the present, just in time to get a fist rammed into his face with so much force his head was smashed to bits.
Vegeta was just about to smile, as bits of chitin, streams of tar-like blood and tissue flew past his face, when Harukan's headless body punched him right back, and followed up with a double axe handle to the back of his head. Vegeta was stunned in more than one sense of the word, and stumbled forward after he landed, falling on his face. The former Saiyin shook his head to get the cobwebs out, and turned his head around to see Harukan's head beginning to grow back, just like Cell, the biological android created by Dr. Gero. As Harukan's new head finished growing, his horns popped out, and his metallic silvery hair began to grow out at a fantastic rate.
When Harukan's new eyes opened, they were sad and full of regret. He smiled sadly and whispered, but with enough volume so Vegeta could hear, "Dear child, how I truly wish your punch had done the job. Your mate suffered terribly because of what I did to you, and now, you will never see her again. Not ever. You should have your satisfaction, but it must always be denied, for you cannot kill DEATH". Vegeta had rolled over onto his back, and slowly got to his feet, and quietly stuttered, "wh-wh-what?" Harukan back up about two feet and calmly stated, "My name is not HA-RU-KAN, but HU- RA-KAN. I am...The Death God". Piccolo was floating above Kame house, listening to every word. He couldn't believe a word of it. Harukan...was the death god Hurakan? He thought that Hurakan was just some Mayan myth, a legend, not reality! Wait a minute...what did he mean, Bulma suffered terribly? As though in answering his question, Hurakan loudly pronounced, "Vegeta drank her blood as though he was Nosferatu, Vampire, and ran from his home when he realized what he had done. She was still alive though, but in great suffering, and weakened greatly from Vegeta quenching his hunger. I came to Bulma after he had left and felt so sorry for the beautiful child that Vegeta had ravaged...and so I took a dagger from under my cloak...and slid it into her throat, and then into her heart, so she would suffer no more. I KILLED BULMA BREIFS, NOT VEGETA!!", and lifted his head to the heavens, and began to chuckle deeply. As his laughter grew to a booming, roar-like sound, Vegeta wept. He tried to choke back the hot tears, but failed miserably as he gripped his head with all four of his hands, and fell to the ground, wailing terribly, asking the gods to forgive him, condemning himself, damning himself to hell for the life of his angelic mate, and then...and then he began...to seethe.
He began firing off vile curses at Hurakan, through clenched teeth and hissing breath. He shakily got tot his feet, his body beginning to vibrate with power. "You bastard!...you damn bastard!!...YOU KAMI DAMNED FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR, YOUR DEAD, YOU...RAT...FUCK...SON...OF...A...BITCH!!!!!!!" He roared with such intensity that Hurakan was genuinely surprised, but also he was happy, really happy. More to the point, he was overjoyed. At long last, he had a warrior who could do the job that he required, and best of all, he wouldn't need that horrid... thing Cynenba anymore, and could finally rest after all these long millennia of planning, scheming, shedding of blood, sweat, and tears. His plans would at last come to fruition, and he would have HIS satisfaction. He was just about to smile, when Vegeta charged. Hurakan just barely got his arms up to block the savage blow that Vegeta had thrown. He was driven back with such force, it was like being hit by a rocket propelled Mac truck! He felt like his arms had been shattered to powder. Damn! This kid has some serious muscle behind him! Vegeta got right back to it, punching and kicking, head butting, and even tail whipping like a man possessed. Combined with the fact that he had a hundred times the amount of power that a Super Saiyin Three should have, he was a force to be terrified of!! Despite all of this, Hurakan was matching Vegeta blow for blow, and Ki blast for Ki blast. Hurakan thought that he should give the boy some satisfaction, by only fighting at half power, deciding not to humiliate him in front of his peers. He got right in Vegeta's face, and blasted him point blank, using the pitch-black mouth discharged Ki blast he had used on Piccolo earlier. The crazed Saiyin disappeared in the titanic black energy blast that split the waves like Moses split the Red sea, right down to the ocean floor. Hurakan smirked at his own power, but wished he hadn't used that much power, for Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. Crap, he'd been vaporized! Damn it all to hell, not after all this misery! Hurakan almost cried out, but decided not to, considering Vegeta appeared, unscathed, right beside him, snarling.
"HI", was all Vegeta had to say, and fired off a mouth blast of his own, a blast so unholy in it's size, scope, and sheer force and power, that Hurakan was shocked beyond all possibility of belief, for Vegeta's power had grown by fifty percent. Another increase like that, and Hurakan would be in serious trouble, for Vegeta would be on equal footing with him, in reality this time. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL, NOT NOW!! He felt the blast burn away clothes and skin and portions of armor alike, sending searing pain through his entire being, worsening exponentially as the blast flared even bigger than before, rocketing the demonic alien into orbit, blowing away tissue, , boiling away blood, searing flesh.
Hurakan was just about finished when one thought erupted in his cortex: I...HAVE...HAD...ENOUGH!!! He forced himself to stop, and let go all restraints, all notions of 'going easy' on Vegeta, and kicked his power to full, which was a whole lot more than twice Vegeta's; in fact, it was over twenty times. Despite the fact that he was missing over sixty nine percent of his WHOLE body, missing an arm, both his legs, deeply burned flesh, a couple of missing organs, and a part of his face cleanly vaporized, he was still quite alive, and now he was furious. He pushed Vegeta's blast back with minimal effort, and began regenerating himself at an alarming speed, growing back all his missing limbs, his lost organs, and healing every other single injury he sustained because of his stupidity in his dealings with Vegeta. After completely healing himself, he snarled down at the earth and shot downward, plowing through Vegeta's Ki blast like it wasn't even there.
In the blink of an eye, he was facing Vegeta, staring at him with a vicious glare that could scare the grim reaper, and simply kicked Vegeta in the groin, stopping the Ki blast right then and there. Hurakan had quite enough of the former Saiyin Prince, but decided to give that honor to someone more...forceful. He focused his thoughts as he proceeding to beat the living hell out of Vegeta, and then smashed him to the ground. With minimal effort, he began broadcasting his wishes through telepathy to the one he created, the one he chose to begin the final stage of Vegeta's transformation. He summoned Cynenba.
Cynenba was simple astounded by what he was looking at. He was inside of a massive circular building, several miles high, the outer walls sloping inward. Like the rest of the giant machine planet he was on, it was a light shade of purple, with massive snaking pipes, complex machinery, and circuitry along the outside, poking out of the outer walls, and visible through open circuit panels. The interior of the mountain-like building was a cross between a factory, a power plant, and a castle. There were equipment panels and computer consoles everywhere, wires and robotic apparatus spread out across the vast, seemingly endless expanse of the interior of the facility.
Generators lined the walls of the complex, some like pillars, some like domes, some like nothing you could properly describe, and only by seeing them could you accurately depict them to someone. Some reached the towering ceiling; some stopped half way, all connected by ornately designed walkways and tube-like power conduits. Transparent cylindrical fluid tanks that were more like the towers of a castle cropped up here and there, glowing every color of the rainbow. Inside the tanks was nothing, save the liquids. But that would soon, that would change. Very soon.
He felt the power of the machinery of the Prometheus star through his technologically enhanced body, and smiled like he was going out of his mind. In a way, he was already there, in madness. He knew that the hardware he had pre-ordered before the Prometheus star had arrived at Earth had been partially assembled hear. Some of the equipment was manufactured here entirely, and some of the equipments individual components had also been made here. He enquired of the main computer what was the status of the "merchandise", receiving a check list of what he ordered made, and where it was being stored. He was glad. Cynenba's own plans were coming along just nicely. He ordered all of HIS property transferred to the warship he had constructed, now that it was complete, and ordered it to launch and head for the lookout. It was time the place had a "make over". As the machinery whirred to life and began to move about its business, a voice responded out of nowhere responded, with a gravelly voice similar to Piccolo's, but with Goku's kind-heart and soft-spoken tone, and some of Krillin's laid back attitude, with a slight hint of Yamcha underneath.
"Hey, boss? Do you want me to...you know, 'reach out and touch someone'? I know your just basking in your glory here, and sorry to interrupt, but I have really got to get the Earth Special Forces guys over here for the 'Big Message', you know?" Cynenba looked up, still smiling like a man losing his sanity, and responded, partly whispering, partly giggling, "Sure. Why not? Lets have a party. Call them my friend, and don't spare the volume on the...", but stopped before he could finish when a familiar pain started acting up in the back of his armored skull. He started to shake, in both pain and grief, perspiration flowing out of every pore like a stream of water from a high-pressure hose. The Star's computer consciousness picked up on Cynenba's distress and whispered, "Uh, boss man? Chief? Whazzup?"
Not now! He screamed aloud and inside his mind for a little more time, scaring the processors out of the Stars main computer. Cynenba started to act like he was in torturous pain, thrashing and wailing, snarling and gnashing teeth, but soon began to settle down when he heard Hurakan's voice inside his mind, even in the core of his soul, and stared off into space. The biomechanical demon listened as Hurakan mentally spoke with a savage tone that Cynenba found genuinely scary: "Cynenba. Cynenba? CYNENBA!! Wake up, you mindless worm and pay attention to me when I speak, boy! It is time for stage two of my plan; Operation: Metallix! Your target is selected, and is fully prepared. Forget whatever the hell your scheming UP THERE and get your filthy ass DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!! I will brook no insolence from you this time. Understood?!?!" Cynenba could only shakily nod; sweat glistening on his metallic skin, the armored monster turned on his large heels and took off like a bat of hell, with the Devil right on its tail, chasing him with flame and brimstone.
Hurakan was pleased that the bionic shit was actually listening to him today without any of his usual disrespect and insolence. You just had to know how to motivate people. With things going the way they had been so far in his long life, he could take no more, and proceeded to kick the living shit out of the former prince of all Saiyins.
With fists the size of a adult males torso, he treated Vegeta like the world's biggest punching bag, then started treating him like a scratching post, raking Vegeta's body with sword-like claws, leaving deep bloody gashes all over Vegeta's body. Hurakan then began kicking him as well as punching, sticking in a head butt or elbow smash here and there. He was through holding back, and he swore that if anyone decided to get in his way, he'd fucking kick their ass so hard, their great-grand kids would keel over and die! Even as this thought rampaged through his ugly head, Vegeta had somehow powered up a Ki blast and rammed it into Hurakan's face, totally surprising him, and sending him crashing to earth. Vegeta shot down after him, and surprisingly enough, plowed into Hurakan's stomach, feet first. He knew the demonic bastard wasn't going to take it laying down, but Vegeta had also had quite enough, and let loose a barrage of Ki blasts so fierce, they tore apart Master Roshi's island like tissue paper. Fortunately, Piccolo, Master Roshi, and the numerous ladies that Hurakan had shanghaied had escaped the island, and were now quite far out to sea, thanks to Piccolo who was towing the boat, an angry grimace on his usually stoic face. How the hell could he have been so stupid?! He knew there was something off about Hurakan the first day they met. His aura felt so cold that Piccolo felt as though his entire body had frosted over, becoming as brittle as flash frozen glass. He also felt like he was going to have a heart attack, and couldn't properly draw breath. But when Hurakan walked up to him, he felt better. Hurakan had the power to kill simply by being in the presence of his victims, but had forgone ending Piccolo's life simply because he wanted to get to know some people, not kill without reason simply because.
Piccolo wished he had seen it sooner, but that still didn't answer his question: WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?!?! Vegeta's mutation, a Big Gete Star wanna-be in orbit, a being resembling the horseman of death on acid. Bulma's murder by said being, what in the Kami damn hell is going on around here? As he continued to fly away at supersonic speeds, he distinctly heard someone roar out "FINAL FLASH" at such an intense volume, he thought that his head would explode. A blinding explosion of light, heat, and sound followed this. He was barely able to make out a shear pillar of light, shooting straight up, coming from where Kame house and master Roshi's island used to be, so wide that looked like it was half way between the island and the escapees boat. As Piccolo stared in awe of the massive wall of Ki, he failed to notice a certain gold fireball streaking toward the wall of light, or splash against it, seemingly being vaporized. Seemingly.
That "fire ball" was in fact Cynenba, who had arrived to see Hurakan blasted to pieces, who sadly smiled as he sighed, "Pity it ain't permanent", and slowly floated down to the snarling, seriously crazed Vegeta. The Prince of all Saiyins had his legs spread out, arms stretched out, palms facing outward, and fingers curled slightly; his usual Final Flash stance. There were what looked like glowing circuit pathways all over his exposed skin, and bony panels on his torso, arms, and legs pealed back away from what looked like organically based directed Ki weapons, each a blood colored cylinder of tissue stretching out from under the open panels, sporting the same bio-circuitry, ending in throbbing, lense-like crystalline membranes.
'Cool', Cynenba thought as he floated along side the techno-mutant Vegeta. He smiled honestly as he said, "You know, he's going to be insanely pissed at you when he regenerates", which Vegeta rebuked in a whispered rumble of a voice. "So? I've lost the only reason to care about this fucking life, and now all I have to live for is revenge. Now why don't you go fuck yourself Cynenba? I don't have the patience for your bullshit". He retracted his weapons and closed the ports, then straightened up and began slowing flying away , leaving Cynenba with a rather strange look on his face, one that was a mix of mild surprise, and a pinch of regret. He breathed in, then exhaled and stated, "Okay kid, if that's the way you want to play". He simply started floated after Vegeta, and leveled his arm with the Vegeta's back, then opened his hand, flattened his palm, and smiled. He knew that Vegeta had to have all but drained himself to pull off that hellish Final Flash. He also knew that while Hurakan was twenty times as powerful as Vegeta, Hurakan could be felled with rather surprising ease, but it would require an insane amount of power, which Vegeta just barely had in stock, so Vegeta would have had no choice but to drain himself dry to get the job done.
Cynenba smiled and charged up so quickly, all Vegeta felt was a slight tingle, but then when Cynenba fired off the Ki blast, Vegeta felt like he was burning in hell. He felt bones shatter, melt, powder, and explode causing his felt to burst like a balloon. For the time it takes to blink, Vegeta felt everything from a slight burning sensation to unholy agony exploding in his mind. The next instant he simply felt nothing. Not pain, not pleasure, not discomfort, not so much as an itch. What was left of him hit the turbulent water with a loud, wet SPLOOSH! And began to sink like a rock, leaving a huge red blotch on the surface of the water like a massive stain on a rolling canvas.
Cynenba started to cackle as he relished his newfound power, but kicked himself when he realized that they still needed Vegeta! He was just about to shoot down after Vegeta's remains, when he got a deliciously cruel idea. He smiled as he closed his eyes and began to communicate to the Prometheus Star's main computer and told it that the time had come. The computer mind of the Star asked what did he mean, and when he showed it what, there was silence. If the computer had a face, it would have blanched, and portrayed a face of cold, heart stopping fear. As the computer regained it's composure, it began following through with its orders. First, it retrieved Vegeta, or what was left of him, using robotic tendrils that shot out from the open centered skylight of an orange dome at its northern pole, which was pointing at Earth like a gun. The tendrils took about twenty seconds to escape the Prometheus star, punch through Earth's atmosphere, dive beneath the waves and retrieve the mutant Saiyin, and it took them just as long to bring him up to it. To keep him safe from the vacuum of space, the tendrils generated a special force field around Vegeta's mutilated body. His all but obliterated body was deposited inside of the orange dome with the gentle loving care of a mother tending to her child. Even before the tendrils receded into their respective ports, the robotic tools of the cybernetics lab went to work, beginning an all new, all different kind of transformation.
Cynenba turned away from the red stain ocean and stared at the metal construct floating in orbit, circling the planet like a real moon. Well, it was certainly big enough to be one! He heard the massive, omni-directional voice of the Prometheus Star boom into action, with such an intense, powerful, almost godlike power to the volume of its voice, it was like his head was going to explode.
It began with, "PEOPLE OF EARTH, DO NOT BE AFRAID. THIS IS A MESSAGE TO THE EARTH SPECIAL FORCE'S! TO THOSE WHO SERVE THIS WORLD UNDER SUCH BANNER, I AM THE PROMETHEUS STAR, AN ANCIENT WEAPON WHO HAS COME UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE SUPREME KAI TO SERVE THE PEOLE OF THIS WORLD IN FUNCTION OF DEFENSIVE ENHANCEMENT. BY REQUEST OF THE SUPREME KAI, ALL WHO DEFEND THIS WORLD UNDER THE BANNER OF SPECIAL FORCES, YOU ARE SUMMONED TO MY MAIN COUNSIL CHAMBER FOR THE PURPOSE OF COMMAND/CONTROL TRANSFER FROM THE SUPREME KAI TO YOU. PLEASE ASSEMBLE AT YOUR CONVENIENCE!!"
Cynenba snarled as the Prometheus Star finished its grand proclamation. Why in the fucking hell did it have to talk so damn loudly? It wasn't the like people were deaf, you know! He was still snarling as he felt something familiar float up right behind him. He whipped around and found himself staring at Hurakan's fully restored chest. He blinked, and then looked up, right into Hurakan glowing eyes. Hurakan spoke with a fatherly gentleness to his voice, and looked up, staring at something. He simply said, "Your ride is here". Cynenba blinked at the comment, and turned around to see what Hurakan was looking at, and broke into a happy/surprised look, with a wicked, toothy smile spread from ear to ear. What he saw took his breath away. What it was, was a dream to him. It was his ship. The one he had made.
It was the color of blood, a deep crimson that gleamed with a dark shimmer that seemed to eradiate menace. It seemed to take up the whole sky with its sheer size, with its magnificence. Cynenba smiled as he saw the vicious looking weapon clusters, gun turrets, wart-like missile batteries, recessed, branching weapon port lines, and the organic/gothic design scheme of the hull armor. The vessel was shaped like a bird of prey, most resembling a falcon or eagle, the wings adorned with feather like constructs that were quite long and sweeping, spreading out backward and to the side, some straight out, some at angles. The head was very falcon like, with two long horns, with jagged ridges going down the back, all of it adding to the intimidation factor of the vessel, making it so like a demon, like him, he couldn't hardly believe it.
As Cynenba took it all in, he felt like he really had a purpose in this life. He saw in this mighty vessel of war, this machine of death and terror, this armored killer of life, a capacity for destruction, for death and pain, for LIVING malice that only he thought himself possible. In seeing this vessel, he saw an equal, he saw a counter part, a FRIEND. He felt its dark sentient mind giggling at the prospect of violence. He had finally found his...calling.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! I am truly sorry for not having it done sooner. I plan on dedicating the next chapter to my dad who passed away on the twenty seventh of January of this year. I will write this chapter with a great deal of respect for my dad, and I trust you will show equal respect for my dad, and my story as you have so far. Until the next chapter, "THE DARK RISING", see ya!