Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z and all related characters (though I
friggin' wish I did!). I DO own the original characters in this story
though! If anyone pilfers MY characters to use as their own, YOU DIE! ( by
the way, if you ASK to use them, first, go right ahead).
Other World, the next stage in a person's existence. When their time in the world of the living has concluded, they pass on to Other World. If you have been good, tried your best to be of good character, trusting, caring of others and conscious of pain in the world, and willing to something positive about it, and simply trying to make the world a better place to live in, then the great King Yemma will judge you by your actions and deeds, and send you onto Heaven. Should you choose unjust ways, the ways of cruelty, greed, malice, hate, and evil in general, and then Yemma will judge you accordingly. Meaning he will quite literally send you to Hell.
He had resided at the celestial check-in station for time immeasurable, but right now he wished he were somewhere else right about now. Why, you may ask? The answer is both simply, and rather comical (not for poor Yemma, though!). None other the Grand Kai himself was viciously berating him for losing track of over a dozen super villains that were sent to Hell for their evil ways in life. The Grand Kai had been screaming basically the same thing for over two hours straight! "What the hell do you mean that you lost them, Yemma?! How do you lose sixteen of the worst super villains in the universe, who had DIED, and now may very well be running lose again?! How do you do it?!" From the color of the Grand Kai's face, it looked like he was going to blow.
He stomped and paced and ranted and roared, all of which wasn't doing his blood pressure the least bit of good, while at the same time gave the old coot some much needed exercise, King Yemma began to think to himself. Just as his thought had just got going, the Grand Kai screamed, "YEMMA! ARE YOU LISTENING, FAT BOY!! PAY ATTENTION WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!!" causing Yemma to fall off his chair and hit the floor with an earthquake-type crash. The entire check-in station shook under Yemma impact, frightening everybody there. The male attendants were just barely keeping their footing, while their female counterparts hitting tile and carpet quite hard. All of the disembodied souls scattered in all directions, the cloud-like souls ducking behind attendants that were still standing, pillars, normal sized desks, King Yemma's Giant sized desk which had plenty of hiding space in the drawers, and every other available hiding spot they could find.
One daring spirit had forced its way down the blouse of one of the female attendants, seeking shelter, and was stuck to her rather impressive chest like a scared child. The sky blue skin of the attendant in question turned a very pale shade of robin egg, and proceeded to scream so shrilly that everyone hit the deck clutching theirs ears in pain. Yemma whined tearfully, "For Kami's sake, this day simply cannot get any worse!!" Unfortunately, My dear Yemma, it most certainly can. From out of nowhere, Dabura the demon king stormed in with an angry glare on his deep pink face (having naturally pink skin makes it really easy to look upset all the time). King Yemma had brought him back to life with permission of Kibito Kai and had given him a part-time job as a sort of security chief. He was put in charge of giving evil souls the boot, and keeping both good and evil souls in line while they were in the check in station, plus he was given his old throne back.
Right now he looked ready to kill anything that moved, and he was giving the female attendant with the uninvited "house guest" a particularly nasty evil eye. Instead of pissing herself with fear, as was the intent, she did a "starry-eyed, crazy-in-love fan girl", and ran to Dabura and clamped onto him in a bear hug (well, an attempt at one, her arms couldn't reach all the way around his waist). Dabura was taken aback by the stupid girls forwardness, then realized why she had treating him like a giant plaything...HE WAS WEARING ONLY A TOWEL!! AAHHHHHH!! He had just begun to tack a shower when all hell broke loose (pardon that pun to), and had simply wrapped the towel around him for the sake of expediency. Dabura was now fiercely blushing, the attendant girl was snuggling into his massive chest, smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl, and every face in the station was turned toward the two. The spirit who had ducked into the girls blouse had popped out like the cork of a Champaign bottle when the two had collided. It mumbled something about Dabura being a jackass, and that being in the girls blouse had been worth being run over by a eighteen wheeler, then eaten by ravenous dogs, and finally being burned to so much ash.
The Grand Kai couldn't agree more, since he had strapped on a pair of X-ray goggles, and was, to say the least, getting an eyeful. Fortunately, he looking only at the new girlfriend that the demon king had picked up, and was really glad she had hopped up onto Dabura's over-sized chest. He most certainly didn't want to have a gander at Dabura's massive, ahem, equipment. He was actually glad for all the insanity happening right now, because it helped him calm down considerably. He really wished had acted his age with Yemma, but sixteen super villains just up and disappearing just doesn't happen, especially in the afterlife!
He was just about to get up when the foyer of the check-in station exploded in a lightening fast eruption of flame and flying debris, thrown bodies and body parts, terrified spirits, and office furniture. The Grand Kai was thrown back to the floor like he had just been hit by a train, feeling like every rib had been broken, or at least fractured. He gripped his savagely aching chest, wincing as he did so. 'What the hell is goin' on?!' was the question that was immediate in the Grand Kai's mind at the moment a he surveyed what could only be described as a terrorist attack, but in the afterlife? As the Grand Kai slowly got back to his feet, two of Other World's most powerful warriors busted through the back door like a couple of bulls in a china shop and went over the Grand Kai, offering assistance, and also quite curious.
"Grand Kai, sir, what happened in here?" inquired Pikkon, a warrior with spotted green skin, and a face that was something like a fish/frog cross. He wore flowing white robes over a pair of white pants and a blue turtleneck, topped off with a tall black fez with white trim. He slipped an arm under the Grand Kai to steady him, and helped the ruler of Other World to his feet. He looked back to his companion, a hugely muscled blonde man wearing a rather short Greek toga, "Hey, Olibu? You see anything that might of caused this?" Pikkon shouted to his fellow fighter. Olibu replied, his voice tinged with slight hesitation, "Um, well, I see something, but as to what it is, well, you'll just have to see it for yourselves". The Grand Kai, rather angrily started to shout, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SEE IT FOR...'", but began to falter as he turned around to look in the direction of what used to be foyer, the words catching in his throat. What he felt made his blood run cold, his spine shiver like someone had splashed him with ice cold water then stuck him in a freezer for a couple of hours to emphasize the point, and his heart seemed to tighten like he was going to suffer a heart attack.
What he felt was like something out of a nightmare. It was walking through the smoke and fire like it had done this kind of thing before, and looking right at home, too. As it got closer, they could make out definite feelings and impressions from whatever it was. They felt freezing cold cruelty, but also great sorrow and intense, almost psychotic anger emanating from this bizarre...thing. As the fires and smoke seemed to rise, they saw something walking toward them. The trio was now airborne trying to get a good look at the owner of the chilling presence they felt. They soon wished they hadn't.
The "owner" was over twelve feet tall, and wearing robes of such a deep shade of black, it was looking at the void of space. The robes were a mix of tattered robes layered atop flowing venerable robes underneath, all trimmed or embroidered with silver. The robes seemed to stretch on forever in all direction, like some kind of moving patch of midnight sky torn from its place in the heavens, strands and tatters of fabric thrashing and snaking about as though they were alive. Its chest was as wide a small car, and protected by medieval body armor and chain mail. The head was wide and very lizard like, sporting six ivory horns, spreading out, making the creature look like it was wearing a crown of some sort. The creatures tar black skin glistened like polished metal, the mane of platinum colored hair a sharp contrast. The most chilling piece was the sunken blood red eyes, which seemed to lock onto those gathered with a snipers surety. A broad smile spread across its face, as it got closer to the check in station, then took to the air, gliding along like some kind of specter, or a wraith.
In the time it takes to blink, the strange entity had landed right at what used to be the door step to the station, then glided along the floor, whipping right up to the base of King Yemma's enormous desk, and seemed to slide up the front of it, until he was standing on top of it, looking Yemma straight in the eye.
It gave Yemma a friendly nod and spoke with a voice like rushing water and rolling thunder, "Dear sir, I enquire about the price of some merchandise I came into possession of. A most fetching creature, indeed", and with a shrug of its giant shoulders, the robes in front were thrown over it shoulders like some kind of ghastly cape. Firmly clutched in its over sized gauntleted hands was a woman with a super model figure, light blue skin, pointed ears, and fiery red hair flowing free instead of the usual loose bun she had her hair styled into. She was completely naked, and had claw marks, bruises, and bite marks all over her usually flawless body. The creature quipped, "My apologies. I did get a bit carried away, did I not?" and smiled down smugly at the ravaged Princess Snake.
Yemma stared for only a second, then completely lost any remnant of composure he had left and let the freakish nutcase giving Princess Snake a sick gleam, have it. He slammed his massive hands down onto his desk as hard as he could, almost smashing the desk to splinters, and shaking the entire check in station worse then when he had fallen over. The stranger didn't so much as blink, remaining perfectly motionless, and now began smiling at Yemma with a rather cool expression, like he wanted Yemma mad at him.
"YOU SICK FUCKIN' BASTARD!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, COMING IN HERE, TRYING TO BUY A PERSON, LET ALONE PRINCESS SNAKE, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN ALL OF OTHERWORLD?!?! I SHOULD HAVE YOU SHOT FOR WHAT YOU DID, YOU PERVERTED PRICK!!!!" screamed Yemma. The stranger looked somewhat miffed, then looked mildly surprised, as King Yemma reared back and threw a truck sized fist at blinding speeds at the twisted lizard man. He missed.
The giant reptilian Grim Reaper vanished in a blur, then reappeared over the floundering Yemma, a potently angry glare in his eyes, which were engulfed in crackling red lightning. He spoke again, but now his voice had taken on a chilling effect of sounding like several different demonic voices speaking as one, with a vague wood burning sound underneath.
"You dare to strike ME?! You bloated idiot! You could have killed the woman, and would of only SHATERED your hand as the water breaks against the stone, you brainless twit! You have no IDEA who I AM!! You may be the lord of this ridiculous check in station, the captain of this ship of the dead, but I am the lord of DEATH ITSELF!! I AM HURAKAN, THE DEATH GOD!! NOW, SUFFER FOR YOUR AFFRONT, YOU FILTHY WORM!! BE AS DUST BENEATH MY FEET!!" he roared, blazing heat rising from him like an inferno right from the deepest pit of hell itself.
As his voice seemed to shake all of Other World, the crackling energy in his eyes exploded from them, hitting Yemma so hard, it began to push the giant man right through the floor, that began caving in under the combined force of Yemma's tremendous weight and the force of Ki blast. As everyone looked on, Yemma seemed to shrink for a second, then a sickened attendant screeched out, "Sweet Kami, he's...AGING!" Indeed he was, aging hundreds of years in moments. His skin began to loosen; his muscles began to shrivel down to nothing, his huge bones becoming visible through his skin. Yemma tried to scream, but he felt his lungs, shriveling and drying out. Every piece of living flesh looked like it was being sucked dry of life. His eyes swelled and burst like over-filled water balloons, his face seemed to tear itself to pieces as it aged, his bones shattering into fine powder.
As though on cue, Yemma's body exploded into a massive cloud of dust, engulfing the entire room. What little was seen was a massive cloud of blood red particles swirling and coalescing near Yemma's desk one minute, being sucked into something dark the next minute. As the dust began to clear, and lungs cough up buckets of Yemma dust, all could see the demonic Hurakan, The Death God sucking up the crimson particles, and some kind of ghost-like specter moaning in agony. The ghost was Yemma's soul, by the way. When Hurakan finished his meal, he dropped to the floor, and began turning around.
"Who is the next to...?" He began, but got a savagely powerful spin kick right to his ugly chops, smashing his jaw like so much china. As the monster reeled, he dropped Princess Snake, who disappeared in a blur, and reappeared on the over side of the check in station main office, gently cradled in the arms of Pikkon, who looked on as Olibu rammed into his armored chest, pounding like a madman, punching, pulling, kicking, and elbowing alternately, catching the death god completely by surprise.
With a sickening crunch of bone, Hurakan restored his jaw, and axe-handled Olibu away, looking sadistically raging furious, his sunken eyes almost bursting they were bulging so much. He was just about to open his mouth, which had begun to charge with a purplish Ki, when a sword came screaming out of the shadows, piercing Hurakan's body armor with the ease of a stainless steel knife cutting through butter. It embedded itself deep in his back, enticing a scream from the monster. It was quickly removed though, as Hurakan angrily looked over his shoulder and WILLED the sword out of the wound, grabbed the blade and threw it back into the shadows, missing its long departed owner completely. As he turned back around, Olibu and Pikkon had gotten into battle stances, which further enraged the angry lord of death. As he growled and snarled like an animal, Dabura calmly floated over to the pair and landed beside them, taking up a stance himself.
"Hey guys, what's up?" the gravely voice of the demon king spoke to the two warriors. Pikkon was the first to respond, "Oh, nothin' much Deby, we just decided to play escort to The Grand Kai when he needed to pay a business visit to Yemma". Dabura glared at the use of his newest nickname, but decided to discuss that later. Right now, they had a jacked up grim reaper to lay a beating to. He followed Pikkon and Olibu's example and got in a fighting stance, eager to rearrange someone's inside with his teeth. Just as they were about to take off, the Grand Kai dropped out of nowhere, smashing right into Hurakan's massive head, then leaping off, twisting in mid-air, and flipped over to face the monster and piped up, "You boys gonna hog all the fun?", then got serious and gave Hurakan a withering glare, also taking up a stance.
Hurakan was most definitely not happy, but when he saw exactly what he was up against, he smirked and chuckled, "This IS going to be fun, ahahaha", then reached behind his back and pulled out a sword with the most elaborate and highly decorated silver hilt that anyone had ever seen, displaying twisting curls, bent spikes, encrusted jewels of every sort, the biggest being a orb-like black diamond, a red skull etched into it, and the main portion of the hilt bent upward at the tips into serrated claws. But where the blade should have been, was instead a three foot long platinum cone. The four warriors started to laugh aloud, openly mocking the sorry excuse for a sword that Hurakan had decided to use. As their laughter grew, so did Hurakan's anger.
He gripped the long grip with both hands and brought the rather bizarre weapon close to his face, closed his eyes, as though in concentration, and smiled to himself. As he began to smile, the cone split open, its two halves sliding along the hilt. Concealed inside the cone was a blade almost as long as the cone, the edges of the blade straight, curving in, straight, curving back out, the straight again, ending in a serrated tip. With a massive grin on his face, Hurakan began yelling something in a guttural language, and the blade exploded out the hilt, extending to over thirty feet!
The laughing soon stopped as the silver edged blade stopped extending, the black flat surfaces of the sword glistening, blood red lettering of some kind giving off an eerie glow. That wasn't the only thing glowing; two yellow eyes burst to life at the end of the sword's handle. They belonged to a dark iron skull wearing an Egyptian Pharaoh style headdress.
"Anubis", whispered the gravelly voice of the Dabura, almost too quietly to be heard. The others turned to him, a questioning look on his face, the only exception being the Grand Kai, who looked like he was doubting what he heard with furious conviction. Pikkon noticed the Kai's reaction to the terrifying sword and whispered, "sir, what is 'Anubis'?" The Grand Kai sighed heavily and began explaining, "Anubis is the name of the Egyptian god of death. It was his job to usher souls who had passed on into the after life, but also he was charged with their judgment as well, someone like poor Yemma over there", and gestured at the pile of dust and empty clothes.
He noticed that the lady attendant that tried to get fresh with Dabura was crying and sobbing like her whole world had just died. Grand Kai listened more closely to her, trying to figure out why she crying so horribly over Yemma's remains. The one word he heard between sorrowful sobs and cries, the one word that said it all, and made the Grand Kai's blood boil like magma was "daddy". He snarled at the monster called Hurakan, but was just able to reign in his rage so he decided to finish his explanation. Through clenched teeth, he continued. "That damn sword Mr. Grim fucker face got there is also called Anubis, but instead of a death GOD, you have a death SWORD. It has the power to rip your soul right out of your body with just a little nick on the skin, hell, it don't even has to touch you., just be pointed in 'yer general direction. By the way, the thing has a LIFE and MIND of its own. If you like to kill, I mean eat, sleep, and breathe killing, this sword will take a real shinin' to ya. Obeys your commands, whether mental or verbal. That over sized meat clever has to go, goes double for the bastard wielding it!"
The four warriors readied themselves for a fight, and all shot like rockets, making a beeline for Hurakan. As they came at him, Hurakan became to calmly walk towards them, sword held in front of his face, smiling like he just won the lottery and thought to himself, "This is going to be fun!"
Atop Cynenba's new palace, the demon was still laughing like a demented fool, barely able to stay seated on his hideous throne. Hundreds of green robotic tentacles were shooting out of him, puncturing the floor, spreading throughout the palace, infesting it with mega technology that seemed to grow as though alive, taking whatever shape it was programmed to. As the technology spread, the palace began to change shape, new structure almost growing right out the wall. After only a single hour, what had once been a monolith of a tower, was now a castle that was in appearance a futuristic version of Barador, the castle of Sauron, the main villain in the Lord of the Ring Trilogy. As the final components of the palace took their final form, Cynenba retracted all of his tentacles and stood up and began walking toward the edge of the newly shaped palaces peak. He took off in a run and as he built up speed, he laughed all the harder, then leaped off like a skydiver jumping out of an airplane; arms spread wide, legs tight together, and disappeared from sight.
Dende and Mr. Popo had been uneasily staring at the bionic freak for over three hours, wondering one simple thing: "IS HE EVER GOING TO SHUT THE HELL UP?!?! TAKE YOUR DAMN PROZZAK ALREADY!" (Ok...make that two things. Oops!). As they cautiously approached the edge of the lookout, they were starting to think that the metallic sadist had committed suicide in his madness. Break out the friggin' Champaign.... or not. As they peeked over the edge, Cynenba all of a sudden appeared right in front of their faces, so close in face that you could of smell his breath (not that you'd want to!). He was bearing his serrated needle-like teeth like he was going to use them, but flashed pasted the two unfortunate companions, straight up into the clear morning sky. It looked like he was going to shoot right out of Earth's atmosphere, when he put of the brakes, kicking his feet up as though he was going to rebound of a wall, and shot straight back down aiming both outstretched fists right at the former guardian and Popo, with the likely intent to reduce the two to bloody mush.
As the two friends stared in stunned shock at the cyborg that could scare jaws shitless, Mr. Popo turned to Dende and whispered, "I've always loved you". Dende turned to Popo with a smile on his face and said, "I love you to, buddy". Mr. Popo frowned at that and whined, "I meant love as in MORE than friendship!" Dende promptly freaked out. His eyes were quite wide, his lips pulled into a nervous smile, and twitching at the corners occasionally. Mr. Popo cheered up again and quipped, "Just kidding!" Dende stared for a second, and then face vaulted, and then hit the deck flat on his back, his feet also twitching occasionally.
He wasn't the only one. Cynenba had stopped quite literally inches from them, and was just about to make some ground beef, when he caught the oddly time joke and also decided on a little siesta on consciousness. Mr. Popo had a finger against his puffy frowning lips, staring the two twitch like fish out of water. His only response was, "Well, at least we're still alive and Joker there decided to shut up at long freakin' last!" Cynenba stopped twitching, then started layin' a beatin' to Popo with his tail. He wrapped in around Popo's neck like an anaconda, then stood up slowly, but was still smiling and started to giggle psychotically. His deep growling voice spoke, "Even that little bit of bad humor can't bring me down today. We're going to have a guest soon, and we have to be ready for when he gets here. It's time to party, boys". With that said, he dropped Popo like a bad habit, lifted his swelling eyes to the heavens, and started to laugh again, eventually building into his now normal cackle.
As Cynenba laughed like what seemed to be without end, a small pinprick of light appeared just at the outskirts of earth's atmospheric ceiling. As the pinprick closed in, a form began to take shaped, a crude sort of outline of a person. As the thing came closer, more detail began to present itself. For one thing, it had four arms. Secondly, it had a long reptilian tail. Thirdly, even from so far off, it looked quite impressively muscular.
As it steadily came closer, even more detail could be made out: It had metal skin like Cynenba, but was a deep midnight black, and was wearing blood red battle armor on its legs, forearms, and upper body and lower chest, adorned with rounded robins egg blue crystals. The armor was covered in curved spikes, organic looking plating, and what looked like metal warts on the forearm gear.
To complete the terrifying picture, it wore a massive helmet that seemed to be in the process of building itself. Right now, it covered the entire top of the head, leaving the lower jaw exposed, sweeping into a massive rounded crown plate in back, obscuring a head of shoulder blade length golden air. The helmet had five horns slowly sliding out of it, four sticking out to the sides, and one sticking straight up. The biomech smiled to itself as it flew even faster, accelerating so much, it disappeared from sight. Cynenba raised his arms as though giving worship and smiled an open mouth smile, a madman's smile, his cruel eyes glowing malevolently. For once in what seemed like an eternity, the mechanoid monster was silent for once. He simply stared heavenward, looking more crazed in that single moment then he did since he first arrived on Earth. A sudden breeze buffeted his baggy black gold embroidered pants, coming from the left. Cynenba turned his nightmarish face to that direction, and suddenly yelled out, then took off in a power jog toward what had caused the breeze: the biomech.
The biomech was in a kneeling position, fists against the floor, its tail raised like a scorpions readying to strike. As Cynenba approached the living construct, it stood to its feet and folded both pairs of arms over its rather expansive chest. It turned to face Cynenba and smiled to itself. It was going to finally get the chance to show the universe what HE could do.
"Ah Vegeta, or should I say... Vegeta Metallix, how are you doing my lad?" Cynenba asked in a rather good mock-English accent. Vegeta Metallix simply grunted and gave Cynenba four middle fingers. Cynenba smiled at Vegeta's defiant nature, still quite prevalent even after dying, having his entire lower half replaced by robotics, and being so extensively altered through a combination of cybernetics and genetic engineering that he wasn't really Saiyin anymore. Just a really demonic looking machine with some rather nasty organic parts (Minus the obvious of course! Hehe!). Well at least when the big guy went "grocery shopping" he wouldn't "spoil" what he gets.
"Okay Vegeta Metallix, enough idle banter and bullshit, listen up you lean mean evil machine, I want you to collect some rather....tasty little treats. What they are, are attractive females. Who they are, you know by personal contact, and you already know how, when, and where to find them. I leave the rest in your many capable hands. Any questions, opinions, ideas, or what ever?" Cynenba stated.
"Yeah, one question", Vegeta Metallix rumbled. Cynenba arched a metal eyebrow and gestured for Vegeta Metallix to state his question. He really should have just sent him on his way, because Vegeta Metallix whined/mocked, "How do I get out of this chicken shit outfit". Instead of leaving it there though, he fired a titanic Ki blast right at Cynenba, catching him completely by surprise. The twisted cyborg was hit so hard; he was knocked clear across the continent. Not only that, he was only half the biomech he used to be (literally!). All that was left of him was his head and upper body and arms. Most of his golden body armor had been completely vaporized, and what was left was little more then streaks of liquid drizzled over his cracked and shattered blue metal epidermis.
Unfortunately, he was still alive! Cynenba came to a startling conclusion: He was still more powerful then Vegeta, but only by a measly two million levels! His own power level was forty six billion, two hundred and eighteen million! If Vegeta ever freed himself from the control implant (Wait, he hasn't already?!), he'd be royally screwed over. Well, at least Hurakan had over twenty times THAT power level. If Vegeta Metallix got in the Death God's face, he'd be Vegeta Scrap-Metallix in no time flat. Cynenba found that little thought somewhat comforting, but very little as he crashed into a packed cruise ship near the southern coastline. The impact sent passengers screaming in terror and fear for life, and some were sent to an early grave, or flying over the deck (Passengers overboard!). The impact was so great that it left a huge hole in the ship eighty feet wide, everything from melted railing to scorched deck boards were curled into the opening, and several decks in shambles, and the ship nearly capsized!
It would be several minutes before he fully regenerated. As the organics of his left arm finished growing back, the armor began to heal and take shape. When full regeneration had occurred, Cynenba snarled and climbed out of the wreckage, looking like he was brand new, but the look in his face was a very old one: anger. He slowly floated into the air, and begun to move away from the ship. As he did, an irate captain rushed up to him and started screaming obscenities at the cyborg demon; a bad mistake, as well as a big one. Cynenba gave the captain a squinting glare, and then blinked out of existence using instant transmission. The captain was shocked by Cynenba's disappearing act, but suddenly got very scared, because the deck was glowing, a bright orange color, like the burner on a stove does as it heats up. Just a quick as a lightning bolt, the captain came into understanding of what was going to happen: the ship was going to blow. That was the captain's last coherent thought as a living person.
As Cynenba flew away from the ship, it blew like a full-fledged nuclear weapon (minus the fall-out, which sucks by the way), flash boiling thousands of gallons of sea-water, vaporizing in a spectacular mushroom cloud, creating tidal waves almost a mile high! E was only now beginning to cheer up, but vaguely. 'Vegeta Metallix, that prick!' Cynenba angrily thought to himself as he increased his flight speed, heading back toward his new palace. As he began to pick up speed, a massive shadow passed over the waters. Cynenba turned over, and his face split into a massive grin. It was Crimson.
The city-sized battle ship was silently gliding along as though it was common place for something this big to do, and banked into the air, then spun like a drill bit, leveled out and came back down again. Cynenba was quite impressed; something so incredibly massive simply should not be that agile, or that fast. As he glided over the ocean surface, now turned face up to the star ship, he folded his arms over his heavily armored chest and whispered, "and people say that big guys aren't graceful. Ha". He then did some acrobatics himself, including barrel rolls, sharp banking maneuvers, flips, mid-air twists and so on. Cynenba flew along the skin of the ocean, in a vertical position as though he was standing, then shot straight up, banked to avoid colliding with crimson, and flew toward an open hatch on its outer hull, slowed down, grabbed the edge of the hatch, and pulled himself in.
He slithered through the crawl space like a snake, his body conforming to the cramped quarters, constantly morphing to avoid getting stuck. The cyborg eventually ran out of crawl way, and ended up in a gigantic hanger, filled to the brim with fighter craft that looked like they wouldn't be able to fly an inch, they were so heavily armed. They had a bulky fuselage; in contrast to the bulky bodies, they had long arrow tip shaped heads, with three-seater cockpits. They wings were attached to ridiculously over loaded, fat, oval shaped weapon modules, which were intern attached to the fuselage.
Cynenba took one look at the fighters and smiled warmly, singsong quipping "daddy's home, kids!" As the rest of him slithered out of the conduit, his body morphed back into its humanoid configuration and flexed every bio- metal muscle at once, making him bulge for a minute. Cynenba chuckled to himself as he teleported the bridge, and chuckled out loud as he surveyed his surroundings.
The bridge itself was a massive pentagon shaped room, each wall being as long as football field! A massive view screen took up the forward wall; it was looking at a giant movie screen rather than a computer monitor. A captain's chair fit for a giant rested atop a high hexagon shaped platform that narrow out on top; the chair itself looked like a pair of skeleton hands touching at the wrists, splayed wide, as though begging or pleading, leather cushioning attached along the touching thumbs and wrists, and at each "fingers" base where large orbs of deep blue crystal set into the "joint", wrapped in swirling bronze and swaying tendrils that resembled muscle fibers. Disk-like screens displayed system read-outs and other data that Cynenba thought was unimportant (well, to him).
Cynenba also saw hundreds of stations, some built into dome shaped constructs, others sunk right into the deck, or shaped in other odd shapes, some even being arranged in groups along or set into vein-like conduits running the length of the bridge. He was wringing his hands with potent glee when a familiar presence (Damn, his timing sucks!) manifested itself right behind him, and slapped him on the back, in a rather complimentary way. When Cynenba turned around, there was Hurakan...wearing jeans, biker boots with exterior steel toes, buckles galore and even old cowboy spurs on the heels (what the fuck?!), and a heavily studded black leather coat with red shoulder embellishments, wide open, revealing, His chest, as well as greenish looking scars and long healed, but scarred-over battle wounds all over his glistening midnight black skin. He was wearing silver sunglasses with bright blue tinted lenses, and wore his platinum hair completely loose and free, not in the usual five ponytails.
"WHHAAAZZZZZZUUUUUUUPPPP!!!!" the Death God shouted out, his tongue hanging out, and giving the surfers "hanging ten" hand gesture. He smiled warmly, and then walked past a confused, not to mention stunned, Cynenba, and promptly flopped down into the captain's chair, earning him an irate, "YOU CUNT! WHO THE FUCK MADE YOU CAPTAIN?! THIS IS MY KAMI DAMN SHIP, SO SHOVE OFF, MATEY!" This didn't phase the Death God one bit, as he calmly settled back into the captain's chair and pulled out a rather fat metal tube, put it to his scaly lips, bit into it and withdrew the tube, revealing a rather fat Cuban cigar. The tip of the cigar lit up on its own, and Hurakan responding in kind, sucking in a massive breath, then blowing out a billowing cloud of smoke, which smelled vaguely of marijuana. Marijuana?! The louse was trying to get high! If he wasn't already. Cynenba was just about to let Hurakan have a piece of his mind (and his fist while he was at it), when the freaky lizard deity started to chuckle rather loudly, but soon ended up busting with laughter, winding up in stitches, and a truly happy smile plastered all over his mug.
"You know something, Cynenba?" the Death God began, the cigar rolling on his teeth. As he spoke, the Anubis sword, with blade full extended, the eyes of the skull on the handle glowing fiercely, and caked in dried blood, appeared in front of him, and floated closer to him. He clasped the handle in his huge bare hand, closing his fist ever so slowly around the hilt, as though savoring the act. He looked the blade up and down, and then looked Cynenba right in the eye, making the cyborg uneasy all of a sudden. Just as he was about to ask Hurakan what the hell he was doing, when the Death God tossed the sword of death to Cynenba, who was startled by the action, but was able to catch the sword just before it hit the deck. He quickly looked to the sword and then to his bizarre creator, then back to the sword, then back to Hurakan again. Hurakan simply smiled, then got out of the captains chair and walked over to Cynenba with a fatherly pride evident in his eyes. He took the cigar out of his mouth, and placed a giant hand on Cynenba's shoulder and said, softly, voice full of happiness and pride, and with a hint of completion, "My dear boy. I am so very proud of you. You have achieved the level of power that I have been seeking for millennium on end. I can now avenge my people and myself, utilizing not only you but", and with a gesture of his head, beckoned behind him, to a large form stalking up behind him, "Him".
When Cynenba got a good look at the figure, he should have been angry as hell, trying to tear the guy apart, but he was actually happy, as he realized what Hurakan was doing: He was passing on the reins of leadership to him! Cool! As Vegeta Metallix stomped up to Cynenba, he extended a hand to him and said, with surprising honesty, "Sorry about that blast...boss. Hurakan told me to". He smirked a bit, and started to chuckle as well. Soon, three of the most powerful warriors in all creation were laughing madly. They decided to save the laughter for later and got serious. Hurakan saluted Cynenba, as did Vegeta Metallix. Hurakan asked, rather seriously, though with a boyish smile on his face, "Permission to take the helm, sir?" to which Cynenba returned the salute and answered, "Take your place, Mr. Hurakan. V.M., your Hurakan's co-pilot". As the two walked over to the helm stations, they realized that these stations were meant for people as big as they. The Death God and bio-mech took their seats, and initiated manual control. Hurakan found two control sticks with horizontal grips on either side of his console, and gripped them tightly, giggling insanely. He repositioned his glasses and quipped, "Hang onto your guts, 'Commander Cynenba'. I'm flooring it!" and pulled back on both the control grips rather hard.
The acceleration was all but unnoticeable, but only for a fraction of a second. The ship shot up at an angle, with such power and force, it shook the planet with the sonic boom it created, causing tidal waves, earthquakes, and other natural disasters all across the globe. Cynenba was flung head over heels, just barely able to grab his command chair, and begun hanging on for dear fuckin' life. Vegeta was being smashed into his chair, but fairing a bit better than his new commanding officer. As the ship shot pass Jupiter, a voice seemed to echo throughout the vacuum of space, despite the lack of atmosphere. The voice roared, "LOOK OUT UNIVERSE! 'CAUSE HERE COMES... THE THREE BEASTS!!"
AUTHOR"S NOTE: Sorry for such a long chapter guys, but soon, I will have the heroes encounter the Prometheus Star face to face (so to speak) and finally get into things full time! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as I have presenting it to you, and now, My faithful ones, such as Bebi_Mara_Jade, and my sweet one, my dark angel, Camaro Marilyn Camden. Until next time, Metallixer's, when we meet again in "Heroes and the Darkness Finally Revealed".
Other World, the next stage in a person's existence. When their time in the world of the living has concluded, they pass on to Other World. If you have been good, tried your best to be of good character, trusting, caring of others and conscious of pain in the world, and willing to something positive about it, and simply trying to make the world a better place to live in, then the great King Yemma will judge you by your actions and deeds, and send you onto Heaven. Should you choose unjust ways, the ways of cruelty, greed, malice, hate, and evil in general, and then Yemma will judge you accordingly. Meaning he will quite literally send you to Hell.
He had resided at the celestial check-in station for time immeasurable, but right now he wished he were somewhere else right about now. Why, you may ask? The answer is both simply, and rather comical (not for poor Yemma, though!). None other the Grand Kai himself was viciously berating him for losing track of over a dozen super villains that were sent to Hell for their evil ways in life. The Grand Kai had been screaming basically the same thing for over two hours straight! "What the hell do you mean that you lost them, Yemma?! How do you lose sixteen of the worst super villains in the universe, who had DIED, and now may very well be running lose again?! How do you do it?!" From the color of the Grand Kai's face, it looked like he was going to blow.
He stomped and paced and ranted and roared, all of which wasn't doing his blood pressure the least bit of good, while at the same time gave the old coot some much needed exercise, King Yemma began to think to himself. Just as his thought had just got going, the Grand Kai screamed, "YEMMA! ARE YOU LISTENING, FAT BOY!! PAY ATTENTION WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!!" causing Yemma to fall off his chair and hit the floor with an earthquake-type crash. The entire check-in station shook under Yemma impact, frightening everybody there. The male attendants were just barely keeping their footing, while their female counterparts hitting tile and carpet quite hard. All of the disembodied souls scattered in all directions, the cloud-like souls ducking behind attendants that were still standing, pillars, normal sized desks, King Yemma's Giant sized desk which had plenty of hiding space in the drawers, and every other available hiding spot they could find.
One daring spirit had forced its way down the blouse of one of the female attendants, seeking shelter, and was stuck to her rather impressive chest like a scared child. The sky blue skin of the attendant in question turned a very pale shade of robin egg, and proceeded to scream so shrilly that everyone hit the deck clutching theirs ears in pain. Yemma whined tearfully, "For Kami's sake, this day simply cannot get any worse!!" Unfortunately, My dear Yemma, it most certainly can. From out of nowhere, Dabura the demon king stormed in with an angry glare on his deep pink face (having naturally pink skin makes it really easy to look upset all the time). King Yemma had brought him back to life with permission of Kibito Kai and had given him a part-time job as a sort of security chief. He was put in charge of giving evil souls the boot, and keeping both good and evil souls in line while they were in the check in station, plus he was given his old throne back.
Right now he looked ready to kill anything that moved, and he was giving the female attendant with the uninvited "house guest" a particularly nasty evil eye. Instead of pissing herself with fear, as was the intent, she did a "starry-eyed, crazy-in-love fan girl", and ran to Dabura and clamped onto him in a bear hug (well, an attempt at one, her arms couldn't reach all the way around his waist). Dabura was taken aback by the stupid girls forwardness, then realized why she had treating him like a giant plaything...HE WAS WEARING ONLY A TOWEL!! AAHHHHHH!! He had just begun to tack a shower when all hell broke loose (pardon that pun to), and had simply wrapped the towel around him for the sake of expediency. Dabura was now fiercely blushing, the attendant girl was snuggling into his massive chest, smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl, and every face in the station was turned toward the two. The spirit who had ducked into the girls blouse had popped out like the cork of a Champaign bottle when the two had collided. It mumbled something about Dabura being a jackass, and that being in the girls blouse had been worth being run over by a eighteen wheeler, then eaten by ravenous dogs, and finally being burned to so much ash.
The Grand Kai couldn't agree more, since he had strapped on a pair of X-ray goggles, and was, to say the least, getting an eyeful. Fortunately, he looking only at the new girlfriend that the demon king had picked up, and was really glad she had hopped up onto Dabura's over-sized chest. He most certainly didn't want to have a gander at Dabura's massive, ahem, equipment. He was actually glad for all the insanity happening right now, because it helped him calm down considerably. He really wished had acted his age with Yemma, but sixteen super villains just up and disappearing just doesn't happen, especially in the afterlife!
He was just about to get up when the foyer of the check-in station exploded in a lightening fast eruption of flame and flying debris, thrown bodies and body parts, terrified spirits, and office furniture. The Grand Kai was thrown back to the floor like he had just been hit by a train, feeling like every rib had been broken, or at least fractured. He gripped his savagely aching chest, wincing as he did so. 'What the hell is goin' on?!' was the question that was immediate in the Grand Kai's mind at the moment a he surveyed what could only be described as a terrorist attack, but in the afterlife? As the Grand Kai slowly got back to his feet, two of Other World's most powerful warriors busted through the back door like a couple of bulls in a china shop and went over the Grand Kai, offering assistance, and also quite curious.
"Grand Kai, sir, what happened in here?" inquired Pikkon, a warrior with spotted green skin, and a face that was something like a fish/frog cross. He wore flowing white robes over a pair of white pants and a blue turtleneck, topped off with a tall black fez with white trim. He slipped an arm under the Grand Kai to steady him, and helped the ruler of Other World to his feet. He looked back to his companion, a hugely muscled blonde man wearing a rather short Greek toga, "Hey, Olibu? You see anything that might of caused this?" Pikkon shouted to his fellow fighter. Olibu replied, his voice tinged with slight hesitation, "Um, well, I see something, but as to what it is, well, you'll just have to see it for yourselves". The Grand Kai, rather angrily started to shout, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SEE IT FOR...'", but began to falter as he turned around to look in the direction of what used to be foyer, the words catching in his throat. What he felt made his blood run cold, his spine shiver like someone had splashed him with ice cold water then stuck him in a freezer for a couple of hours to emphasize the point, and his heart seemed to tighten like he was going to suffer a heart attack.
What he felt was like something out of a nightmare. It was walking through the smoke and fire like it had done this kind of thing before, and looking right at home, too. As it got closer, they could make out definite feelings and impressions from whatever it was. They felt freezing cold cruelty, but also great sorrow and intense, almost psychotic anger emanating from this bizarre...thing. As the fires and smoke seemed to rise, they saw something walking toward them. The trio was now airborne trying to get a good look at the owner of the chilling presence they felt. They soon wished they hadn't.
The "owner" was over twelve feet tall, and wearing robes of such a deep shade of black, it was looking at the void of space. The robes were a mix of tattered robes layered atop flowing venerable robes underneath, all trimmed or embroidered with silver. The robes seemed to stretch on forever in all direction, like some kind of moving patch of midnight sky torn from its place in the heavens, strands and tatters of fabric thrashing and snaking about as though they were alive. Its chest was as wide a small car, and protected by medieval body armor and chain mail. The head was wide and very lizard like, sporting six ivory horns, spreading out, making the creature look like it was wearing a crown of some sort. The creatures tar black skin glistened like polished metal, the mane of platinum colored hair a sharp contrast. The most chilling piece was the sunken blood red eyes, which seemed to lock onto those gathered with a snipers surety. A broad smile spread across its face, as it got closer to the check in station, then took to the air, gliding along like some kind of specter, or a wraith.
In the time it takes to blink, the strange entity had landed right at what used to be the door step to the station, then glided along the floor, whipping right up to the base of King Yemma's enormous desk, and seemed to slide up the front of it, until he was standing on top of it, looking Yemma straight in the eye.
It gave Yemma a friendly nod and spoke with a voice like rushing water and rolling thunder, "Dear sir, I enquire about the price of some merchandise I came into possession of. A most fetching creature, indeed", and with a shrug of its giant shoulders, the robes in front were thrown over it shoulders like some kind of ghastly cape. Firmly clutched in its over sized gauntleted hands was a woman with a super model figure, light blue skin, pointed ears, and fiery red hair flowing free instead of the usual loose bun she had her hair styled into. She was completely naked, and had claw marks, bruises, and bite marks all over her usually flawless body. The creature quipped, "My apologies. I did get a bit carried away, did I not?" and smiled down smugly at the ravaged Princess Snake.
Yemma stared for only a second, then completely lost any remnant of composure he had left and let the freakish nutcase giving Princess Snake a sick gleam, have it. He slammed his massive hands down onto his desk as hard as he could, almost smashing the desk to splinters, and shaking the entire check in station worse then when he had fallen over. The stranger didn't so much as blink, remaining perfectly motionless, and now began smiling at Yemma with a rather cool expression, like he wanted Yemma mad at him.
"YOU SICK FUCKIN' BASTARD!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, COMING IN HERE, TRYING TO BUY A PERSON, LET ALONE PRINCESS SNAKE, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN ALL OF OTHERWORLD?!?! I SHOULD HAVE YOU SHOT FOR WHAT YOU DID, YOU PERVERTED PRICK!!!!" screamed Yemma. The stranger looked somewhat miffed, then looked mildly surprised, as King Yemma reared back and threw a truck sized fist at blinding speeds at the twisted lizard man. He missed.
The giant reptilian Grim Reaper vanished in a blur, then reappeared over the floundering Yemma, a potently angry glare in his eyes, which were engulfed in crackling red lightning. He spoke again, but now his voice had taken on a chilling effect of sounding like several different demonic voices speaking as one, with a vague wood burning sound underneath.
"You dare to strike ME?! You bloated idiot! You could have killed the woman, and would of only SHATERED your hand as the water breaks against the stone, you brainless twit! You have no IDEA who I AM!! You may be the lord of this ridiculous check in station, the captain of this ship of the dead, but I am the lord of DEATH ITSELF!! I AM HURAKAN, THE DEATH GOD!! NOW, SUFFER FOR YOUR AFFRONT, YOU FILTHY WORM!! BE AS DUST BENEATH MY FEET!!" he roared, blazing heat rising from him like an inferno right from the deepest pit of hell itself.
As his voice seemed to shake all of Other World, the crackling energy in his eyes exploded from them, hitting Yemma so hard, it began to push the giant man right through the floor, that began caving in under the combined force of Yemma's tremendous weight and the force of Ki blast. As everyone looked on, Yemma seemed to shrink for a second, then a sickened attendant screeched out, "Sweet Kami, he's...AGING!" Indeed he was, aging hundreds of years in moments. His skin began to loosen; his muscles began to shrivel down to nothing, his huge bones becoming visible through his skin. Yemma tried to scream, but he felt his lungs, shriveling and drying out. Every piece of living flesh looked like it was being sucked dry of life. His eyes swelled and burst like over-filled water balloons, his face seemed to tear itself to pieces as it aged, his bones shattering into fine powder.
As though on cue, Yemma's body exploded into a massive cloud of dust, engulfing the entire room. What little was seen was a massive cloud of blood red particles swirling and coalescing near Yemma's desk one minute, being sucked into something dark the next minute. As the dust began to clear, and lungs cough up buckets of Yemma dust, all could see the demonic Hurakan, The Death God sucking up the crimson particles, and some kind of ghost-like specter moaning in agony. The ghost was Yemma's soul, by the way. When Hurakan finished his meal, he dropped to the floor, and began turning around.
"Who is the next to...?" He began, but got a savagely powerful spin kick right to his ugly chops, smashing his jaw like so much china. As the monster reeled, he dropped Princess Snake, who disappeared in a blur, and reappeared on the over side of the check in station main office, gently cradled in the arms of Pikkon, who looked on as Olibu rammed into his armored chest, pounding like a madman, punching, pulling, kicking, and elbowing alternately, catching the death god completely by surprise.
With a sickening crunch of bone, Hurakan restored his jaw, and axe-handled Olibu away, looking sadistically raging furious, his sunken eyes almost bursting they were bulging so much. He was just about to open his mouth, which had begun to charge with a purplish Ki, when a sword came screaming out of the shadows, piercing Hurakan's body armor with the ease of a stainless steel knife cutting through butter. It embedded itself deep in his back, enticing a scream from the monster. It was quickly removed though, as Hurakan angrily looked over his shoulder and WILLED the sword out of the wound, grabbed the blade and threw it back into the shadows, missing its long departed owner completely. As he turned back around, Olibu and Pikkon had gotten into battle stances, which further enraged the angry lord of death. As he growled and snarled like an animal, Dabura calmly floated over to the pair and landed beside them, taking up a stance himself.
"Hey guys, what's up?" the gravely voice of the demon king spoke to the two warriors. Pikkon was the first to respond, "Oh, nothin' much Deby, we just decided to play escort to The Grand Kai when he needed to pay a business visit to Yemma". Dabura glared at the use of his newest nickname, but decided to discuss that later. Right now, they had a jacked up grim reaper to lay a beating to. He followed Pikkon and Olibu's example and got in a fighting stance, eager to rearrange someone's inside with his teeth. Just as they were about to take off, the Grand Kai dropped out of nowhere, smashing right into Hurakan's massive head, then leaping off, twisting in mid-air, and flipped over to face the monster and piped up, "You boys gonna hog all the fun?", then got serious and gave Hurakan a withering glare, also taking up a stance.
Hurakan was most definitely not happy, but when he saw exactly what he was up against, he smirked and chuckled, "This IS going to be fun, ahahaha", then reached behind his back and pulled out a sword with the most elaborate and highly decorated silver hilt that anyone had ever seen, displaying twisting curls, bent spikes, encrusted jewels of every sort, the biggest being a orb-like black diamond, a red skull etched into it, and the main portion of the hilt bent upward at the tips into serrated claws. But where the blade should have been, was instead a three foot long platinum cone. The four warriors started to laugh aloud, openly mocking the sorry excuse for a sword that Hurakan had decided to use. As their laughter grew, so did Hurakan's anger.
He gripped the long grip with both hands and brought the rather bizarre weapon close to his face, closed his eyes, as though in concentration, and smiled to himself. As he began to smile, the cone split open, its two halves sliding along the hilt. Concealed inside the cone was a blade almost as long as the cone, the edges of the blade straight, curving in, straight, curving back out, the straight again, ending in a serrated tip. With a massive grin on his face, Hurakan began yelling something in a guttural language, and the blade exploded out the hilt, extending to over thirty feet!
The laughing soon stopped as the silver edged blade stopped extending, the black flat surfaces of the sword glistening, blood red lettering of some kind giving off an eerie glow. That wasn't the only thing glowing; two yellow eyes burst to life at the end of the sword's handle. They belonged to a dark iron skull wearing an Egyptian Pharaoh style headdress.
"Anubis", whispered the gravelly voice of the Dabura, almost too quietly to be heard. The others turned to him, a questioning look on his face, the only exception being the Grand Kai, who looked like he was doubting what he heard with furious conviction. Pikkon noticed the Kai's reaction to the terrifying sword and whispered, "sir, what is 'Anubis'?" The Grand Kai sighed heavily and began explaining, "Anubis is the name of the Egyptian god of death. It was his job to usher souls who had passed on into the after life, but also he was charged with their judgment as well, someone like poor Yemma over there", and gestured at the pile of dust and empty clothes.
He noticed that the lady attendant that tried to get fresh with Dabura was crying and sobbing like her whole world had just died. Grand Kai listened more closely to her, trying to figure out why she crying so horribly over Yemma's remains. The one word he heard between sorrowful sobs and cries, the one word that said it all, and made the Grand Kai's blood boil like magma was "daddy". He snarled at the monster called Hurakan, but was just able to reign in his rage so he decided to finish his explanation. Through clenched teeth, he continued. "That damn sword Mr. Grim fucker face got there is also called Anubis, but instead of a death GOD, you have a death SWORD. It has the power to rip your soul right out of your body with just a little nick on the skin, hell, it don't even has to touch you., just be pointed in 'yer general direction. By the way, the thing has a LIFE and MIND of its own. If you like to kill, I mean eat, sleep, and breathe killing, this sword will take a real shinin' to ya. Obeys your commands, whether mental or verbal. That over sized meat clever has to go, goes double for the bastard wielding it!"
The four warriors readied themselves for a fight, and all shot like rockets, making a beeline for Hurakan. As they came at him, Hurakan became to calmly walk towards them, sword held in front of his face, smiling like he just won the lottery and thought to himself, "This is going to be fun!"
Atop Cynenba's new palace, the demon was still laughing like a demented fool, barely able to stay seated on his hideous throne. Hundreds of green robotic tentacles were shooting out of him, puncturing the floor, spreading throughout the palace, infesting it with mega technology that seemed to grow as though alive, taking whatever shape it was programmed to. As the technology spread, the palace began to change shape, new structure almost growing right out the wall. After only a single hour, what had once been a monolith of a tower, was now a castle that was in appearance a futuristic version of Barador, the castle of Sauron, the main villain in the Lord of the Ring Trilogy. As the final components of the palace took their final form, Cynenba retracted all of his tentacles and stood up and began walking toward the edge of the newly shaped palaces peak. He took off in a run and as he built up speed, he laughed all the harder, then leaped off like a skydiver jumping out of an airplane; arms spread wide, legs tight together, and disappeared from sight.
Dende and Mr. Popo had been uneasily staring at the bionic freak for over three hours, wondering one simple thing: "IS HE EVER GOING TO SHUT THE HELL UP?!?! TAKE YOUR DAMN PROZZAK ALREADY!" (Ok...make that two things. Oops!). As they cautiously approached the edge of the lookout, they were starting to think that the metallic sadist had committed suicide in his madness. Break out the friggin' Champaign.... or not. As they peeked over the edge, Cynenba all of a sudden appeared right in front of their faces, so close in face that you could of smell his breath (not that you'd want to!). He was bearing his serrated needle-like teeth like he was going to use them, but flashed pasted the two unfortunate companions, straight up into the clear morning sky. It looked like he was going to shoot right out of Earth's atmosphere, when he put of the brakes, kicking his feet up as though he was going to rebound of a wall, and shot straight back down aiming both outstretched fists right at the former guardian and Popo, with the likely intent to reduce the two to bloody mush.
As the two friends stared in stunned shock at the cyborg that could scare jaws shitless, Mr. Popo turned to Dende and whispered, "I've always loved you". Dende turned to Popo with a smile on his face and said, "I love you to, buddy". Mr. Popo frowned at that and whined, "I meant love as in MORE than friendship!" Dende promptly freaked out. His eyes were quite wide, his lips pulled into a nervous smile, and twitching at the corners occasionally. Mr. Popo cheered up again and quipped, "Just kidding!" Dende stared for a second, and then face vaulted, and then hit the deck flat on his back, his feet also twitching occasionally.
He wasn't the only one. Cynenba had stopped quite literally inches from them, and was just about to make some ground beef, when he caught the oddly time joke and also decided on a little siesta on consciousness. Mr. Popo had a finger against his puffy frowning lips, staring the two twitch like fish out of water. His only response was, "Well, at least we're still alive and Joker there decided to shut up at long freakin' last!" Cynenba stopped twitching, then started layin' a beatin' to Popo with his tail. He wrapped in around Popo's neck like an anaconda, then stood up slowly, but was still smiling and started to giggle psychotically. His deep growling voice spoke, "Even that little bit of bad humor can't bring me down today. We're going to have a guest soon, and we have to be ready for when he gets here. It's time to party, boys". With that said, he dropped Popo like a bad habit, lifted his swelling eyes to the heavens, and started to laugh again, eventually building into his now normal cackle.
As Cynenba laughed like what seemed to be without end, a small pinprick of light appeared just at the outskirts of earth's atmospheric ceiling. As the pinprick closed in, a form began to take shaped, a crude sort of outline of a person. As the thing came closer, more detail began to present itself. For one thing, it had four arms. Secondly, it had a long reptilian tail. Thirdly, even from so far off, it looked quite impressively muscular.
As it steadily came closer, even more detail could be made out: It had metal skin like Cynenba, but was a deep midnight black, and was wearing blood red battle armor on its legs, forearms, and upper body and lower chest, adorned with rounded robins egg blue crystals. The armor was covered in curved spikes, organic looking plating, and what looked like metal warts on the forearm gear.
To complete the terrifying picture, it wore a massive helmet that seemed to be in the process of building itself. Right now, it covered the entire top of the head, leaving the lower jaw exposed, sweeping into a massive rounded crown plate in back, obscuring a head of shoulder blade length golden air. The helmet had five horns slowly sliding out of it, four sticking out to the sides, and one sticking straight up. The biomech smiled to itself as it flew even faster, accelerating so much, it disappeared from sight. Cynenba raised his arms as though giving worship and smiled an open mouth smile, a madman's smile, his cruel eyes glowing malevolently. For once in what seemed like an eternity, the mechanoid monster was silent for once. He simply stared heavenward, looking more crazed in that single moment then he did since he first arrived on Earth. A sudden breeze buffeted his baggy black gold embroidered pants, coming from the left. Cynenba turned his nightmarish face to that direction, and suddenly yelled out, then took off in a power jog toward what had caused the breeze: the biomech.
The biomech was in a kneeling position, fists against the floor, its tail raised like a scorpions readying to strike. As Cynenba approached the living construct, it stood to its feet and folded both pairs of arms over its rather expansive chest. It turned to face Cynenba and smiled to itself. It was going to finally get the chance to show the universe what HE could do.
"Ah Vegeta, or should I say... Vegeta Metallix, how are you doing my lad?" Cynenba asked in a rather good mock-English accent. Vegeta Metallix simply grunted and gave Cynenba four middle fingers. Cynenba smiled at Vegeta's defiant nature, still quite prevalent even after dying, having his entire lower half replaced by robotics, and being so extensively altered through a combination of cybernetics and genetic engineering that he wasn't really Saiyin anymore. Just a really demonic looking machine with some rather nasty organic parts (Minus the obvious of course! Hehe!). Well at least when the big guy went "grocery shopping" he wouldn't "spoil" what he gets.
"Okay Vegeta Metallix, enough idle banter and bullshit, listen up you lean mean evil machine, I want you to collect some rather....tasty little treats. What they are, are attractive females. Who they are, you know by personal contact, and you already know how, when, and where to find them. I leave the rest in your many capable hands. Any questions, opinions, ideas, or what ever?" Cynenba stated.
"Yeah, one question", Vegeta Metallix rumbled. Cynenba arched a metal eyebrow and gestured for Vegeta Metallix to state his question. He really should have just sent him on his way, because Vegeta Metallix whined/mocked, "How do I get out of this chicken shit outfit". Instead of leaving it there though, he fired a titanic Ki blast right at Cynenba, catching him completely by surprise. The twisted cyborg was hit so hard; he was knocked clear across the continent. Not only that, he was only half the biomech he used to be (literally!). All that was left of him was his head and upper body and arms. Most of his golden body armor had been completely vaporized, and what was left was little more then streaks of liquid drizzled over his cracked and shattered blue metal epidermis.
Unfortunately, he was still alive! Cynenba came to a startling conclusion: He was still more powerful then Vegeta, but only by a measly two million levels! His own power level was forty six billion, two hundred and eighteen million! If Vegeta ever freed himself from the control implant (Wait, he hasn't already?!), he'd be royally screwed over. Well, at least Hurakan had over twenty times THAT power level. If Vegeta Metallix got in the Death God's face, he'd be Vegeta Scrap-Metallix in no time flat. Cynenba found that little thought somewhat comforting, but very little as he crashed into a packed cruise ship near the southern coastline. The impact sent passengers screaming in terror and fear for life, and some were sent to an early grave, or flying over the deck (Passengers overboard!). The impact was so great that it left a huge hole in the ship eighty feet wide, everything from melted railing to scorched deck boards were curled into the opening, and several decks in shambles, and the ship nearly capsized!
It would be several minutes before he fully regenerated. As the organics of his left arm finished growing back, the armor began to heal and take shape. When full regeneration had occurred, Cynenba snarled and climbed out of the wreckage, looking like he was brand new, but the look in his face was a very old one: anger. He slowly floated into the air, and begun to move away from the ship. As he did, an irate captain rushed up to him and started screaming obscenities at the cyborg demon; a bad mistake, as well as a big one. Cynenba gave the captain a squinting glare, and then blinked out of existence using instant transmission. The captain was shocked by Cynenba's disappearing act, but suddenly got very scared, because the deck was glowing, a bright orange color, like the burner on a stove does as it heats up. Just a quick as a lightning bolt, the captain came into understanding of what was going to happen: the ship was going to blow. That was the captain's last coherent thought as a living person.
As Cynenba flew away from the ship, it blew like a full-fledged nuclear weapon (minus the fall-out, which sucks by the way), flash boiling thousands of gallons of sea-water, vaporizing in a spectacular mushroom cloud, creating tidal waves almost a mile high! E was only now beginning to cheer up, but vaguely. 'Vegeta Metallix, that prick!' Cynenba angrily thought to himself as he increased his flight speed, heading back toward his new palace. As he began to pick up speed, a massive shadow passed over the waters. Cynenba turned over, and his face split into a massive grin. It was Crimson.
The city-sized battle ship was silently gliding along as though it was common place for something this big to do, and banked into the air, then spun like a drill bit, leveled out and came back down again. Cynenba was quite impressed; something so incredibly massive simply should not be that agile, or that fast. As he glided over the ocean surface, now turned face up to the star ship, he folded his arms over his heavily armored chest and whispered, "and people say that big guys aren't graceful. Ha". He then did some acrobatics himself, including barrel rolls, sharp banking maneuvers, flips, mid-air twists and so on. Cynenba flew along the skin of the ocean, in a vertical position as though he was standing, then shot straight up, banked to avoid colliding with crimson, and flew toward an open hatch on its outer hull, slowed down, grabbed the edge of the hatch, and pulled himself in.
He slithered through the crawl space like a snake, his body conforming to the cramped quarters, constantly morphing to avoid getting stuck. The cyborg eventually ran out of crawl way, and ended up in a gigantic hanger, filled to the brim with fighter craft that looked like they wouldn't be able to fly an inch, they were so heavily armed. They had a bulky fuselage; in contrast to the bulky bodies, they had long arrow tip shaped heads, with three-seater cockpits. They wings were attached to ridiculously over loaded, fat, oval shaped weapon modules, which were intern attached to the fuselage.
Cynenba took one look at the fighters and smiled warmly, singsong quipping "daddy's home, kids!" As the rest of him slithered out of the conduit, his body morphed back into its humanoid configuration and flexed every bio- metal muscle at once, making him bulge for a minute. Cynenba chuckled to himself as he teleported the bridge, and chuckled out loud as he surveyed his surroundings.
The bridge itself was a massive pentagon shaped room, each wall being as long as football field! A massive view screen took up the forward wall; it was looking at a giant movie screen rather than a computer monitor. A captain's chair fit for a giant rested atop a high hexagon shaped platform that narrow out on top; the chair itself looked like a pair of skeleton hands touching at the wrists, splayed wide, as though begging or pleading, leather cushioning attached along the touching thumbs and wrists, and at each "fingers" base where large orbs of deep blue crystal set into the "joint", wrapped in swirling bronze and swaying tendrils that resembled muscle fibers. Disk-like screens displayed system read-outs and other data that Cynenba thought was unimportant (well, to him).
Cynenba also saw hundreds of stations, some built into dome shaped constructs, others sunk right into the deck, or shaped in other odd shapes, some even being arranged in groups along or set into vein-like conduits running the length of the bridge. He was wringing his hands with potent glee when a familiar presence (Damn, his timing sucks!) manifested itself right behind him, and slapped him on the back, in a rather complimentary way. When Cynenba turned around, there was Hurakan...wearing jeans, biker boots with exterior steel toes, buckles galore and even old cowboy spurs on the heels (what the fuck?!), and a heavily studded black leather coat with red shoulder embellishments, wide open, revealing, His chest, as well as greenish looking scars and long healed, but scarred-over battle wounds all over his glistening midnight black skin. He was wearing silver sunglasses with bright blue tinted lenses, and wore his platinum hair completely loose and free, not in the usual five ponytails.
"WHHAAAZZZZZZUUUUUUUPPPP!!!!" the Death God shouted out, his tongue hanging out, and giving the surfers "hanging ten" hand gesture. He smiled warmly, and then walked past a confused, not to mention stunned, Cynenba, and promptly flopped down into the captain's chair, earning him an irate, "YOU CUNT! WHO THE FUCK MADE YOU CAPTAIN?! THIS IS MY KAMI DAMN SHIP, SO SHOVE OFF, MATEY!" This didn't phase the Death God one bit, as he calmly settled back into the captain's chair and pulled out a rather fat metal tube, put it to his scaly lips, bit into it and withdrew the tube, revealing a rather fat Cuban cigar. The tip of the cigar lit up on its own, and Hurakan responding in kind, sucking in a massive breath, then blowing out a billowing cloud of smoke, which smelled vaguely of marijuana. Marijuana?! The louse was trying to get high! If he wasn't already. Cynenba was just about to let Hurakan have a piece of his mind (and his fist while he was at it), when the freaky lizard deity started to chuckle rather loudly, but soon ended up busting with laughter, winding up in stitches, and a truly happy smile plastered all over his mug.
"You know something, Cynenba?" the Death God began, the cigar rolling on his teeth. As he spoke, the Anubis sword, with blade full extended, the eyes of the skull on the handle glowing fiercely, and caked in dried blood, appeared in front of him, and floated closer to him. He clasped the handle in his huge bare hand, closing his fist ever so slowly around the hilt, as though savoring the act. He looked the blade up and down, and then looked Cynenba right in the eye, making the cyborg uneasy all of a sudden. Just as he was about to ask Hurakan what the hell he was doing, when the Death God tossed the sword of death to Cynenba, who was startled by the action, but was able to catch the sword just before it hit the deck. He quickly looked to the sword and then to his bizarre creator, then back to the sword, then back to Hurakan again. Hurakan simply smiled, then got out of the captains chair and walked over to Cynenba with a fatherly pride evident in his eyes. He took the cigar out of his mouth, and placed a giant hand on Cynenba's shoulder and said, softly, voice full of happiness and pride, and with a hint of completion, "My dear boy. I am so very proud of you. You have achieved the level of power that I have been seeking for millennium on end. I can now avenge my people and myself, utilizing not only you but", and with a gesture of his head, beckoned behind him, to a large form stalking up behind him, "Him".
When Cynenba got a good look at the figure, he should have been angry as hell, trying to tear the guy apart, but he was actually happy, as he realized what Hurakan was doing: He was passing on the reins of leadership to him! Cool! As Vegeta Metallix stomped up to Cynenba, he extended a hand to him and said, with surprising honesty, "Sorry about that blast...boss. Hurakan told me to". He smirked a bit, and started to chuckle as well. Soon, three of the most powerful warriors in all creation were laughing madly. They decided to save the laughter for later and got serious. Hurakan saluted Cynenba, as did Vegeta Metallix. Hurakan asked, rather seriously, though with a boyish smile on his face, "Permission to take the helm, sir?" to which Cynenba returned the salute and answered, "Take your place, Mr. Hurakan. V.M., your Hurakan's co-pilot". As the two walked over to the helm stations, they realized that these stations were meant for people as big as they. The Death God and bio-mech took their seats, and initiated manual control. Hurakan found two control sticks with horizontal grips on either side of his console, and gripped them tightly, giggling insanely. He repositioned his glasses and quipped, "Hang onto your guts, 'Commander Cynenba'. I'm flooring it!" and pulled back on both the control grips rather hard.
The acceleration was all but unnoticeable, but only for a fraction of a second. The ship shot up at an angle, with such power and force, it shook the planet with the sonic boom it created, causing tidal waves, earthquakes, and other natural disasters all across the globe. Cynenba was flung head over heels, just barely able to grab his command chair, and begun hanging on for dear fuckin' life. Vegeta was being smashed into his chair, but fairing a bit better than his new commanding officer. As the ship shot pass Jupiter, a voice seemed to echo throughout the vacuum of space, despite the lack of atmosphere. The voice roared, "LOOK OUT UNIVERSE! 'CAUSE HERE COMES... THE THREE BEASTS!!"
AUTHOR"S NOTE: Sorry for such a long chapter guys, but soon, I will have the heroes encounter the Prometheus Star face to face (so to speak) and finally get into things full time! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as I have presenting it to you, and now, My faithful ones, such as Bebi_Mara_Jade, and my sweet one, my dark angel, Camaro Marilyn Camden. Until next time, Metallixer's, when we meet again in "Heroes and the Darkness Finally Revealed".