Disclaimer: Well folks, I am most definitely back, and so I won't bore with
the usual dribble, so on with the show! So now Begins "Cruel Discoveries,
Bloody Rampage!"
As Vegeta walked down the expansive hallway, he was somehow keeping his balance despite the fact that hallways were actually swaying from side to side. The Hybrids has smartly decided to go for a different approach; they were floating above the floor, sweeping down the hall toward the cause of the earthquake-style disturbance, all with nasty looking sneers on their pink-skinned faces, intent on rearranging somebody's insides. He smirked at the Hybrids need to inflict violence on anybody that crossed their paths, or on anybody in general. They would have made fine Saiyins. He was now dragging a screaming Marron down toward his chambers that he had selected for himself when the Dark Palace had finished forming itself. He reached the huge doors, smiling at the fact that he had to scrunch up his shoulders ever so slightly to get past them. He kicked them open with a thunderous boom and adjusted himself so he wouldn't get stuck. As he surveyed the room, he eyed the huge master bed, a classic four-poster deal, but built to accommodate someone of his massive stature. He harshly tossed the weeping girl onto the bed and with a mental command, began divesting his armor, which popped off with bursts of cool steam.
Marrons tear filled eyes widened as she saw Vegeta Metallix completely remove his armor, exposing the skinless red muscle tissue and cybernetics that made him up. She felt sick to her core and frightened to such an extent, it border-lined on a psychotic episode. She dreaded at the thought of Vegeta Metallix's intentions, but suddenly calmed when she looked between his legs. Instead of the nightmarish organs she thought she would see, it was instead smooth muscle tissue and machine components. She suddenly realized that Vegeta Metallix did NOT know about his lacking "parts". She was brought out of her shock by Vegeta Metallix's deep chuckle, as he said, "Impressive isn't it, You'll never see anything like this", as he puffed up to emphasize his imaginary manhood. Marron could only respond with "you got that right!" Vegeta Metallix raised a metal brow, and then looked down. He froze stiff as chilled concrete. Marron blinked at his response, and started to slowly slide off the sheets, vary not to get Vegeta Metallix's attention, lest he kill her in a rage at the lack of his male sex organs. She had gotten no more than a few measly inches when Vegeta Metallix raised his head, breathing now a harsh rush on air, in and out, teeth bared in a wicked snarl, and his four yellow eyes threatening to burst, ruby red veins prominently displayed against the golden cornea of the eyes.
He whirled around, and in a barely contained rush of anger and intent to inflict harm, he charged out of the room, screaming and roaring incoherently, his armor reattaching itself as he charged back down the hallway, a single violent desire burned into his mind: "KILL, KILL, KILL!!!" he left a stunned and confused Marron in the abandoned room, wondering what the hell had just happened. Coming to a startling realization that she could now escape, she tore out of the room, and ran down an adjoining hallway, intent on finding the other women.
The four Dark Gods (well, the three conscious ones, that is!) looked on with mild admiration at the young demi-Saiyin floating above them, now fully transformed into a third stage Super Saiyin, who was glaring at them with a need to vivisect some alien dirt bags. Darkore thought the boy must be stupid to challenge all the power assembled before him, especially himself, that empty-minded son of his, Cynenba, and especially Hurakan. Hurakan may be young by Darkore's standards, but he was a mere thousand points below him in power. HA! Kids today! Finally realizing that eating ones vegetables was a good thing! As Darkore thought about his idiot sons incredible dumb luck at picking such a new recruit for the Dark God Council, said idiot was stirring, and was half sitting up, looking at the glowing Super Saiyin Three Trunks, swearing and grumpily asking, "who the fuck turned on the lights? Kill it, man! I'm was having a nice dream about a swimsuit model and a bottle of Prozac!"
Cynenba chuckled at V'Raal's odd response, but the two elder Dark Gods replied thusly, with Hurakan stating, in a somewhat nervous tone, "I really don't want to know. How are you related to this person again, Darkore?" Darkore responded with a resounding, "I don't know him, I tell you!" As the two began to discuss the merits of having ones identity changed to distance oneself from annoying relations, they felt a rather intense build up of power coming from inside the palace, and the intense rage behind it. They realized several things: the first thing was that Vegeta Metallix was the source of the huge Ki reading, plus he was particular angry at Hurakan, but would kill anything he got a hold of, or at least make it suffer first, and thirdly...he was right below them, coming up very fast indeed! They both looked at each other and whispered, "Oh, shit". Vegeta Metallix's massive hands burst through the floor, two of his hands grabbing the two by their heads, the other two hands grabbing on the armor they wore on their respective chests, the rest of him following suite, fully armored again, and now bristling with a nasty assortment of heavy assault weapons.
Hurakan and Darkore were now struggling to get out of Vegeta Metallix's grip, being assisted by Cynenba and a now very conscious V'Raal, who was punching Vegeta Metallix wildly, swearing at him to let the old man go, or have his balls removed the hard way. Vegeta Metallix redoubled his efforts, screaming out, "My balls have already been removed you bastard! You and these three fucks had my sex organs removed! You turned me into some kind of twisted monster-machine thing! I'M NOT EVEN A MAN ANYMORE!!" He rammed his head into V'Raal's, and then slammed the heads of the two Dark Gods together and threw them at a stunned V'Raal. He then bent over so quickly, that Cynenba was taken right off his feet, which gave Vegeta Metallix the chance to grab his shoulders and pile drive him into the floor. For good measure, he started to fire off his body weapons, totally vaporizing some of the Hybrids, who had now started to get involved in the fight. He barely registered a very frightened woman on the floor staring at him with a very fearful expression, dressed in one of Hurakan's robes. She looked over in the Death God's direction and ran over to him, being dragged down by the heavy garment she was wearing. She fell at Hurakan's side, trying to coerce the God of Death back to consciousness, succeeding somewhat as he stat up and began massaging his scalp, groaning at his discomfort and slight headache.
As Vegeta Metallix continued his rage-fueled rampage, Trunks looked on, stunned so completely, you'd swear he just died in mid air and forgot to plummet to the ground far below. His sloping brow was almost touching the spiky mane of hair he now sported, and his eyes were as big as saucers. He was couldn't believe his what was going on, just a few feet below him. His father, now some kind of cybernetic freak, was going ballistic on the main bad guys, and what looked like some new arrivals, and from the Ki signals they were putting out, they were easily on par with Hurakan! Great. Just beautiful! How was he supposed to beat these guys if they kept piling on the power? Just as the fight below him continued on, the creep in the golden armor leaped into the air, streaking toward Vegeta, who didn't even register the movement, he was so engrossed with tearing apart Hurakan's lady friend, who Hurakan was viscously defending. 'Maybe the bastard has SOME honor in him', Trunks begrudgingly admitted as he witnessed Hurakan's noble act.
Vegeta turned just in time to receive a thundering succession of spin kicks, followed up by a sickeningly painful-to-look-at high kick to the jaw. It was sickeningly painful to look at for two reasons: the gold guy looked like he had torn his groin and pelvis right in two pieces pulling off the kick, and Vegeta's jaw had been smashed clean off! Metal and bone fragments, blood, muscle fibers, tiny machine bits, and other bodily components went scattering as Vegeta's jaw went flying right into a Hybrid, bursting out the other side of the half bio-android, half demon, leaving a gaping hole where his stomach used to be. The Hybrid looked at the hole in his stomach, then at Darkore, then back to hole, then back to Darkore again, then flipped both birds before his eyes rolled back into his head and flopped to floor like a wet sack mud. Darkore winched and quipped, "OOOOHHHHHHH! Sorry!" He walked over to the unconscious Vegeta Metallix and picked him up like he weighed nothing, and slumped him over his shoulder. He registered that Vegeta Metallix was already beginning to stir, as well as regenerate. He was glad that Vegeta was regenerating, because all of his blood and saliva and so forth were staining his good cloak. He glanced at Trunks, who was screaming bloody murder and flying right at the Dark God, sword drawn and ready to cleave somebody's ugly melon right off. He would have been permitted to get within striking distance, if not for Darkore's slightly annoyed mood. Darkore didn't want to kill the boy, at least not yet, so he glared at the foolish child and snarled, "Sleep". As quick as thought, trunks simply fell asleep, and crashed onto the balcony, passing right through a phase-shifted Darkore, who then telekinetically threw Trunks over the ledge of the balcony, who was quickly apprehended by his friends.
To say that they were surprised, stunned or shocked would have been the ultimate understatement, as they kept trying to come to terms with Trunks going Super Saiyin Three, and even more so what had happened on the balcony. They had no idea any one entity could be so powerful! The dude in the gold armor had stopped him with a word! A rather frightening thought came into all of their minds: what if the guy had actually put some effort into what he did, because taking out Vegeta Metallix was like nothing to him, and it was even easier with Trunks! Goku watched as the group of monsters walked away, the unconscious Vegeta Metallix being carried away, and realized that they were in way over their heads on this one, massively way over. As they looked on, Hurakan turned around and smiled calmly and called out to them. "Well? Aren't you going to come inside for dinner? That's why we asked you here, after all. Come now, it'll get cold if linger out here all day. Come". He turned back around and kept on walking, gliding like a wraith. Goku wasn't as surprised as he thought he should be at Hurakan's invite, and so decided to run with it. He smiled like he always did before one of his legendary fights, and floated up to the busted balcony, touching down gently and started jogging at a brisk pace to catch up with the gigantic lords of the house. Gohan and Goten looked at each other warily, but decided to follow their fearless dad into the breach, and tore off after him, Trunks being carried by Goten, Gohan taking the lead.
Goku examined the lavishly decorated hallways, impressed that something so black could look pretty, but decided to leave off the interior decoration critiquing until later, now side by side with the gigantic monster in the blue armor, shivering every time the guy looked him in the eye. It wasn't just raw power that Goku was sensing from these guys; it was a sense of seemingly endless experience in everything evil and downright nasty, plus a plain and simple icy cold that most of the villains Goku had ever fought would have died to exude, as well as from feeling, let alone possessing themselves. The way these new baddies carried themselves made him think of royalty, plus someone massively arrogant. The being in the gold armor was walking down the hallway, the unconscious Vegeta, or Vegeta Metallix as he called himself now, swaying back and forth. Goku couldn't get over that Vegeta Metallix could be taken out so easily, let alone be carried by these guys! He realized that even though they were slightly taller than Dabura, that didn't mean they didn't have the power to make up for their lack of size in comparison to Vegeta Metallix. The guy in gold, who Goku heard Hurakan call Darkore, was humming a merry tune to himself, and occasionally throwing back rather harsh insults to the guy in the blue armor. Goku reasoned the blue entity was the son of this Darkore person, and decided to go fact finding. He picked up the pace so that he caught up to Darkore on the left and asked a couple of questions to the odd villain.
"Hi there big guy! Nice day isn't it?" Darkore looked down to his left and favored the goofy Saiyin with an easy smile and a questioning eye. He responded, "If you want to know some thing about me, child, simply ask your question directly. I like people who are direct. People who beat around the bush tend to make me most cross". He smiled a face splitting grin, showing off gleaming white teeth that would have scared a shark shitless. Goku smiled in kind, and got to the point, intent on staying in Darkore's good books. "Okay then...Darkore, wasn't it? Well, for starters, what are you and your son doing here on earth? You look like the kind of beings who wouldn't give a little world like Earth a second glance, and maybe not even a passing first glance, unless of course, there was something that you wanted here". Darkore chuckled lowly, then burst into full-blown belly laughter, almost dropping Vegeta to the floor. He staggered into a wall under the force of his own laughter, smacking Vegeta's head against the wall accidentally. He righted himself, his son shaking his head ashamedly at his father's antics, and mumbled something about if he's the immature one in the family, then what did that make his father. Darkore realized what he looked like, and composed himself. He readjusted Vegeta Metallix's weight, and cleared his throat before he responded to the Saiyin's question.
"Ahem, well first off, I apologize about my odd outburst, but I found it profoundly comical that you figured out that V'Raal, that's the great cantankerous blue lump behind me", the comment earning him a growl and sneer from the being he insulted, "was my son, considering I gave no apparent clues as to his lineage. How ever did you discern such information Saiyin? I do believe I have judged your races mental faculties as all but non-existent incorrectly. I change my judgment to meager, but with exceptions". He stopped walking, and the rest of the party did likewise. He looked directly into Goku's eyes, intent on scanning his mind telepathically for answers if Goku's answers proved unacceptable.
The golden haired Saiyin smirked and simply quipped, "How couldn't you be his dad?" The aforementioned V'Raal looked like Goku had sprouted three extra heads at the response that he had provided his father, but Darkore simply raised a bony eye brow at the odd little Super Saiyin at his side, but Goku continued before he could ask him to elaborate, "The way you and Hurakan responded when your son, V'Raal, woke up to Trunks light in his eyes and started to complain about his dream being interrupted. Hurakan asked you and he were related, but you responded by denying you knew him, and by the way he acted, he's not as mature as you are", that particular comment earning Goku an angry "HEY!" from behind him. "Plus", Goku continued, "V'Raal himself gave me a clue, saying, and I quote, 'If I'm the immature one in the family, then what does that make you?'"
Darkore was stunned, but in a good way. He was quite impressed with Goku's attention to obscure detail that most people would ignore, or not pick up on in the first place, and his in-depth reason, as well as judge of character. He found himself liking the Saiyin more and more. A true pity it was that the Saiyin was so good-natured. He would have made a fine Dark God for sure. As he started walking again, he began to think of other potential Dark Gods that he had his eyes on, and smirked to himself as he thought that they were spread throughout the omniverse, in different realities, different timelines, different eras and so forth, so even if the potentials in this reality fell through, he have a practically endless list of potentials to go through. Including himself, V'Raal, and now Hurakan and Cynenba, there were four other Dark Gods already, making eight in total. Four more to go, and they'd have an even twelve. He was having quite a day.
"Hey, Darkore, you in there?" Darkore was startled out of his daydreaming by the Saiyin warrior, who continued, "So. What are you and V'Raal doing here on Earth anyway?" The Dark God smiled happily and responded with a small amount of obvious joy ebbing through when he turned to Goku, a small part of him wishing for a cattle prod with which to educate the Saiyin about the proper manner with which to address a Dark God. "It is simple, boy. We are looking for those who would become a part of a little group we like to call...The Twelve Dark Gods. Including myself, my son, and our two newest recruits, both showing promising potential, both of whom you already know, there are four other Dark Gods that you are fortunate enough NOT to know. They are none other than my very own brothers. They are called Shiharuzan, Gocorado, Majiron, and Procarritore. Pray you and they never meet, for they are not nearly as, how do you say, 'benign', as I". Darkore looked to Goku, hoping to see a face filled with fear and terror, but instead saw a face filled with some comprehension, and even more curiosity! He suddenly remembered that the Saiyin had not heard of his brothers before today, and frowned at his own waning mind. Goku caught the frown and asked, "Did I miss something?" "Almost five billion years of something!" Darkore whispered harshly more to himself than the golden mane Saiyin. He walked away, leaving Goku to ponder his wonders with a ridiculous look of confusion on his usually relaxed features.
Darkore saw the Hybrid that he had gutted earlier due to his casual mistake, fully regenerated and walking toward them whilst talking to a fellow Hybrid. The Hybrid noticed him, and promptly threw a savage fit, swearing so fiercely, his skin turned from a light pink to a severe purple. He swore at Darkore for well over ten minutes straight, then calmed down when he noticed the pretty girl standing next to Lord Hurakan. He focused his attention on the young female that everybody else had seemingly ignored and licked his forked tongue out at her, smiling like a ravenous animal that had just spotted a feast. Darkore noticed the Hybrids reaction, and liked it quite a bit, but Hurakan had a different opinion. He stomped up to the Hybrid and glared daggers at him. He snarled, "What is your name, worm?" The Hybrid looked up into Hurakan's demonic red eyes, but instead of cowering in fear, he flipped Hurakan the bird and kicked him in the kneecap, a resounding cracking sound reverberating up and down the hallway. Hurakan was now hopping around on one foot, favoring his currently dislocated kneecap, trying to shove it back into place.
"The name is Tabasco, you fat ass fuck! If you have a problem with me, lets work it out in a mature and responsible manner, not this steroid rage, jock strap, 'I'm better than you' crap! Act your age, you horny shit! Man, I can't believe I work for this prick!" Tabasco, who after announcing himself, turned back to his shocked and shaken companion, who was just frozen in place, unbelieving that a Hybrid had just cursed and assaulted Lord Hurakan. He became even more frightened as the aforementioned Death God loomed viciously over Tabasco, Anubis drawn and ready to strike down he who dared anger him. Tabasco saw the terrified look in his partner's eyes, but simply let his shoulders sag and said, "Aw nuts!"
As Hurakan swung the demonic blade back, preparing to sweep the filthy little buggers head off, a powerful hand clasped tightly around his wrist, stopping him in mid swing. He whipped his head around to look right into Darkore's smug mug. His lower mandibles clicked against his bony jaw as he haughtily, yet playfully scorned, "Aw, aw, aw! No need to become so harsh with the youngster! Hormones and all that. Besides...I really like his attitude. Don't you agree V'Raal?"
V'Raal smiled mischievously and sniggered, then replied, "I have to agree, old demon. Sometimes, you just need a good heaping dose of rebelliousness to keep things fresh. He's a winner in my books". And gave the rather surprised Tabasco two clawed thumbs way up. Tabasco cautiously returned the thumps up, with a weary smile. He received a thunderous clap on the back from a giggling Cynenba, who was having the time of his life watching all these crazy antics. He chortled and chuckled as he passed the group, but suddenly spun around in a flourish, calling out between chuckles, "Well, what's the hold up? Come on, people the foods getting' cold, and we're goin' to miss the party!"
The group once again began walking, with the exception of Hurakan who was limping along favoring his busted knee. He glared at Tabasco as he walked away, and Tabasco smirked. He was just about to go his own way when Darkore spoke up. "Come here, my young friend. Perch upon my shoulder and tell of yourself. I am interested by you, and my interest is not easily captured". Tabasco was slightly surprised, but quite delighted, as he hopped onto Darkore's huge left shoulder and crouched down, looking like some beastly rendition of the cliché pirate parrot. He was concealed underneath the massive disk atop Darkore helmet that stretched out past the sharply upturned blades at the tips of each wide shoulder piece, his long tail swishing back and forth proudly. Hurakan was now grumbling angrily under his breath, all to eager to put into play what he had found on Mars. Oh, yes! When he activated that wondrous find, sweet and complete revenge would be his, then he'd get back at that little runt for busting his kneecap.
As they made they're way down the hallway toward the massive doors of the dining hall, Vegeta Metallix's eyes were beginning to flutter open.
Aboard the Prometheus Star, another pair of eyes was beginning to open. Videl awoke to blurry vision and a wicked headache. She also felt warm and like she was resting on velvet and satin sheets. After a few moments, as her eyes and mind cleared, she realized that she WAS lying on satin and velvet sheets, lying in a huge octagonal shaped bed. The sheets were blood red, trimmed in deep, silky blue with gold embroidery, and looked like they cost a fortune. The she sat up in the bed, and took a careful look around. She looked behind her and saw huge puffy cloud-like pillows colored the color of jade trimmed in frills of a gossamer material that seemed to glow in the low light of the room. The bed she was on was huge, as large as a middle class homes back yard if she had to guess, and posters at each corner, supporting a canopy of midnight black satin, and a deeply varnished wood of an odd shade of purple. 'Okay, who stuck me in some lonely nut job's wet dream?' Videl thought as she continued to look around. As she looked around, she discovered something rather disconcerting indeed...she was completely NAKED! She grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her naked chest and cried out in surprise, as well as indignation. She thought, 'when said nut job who put me here walks in, he will LIMP out!' As she began to look around the room again, hoping to find some clothes, and maybe a weapon, she noticed that the room was chalk full of deep blue candles placed in every nook and cranny possible but without making it difficult to move around the room. That wasn't all. Someone, or something was walking around the room, and circling the bed like a shark.
"Whose there?" She called out. A deep chuckle sounded from the shadows, moving away from the bed, and sat down in an ornate wooden chair at one end of the lavish room. "I said 'whose there?' Listen; if this is your way of trying to pick up girls let me tell you, your nuts! Who do you think you are, abducting women for this, this twisted fantasy, you creep?" A barking laugh reached her ears and someone spoke up in a husky voice, laced with a deep accent of some kind. "Gutten taug, frauline. I'm glad you are awake. Did you enjoy last night?" Videl looked at the shadowy figure weird, then stuttered, "wh-what d-do you mean, 'l-last night'?" The owner of the voice laughed softly and mock-scorned, "come now, my dear, how can you not remember what WE did last night? I am surprised, really. With all the moaning and screaming you did, I thought you'd remember. Oh, and what about that sticky feeling between your legs?"
Videl came to a sickening realization. She had been violated while she was unconscious! She sat frozen in bed for just a moment, then felt her face contort in rage, screamed vile curses at her violator, and leapt right out of bed across the room, arms outstretched, wanting to strangle the beast who had raped her. Just as her finger tips what she thought was his throat, she was stopped in mid-air, and the sinister voice drawled, "Now, now. Such behaviors for a proper lady! Oh, wait a moment. After last night, and some of the things that YOU did to ME, I can't really call you a LADY, now, can I?" Videl thrashed and kicked, trying to get at the dark figure, who she now realized was distinctly reptilian, which made her stomach toss and churn all the more. She screamed into his face, which she now see quite clearly, and it made her blood freeze. His face was a deep red color, and vaguely reminded her of muscle tissue, but without the patches of fatty tissue, like he was blushing quite profusely. His head was like a cross between a snake and an iguana getting wider as one moved back from the tip of his snout. As she got a better look at him, she also saw robotic hardware sticking out of his face at the cheeks and around the eyes, one of which was in fact am artificial lens that focused on her intently. The other eye was glazed over and leering at her hungrily.
She was suddenly jerked backward quickly and flew backward landing with a muffled thump on the bed, and just as quickly, the hideous lizard man leapt on top of her, revealing more of himself, though Videl had sincerely wished that he had stayed in the shadows. His body was the same organic red color, muscles toned to a peek, but yet lithe, a slim, almost bony frame, a long tail swishing and whipping behind him, and robotic looking armor plating, robotics and an odd kind of fiber optics sticking out of his body parts and torso. He turned his head to the side so his organic eye could leer at her. It was a narrow organ, the color of neon green with an icy neon blue iris and elliptical pupil focusing on her, a whirring noise coming from the mechanisms in his neck as he turned his head. He grabbed her arms and held them out straight, even as Videl struggled violently, and even score a hit to his groin. Instead of his rolling off of her in pain, though, he smiled evilly, baring huge gleaming fangs at her, and spoke in a hoarse whisper, "My you are a frisky one, aren't you! Made for an exquisite night last night, I have to say!" The lizard man's snake-like tongue slid out of his mouth and he ran his tongue up and down Videl's throat hungrily, making Videl shudder and feel intense revulsion, as well as thrash and struggle all the harder. He pushed her legs apart using his own, and actually wrapped her calves in his long bony toes, the feeling of cold steel against Videl's skin, and pressed his bulging erection against her sacred spot. Videl froze and shivered in fear as tears began to crawl out of her eyes. She tried to hold them back, but the beast about to rape her again laughed aloud and slammed into her deeply, eliciting a scream from the pinned woman. He chuckled as he increased the amount of force, making her scream and struggle all the more, making it all the more pleasant for the monstrous beast that was violating her again. Videl stopped screaming, but just for a moment, gathered up as much air as she could with this hulking thing pounding into her, slamming the air from her lungs, and screamed out one single word in a blood curdling scream, that word being the name of the man she loves more than life itself.
"GOHAN!!"
As Videl began to scream and weep bitterly, her captor whispered forcefully in her ear, even as he began harshly nibbling on it, drawing blood, "My name is Terror-Core Technocrom. I am your lord, I am your Master, and you, my sweet one...ARE MINE".
Author's Notes: Well everybody, while that chapter was shorter than my normal ones, it isn't as short as some others I've done. As you can tell from this chapter, things are going to get a whole hell of a lot worse before they even get mildly better! So hang onto your hats, and get ready for "Dark Revelations, Heartbreaking Discoveries, Soul-Shattering Tragedies, and Even more Tequila!"
As Vegeta walked down the expansive hallway, he was somehow keeping his balance despite the fact that hallways were actually swaying from side to side. The Hybrids has smartly decided to go for a different approach; they were floating above the floor, sweeping down the hall toward the cause of the earthquake-style disturbance, all with nasty looking sneers on their pink-skinned faces, intent on rearranging somebody's insides. He smirked at the Hybrids need to inflict violence on anybody that crossed their paths, or on anybody in general. They would have made fine Saiyins. He was now dragging a screaming Marron down toward his chambers that he had selected for himself when the Dark Palace had finished forming itself. He reached the huge doors, smiling at the fact that he had to scrunch up his shoulders ever so slightly to get past them. He kicked them open with a thunderous boom and adjusted himself so he wouldn't get stuck. As he surveyed the room, he eyed the huge master bed, a classic four-poster deal, but built to accommodate someone of his massive stature. He harshly tossed the weeping girl onto the bed and with a mental command, began divesting his armor, which popped off with bursts of cool steam.
Marrons tear filled eyes widened as she saw Vegeta Metallix completely remove his armor, exposing the skinless red muscle tissue and cybernetics that made him up. She felt sick to her core and frightened to such an extent, it border-lined on a psychotic episode. She dreaded at the thought of Vegeta Metallix's intentions, but suddenly calmed when she looked between his legs. Instead of the nightmarish organs she thought she would see, it was instead smooth muscle tissue and machine components. She suddenly realized that Vegeta Metallix did NOT know about his lacking "parts". She was brought out of her shock by Vegeta Metallix's deep chuckle, as he said, "Impressive isn't it, You'll never see anything like this", as he puffed up to emphasize his imaginary manhood. Marron could only respond with "you got that right!" Vegeta Metallix raised a metal brow, and then looked down. He froze stiff as chilled concrete. Marron blinked at his response, and started to slowly slide off the sheets, vary not to get Vegeta Metallix's attention, lest he kill her in a rage at the lack of his male sex organs. She had gotten no more than a few measly inches when Vegeta Metallix raised his head, breathing now a harsh rush on air, in and out, teeth bared in a wicked snarl, and his four yellow eyes threatening to burst, ruby red veins prominently displayed against the golden cornea of the eyes.
He whirled around, and in a barely contained rush of anger and intent to inflict harm, he charged out of the room, screaming and roaring incoherently, his armor reattaching itself as he charged back down the hallway, a single violent desire burned into his mind: "KILL, KILL, KILL!!!" he left a stunned and confused Marron in the abandoned room, wondering what the hell had just happened. Coming to a startling realization that she could now escape, she tore out of the room, and ran down an adjoining hallway, intent on finding the other women.
The four Dark Gods (well, the three conscious ones, that is!) looked on with mild admiration at the young demi-Saiyin floating above them, now fully transformed into a third stage Super Saiyin, who was glaring at them with a need to vivisect some alien dirt bags. Darkore thought the boy must be stupid to challenge all the power assembled before him, especially himself, that empty-minded son of his, Cynenba, and especially Hurakan. Hurakan may be young by Darkore's standards, but he was a mere thousand points below him in power. HA! Kids today! Finally realizing that eating ones vegetables was a good thing! As Darkore thought about his idiot sons incredible dumb luck at picking such a new recruit for the Dark God Council, said idiot was stirring, and was half sitting up, looking at the glowing Super Saiyin Three Trunks, swearing and grumpily asking, "who the fuck turned on the lights? Kill it, man! I'm was having a nice dream about a swimsuit model and a bottle of Prozac!"
Cynenba chuckled at V'Raal's odd response, but the two elder Dark Gods replied thusly, with Hurakan stating, in a somewhat nervous tone, "I really don't want to know. How are you related to this person again, Darkore?" Darkore responded with a resounding, "I don't know him, I tell you!" As the two began to discuss the merits of having ones identity changed to distance oneself from annoying relations, they felt a rather intense build up of power coming from inside the palace, and the intense rage behind it. They realized several things: the first thing was that Vegeta Metallix was the source of the huge Ki reading, plus he was particular angry at Hurakan, but would kill anything he got a hold of, or at least make it suffer first, and thirdly...he was right below them, coming up very fast indeed! They both looked at each other and whispered, "Oh, shit". Vegeta Metallix's massive hands burst through the floor, two of his hands grabbing the two by their heads, the other two hands grabbing on the armor they wore on their respective chests, the rest of him following suite, fully armored again, and now bristling with a nasty assortment of heavy assault weapons.
Hurakan and Darkore were now struggling to get out of Vegeta Metallix's grip, being assisted by Cynenba and a now very conscious V'Raal, who was punching Vegeta Metallix wildly, swearing at him to let the old man go, or have his balls removed the hard way. Vegeta Metallix redoubled his efforts, screaming out, "My balls have already been removed you bastard! You and these three fucks had my sex organs removed! You turned me into some kind of twisted monster-machine thing! I'M NOT EVEN A MAN ANYMORE!!" He rammed his head into V'Raal's, and then slammed the heads of the two Dark Gods together and threw them at a stunned V'Raal. He then bent over so quickly, that Cynenba was taken right off his feet, which gave Vegeta Metallix the chance to grab his shoulders and pile drive him into the floor. For good measure, he started to fire off his body weapons, totally vaporizing some of the Hybrids, who had now started to get involved in the fight. He barely registered a very frightened woman on the floor staring at him with a very fearful expression, dressed in one of Hurakan's robes. She looked over in the Death God's direction and ran over to him, being dragged down by the heavy garment she was wearing. She fell at Hurakan's side, trying to coerce the God of Death back to consciousness, succeeding somewhat as he stat up and began massaging his scalp, groaning at his discomfort and slight headache.
As Vegeta Metallix continued his rage-fueled rampage, Trunks looked on, stunned so completely, you'd swear he just died in mid air and forgot to plummet to the ground far below. His sloping brow was almost touching the spiky mane of hair he now sported, and his eyes were as big as saucers. He was couldn't believe his what was going on, just a few feet below him. His father, now some kind of cybernetic freak, was going ballistic on the main bad guys, and what looked like some new arrivals, and from the Ki signals they were putting out, they were easily on par with Hurakan! Great. Just beautiful! How was he supposed to beat these guys if they kept piling on the power? Just as the fight below him continued on, the creep in the golden armor leaped into the air, streaking toward Vegeta, who didn't even register the movement, he was so engrossed with tearing apart Hurakan's lady friend, who Hurakan was viscously defending. 'Maybe the bastard has SOME honor in him', Trunks begrudgingly admitted as he witnessed Hurakan's noble act.
Vegeta turned just in time to receive a thundering succession of spin kicks, followed up by a sickeningly painful-to-look-at high kick to the jaw. It was sickeningly painful to look at for two reasons: the gold guy looked like he had torn his groin and pelvis right in two pieces pulling off the kick, and Vegeta's jaw had been smashed clean off! Metal and bone fragments, blood, muscle fibers, tiny machine bits, and other bodily components went scattering as Vegeta's jaw went flying right into a Hybrid, bursting out the other side of the half bio-android, half demon, leaving a gaping hole where his stomach used to be. The Hybrid looked at the hole in his stomach, then at Darkore, then back to hole, then back to Darkore again, then flipped both birds before his eyes rolled back into his head and flopped to floor like a wet sack mud. Darkore winched and quipped, "OOOOHHHHHHH! Sorry!" He walked over to the unconscious Vegeta Metallix and picked him up like he weighed nothing, and slumped him over his shoulder. He registered that Vegeta Metallix was already beginning to stir, as well as regenerate. He was glad that Vegeta was regenerating, because all of his blood and saliva and so forth were staining his good cloak. He glanced at Trunks, who was screaming bloody murder and flying right at the Dark God, sword drawn and ready to cleave somebody's ugly melon right off. He would have been permitted to get within striking distance, if not for Darkore's slightly annoyed mood. Darkore didn't want to kill the boy, at least not yet, so he glared at the foolish child and snarled, "Sleep". As quick as thought, trunks simply fell asleep, and crashed onto the balcony, passing right through a phase-shifted Darkore, who then telekinetically threw Trunks over the ledge of the balcony, who was quickly apprehended by his friends.
To say that they were surprised, stunned or shocked would have been the ultimate understatement, as they kept trying to come to terms with Trunks going Super Saiyin Three, and even more so what had happened on the balcony. They had no idea any one entity could be so powerful! The dude in the gold armor had stopped him with a word! A rather frightening thought came into all of their minds: what if the guy had actually put some effort into what he did, because taking out Vegeta Metallix was like nothing to him, and it was even easier with Trunks! Goku watched as the group of monsters walked away, the unconscious Vegeta Metallix being carried away, and realized that they were in way over their heads on this one, massively way over. As they looked on, Hurakan turned around and smiled calmly and called out to them. "Well? Aren't you going to come inside for dinner? That's why we asked you here, after all. Come now, it'll get cold if linger out here all day. Come". He turned back around and kept on walking, gliding like a wraith. Goku wasn't as surprised as he thought he should be at Hurakan's invite, and so decided to run with it. He smiled like he always did before one of his legendary fights, and floated up to the busted balcony, touching down gently and started jogging at a brisk pace to catch up with the gigantic lords of the house. Gohan and Goten looked at each other warily, but decided to follow their fearless dad into the breach, and tore off after him, Trunks being carried by Goten, Gohan taking the lead.
Goku examined the lavishly decorated hallways, impressed that something so black could look pretty, but decided to leave off the interior decoration critiquing until later, now side by side with the gigantic monster in the blue armor, shivering every time the guy looked him in the eye. It wasn't just raw power that Goku was sensing from these guys; it was a sense of seemingly endless experience in everything evil and downright nasty, plus a plain and simple icy cold that most of the villains Goku had ever fought would have died to exude, as well as from feeling, let alone possessing themselves. The way these new baddies carried themselves made him think of royalty, plus someone massively arrogant. The being in the gold armor was walking down the hallway, the unconscious Vegeta, or Vegeta Metallix as he called himself now, swaying back and forth. Goku couldn't get over that Vegeta Metallix could be taken out so easily, let alone be carried by these guys! He realized that even though they were slightly taller than Dabura, that didn't mean they didn't have the power to make up for their lack of size in comparison to Vegeta Metallix. The guy in gold, who Goku heard Hurakan call Darkore, was humming a merry tune to himself, and occasionally throwing back rather harsh insults to the guy in the blue armor. Goku reasoned the blue entity was the son of this Darkore person, and decided to go fact finding. He picked up the pace so that he caught up to Darkore on the left and asked a couple of questions to the odd villain.
"Hi there big guy! Nice day isn't it?" Darkore looked down to his left and favored the goofy Saiyin with an easy smile and a questioning eye. He responded, "If you want to know some thing about me, child, simply ask your question directly. I like people who are direct. People who beat around the bush tend to make me most cross". He smiled a face splitting grin, showing off gleaming white teeth that would have scared a shark shitless. Goku smiled in kind, and got to the point, intent on staying in Darkore's good books. "Okay then...Darkore, wasn't it? Well, for starters, what are you and your son doing here on earth? You look like the kind of beings who wouldn't give a little world like Earth a second glance, and maybe not even a passing first glance, unless of course, there was something that you wanted here". Darkore chuckled lowly, then burst into full-blown belly laughter, almost dropping Vegeta to the floor. He staggered into a wall under the force of his own laughter, smacking Vegeta's head against the wall accidentally. He righted himself, his son shaking his head ashamedly at his father's antics, and mumbled something about if he's the immature one in the family, then what did that make his father. Darkore realized what he looked like, and composed himself. He readjusted Vegeta Metallix's weight, and cleared his throat before he responded to the Saiyin's question.
"Ahem, well first off, I apologize about my odd outburst, but I found it profoundly comical that you figured out that V'Raal, that's the great cantankerous blue lump behind me", the comment earning him a growl and sneer from the being he insulted, "was my son, considering I gave no apparent clues as to his lineage. How ever did you discern such information Saiyin? I do believe I have judged your races mental faculties as all but non-existent incorrectly. I change my judgment to meager, but with exceptions". He stopped walking, and the rest of the party did likewise. He looked directly into Goku's eyes, intent on scanning his mind telepathically for answers if Goku's answers proved unacceptable.
The golden haired Saiyin smirked and simply quipped, "How couldn't you be his dad?" The aforementioned V'Raal looked like Goku had sprouted three extra heads at the response that he had provided his father, but Darkore simply raised a bony eye brow at the odd little Super Saiyin at his side, but Goku continued before he could ask him to elaborate, "The way you and Hurakan responded when your son, V'Raal, woke up to Trunks light in his eyes and started to complain about his dream being interrupted. Hurakan asked you and he were related, but you responded by denying you knew him, and by the way he acted, he's not as mature as you are", that particular comment earning Goku an angry "HEY!" from behind him. "Plus", Goku continued, "V'Raal himself gave me a clue, saying, and I quote, 'If I'm the immature one in the family, then what does that make you?'"
Darkore was stunned, but in a good way. He was quite impressed with Goku's attention to obscure detail that most people would ignore, or not pick up on in the first place, and his in-depth reason, as well as judge of character. He found himself liking the Saiyin more and more. A true pity it was that the Saiyin was so good-natured. He would have made a fine Dark God for sure. As he started walking again, he began to think of other potential Dark Gods that he had his eyes on, and smirked to himself as he thought that they were spread throughout the omniverse, in different realities, different timelines, different eras and so forth, so even if the potentials in this reality fell through, he have a practically endless list of potentials to go through. Including himself, V'Raal, and now Hurakan and Cynenba, there were four other Dark Gods already, making eight in total. Four more to go, and they'd have an even twelve. He was having quite a day.
"Hey, Darkore, you in there?" Darkore was startled out of his daydreaming by the Saiyin warrior, who continued, "So. What are you and V'Raal doing here on Earth anyway?" The Dark God smiled happily and responded with a small amount of obvious joy ebbing through when he turned to Goku, a small part of him wishing for a cattle prod with which to educate the Saiyin about the proper manner with which to address a Dark God. "It is simple, boy. We are looking for those who would become a part of a little group we like to call...The Twelve Dark Gods. Including myself, my son, and our two newest recruits, both showing promising potential, both of whom you already know, there are four other Dark Gods that you are fortunate enough NOT to know. They are none other than my very own brothers. They are called Shiharuzan, Gocorado, Majiron, and Procarritore. Pray you and they never meet, for they are not nearly as, how do you say, 'benign', as I". Darkore looked to Goku, hoping to see a face filled with fear and terror, but instead saw a face filled with some comprehension, and even more curiosity! He suddenly remembered that the Saiyin had not heard of his brothers before today, and frowned at his own waning mind. Goku caught the frown and asked, "Did I miss something?" "Almost five billion years of something!" Darkore whispered harshly more to himself than the golden mane Saiyin. He walked away, leaving Goku to ponder his wonders with a ridiculous look of confusion on his usually relaxed features.
Darkore saw the Hybrid that he had gutted earlier due to his casual mistake, fully regenerated and walking toward them whilst talking to a fellow Hybrid. The Hybrid noticed him, and promptly threw a savage fit, swearing so fiercely, his skin turned from a light pink to a severe purple. He swore at Darkore for well over ten minutes straight, then calmed down when he noticed the pretty girl standing next to Lord Hurakan. He focused his attention on the young female that everybody else had seemingly ignored and licked his forked tongue out at her, smiling like a ravenous animal that had just spotted a feast. Darkore noticed the Hybrids reaction, and liked it quite a bit, but Hurakan had a different opinion. He stomped up to the Hybrid and glared daggers at him. He snarled, "What is your name, worm?" The Hybrid looked up into Hurakan's demonic red eyes, but instead of cowering in fear, he flipped Hurakan the bird and kicked him in the kneecap, a resounding cracking sound reverberating up and down the hallway. Hurakan was now hopping around on one foot, favoring his currently dislocated kneecap, trying to shove it back into place.
"The name is Tabasco, you fat ass fuck! If you have a problem with me, lets work it out in a mature and responsible manner, not this steroid rage, jock strap, 'I'm better than you' crap! Act your age, you horny shit! Man, I can't believe I work for this prick!" Tabasco, who after announcing himself, turned back to his shocked and shaken companion, who was just frozen in place, unbelieving that a Hybrid had just cursed and assaulted Lord Hurakan. He became even more frightened as the aforementioned Death God loomed viciously over Tabasco, Anubis drawn and ready to strike down he who dared anger him. Tabasco saw the terrified look in his partner's eyes, but simply let his shoulders sag and said, "Aw nuts!"
As Hurakan swung the demonic blade back, preparing to sweep the filthy little buggers head off, a powerful hand clasped tightly around his wrist, stopping him in mid swing. He whipped his head around to look right into Darkore's smug mug. His lower mandibles clicked against his bony jaw as he haughtily, yet playfully scorned, "Aw, aw, aw! No need to become so harsh with the youngster! Hormones and all that. Besides...I really like his attitude. Don't you agree V'Raal?"
V'Raal smiled mischievously and sniggered, then replied, "I have to agree, old demon. Sometimes, you just need a good heaping dose of rebelliousness to keep things fresh. He's a winner in my books". And gave the rather surprised Tabasco two clawed thumbs way up. Tabasco cautiously returned the thumps up, with a weary smile. He received a thunderous clap on the back from a giggling Cynenba, who was having the time of his life watching all these crazy antics. He chortled and chuckled as he passed the group, but suddenly spun around in a flourish, calling out between chuckles, "Well, what's the hold up? Come on, people the foods getting' cold, and we're goin' to miss the party!"
The group once again began walking, with the exception of Hurakan who was limping along favoring his busted knee. He glared at Tabasco as he walked away, and Tabasco smirked. He was just about to go his own way when Darkore spoke up. "Come here, my young friend. Perch upon my shoulder and tell of yourself. I am interested by you, and my interest is not easily captured". Tabasco was slightly surprised, but quite delighted, as he hopped onto Darkore's huge left shoulder and crouched down, looking like some beastly rendition of the cliché pirate parrot. He was concealed underneath the massive disk atop Darkore helmet that stretched out past the sharply upturned blades at the tips of each wide shoulder piece, his long tail swishing back and forth proudly. Hurakan was now grumbling angrily under his breath, all to eager to put into play what he had found on Mars. Oh, yes! When he activated that wondrous find, sweet and complete revenge would be his, then he'd get back at that little runt for busting his kneecap.
As they made they're way down the hallway toward the massive doors of the dining hall, Vegeta Metallix's eyes were beginning to flutter open.
Aboard the Prometheus Star, another pair of eyes was beginning to open. Videl awoke to blurry vision and a wicked headache. She also felt warm and like she was resting on velvet and satin sheets. After a few moments, as her eyes and mind cleared, she realized that she WAS lying on satin and velvet sheets, lying in a huge octagonal shaped bed. The sheets were blood red, trimmed in deep, silky blue with gold embroidery, and looked like they cost a fortune. The she sat up in the bed, and took a careful look around. She looked behind her and saw huge puffy cloud-like pillows colored the color of jade trimmed in frills of a gossamer material that seemed to glow in the low light of the room. The bed she was on was huge, as large as a middle class homes back yard if she had to guess, and posters at each corner, supporting a canopy of midnight black satin, and a deeply varnished wood of an odd shade of purple. 'Okay, who stuck me in some lonely nut job's wet dream?' Videl thought as she continued to look around. As she looked around, she discovered something rather disconcerting indeed...she was completely NAKED! She grabbed the sheets and pulled them over her naked chest and cried out in surprise, as well as indignation. She thought, 'when said nut job who put me here walks in, he will LIMP out!' As she began to look around the room again, hoping to find some clothes, and maybe a weapon, she noticed that the room was chalk full of deep blue candles placed in every nook and cranny possible but without making it difficult to move around the room. That wasn't all. Someone, or something was walking around the room, and circling the bed like a shark.
"Whose there?" She called out. A deep chuckle sounded from the shadows, moving away from the bed, and sat down in an ornate wooden chair at one end of the lavish room. "I said 'whose there?' Listen; if this is your way of trying to pick up girls let me tell you, your nuts! Who do you think you are, abducting women for this, this twisted fantasy, you creep?" A barking laugh reached her ears and someone spoke up in a husky voice, laced with a deep accent of some kind. "Gutten taug, frauline. I'm glad you are awake. Did you enjoy last night?" Videl looked at the shadowy figure weird, then stuttered, "wh-what d-do you mean, 'l-last night'?" The owner of the voice laughed softly and mock-scorned, "come now, my dear, how can you not remember what WE did last night? I am surprised, really. With all the moaning and screaming you did, I thought you'd remember. Oh, and what about that sticky feeling between your legs?"
Videl came to a sickening realization. She had been violated while she was unconscious! She sat frozen in bed for just a moment, then felt her face contort in rage, screamed vile curses at her violator, and leapt right out of bed across the room, arms outstretched, wanting to strangle the beast who had raped her. Just as her finger tips what she thought was his throat, she was stopped in mid-air, and the sinister voice drawled, "Now, now. Such behaviors for a proper lady! Oh, wait a moment. After last night, and some of the things that YOU did to ME, I can't really call you a LADY, now, can I?" Videl thrashed and kicked, trying to get at the dark figure, who she now realized was distinctly reptilian, which made her stomach toss and churn all the more. She screamed into his face, which she now see quite clearly, and it made her blood freeze. His face was a deep red color, and vaguely reminded her of muscle tissue, but without the patches of fatty tissue, like he was blushing quite profusely. His head was like a cross between a snake and an iguana getting wider as one moved back from the tip of his snout. As she got a better look at him, she also saw robotic hardware sticking out of his face at the cheeks and around the eyes, one of which was in fact am artificial lens that focused on her intently. The other eye was glazed over and leering at her hungrily.
She was suddenly jerked backward quickly and flew backward landing with a muffled thump on the bed, and just as quickly, the hideous lizard man leapt on top of her, revealing more of himself, though Videl had sincerely wished that he had stayed in the shadows. His body was the same organic red color, muscles toned to a peek, but yet lithe, a slim, almost bony frame, a long tail swishing and whipping behind him, and robotic looking armor plating, robotics and an odd kind of fiber optics sticking out of his body parts and torso. He turned his head to the side so his organic eye could leer at her. It was a narrow organ, the color of neon green with an icy neon blue iris and elliptical pupil focusing on her, a whirring noise coming from the mechanisms in his neck as he turned his head. He grabbed her arms and held them out straight, even as Videl struggled violently, and even score a hit to his groin. Instead of his rolling off of her in pain, though, he smiled evilly, baring huge gleaming fangs at her, and spoke in a hoarse whisper, "My you are a frisky one, aren't you! Made for an exquisite night last night, I have to say!" The lizard man's snake-like tongue slid out of his mouth and he ran his tongue up and down Videl's throat hungrily, making Videl shudder and feel intense revulsion, as well as thrash and struggle all the harder. He pushed her legs apart using his own, and actually wrapped her calves in his long bony toes, the feeling of cold steel against Videl's skin, and pressed his bulging erection against her sacred spot. Videl froze and shivered in fear as tears began to crawl out of her eyes. She tried to hold them back, but the beast about to rape her again laughed aloud and slammed into her deeply, eliciting a scream from the pinned woman. He chuckled as he increased the amount of force, making her scream and struggle all the more, making it all the more pleasant for the monstrous beast that was violating her again. Videl stopped screaming, but just for a moment, gathered up as much air as she could with this hulking thing pounding into her, slamming the air from her lungs, and screamed out one single word in a blood curdling scream, that word being the name of the man she loves more than life itself.
"GOHAN!!"
As Videl began to scream and weep bitterly, her captor whispered forcefully in her ear, even as he began harshly nibbling on it, drawing blood, "My name is Terror-Core Technocrom. I am your lord, I am your Master, and you, my sweet one...ARE MINE".
Author's Notes: Well everybody, while that chapter was shorter than my normal ones, it isn't as short as some others I've done. As you can tell from this chapter, things are going to get a whole hell of a lot worse before they even get mildly better! So hang onto your hats, and get ready for "Dark Revelations, Heartbreaking Discoveries, Soul-Shattering Tragedies, and Even more Tequila!"