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Somewhere in space, past the orbit of Pluto, named for the lord of the underworld in Greek mythology, as well as the god of death, a cloud of purple specks of light flew past the tiny ice planet, as though being blown by a stiff breeze, but impossible since there is not air in space, and hence, no wind. The strange particles began to group together, and with an explosive suddenness, burst into a massive field of blinding light. As the light began to pulsate, a huge humanoid form began to materialize within the light field. Suddenly, the light stopped, vanishing, being swallowed by the eternal blackness of space. What remained was a monster, no, more accurately...a god, a DEATH god to be more Precise.
Hurakan floated through the vacuum of space, without so much as a scuffmark on his armor or a rumple in his robes. He looked like he was simply sleeping. That quickly changed, as his eyes flashed open, his face contorted in absolute, consuming rage the likes of which he hasn't felt in a very long time. "To be humiliated by some armored harlot?!" he thought, "THIS...IS...BLASPHEMOUS!!" and nearly went super nova with power as it propelled him at near light velocities toward the Earth, thinking hideously violent thoughts directed at a particular blonde android, the universe itself quivering in fear at his passing.
Mars. The red planet. A world named for the roman god of war, and the fourth planet from our sun. A dead world that has been the topic of scientific expeditions and fantasy novels for years, decades, and even centuries past, and is no less mysterious today than it was in yesteryears. A mysterious planet in deed, but today it is something else as well. Today this mysterious, angry planet is playing host to a titanic visitor that is now in geo-synchronous orbit of Olympus Mons, the biggest mountain in the solar system, even grander than Mount Everest or the fabled Himalayas. The visitor in question was a gigantic space ship that very mush resembled a bird of prey on the hunt, the color of blood, wings spread wide, glaring eyes glowing an electric blue. It circled patiently, as though it was waiting for something to scurry out from the long still sands of mars and snatch it up. While the ship floated through space with endless patience, the same could not be said for its evil captain.
Cynenba was stalking the command deck with simmering anger, and to say that he was in a bad mood would be the ultimate understatement. He kept going over reasons and 'why fors' in his head, trying to make sense of what was going on. The goings on he was concerned with was the fact that none of the Z-fighters had paid a visit to the Prometheus Star yet. They were given the summons three days ago...and why in the fucking hell did the Star not make the obvious decision to REPEAT the damned summons? ARGH! What a crappy day! Cynenba continued on for about two more minutes when a bright purple comet shot right by the starboard side view port. He noticed that the Ki he was sensing had a feel of bloody rage to it, and also a familiar signature, the combination of which made a shiver go right up and down Cynenba's metal spine. While he would normally care less, he still felt a pang of regret for the poor bastard that was going to be on the receiving end of Hurakan's rage. The guy was death itself and somebody got it into their heads to piss this guy off?! Damn! Brainless shit!
He was tempted to look out the view port to see where old Grimmy was going, but was interrupted by a very welcome alert from the computer in the form of rapid beeping. The beeping noise seemed to have a tune to it, as though the ship was displaying childish glee at its discovery. "I just might join in the tune...if this is what I think it is", and walked over to the computer console of the arm of his command chair and wishfully looked at the display, eyes closed as to protect him from disappointment. He dared one eye open, and then the other. His face went slack and his eyes seemed to swell like balloons. He stood there for about five minutes like that, not believing what he was looking at. If you had been looking at him, you'd swear he just had the life drained out of him and his heart crushed. Oh, how wrong you would be!
With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, he hit the roof, and bounded across the bridge with youthful abandonment, and screamed out in rapture, verbally and mentally, "I FOUND IT!!" His mental projections reached Hurakan, who was literally five inches from Earth's atmosphere, when he slammed on the brakes and turned around to look back the way he came, an unbelievably massive grin stamped onto his demonic visage. He grinned even wider, letting his teeth gleam in the light from Earth, and thought, 'the bitch can friggin' weight!!' and took off back the way he came, laughing in to the void of space, but not a maniacal laugh, but something with bare restrained, honest happiness. He actually did some aerial maneuvers like a kid with a toy plane, then rocketed back toward Mars...and the chance to have his revenge realized at last, and a chance to make up for all the evil things he had ever done in his very long life.
Unfortunately, Vegeta Metallix could not share the sentiment, because Cynenba's mental scream had caused a savage migraine that had temporarily distracted him while he was flying toward the Dark Palace, what used to be Kami's lookout. Due to his lack of attention, he had veered off course and nearly slammed into a mountain. Had it not been for the terrified screams of his female cargo, two of which relentless pounded his metal hide to get his attention. When his eyes actually focused ahead, all six of his mutated eyes bugged out so much, it was like they would explode. He threw his huge feet forward and slammed into mountain face, kicking straight up, launching him vertically away from the mountain. After about five thousand feet, he stopped in mid-air, wiped imaginary sweat from his metal brow, then continued on his way, his unwilling passengers sighing audibly at their near miss, but Vegeta Metallix's snide remark downed their relief, "Don't get too comfortable ladies. Your new lord and master will want to be...'entertained' when we arrive at the palace, so you'd better behave yourselves, hehehehe". His chuckle at the end made the blood of all the captured women freeze solid, except for Android 18 who began to kick and thrash anew, that is, until, her capture electrocuted her.
She screamed so shrilly that people in the town they had just flown over could hear it, and with so rather impressive discomfort. Vegeta Metallix covered his rather large and sensitive ears, trying to blot out the torment, wishing he had just drugged her or something much more quiet. To take his mind of the screaming android and her now screeching companions, he telepathically sent a message to both Hurakan and Cynenba, alerting them to his current status: "Hey, robo-bitch and grim shit head, I got your bitches for you, so come and get 'um while they're hot, and I do mean red hot!", a boyish giggle resonating underneath his transmission as he sped toward a dark tower looming in the distance.
Almost immediately, he got a response, from two different sources at once, but the same answer: "There is a mood and cause for celebration, Vegeta Metallix. For but a moment ago, we have uncovered something that will allow all of our darkest desires to come to pass, but for now let use eat, drink, and make dark merry with the females you bring to our stead. We are currently in orbit of the red planet, but will return by the time you arrive at the Dark Palace. Put your spoils somewhere where they can be properly 'prepared'. When you arrive, you will be tended to by servants of our own creation, beings made from genetic material taken from the being called Cell and Majin Buu. They are most effective warriors, and will tend to your needs as you await our return. When we tell you what we've found, you will never stop smiling, dark machine. Be ready to smile!" Vegeta Metallix picked up on something about what they found, and just about died from the shock, but kept on flying. He couldn't believe it. But he did. Just before he landed on a massive balcony, he burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. He spied the "servants" standing perfectly still, all smiling in a friendly manner at him, and him right back.
The servants were most definitely not human, which was pretty obvious just taking a passing glance at them. They wore dark purple body suits somewhat resembling cells old body armor, but more metallic looking, and resembled a cross between fancy suits of robotic armor, and organic insect carapaces. They had Buu's head tentacle, but their heads were incased in bright purple armor with holes along the base of the tentacle, just like Buu had, but had horns just like Cell, except the horns were swept back, and had four wings instead of two, plus full and functional tails which ended in nasty looking pincers instead of a singular stinger. Their body armor was identical to Cells, but the boots were much heavier looking with thick treaded soles and spiked kneepads, and they wore spikes gauntlets that looked even heavier than the boots with hands twice the size of their heads. A truly weird component was the grape green speckled cape they all wore.
Vegeta Metallix raised three metal eyebrows at the unusual servants, but kept on smiling. He unceremoniously dropped all the girls onto the balcony, smiling with a particularly lustful grin at Android 18. He felt something against one of his shins, and looked down to see the girl with blonde hair he grabbed, who happened to be clinging to him like her life depended on it, which most likely it did, and begged him to let her go. She begged through tears and sobs, "Please, mister, let me go, I'll do anything you want, just let me go! Please!" The cold machine looked down at her, a sickening grin spreading from ear to ear. He happily growled, "Anything?" staring right into the girls' eyes. He saw her eyes shrink in fear, and began to chuckle aloud, and grabbed the girl quite roughly around the arm, lifting her off the ground, and tearing some muscles in her arm, as well as dislocating it, causing her to scream in pure agony.
The former Saiyin had taken five steps when a hoarse voice from behind him croaked, "Let go of my daughter you mother fucking son of a bitch!" He turned around, somewhat surprised, but happy that he hadn't fried her, and stared right into Android 18's ice blue eyes. He turned around completely, several of the servants hopping in front of him, taking up battle stances, giving 18 a nasty glare. "Hold up boys, this one is mine", Vegeta Metallix called out, wanting to deal with the blonde himself. All of the servants looked at him for a second or two, than looked back to 18 and each gave her a twisted smirk, and flipped out of the way. He tossed the blonde girl to one of the servants, who licked the girls neck with obvious intent, which royally pissed 18 right off, and bought him a savage head turning punch to the head...which didn't do squat.
The servant smiled at her and hissed, "Hey, thanks. That got a nasty kink out of the muscles in my neck. But your beef is with my master, not me sweetie". 18 couldn't believe that her punch didn't do squat...well accept give this guy some rather forceful chiropractic therapy! She was just about to try something else, when something hit her right where her neck met her body and blacked out. She flopped to the floor, and was quickly apprehended by two of the servants, who used their pincers to grab her around the shoulders. They turned back to Vegeta Metallix, who had delivered the knife- edge chop to the android.
"Take her to the work shop. Hurakan is going to want to 'talk' to her when he gets back", the former Saiyin bio-mech rumbled, his voice seeming to shake the balcony somewhat. He continued, "and take these lovelies to their quarters to be 'properly attired', Marron is coming with me", adding a chuckle to the end, smirking arrogantly as the women were wrapped up in the servants tails. The servants with the girls disappeared in a flash of speed, faster than the eye can blink. He grabbed Marron from the servant who held her tightly. As he watched his master walk away, he licked his lips after Marron, hoping that Master Metallix would leave something of the girl after he was finished with her. Flesh that tasty just doesn't come around all that often.
He started walking after Vegeta Metallix, hoping to ask him if he could have a turn after he was done. After he caught up to the cyborg, the anxious Cell/Majin Buu hybrid was just about to ask the question when Vegeta Metallix gave the hybrid a mischievous smile and said, "sure you can have a turn" and took off down the massive hallway, leaving the hybrid speechless, but with a slight smile curling his deep pink lips. He chuckled to himself as he began walking back down the expansive hall, in a fantastic mood, and planning to celebrate. He walked until he reached a pair of massive black oak doors, both as big as a normal sized castles drawbridge, heavy iron framing the doors. He walked up to the doors and pushed them open with super human ease. The hybrid was assaulted with sumptuous smells and screams and shrieks of exquisite pain, foods of every kind from all across the universe being prepared for the Death God Hurakan's eventual victory celebration.
The kitchen's interior was huge, so huge in fact that if not for all the cooking appliances and what not, it could have been easily mistaken for a grand dinning hall. For a god, it was simply too small to consider using as the dining hall, and so Cynenba had been subconsciously directed to construct something befitting of a god, specifically the god of death. The Kitchen was two miles long by a mile wide, and was shaped like a rectangle. It had odd dome shaped lighting fixtures, which gave off a harsh purple- blue light. The appliances looked rather ordinary, minus their size, which lessened the impact somewhat, but there was a massive fireplace set into the far wall, that had been carved out of a massive gold ore rock twice the size of a town house. In the fire place were several spit rods, each one currently loaded with what looked like large animals held in place by large iron clamps. If one were to look closer, you'd figure out very quickly that these were not animals being cooked on the spits; they were people. Some of those poor souls had apples stuffed into their mouths like pigs, some were sliced open and stuffed like turkeys with fruits and vegetables of all kinds, from carrots to tomatoes, from onions to mango's and apples, all doused in sauces ranging from barbecue to sweet dipping sauces, all having been already cooked, or close to being cooked, their flesh the color of barbecued beef, their eyes swollen and bursting from the sockets.
As the Hybrid floated toward the hellish rotisserie, he turned left and headed straight for a massive fridge, next to a gruesome machine, resembling a giant food processor, used to chop helpless people into bloody chunks for a stew brewing nearby. He floated down to the floor and walked up to the huge fridge door, and pointed at it. It slid open with fluid ease and surprising quiet. When the door was opened all the way, he stared inside at the various foods that had been prepared, both normal and everyday, and the inhuman and sick. He carefully eyed the contents, everything from roasted chicken to sautéed toddlers. The hybrid spotted a couple of attractive teenage twins through the freezer boxes transparent, and thought about having a couple of "cold ones", but decided to wait for the celebration. He smiled like a child when he saw his favorite snack foods, and grabbed the two covered trays, stood and turned with graceful movements, then whacked the door closed with his head tentacle and walked toward a table near the wall.
He set his food down, along with himself, despite the angry glares of the chefs who hated him always snacking on the food before they actually served it. One of the chefs, a rather fat hybrid who went by the name of Veal, trotted up to the annoying hybrid and smacked him sourly on the back of the head and scolded, "Tabasco! How many fucking times do I have to tell you! Don't go eating all the food before it is served! There won't be any left for the guests, let alone the masters!" The hybrid known as Tabasco answered with a snide "So?" That got a furious response from all the chefs, and a flurry of car sized frying pans smashed into Tabasco's face and head. He hit the floor like a ton of bricks, eyes spinning around in their sockets. Veal spat on him and walked away, hissing "That'll teach you some manners you brainless grunt! You can eat you snack, but after that, no more, you hear?" As Tabasco groggily hauled himself up, he snarled at the fat chef, thinking how could such a fat ass be called a Hybrid Fighter? He doesn't even FIGHT for Dende's sake!
Tabasco decided to get back into his good mood before he ate somebody with a weight problem, and sat back down in his chair. He licked his lips hungrily as he lifted the lids of the two trays, and his eyes widened at his two favorite foods: honeyed human eyes and chilled brains. Tabasco had only been alive for a couple of days, almost a week, but he had quickly grown to love the gruesome treats. He spotted a jug of chilled cobra's blood, grabbing it quickly, along with a very tall glass before anybody noticed. He poured himself a glass and took a quick sip, relishing the tangy fluid's taste, licking the red mustache from his lips. He poked a claw through the nerve bundle of a honeyed eye and dipped it into the cobra blood a couple of times, then popped it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, lips quivering at the sweet bliss as juices hit his hypersensitive taste buds. As he took another sip of cobra's blood, his tail pincer dug into the chilled brains and removed a hefty chunk of the frozen gray matter. Tabasco opened his mouth wide, then the pincers stuffed the chunk into his fang filled mouth. He then popped ten more eyeballs into his mouth, along with a massive swig of cobra blood. He chewed and gargled the hideous mess in his mouth, some dribbling down his chin, and swallowed back hard. After a second or two, the brain freeze hit; Tabasco's favorite part of snacking. As he whistled high at the frozen pain, he idly wondered what those wimpy Z-fighters up to. He just never saw why the masters thought those guys were even worth considering, and continued to eat his horrible afternoon snack.
The Capsule Corp. Building was in an uproar as work crews busily began rebuilding after all the chaos of the past several weeks. They had no idea what was going on, but that was the way it was going to stay. As the foreman walked past a guy working on repairing the wiring, he noticed the guy with that mane of shaggy golden hair and those piercing blue eyes that hung around with the owners daughter sometimes. A cold shiver went right up his spine, because every time he got a good look at the guy, he could swear he could see electricity crackling across the guys skin. The foreman was thoroughly creeped out by the weirdo, but decided that he was friend of the Briefs, so he left him alone. He spotted the welder having some trouble with his torch, and went over to what he could do to help. He noticed that the welder was a new recruit, and hadn't been planning what he was going to be doing. Planning can mean everything when your doing construction work...or any thing else for that matter.
Speaking of planning, that's what the Z-fighters were doing. They didn't have this planning session at Capsule Corp. itself, but were having it en route to Kami's place a.k.a. the lookout. Gohan was trying to get Videl to stay behind because she had received a concussion from some falling debris. That same debris kept Vegeta, or Vegeta Metallix as he called himself now, from noticing her. He must have been in a rush because he didn't bother scanning for her Ki signature. Videl summed it up for Gohan simply by saying, "He's got the other girls, including your mom, my mother-in-law, and our little girl, if you hadn't noticed, and I'll be damned if I let that chrome plated freak show even lay a finger on her!" Gohan couldn't argue there, but what he could do was adamantly agree with his severely ticked off wife, and vowed to shove Vegeta's newly metal noggin right up his newly metal ass! Whatever the hell had happened to him to turn him into some kind of monster cyborg must have also fucked him up in the head if he thought he was getting away with this! As the Mystic Super Saiyin soared through the afternoon sky, he was now paying attention to a plan his dad had cooked up rather fast, but man what a doozy!
"Okay people, listen up! This plan may be a bit half-cocked, but it's the best I got. Videl, Tien, and Piccolo, you go to this 'Prometheus Star', and see what this thing has to say, and what it wants. Don't come after us, and I mean it! This whole thing could be one big booby trap, and I'm not about to have all of us conveniently in one spot for the bad guys to pin us off. Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and myself will go to Kami's place and see what's going on, then we'll see if we can get the girls back, and then we'll meet up with you at the Prometheus Star. I don't like bringing the kids along, but we're going to need all the firepower we can muster to have a snowballs chance in hell at beating this Hurakan guy, Cynenba, and Vegeta Metallix. Why Vegeta decided to team up with guys is way beyond me, but there's got be a good reason for it...", but was suddenly cut off by Videl cursing Vegeta and screaming at Goku, "Reason? Reason?! REASON?!?!?! Who gives a damn about a reason?! I'm going to kill that backstabbing prick if it's the last thing I do! Oh, and buy the way...FUCK YOU!" She then took off in the direction of Kami's place, not the Prometheus Star.
The stunned Goku looked over to Gohan who was equally stunned as were all the remaining Z-fighters. Goku shook his head from side to side and sadly whispered, "Sorry Videl, but we've got to stick to the plan" and disappeared. He reappeared right in front of her, quickly realizing that she wasn't planning on stopping. Goku warped just above her and knocked her out with a mild karate chop, catching her fluidly, and teleported back to the others who were floating in place to wait for him. Goku handed Videl over to Piccolo and firmly stated, "Let's do it". He took off like a comet toward Kami's place, with a concerned Gohan, and two angry demi-Saiyins hot on their heels. Trunks wanted to kill the guy who turned his father into a cybernetic nightmare, and Goten just wanted his mom back. Goku mentally swore he'd do everything within his power to do just that...he just hoped that he'd have the power to get the job done. He carefully watched as Piccolo and Tien streaked toward the location where the Prometheus Star poked through the atmosphere, eliminating the need for a space ship, hoping to find some answers, but realistically expected only more questions. He saw Videl begin to stir, but knew that Piccolo and Tien could handle her if she got uppity, and prayed that Videl didn't do anything stupid, but then again, when a child is in danger, a mother's instincts will usually override her good sense. Then again, 'hell hath no fury like a women scorned', and that's nothing compared to a mother enraged!
It took Piccolo and Tien but a few short minutes to reach the seemingly endless surface of the Prometheus Star that emerged through the clouds. He couldn't believe how simply massive the thing was! He stared at what looked like a whole continent made out of precious metals and technology, suspended upside-down in the sky. A huge spire-like castle that was hanging upside-down in the sky, of course attached to the Prometheus. The palace had to be at least ten miles high! (when it's upright, naturally). Piccolo and Tien scanned the exterior of the spire looking for a way in, from where it almost touched the ground to as far up as they could go, but saw nothing, not an air vent, window, hatch, not anything that could get them in.
He was already beginning to get annoyed, and Piccolo annoyed is a very good reason to scream to high heavens and run one's ass off. He was carrying Videl on his shoulder, and having her rather attractive bottom right near his face was putting him in a truly bizarre mood; a mix of arousal and outright anger. If you tried to ask him to explain it, you'd be soon minus a kidney, pancreas, and several other internal organs, along with (ahem!) important parts.
He was just about to lose it when he felt a fierce vibration in the air and realized something very significant: the Prometheus Star was taking off! He and Tien looked to each other and nodded, then flew toward the Prometheus Star for all they were worth and both decided just to plow through the damn wall of the spire if that's what it took. Fortunately, it was vastly easier. The Star righted the spire with impossible speed, completely lifting the spire out of the atmosphere in about twenty seconds flat before either warrior could reach it, out of reach of the two...or so they thought. A brilliant red beam shot out from a conceal turret, striking the two warriors and unconscious crazy woman, but instead of killing them, it teleported them right in front of the spire-like castle, right in front of the biggest pair of doors ever to be view by mortal beings.
The doors were at least a mile high, and were made of a material that hade an emerald sheen to it, and was just as reflective as the glass of a mirror. The two warriors simply stared at the doors, caught in awe at the mountainous gateway, trying to come to terms with what they looking at, completely oblivious to the fact they were now in space without space SUITS! When it did hit them, they both yelled at each other, "WE'RE IN SPACE! THERE'S NO AIR IN SPACE! WHY CAN WE BREATH?!" and almost failed to notice the Kami-worthy doors slide away from them without so much as a whisper. Piccolo turned his head for a second, said, "Hey, the door's are opening", turned back to Tien, then did a double take, and soon both warriors and the now semi-conscious cargo were streaming into what could only be described as Kami's own living room done in a techno-motif, but without the appropriately sized furniture. The room was like the inside of an endless computer, crossed with a castles main hall. There were pillars that looked like masses of wiring, computer hardware, and other kinds of machine hardware, all sheathed in beautifully plates of a shale colored alloy that left exposed internals at different sections up the height of the columns, engraved with intricate carvings and an alien version of hieroglyphics, all depicting some kind of great battle. The columns were the height of the boundless chamber, acting like ancient support pillars.
The room had endless banks of glowing computer screens and brightly lit workstations built into the walls, the pillars, and even the ceiling, giving the place a feeling of life, like being inside somebody's head and looking outward. The light from the computer screens allowed the two warriors to actually find the walls...and Videl to find Piccolo's chin. She brought her heel hard into the Namek's chop's surprising him, and giving Videl a firm impression of shattering her heel on the rock hard bone of Piccolo's jaw. He was hardly impressed as Videl flipped off his wide shoulder and landed expertly in front of him, in a crouching fighting stance. Instead of matching her move. He turned his back on her, adorning himself in a new cape and turban. Videl charged at him, past the stunned Tien, never seeing Piccolo place two fingers against his forehead. She grabbed him and whirled him around, ready to beat his antennae off, but was greeted with a glowing pointer and middle finger aimed right at HER forehead, quickly recognizing Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon being readied to fire.
Piccolo lowered his face to hers and hissed through clenched teeth, "Listen to me you thick headed child! You are going to do EXACTLY what I say or I will kill you! I have no time for this in-fighting crap, and neither do you. If you knew what Hurakan was truly like, you'd be stifling that rage of yours for a more appropriate time, like when we face him down, and concentrating on the fucking plan! Now, behave yourself, or you WILL have a Special Beam Cannon blast boring right through that pretty face of yours". Videl could swear she could see a slight cavity developing on one of Piccolo's fang-like canines, his face was so close. The sheer venom in his voice caused both Videl and Tien to shudder for fear of the Namek, and both decided not to push their luck with Piccolo's ever shortening fuse, if they actually HAD any luck to begin with.
After an audible gulp from the daughter of the World Martial Arts Champion, Hercule Satan, (who in Piccolo's "humble" opinion, was a greasy pig of a liar with a ridiculous hair style, and had no balls at all) they continued walking through the cavernous chamber, still in awe of the scope of the chamber and what it represented, occasionally glancing here and there at the myriad of artistically decorative equipment and artifacts in the room, marveling at even the simplest of devices that seemed to have grown right out the walls, they were so bizarre and unique in appearance. Piccolo got a comforting feeling from the room itself, but something IN the room was giving him some seriously bad vibes. Whatever it was, was slightly more powerful than Freiza in his cyborg form, but that was from twenty three years ago, and Piccolo had grown in power from about three million to over one hundred and thirty five million, and so was quite sure he could beat whatever was giving him the bad feelings he was picking up on. He put the dark impression out of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
The trio had come to another set of doors, vastly smaller than the front doors, but still towering above them at an impressive two hundred meters, beautifully carved engravings of gold, silver, and what looked like Jade set of the light bluish-gray of the doors. Tien reverently whispered, "Jeeze, even the doors are breathtaking, not to mention the whole palace. Man, whoever designed this place was a real artisan!" his three eyes widening slightly at sight of the striking double doors. Piccolo had to agree with the guy, but tried to get his mind on how to get in. As though reading his mind, ear rattling noises seemed to explode from behind the doors, sounds like massive mechanical, electronic, and even energy based locking mechanisms coming undone. Circular looking designs in the door began rotating, metal teeth popping out of the door, and a variety of hydraulics began retracting, visible through carved gaps in the outer skin of the doors. Just as soon as the noises started, they stopped, and the two huge doors began to slide open, with a gently soft whirring sound emanating from them, instead of the expected creaking and cracking of rust noises on would expect with something this large, and this old. The trio was then greeted by a wave of fierce light that greeted them, washing over them and enveloping them like sand engulfed by the tide. Everyone had to bring their arms up to their eyes, because their lids were nowhere near good enough, but the light was so fierce it seemed to pass right through their raised arms and tried to fry their eyes right out of the sockets! They could barely stand the light; it was so tortuously bright, so intense it threatened to burn the skin from their hides. Their screams of agony echoing throughout the great chamber, going on for what seemed like forever. Just as they were about to pass out from the intensity, it stopped altogether, leaving them all completely and totally blind, eyes swelled from the intense exposure like party balloons despite having their eyes complete closed, badly burned skin actually smoking from the photo- energetic onslaught they had endured.
Piccolo, despite the lack of sight, and feeling in his whole body forced himself vertical and snarled defiance, and began to slowly prod forward, step-by-step. He had had enough of being treated like the universes private bitch, and roared out his frustration. He carefully made his way forward; his hands held forward so they would touch anything in his way before the rest of him did. He was going to get some answers, and hopefully find a way to fix his eyes. As he took a few more steps, a rather odd sound became noticeable and slowly built until Piccolo could feel a slight pain in his large ears, but as the sound became louder, he recognized it as something massive taking in gargantuan breaths of air and breathing out, the breathing noises softly reverberating through Piccolo's ears with a rather pleasant feel.
He was going to ask if anyone was there, when a voice, a voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, and yet nowhere, possessing ageless maturity in it, powerful, but smooth like silk, and soft like the clouds, yet deep like the oceans spoke, "Welcome Piccolo Daimou Jr., son of the being known as King Piccolo. It has been an eternity since anyone has visited My inner self, and I have missed talking with a good soul such as yourself, child. Please, bring your friends in so we may speak". Piccolo found great comfort in the voice, but was thoroughly stumped as to how it could have known him and tried to answer back, but found it difficult to voice a reply. He found his throat parched and sore, as though he had been in the desert for an unhealthy amount of time without water. He tried to speak a simple "help us", but it came out a hoarse croak, and he passed out. He fell forward and would have landed on his face, if not for an undulating wave of energy that seemed to flow out from between the plating that made up the floor like translucent gold water, acting as a cushion for Piccolo and the others. It lifted them off the floor and slowly drew them into the massive room that had opened up.
The room was gigantic, at least two miles across and circular, thousands of bright magenta computer screens of every shape and conceivable odd configuration glowed softly as the three warriors were drawn toward the center of the room, the floor gradually falling away as it gradually sloped downward towards a massive pristine ethereal white stadium-sized dome in the center of the new chamber, adorned with computer banks and snaking pipes, exposed machinery and robotic tentacles that dotted the surface on the huge dome. There was a cylinder rising from the center of the dome, reaching all the way up to the all but invisible ceiling, which was due to absence of lighting fixtures in the room, minus the screens. As the three warriors neared the titan machine, the same omni-present voice resonating throughout the vast room, just as nerve-like circuit pathways came to life along the surface of the entire cylinder and the robotic machinery made it was quiet toward the unconscious warriors, "Be still, little ones, for the Prometheus Star has you now".
As the words were spoken, the massive doors began to slide close without so much as a sound. Just before they closed completely, a shadowy figure, arms crossed over its chest smiled a reptilian mouthful of razor sharp teeth, a skeletal tail sweeping back and forth, a pair of insane green eyes glowing in the darkness. The form took a few steps back, stopping just in front of the two massive doors just as they shut with a single, surprising BOOM, contradicting the doors silent opening and closing. The figure turned slightly, chuckled to itself, then turned around completely and took a couple of steps before leaping toward one of the columns in the previous chamber, climbing like Spider-man high on cocaine, making a strong clanking noise as it went. It soon disappeared among the alloy rafters of the massive fore-chamber, and a guttural cackle soon began to pass through the rafters like a cold wind.
Author's Note's: Hey guys! I got chapter nine done in a reasonable amount of time! Will wonders never cease! If you read this chapter, then expect some super surprises for the next chapter, I have so aptly dubbed, "Revelations and Too Much Tequila"! I thank al my loyal fans for your support, and to My dark angel, Camaro for your faithful support. See you later, everybody! Oh, wait, some of the characters wanted to say a few words! (Sorry guys!)
Vegeta Metallix: "Sorry? SORRY?! You almost cut us off when we were just about to go on?!?! You prick!"
Hurakan & Cynenba: "We second it! Brain dead man-bitch!!"
Author: "O_O..."
Tabasco: "Hey, now! The kids doin' his best here, and hey...He came up with up 'main villains' you shit-for-brains!"
Author: "Thank you, Tabasco! For being a loyal creation, your getting your own story!"
Tabasco: *does happy dance and gives three villains the finger*
Villains: "WHY DON'T WE GET OUR OWN STORIES?!?!?!?!"
Author: "'cause your already in your own!"
Villains: ^_^!
Author: HAHAAHAHAHA!!!!
Somewhere in space, past the orbit of Pluto, named for the lord of the underworld in Greek mythology, as well as the god of death, a cloud of purple specks of light flew past the tiny ice planet, as though being blown by a stiff breeze, but impossible since there is not air in space, and hence, no wind. The strange particles began to group together, and with an explosive suddenness, burst into a massive field of blinding light. As the light began to pulsate, a huge humanoid form began to materialize within the light field. Suddenly, the light stopped, vanishing, being swallowed by the eternal blackness of space. What remained was a monster, no, more accurately...a god, a DEATH god to be more Precise.
Hurakan floated through the vacuum of space, without so much as a scuffmark on his armor or a rumple in his robes. He looked like he was simply sleeping. That quickly changed, as his eyes flashed open, his face contorted in absolute, consuming rage the likes of which he hasn't felt in a very long time. "To be humiliated by some armored harlot?!" he thought, "THIS...IS...BLASPHEMOUS!!" and nearly went super nova with power as it propelled him at near light velocities toward the Earth, thinking hideously violent thoughts directed at a particular blonde android, the universe itself quivering in fear at his passing.
Mars. The red planet. A world named for the roman god of war, and the fourth planet from our sun. A dead world that has been the topic of scientific expeditions and fantasy novels for years, decades, and even centuries past, and is no less mysterious today than it was in yesteryears. A mysterious planet in deed, but today it is something else as well. Today this mysterious, angry planet is playing host to a titanic visitor that is now in geo-synchronous orbit of Olympus Mons, the biggest mountain in the solar system, even grander than Mount Everest or the fabled Himalayas. The visitor in question was a gigantic space ship that very mush resembled a bird of prey on the hunt, the color of blood, wings spread wide, glaring eyes glowing an electric blue. It circled patiently, as though it was waiting for something to scurry out from the long still sands of mars and snatch it up. While the ship floated through space with endless patience, the same could not be said for its evil captain.
Cynenba was stalking the command deck with simmering anger, and to say that he was in a bad mood would be the ultimate understatement. He kept going over reasons and 'why fors' in his head, trying to make sense of what was going on. The goings on he was concerned with was the fact that none of the Z-fighters had paid a visit to the Prometheus Star yet. They were given the summons three days ago...and why in the fucking hell did the Star not make the obvious decision to REPEAT the damned summons? ARGH! What a crappy day! Cynenba continued on for about two more minutes when a bright purple comet shot right by the starboard side view port. He noticed that the Ki he was sensing had a feel of bloody rage to it, and also a familiar signature, the combination of which made a shiver go right up and down Cynenba's metal spine. While he would normally care less, he still felt a pang of regret for the poor bastard that was going to be on the receiving end of Hurakan's rage. The guy was death itself and somebody got it into their heads to piss this guy off?! Damn! Brainless shit!
He was tempted to look out the view port to see where old Grimmy was going, but was interrupted by a very welcome alert from the computer in the form of rapid beeping. The beeping noise seemed to have a tune to it, as though the ship was displaying childish glee at its discovery. "I just might join in the tune...if this is what I think it is", and walked over to the computer console of the arm of his command chair and wishfully looked at the display, eyes closed as to protect him from disappointment. He dared one eye open, and then the other. His face went slack and his eyes seemed to swell like balloons. He stood there for about five minutes like that, not believing what he was looking at. If you had been looking at him, you'd swear he just had the life drained out of him and his heart crushed. Oh, how wrong you would be!
With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, he hit the roof, and bounded across the bridge with youthful abandonment, and screamed out in rapture, verbally and mentally, "I FOUND IT!!" His mental projections reached Hurakan, who was literally five inches from Earth's atmosphere, when he slammed on the brakes and turned around to look back the way he came, an unbelievably massive grin stamped onto his demonic visage. He grinned even wider, letting his teeth gleam in the light from Earth, and thought, 'the bitch can friggin' weight!!' and took off back the way he came, laughing in to the void of space, but not a maniacal laugh, but something with bare restrained, honest happiness. He actually did some aerial maneuvers like a kid with a toy plane, then rocketed back toward Mars...and the chance to have his revenge realized at last, and a chance to make up for all the evil things he had ever done in his very long life.
Unfortunately, Vegeta Metallix could not share the sentiment, because Cynenba's mental scream had caused a savage migraine that had temporarily distracted him while he was flying toward the Dark Palace, what used to be Kami's lookout. Due to his lack of attention, he had veered off course and nearly slammed into a mountain. Had it not been for the terrified screams of his female cargo, two of which relentless pounded his metal hide to get his attention. When his eyes actually focused ahead, all six of his mutated eyes bugged out so much, it was like they would explode. He threw his huge feet forward and slammed into mountain face, kicking straight up, launching him vertically away from the mountain. After about five thousand feet, he stopped in mid-air, wiped imaginary sweat from his metal brow, then continued on his way, his unwilling passengers sighing audibly at their near miss, but Vegeta Metallix's snide remark downed their relief, "Don't get too comfortable ladies. Your new lord and master will want to be...'entertained' when we arrive at the palace, so you'd better behave yourselves, hehehehe". His chuckle at the end made the blood of all the captured women freeze solid, except for Android 18 who began to kick and thrash anew, that is, until, her capture electrocuted her.
She screamed so shrilly that people in the town they had just flown over could hear it, and with so rather impressive discomfort. Vegeta Metallix covered his rather large and sensitive ears, trying to blot out the torment, wishing he had just drugged her or something much more quiet. To take his mind of the screaming android and her now screeching companions, he telepathically sent a message to both Hurakan and Cynenba, alerting them to his current status: "Hey, robo-bitch and grim shit head, I got your bitches for you, so come and get 'um while they're hot, and I do mean red hot!", a boyish giggle resonating underneath his transmission as he sped toward a dark tower looming in the distance.
Almost immediately, he got a response, from two different sources at once, but the same answer: "There is a mood and cause for celebration, Vegeta Metallix. For but a moment ago, we have uncovered something that will allow all of our darkest desires to come to pass, but for now let use eat, drink, and make dark merry with the females you bring to our stead. We are currently in orbit of the red planet, but will return by the time you arrive at the Dark Palace. Put your spoils somewhere where they can be properly 'prepared'. When you arrive, you will be tended to by servants of our own creation, beings made from genetic material taken from the being called Cell and Majin Buu. They are most effective warriors, and will tend to your needs as you await our return. When we tell you what we've found, you will never stop smiling, dark machine. Be ready to smile!" Vegeta Metallix picked up on something about what they found, and just about died from the shock, but kept on flying. He couldn't believe it. But he did. Just before he landed on a massive balcony, he burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. He spied the "servants" standing perfectly still, all smiling in a friendly manner at him, and him right back.
The servants were most definitely not human, which was pretty obvious just taking a passing glance at them. They wore dark purple body suits somewhat resembling cells old body armor, but more metallic looking, and resembled a cross between fancy suits of robotic armor, and organic insect carapaces. They had Buu's head tentacle, but their heads were incased in bright purple armor with holes along the base of the tentacle, just like Buu had, but had horns just like Cell, except the horns were swept back, and had four wings instead of two, plus full and functional tails which ended in nasty looking pincers instead of a singular stinger. Their body armor was identical to Cells, but the boots were much heavier looking with thick treaded soles and spiked kneepads, and they wore spikes gauntlets that looked even heavier than the boots with hands twice the size of their heads. A truly weird component was the grape green speckled cape they all wore.
Vegeta Metallix raised three metal eyebrows at the unusual servants, but kept on smiling. He unceremoniously dropped all the girls onto the balcony, smiling with a particularly lustful grin at Android 18. He felt something against one of his shins, and looked down to see the girl with blonde hair he grabbed, who happened to be clinging to him like her life depended on it, which most likely it did, and begged him to let her go. She begged through tears and sobs, "Please, mister, let me go, I'll do anything you want, just let me go! Please!" The cold machine looked down at her, a sickening grin spreading from ear to ear. He happily growled, "Anything?" staring right into the girls' eyes. He saw her eyes shrink in fear, and began to chuckle aloud, and grabbed the girl quite roughly around the arm, lifting her off the ground, and tearing some muscles in her arm, as well as dislocating it, causing her to scream in pure agony.
The former Saiyin had taken five steps when a hoarse voice from behind him croaked, "Let go of my daughter you mother fucking son of a bitch!" He turned around, somewhat surprised, but happy that he hadn't fried her, and stared right into Android 18's ice blue eyes. He turned around completely, several of the servants hopping in front of him, taking up battle stances, giving 18 a nasty glare. "Hold up boys, this one is mine", Vegeta Metallix called out, wanting to deal with the blonde himself. All of the servants looked at him for a second or two, than looked back to 18 and each gave her a twisted smirk, and flipped out of the way. He tossed the blonde girl to one of the servants, who licked the girls neck with obvious intent, which royally pissed 18 right off, and bought him a savage head turning punch to the head...which didn't do squat.
The servant smiled at her and hissed, "Hey, thanks. That got a nasty kink out of the muscles in my neck. But your beef is with my master, not me sweetie". 18 couldn't believe that her punch didn't do squat...well accept give this guy some rather forceful chiropractic therapy! She was just about to try something else, when something hit her right where her neck met her body and blacked out. She flopped to the floor, and was quickly apprehended by two of the servants, who used their pincers to grab her around the shoulders. They turned back to Vegeta Metallix, who had delivered the knife- edge chop to the android.
"Take her to the work shop. Hurakan is going to want to 'talk' to her when he gets back", the former Saiyin bio-mech rumbled, his voice seeming to shake the balcony somewhat. He continued, "and take these lovelies to their quarters to be 'properly attired', Marron is coming with me", adding a chuckle to the end, smirking arrogantly as the women were wrapped up in the servants tails. The servants with the girls disappeared in a flash of speed, faster than the eye can blink. He grabbed Marron from the servant who held her tightly. As he watched his master walk away, he licked his lips after Marron, hoping that Master Metallix would leave something of the girl after he was finished with her. Flesh that tasty just doesn't come around all that often.
He started walking after Vegeta Metallix, hoping to ask him if he could have a turn after he was done. After he caught up to the cyborg, the anxious Cell/Majin Buu hybrid was just about to ask the question when Vegeta Metallix gave the hybrid a mischievous smile and said, "sure you can have a turn" and took off down the massive hallway, leaving the hybrid speechless, but with a slight smile curling his deep pink lips. He chuckled to himself as he began walking back down the expansive hall, in a fantastic mood, and planning to celebrate. He walked until he reached a pair of massive black oak doors, both as big as a normal sized castles drawbridge, heavy iron framing the doors. He walked up to the doors and pushed them open with super human ease. The hybrid was assaulted with sumptuous smells and screams and shrieks of exquisite pain, foods of every kind from all across the universe being prepared for the Death God Hurakan's eventual victory celebration.
The kitchen's interior was huge, so huge in fact that if not for all the cooking appliances and what not, it could have been easily mistaken for a grand dinning hall. For a god, it was simply too small to consider using as the dining hall, and so Cynenba had been subconsciously directed to construct something befitting of a god, specifically the god of death. The Kitchen was two miles long by a mile wide, and was shaped like a rectangle. It had odd dome shaped lighting fixtures, which gave off a harsh purple- blue light. The appliances looked rather ordinary, minus their size, which lessened the impact somewhat, but there was a massive fireplace set into the far wall, that had been carved out of a massive gold ore rock twice the size of a town house. In the fire place were several spit rods, each one currently loaded with what looked like large animals held in place by large iron clamps. If one were to look closer, you'd figure out very quickly that these were not animals being cooked on the spits; they were people. Some of those poor souls had apples stuffed into their mouths like pigs, some were sliced open and stuffed like turkeys with fruits and vegetables of all kinds, from carrots to tomatoes, from onions to mango's and apples, all doused in sauces ranging from barbecue to sweet dipping sauces, all having been already cooked, or close to being cooked, their flesh the color of barbecued beef, their eyes swollen and bursting from the sockets.
As the Hybrid floated toward the hellish rotisserie, he turned left and headed straight for a massive fridge, next to a gruesome machine, resembling a giant food processor, used to chop helpless people into bloody chunks for a stew brewing nearby. He floated down to the floor and walked up to the huge fridge door, and pointed at it. It slid open with fluid ease and surprising quiet. When the door was opened all the way, he stared inside at the various foods that had been prepared, both normal and everyday, and the inhuman and sick. He carefully eyed the contents, everything from roasted chicken to sautéed toddlers. The hybrid spotted a couple of attractive teenage twins through the freezer boxes transparent, and thought about having a couple of "cold ones", but decided to wait for the celebration. He smiled like a child when he saw his favorite snack foods, and grabbed the two covered trays, stood and turned with graceful movements, then whacked the door closed with his head tentacle and walked toward a table near the wall.
He set his food down, along with himself, despite the angry glares of the chefs who hated him always snacking on the food before they actually served it. One of the chefs, a rather fat hybrid who went by the name of Veal, trotted up to the annoying hybrid and smacked him sourly on the back of the head and scolded, "Tabasco! How many fucking times do I have to tell you! Don't go eating all the food before it is served! There won't be any left for the guests, let alone the masters!" The hybrid known as Tabasco answered with a snide "So?" That got a furious response from all the chefs, and a flurry of car sized frying pans smashed into Tabasco's face and head. He hit the floor like a ton of bricks, eyes spinning around in their sockets. Veal spat on him and walked away, hissing "That'll teach you some manners you brainless grunt! You can eat you snack, but after that, no more, you hear?" As Tabasco groggily hauled himself up, he snarled at the fat chef, thinking how could such a fat ass be called a Hybrid Fighter? He doesn't even FIGHT for Dende's sake!
Tabasco decided to get back into his good mood before he ate somebody with a weight problem, and sat back down in his chair. He licked his lips hungrily as he lifted the lids of the two trays, and his eyes widened at his two favorite foods: honeyed human eyes and chilled brains. Tabasco had only been alive for a couple of days, almost a week, but he had quickly grown to love the gruesome treats. He spotted a jug of chilled cobra's blood, grabbing it quickly, along with a very tall glass before anybody noticed. He poured himself a glass and took a quick sip, relishing the tangy fluid's taste, licking the red mustache from his lips. He poked a claw through the nerve bundle of a honeyed eye and dipped it into the cobra blood a couple of times, then popped it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, lips quivering at the sweet bliss as juices hit his hypersensitive taste buds. As he took another sip of cobra's blood, his tail pincer dug into the chilled brains and removed a hefty chunk of the frozen gray matter. Tabasco opened his mouth wide, then the pincers stuffed the chunk into his fang filled mouth. He then popped ten more eyeballs into his mouth, along with a massive swig of cobra blood. He chewed and gargled the hideous mess in his mouth, some dribbling down his chin, and swallowed back hard. After a second or two, the brain freeze hit; Tabasco's favorite part of snacking. As he whistled high at the frozen pain, he idly wondered what those wimpy Z-fighters up to. He just never saw why the masters thought those guys were even worth considering, and continued to eat his horrible afternoon snack.
The Capsule Corp. Building was in an uproar as work crews busily began rebuilding after all the chaos of the past several weeks. They had no idea what was going on, but that was the way it was going to stay. As the foreman walked past a guy working on repairing the wiring, he noticed the guy with that mane of shaggy golden hair and those piercing blue eyes that hung around with the owners daughter sometimes. A cold shiver went right up his spine, because every time he got a good look at the guy, he could swear he could see electricity crackling across the guys skin. The foreman was thoroughly creeped out by the weirdo, but decided that he was friend of the Briefs, so he left him alone. He spotted the welder having some trouble with his torch, and went over to what he could do to help. He noticed that the welder was a new recruit, and hadn't been planning what he was going to be doing. Planning can mean everything when your doing construction work...or any thing else for that matter.
Speaking of planning, that's what the Z-fighters were doing. They didn't have this planning session at Capsule Corp. itself, but were having it en route to Kami's place a.k.a. the lookout. Gohan was trying to get Videl to stay behind because she had received a concussion from some falling debris. That same debris kept Vegeta, or Vegeta Metallix as he called himself now, from noticing her. He must have been in a rush because he didn't bother scanning for her Ki signature. Videl summed it up for Gohan simply by saying, "He's got the other girls, including your mom, my mother-in-law, and our little girl, if you hadn't noticed, and I'll be damned if I let that chrome plated freak show even lay a finger on her!" Gohan couldn't argue there, but what he could do was adamantly agree with his severely ticked off wife, and vowed to shove Vegeta's newly metal noggin right up his newly metal ass! Whatever the hell had happened to him to turn him into some kind of monster cyborg must have also fucked him up in the head if he thought he was getting away with this! As the Mystic Super Saiyin soared through the afternoon sky, he was now paying attention to a plan his dad had cooked up rather fast, but man what a doozy!
"Okay people, listen up! This plan may be a bit half-cocked, but it's the best I got. Videl, Tien, and Piccolo, you go to this 'Prometheus Star', and see what this thing has to say, and what it wants. Don't come after us, and I mean it! This whole thing could be one big booby trap, and I'm not about to have all of us conveniently in one spot for the bad guys to pin us off. Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and myself will go to Kami's place and see what's going on, then we'll see if we can get the girls back, and then we'll meet up with you at the Prometheus Star. I don't like bringing the kids along, but we're going to need all the firepower we can muster to have a snowballs chance in hell at beating this Hurakan guy, Cynenba, and Vegeta Metallix. Why Vegeta decided to team up with guys is way beyond me, but there's got be a good reason for it...", but was suddenly cut off by Videl cursing Vegeta and screaming at Goku, "Reason? Reason?! REASON?!?!?! Who gives a damn about a reason?! I'm going to kill that backstabbing prick if it's the last thing I do! Oh, and buy the way...FUCK YOU!" She then took off in the direction of Kami's place, not the Prometheus Star.
The stunned Goku looked over to Gohan who was equally stunned as were all the remaining Z-fighters. Goku shook his head from side to side and sadly whispered, "Sorry Videl, but we've got to stick to the plan" and disappeared. He reappeared right in front of her, quickly realizing that she wasn't planning on stopping. Goku warped just above her and knocked her out with a mild karate chop, catching her fluidly, and teleported back to the others who were floating in place to wait for him. Goku handed Videl over to Piccolo and firmly stated, "Let's do it". He took off like a comet toward Kami's place, with a concerned Gohan, and two angry demi-Saiyins hot on their heels. Trunks wanted to kill the guy who turned his father into a cybernetic nightmare, and Goten just wanted his mom back. Goku mentally swore he'd do everything within his power to do just that...he just hoped that he'd have the power to get the job done. He carefully watched as Piccolo and Tien streaked toward the location where the Prometheus Star poked through the atmosphere, eliminating the need for a space ship, hoping to find some answers, but realistically expected only more questions. He saw Videl begin to stir, but knew that Piccolo and Tien could handle her if she got uppity, and prayed that Videl didn't do anything stupid, but then again, when a child is in danger, a mother's instincts will usually override her good sense. Then again, 'hell hath no fury like a women scorned', and that's nothing compared to a mother enraged!
It took Piccolo and Tien but a few short minutes to reach the seemingly endless surface of the Prometheus Star that emerged through the clouds. He couldn't believe how simply massive the thing was! He stared at what looked like a whole continent made out of precious metals and technology, suspended upside-down in the sky. A huge spire-like castle that was hanging upside-down in the sky, of course attached to the Prometheus. The palace had to be at least ten miles high! (when it's upright, naturally). Piccolo and Tien scanned the exterior of the spire looking for a way in, from where it almost touched the ground to as far up as they could go, but saw nothing, not an air vent, window, hatch, not anything that could get them in.
He was already beginning to get annoyed, and Piccolo annoyed is a very good reason to scream to high heavens and run one's ass off. He was carrying Videl on his shoulder, and having her rather attractive bottom right near his face was putting him in a truly bizarre mood; a mix of arousal and outright anger. If you tried to ask him to explain it, you'd be soon minus a kidney, pancreas, and several other internal organs, along with (ahem!) important parts.
He was just about to lose it when he felt a fierce vibration in the air and realized something very significant: the Prometheus Star was taking off! He and Tien looked to each other and nodded, then flew toward the Prometheus Star for all they were worth and both decided just to plow through the damn wall of the spire if that's what it took. Fortunately, it was vastly easier. The Star righted the spire with impossible speed, completely lifting the spire out of the atmosphere in about twenty seconds flat before either warrior could reach it, out of reach of the two...or so they thought. A brilliant red beam shot out from a conceal turret, striking the two warriors and unconscious crazy woman, but instead of killing them, it teleported them right in front of the spire-like castle, right in front of the biggest pair of doors ever to be view by mortal beings.
The doors were at least a mile high, and were made of a material that hade an emerald sheen to it, and was just as reflective as the glass of a mirror. The two warriors simply stared at the doors, caught in awe at the mountainous gateway, trying to come to terms with what they looking at, completely oblivious to the fact they were now in space without space SUITS! When it did hit them, they both yelled at each other, "WE'RE IN SPACE! THERE'S NO AIR IN SPACE! WHY CAN WE BREATH?!" and almost failed to notice the Kami-worthy doors slide away from them without so much as a whisper. Piccolo turned his head for a second, said, "Hey, the door's are opening", turned back to Tien, then did a double take, and soon both warriors and the now semi-conscious cargo were streaming into what could only be described as Kami's own living room done in a techno-motif, but without the appropriately sized furniture. The room was like the inside of an endless computer, crossed with a castles main hall. There were pillars that looked like masses of wiring, computer hardware, and other kinds of machine hardware, all sheathed in beautifully plates of a shale colored alloy that left exposed internals at different sections up the height of the columns, engraved with intricate carvings and an alien version of hieroglyphics, all depicting some kind of great battle. The columns were the height of the boundless chamber, acting like ancient support pillars.
The room had endless banks of glowing computer screens and brightly lit workstations built into the walls, the pillars, and even the ceiling, giving the place a feeling of life, like being inside somebody's head and looking outward. The light from the computer screens allowed the two warriors to actually find the walls...and Videl to find Piccolo's chin. She brought her heel hard into the Namek's chop's surprising him, and giving Videl a firm impression of shattering her heel on the rock hard bone of Piccolo's jaw. He was hardly impressed as Videl flipped off his wide shoulder and landed expertly in front of him, in a crouching fighting stance. Instead of matching her move. He turned his back on her, adorning himself in a new cape and turban. Videl charged at him, past the stunned Tien, never seeing Piccolo place two fingers against his forehead. She grabbed him and whirled him around, ready to beat his antennae off, but was greeted with a glowing pointer and middle finger aimed right at HER forehead, quickly recognizing Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon being readied to fire.
Piccolo lowered his face to hers and hissed through clenched teeth, "Listen to me you thick headed child! You are going to do EXACTLY what I say or I will kill you! I have no time for this in-fighting crap, and neither do you. If you knew what Hurakan was truly like, you'd be stifling that rage of yours for a more appropriate time, like when we face him down, and concentrating on the fucking plan! Now, behave yourself, or you WILL have a Special Beam Cannon blast boring right through that pretty face of yours". Videl could swear she could see a slight cavity developing on one of Piccolo's fang-like canines, his face was so close. The sheer venom in his voice caused both Videl and Tien to shudder for fear of the Namek, and both decided not to push their luck with Piccolo's ever shortening fuse, if they actually HAD any luck to begin with.
After an audible gulp from the daughter of the World Martial Arts Champion, Hercule Satan, (who in Piccolo's "humble" opinion, was a greasy pig of a liar with a ridiculous hair style, and had no balls at all) they continued walking through the cavernous chamber, still in awe of the scope of the chamber and what it represented, occasionally glancing here and there at the myriad of artistically decorative equipment and artifacts in the room, marveling at even the simplest of devices that seemed to have grown right out the walls, they were so bizarre and unique in appearance. Piccolo got a comforting feeling from the room itself, but something IN the room was giving him some seriously bad vibes. Whatever it was, was slightly more powerful than Freiza in his cyborg form, but that was from twenty three years ago, and Piccolo had grown in power from about three million to over one hundred and thirty five million, and so was quite sure he could beat whatever was giving him the bad feelings he was picking up on. He put the dark impression out of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
The trio had come to another set of doors, vastly smaller than the front doors, but still towering above them at an impressive two hundred meters, beautifully carved engravings of gold, silver, and what looked like Jade set of the light bluish-gray of the doors. Tien reverently whispered, "Jeeze, even the doors are breathtaking, not to mention the whole palace. Man, whoever designed this place was a real artisan!" his three eyes widening slightly at sight of the striking double doors. Piccolo had to agree with the guy, but tried to get his mind on how to get in. As though reading his mind, ear rattling noises seemed to explode from behind the doors, sounds like massive mechanical, electronic, and even energy based locking mechanisms coming undone. Circular looking designs in the door began rotating, metal teeth popping out of the door, and a variety of hydraulics began retracting, visible through carved gaps in the outer skin of the doors. Just as soon as the noises started, they stopped, and the two huge doors began to slide open, with a gently soft whirring sound emanating from them, instead of the expected creaking and cracking of rust noises on would expect with something this large, and this old. The trio was then greeted by a wave of fierce light that greeted them, washing over them and enveloping them like sand engulfed by the tide. Everyone had to bring their arms up to their eyes, because their lids were nowhere near good enough, but the light was so fierce it seemed to pass right through their raised arms and tried to fry their eyes right out of the sockets! They could barely stand the light; it was so tortuously bright, so intense it threatened to burn the skin from their hides. Their screams of agony echoing throughout the great chamber, going on for what seemed like forever. Just as they were about to pass out from the intensity, it stopped altogether, leaving them all completely and totally blind, eyes swelled from the intense exposure like party balloons despite having their eyes complete closed, badly burned skin actually smoking from the photo- energetic onslaught they had endured.
Piccolo, despite the lack of sight, and feeling in his whole body forced himself vertical and snarled defiance, and began to slowly prod forward, step-by-step. He had had enough of being treated like the universes private bitch, and roared out his frustration. He carefully made his way forward; his hands held forward so they would touch anything in his way before the rest of him did. He was going to get some answers, and hopefully find a way to fix his eyes. As he took a few more steps, a rather odd sound became noticeable and slowly built until Piccolo could feel a slight pain in his large ears, but as the sound became louder, he recognized it as something massive taking in gargantuan breaths of air and breathing out, the breathing noises softly reverberating through Piccolo's ears with a rather pleasant feel.
He was going to ask if anyone was there, when a voice, a voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, and yet nowhere, possessing ageless maturity in it, powerful, but smooth like silk, and soft like the clouds, yet deep like the oceans spoke, "Welcome Piccolo Daimou Jr., son of the being known as King Piccolo. It has been an eternity since anyone has visited My inner self, and I have missed talking with a good soul such as yourself, child. Please, bring your friends in so we may speak". Piccolo found great comfort in the voice, but was thoroughly stumped as to how it could have known him and tried to answer back, but found it difficult to voice a reply. He found his throat parched and sore, as though he had been in the desert for an unhealthy amount of time without water. He tried to speak a simple "help us", but it came out a hoarse croak, and he passed out. He fell forward and would have landed on his face, if not for an undulating wave of energy that seemed to flow out from between the plating that made up the floor like translucent gold water, acting as a cushion for Piccolo and the others. It lifted them off the floor and slowly drew them into the massive room that had opened up.
The room was gigantic, at least two miles across and circular, thousands of bright magenta computer screens of every shape and conceivable odd configuration glowed softly as the three warriors were drawn toward the center of the room, the floor gradually falling away as it gradually sloped downward towards a massive pristine ethereal white stadium-sized dome in the center of the new chamber, adorned with computer banks and snaking pipes, exposed machinery and robotic tentacles that dotted the surface on the huge dome. There was a cylinder rising from the center of the dome, reaching all the way up to the all but invisible ceiling, which was due to absence of lighting fixtures in the room, minus the screens. As the three warriors neared the titan machine, the same omni-present voice resonating throughout the vast room, just as nerve-like circuit pathways came to life along the surface of the entire cylinder and the robotic machinery made it was quiet toward the unconscious warriors, "Be still, little ones, for the Prometheus Star has you now".
As the words were spoken, the massive doors began to slide close without so much as a sound. Just before they closed completely, a shadowy figure, arms crossed over its chest smiled a reptilian mouthful of razor sharp teeth, a skeletal tail sweeping back and forth, a pair of insane green eyes glowing in the darkness. The form took a few steps back, stopping just in front of the two massive doors just as they shut with a single, surprising BOOM, contradicting the doors silent opening and closing. The figure turned slightly, chuckled to itself, then turned around completely and took a couple of steps before leaping toward one of the columns in the previous chamber, climbing like Spider-man high on cocaine, making a strong clanking noise as it went. It soon disappeared among the alloy rafters of the massive fore-chamber, and a guttural cackle soon began to pass through the rafters like a cold wind.
Author's Note's: Hey guys! I got chapter nine done in a reasonable amount of time! Will wonders never cease! If you read this chapter, then expect some super surprises for the next chapter, I have so aptly dubbed, "Revelations and Too Much Tequila"! I thank al my loyal fans for your support, and to My dark angel, Camaro for your faithful support. See you later, everybody! Oh, wait, some of the characters wanted to say a few words! (Sorry guys!)
Vegeta Metallix: "Sorry? SORRY?! You almost cut us off when we were just about to go on?!?! You prick!"
Hurakan & Cynenba: "We second it! Brain dead man-bitch!!"
Author: "O_O..."
Tabasco: "Hey, now! The kids doin' his best here, and hey...He came up with up 'main villains' you shit-for-brains!"
Author: "Thank you, Tabasco! For being a loyal creation, your getting your own story!"
Tabasco: *does happy dance and gives three villains the finger*
Villains: "WHY DON'T WE GET OUR OWN STORIES?!?!?!?!"
Author: "'cause your already in your own!"
Villains: ^_^!
Author: HAHAAHAHAHA!!!!