Disclaimer: The characters present in this story were created by Akira
Toriyama, excluding original characters created by Me, Brax. I developed
the events of this story independent of the original creator. Now let use
begin, "Dark Revelations, Heart Breaking Discoveries, Soul Shattering
Tragedies, and Even More Tequila!"
The Death God Hurakan was mildly fuming as he, the other Dark Gods, and their guests arrived at the five story doors to the main dining hall. He couldn't believe the nerve of that little bastard, Tabasco the Hybrid. He was named after a kind of hot sauce for pity sake! Who ever gave him the idea that he was exempt from the rules the other Hybrids had to follow was as belligerently stupid as the dork that named him. Oh, wait...HE named the little bastard! Well, now HE felt like the stupid dork. Crap! Ah, well, you can't win them all.
As Hurakan came face to face with the doors, he started to chuckle, earning a few curious glances from the rest of the group, which turned into nervous looks as he broke out into a high-pitched girlish giggle, mixed with deep throaty chortles, for what appeared to be no reason at all. He stopped laughing and froze, mouth hanging open in mid chortle, hand to one side of his face in a rather feminine gesture. He glanced nervously looked at everyone and asked, in a rather surprisingly sheepish voice, "H-hey, what's...everyone looking...at?" Everyone, excluding Hurakan, face-vaulted, hitting the floor with a resounding smash. As they began to twitch like they were being hit with a light electric current, Hurakan remained frozen on the spot in the same pose he was a minute ago. He simply looked rather embarrassed and squeaked, "Oops!"
Suddenly the doors began to swing open, and a troop of Hybrids marched out and began reviving the unconscious party with what appeared to be smelling salts. They quickly began to stir, some shooting to their feet, the others a slight bit laggier in their response. As they recovered from their lapse of consciousness, Hurakan was quickly jogging into the room, attempting to avoid the group for reasons that he'd rather not explain, including the reason for the temporary insanity, plus the rather odd sensation that he had a huge craving for alcohol right about then. He slowed to a gliding pace, and headed straight for the huge dining table that was situated at the back of the room in front of a gothic fire place quite literally big enough to drive a mad truck through, stretched from one side of the room to the other. Its surface was covered in delicacies delicious and disgusting, sumptuous and sickening, and inviting and horrifying. The foods were a mix of cuisine from all around the world, from various huge roast meats and legions of various salads and sides, and all manner of finger foods and desserts, to pots and cauldrons filled with horrid looking brews made from blood, organs and body parts from what possibly was once human, or at least something similar, body parts glazed in a sticky brownish-red sauce, garnished with bay leaves and ginger on the literal silver platters, and even the burnt skulls and heads of those who were unlucky enough to be chosen as the evenings meal, some coated in a light layer of frost, the tops of the skulls removed, exposing the frozen solid gray matter, a stark pinkish-red with frozen blood, sprinkled in a sugary powder, all fit to laid on the table of the devil himself.
The Hybrids were salivating profusely, Hurakan was proud of the feast that was assembled, Cynenba was appraising every thing with a demented smile on his face, rubbing his metal palms together, the two Dark Gods raising surprised eye brows; why, nobody would care to speculate, because they were sure they were going to hate the answer, or at least be disgusted by it, and Hurakan's lady friend was screaming her head off at the grotesqueries laid out on the table. Who could blame her? If you saw somebody's severed head on a platter, served with a garlic cream sauce, wouldn't you want to voice your discomfort?
She promptly clamped onto Hurakan, who tried to calm her down, succeeding only somewhat. Goku and his friends felt like screaming to, but they were more angry than scared, though the former option was quite appealing considering the circumstances. They followed their host to the table and cautiously took their seats in huge throne-like chairs, and patiently waited for the "meal" to begin. Vegeta Metallix was unceremoniously dumped into one of chairs to the right of Hurakan who took center stage at the table, with Darkore sitting right next to him on the left side, just in case, and V'Raal sat a chair across his father, arms folded rather smugly across his gigantic chest, leering at Dabura and the Oni girl that his father had transported from Other World, who sat with Goku, his sons and Trunks, who was still slumbering from Darkore's sleep spell, if that's what it was. Even after all the Z fighters, the Dark Gods, and their respective "guests", plus about two dozen Hybrids, there were quite a few chairs left over, enough in fact for twice as many gather at the table.
Speaking of which, Darkore looked at Trunks with a one-sided smile and said, "Okay kid, nap time is over", clapping his hands together with thunderous force. Trunks leapt out of his seat, flew across the room, did a back flip halfway, and landed right smack into the fire place, ass first. He came to rest in a slumped sitting position, stirring somewhat, never quite realizing that his posterior was on fire! Somebody get the fire extinguishers! The Hybrids were laughing like Hyenas, along with all the other bad guys, but the rest of the gang was trying to coax Trunks into full consciousness; they didn't need to. He sprang into the air, holding his burning posterior, screaming for someone to put him out, or at least a fire extinguisher. See, I told somebody to get the damn extinguishers, but would anybody listen, NO!
"AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!! MY ASS IS ON FIRE!!!" screamed a rather animated Trunks who was rather stupidly running around the room, completely oblivious to the fact that he was in fact making matters worse. He screamed even louder when the flame started to set the front of his pants on fire, and you know what that means! Trunks just started getting a head of steam with his latest screaming fit when a blast of cold mist hit him like a ton of bricks, slamming him rather painfully into the wall, as well as putting out the fire. Everyone who had been watching the twisted spectacle hadn't even noticed that Vegeta Metallix was standing on his own two feet, had completely regenerated, and was aiming a weird looking nozzle that was poking out from under a plate on the back of his hand, right at Trunks. He felt eyes on him and looked around, a rather grumpy look on his metal saurian face. He snarled, "What? He asked for a damn fire extinguisher! I had one built in so I obliged him! Hey! Trunks! You okay over there, kid?"
Trunks only response was a disorientated moan in his upside-down position embedded in the wall as his eyes spun around in their sockets. Vegeta winced at his son's pain, responding with a pained, "OOOHHHH!!! Damn, you know that had to hurt!" Trunks gave an acknowledging moan and flip over as to right himself and started mumbling incoherent gibberish, including something about wanting his turn to pet the bunnies, his eyes crossed and his mouth hanging open in a slack jawed smile, a small string of saliva sliding down his chin. Vegeta had a rather odd look on his face; an equal mix of embarrassment, nervousness and shame. Well, he should feel that way! Trunks could have brain damage, metal nuts! Oh, wait.........HE DOESN"T HAVE NUTS!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Well, not the "right" kind! HAHA! Sorry folks. A temporary lapse in sanity. I have really got to get my prescription changed. Never mind, on with the show!
Vegeta Metallix got up out of his seat and calmly walked over to Trunks and picked him up more gently then he himself had been picked up, and walked back to the table, depositing his son in his chair yet again, but with a great deal more care than his friends had, a surprise in and of itself. He saw the curious faces looking his way and grumbled, "Well, I am the boy's father after all. So what's the deal?" They all just looked away or pretended to ignore him, the latter action pissing him off considerably. "Okay, first you stare like a bunch of mindless fruits, then you decide I'm not worth a shit?! You fucking fuckers! Bastards! Assholes! Cock suckers!" He began to rant, making most of those gathered sink into their chairs as if that would provide them some manner of protection from the possibly psychotic cyborg. Vegeta had just gotten a head of steam in his rant when a huge trolley loaded down with bottles filled with what looked like water was pushed in by a Hybrid singing a tune, who looked far too much like Freiza, at least in the face, for those who knew him. He turned his head and smiled at everyone, and said, to Goku and Vegeta specifically, "Why, its Goku and Vegeta! How are my two favorite monkeys?" He smiled a smile that the two aforementioned persons knew all too well, confirming a sickening realization that they really wish was nothing more than a delusion...This Hybrid IS Freiza!
The once-thought dead warlord smiled and waved, then went back to pushing the trolley along, whistling a happy tune that picked up after the announcement of who he was. The remaining Z-fighters went on alert and almost leapt out of their seats. Even Dabura got into the act, when Cynenba chuckled and announced in a loud, but cheery tone that dinner may begin, and added, in a mock admonishing tone, "Now, now, children, remember your manners at the table", and broke out into rather soft chuckles and giggles, even as he began to cut into a nasty piece of bloody meat on his huge plate, lapping up the juices as they squirted from the meat when he bit into it. Everyone looking at him turned away disgusted, and some turned away to hide the anger that they were feeling burning like wild deep in their hearts and souls. They looked back after the retreating Freiza, noticing he had his horns from his first form, but the face was from his fourth and final form.
Vegeta Metallix felt an overpowering need to leap out of his seat and rearrange the little retards insides, but decided against it, as much as he wanted to, due to the presence of the Dark Gods, and quite possibly, the presence of a lot of old enemies that he and Kakarott had taken out over the years. It was very possible that other enemies from the past had been resurrected, along with Freiza, and that they were waiting in the wings for a reason to show themselves. Unfortunately, said old enemies made themselves known after kicking open the door, striding into the dining room like they owned the place, chuckling, giggling, chortling, and belly laughing like they were on something. The remaining Z fighters got the shock of their lives as Hybrid versions of the Ginyu force, King Cold, Cell, Radditz, Nappa, Android's 16 and 17 (the former of the two androids even more startling than the latter), Brolly, Cooler, and even Majin Boo and Babidi walked around the table, giving them fang-filled grins, mad looks in their eyes and dark intents in mind, each taking their seats, some VERY close to a Z fighter, some along side a Hybrid or one of the Dark Gods. Freiza choose to sit next to Vegeta Metallix, perfectly aware of what could happen by this simple, yet potentially fatal action.
"Hey, don't mind me, Vegeta", he whispered in a rasp, "I'm just here for the free grub". He smiled a creepy smile at Vegeta, but instead of getting the angry glower he expected, he got a wicked grin and a rather odd reply, that being "So am I, midget, so am I". He turned around and bent forward slightly to look at Cynenba and asked, "Hey, Cynenba, didn't these new guys fuse together to make you up? Okay most did, but the two androids, Majin Buu and Babidi didn't combine into you, so where'd they come from? The guys who fused into you shouldn't even exist anymore; the two androids don't technically have souls so they'd simply be so much junk when they were destroyed, and the two magical ass' never fused into you, and if memory serves, neither did Brolly or Cooler, so how'd they show up?" Cynenba was about to answer when he stopped himself and simply smiled and went back to his meal. This got Vegeta Metallix's rather impressive dander up, which to do doesn't take much, and he was about to nuke the evil biomech when Darkore spoke up and stated rather arrogantly, "Nothing is impossible for a Dark God, boy, so do not presume that what you believe to be impossible truly is so. Harukan simply 'acquired' them through some rather creative means, and besides, the 'cores' of the souls that combined to create him remained, allowing the entire soul to be eventually restored to they're entirety, and later extracted through a special interface jack located in the head rest of Cynenba's macabre throne atop this rather attractive little summer home. It was as simple matter of creating Hybrid versions of their old bodies and downloading them into them".
Darkore turned his head slightly to look at Goku, who had remained rather quite for most part. He focused his attentions on him; "Mister Goku? Are you well? You seem rather quiet for a Saiyin, if you don't mind me saying so". Goku was busy scarfing down what looking like regular steamed rice with shrimp, but stopped mid chew and swallowed a huge mouthful of food, and let loose the longest, loudest, most foul smelling belch anyone had ever heard. He rather happily quipped, "yeah?" Everybody face-vaulted, except for the Dark Gods, who each looked disgusted at Goku's little display, though they having seen, and committed, much worse offences, you'd think they'd just shrug it off. Not so. The three more mature Dark Gods still remembered their manners of all things, and were giving him disgusted looks. "What?" he asked softly, then quickly added, "Ooops, sorry! Excuse me! You were saying?"
Darkore, after recovering from Goku's rude outburst, began again, saying, "Yes, well, I was wondering if you would like to know the fate of the women folk that Vegeta Metallix had brought here before you arrived", he oozed, and turned to a rather attractive (for her species anyway) female Hybrid on the opposite side of the room, "lower the screen, bitch!" She snarled at him, promptly flipped him off, and then flipped what looked like a light switch on the wall, causing the lights to dim and a massive video screen to lower from somewhere in the ceiling. As she began to walk out of the room, the female hybrid felt something like a hydraulic vice clamp down hard on her arm, eliciting a shrill shriek of pain from her. A huge hand grabbed her by the head and hoisted her up to the line of sight of a rather vicious looking Darkore. "Dare to disrespect me again, little whore, and I'll feed you to my son! He has a rather great liking to misbehaving bitches!" He snarled and threw her across the room into V'Raal's waiting arms. After thudding against the massive monster, she went deathly still when she looked into his evil golden eyes and promptly lost her gusto.
Darkore looked rather pleased with himself and shouted, "Let the show begin. Roll the picture monkeys!" As he made his way back to his seat, he saw V'Raal licking the female hybrids face with an uncomfortably long forked tongue, both disgusting and terrifying the female rather quickly, a smug grin spreading across his face. A similar smile graced Darkore's face, and a rather surprising look of adoration on a rather stunned Cynenba's face. He mouthed, 'my hero!' then turned his attention back to the screen. The screen came on, with a blinking noise, and the static that initially filled the screen was replaced with real-time footage from an over-head view of a laboratory fit for a futuristic Dr. Frankenstein. There were huge blinking consoles and glowing computer banks on all five walls of the pentagon shaped room, ten huge tubes situated at each corner of the room and along each wall, filled with a sickly green fluid that gave off a ghostly light, with strange and shadowy figures suspended in the fluid. From around the camera, fluid tubes, piping, hoses and wiring hung from the ceiling down toward a figure laid out on the circular operating table located dead center in the room like a metal spider-web, connecting to the unfortunate soul at different points all over the body. Upon closer inspection, thanks to a close-up, Goku and company sucked in a lot of air when they realized who it was: Android 18! It looked like she was being operated on, and considering what their hosts were like, Goku developed an immediate and rather large dislike of the house physicians.
The various tubes, pipes, hoses and wires were connecting directly into her body through ports along her arms, legs and the sides of her torso that were concealed by her battle suit, which pieces of had been removed to make the connections, but leaving the majority of the suit intact, though the front was split down the front stopping precariously close to her crotch, revealing her wash-board abs, flat tummy and rather huge cleavage. A flash of white just at the corner of the camera's view caught Goku's eye, drawing him to the corner of the screen, where a Hybrid wearing a lab coat and a multi-lens eye piece on over his face like a strange operating mask was now walking into view, followed by several of his fellows, walked up to table and around till they completely encircled it.
"My Lords, I hope you have a good seat for these proceedings, because they will be quite, he he, revealing. We will examine this mega android so as to decipher her unusual evolution into this stunning creature that you see laid out before you like a feast fit you, Excellency's. For the sake of our guests, we will simply be removing her armored combat suit, due to it's unique ability of blocking even our most sophisticated scanning equipment from obtaining even a rudimentary analysis of her wondrous anatomy", the Hybrid surgeon spoke from behind his mask, which muffled his voice slightly.
Just as he finished speaking, the camera seemed to close-in on Android 18, but after it came right up to her throat, the angle of the picture changed, meaning that the camera itself was actually moving closer. It zoomed in on a pair of huge metal sliding doors shaped like an old antique coffin. The Hybrid doctor bent over so his face was right in the line of sight of the camera. One of his natural organic eyes (if you could call Hybrid eyes natural) winked mischievously at the audience on the other side of the camera, as though hinting at something.
He snickered, then continued, "But I will not be performing the analysis, oh no! Such an unworthy soul such as myself is not fit to examine such a marvel as this beauty before us, but the one that is just outside the door. Let me present to you the genius who assisted Lord Hurakan in the creation of the Hybrids and this beautiful palace, a scientist who is unrestrained by such trivialities as compassion, ethical constraints, morals, and weak stomachs, let me introduce.........", and flourished a bit, gesturing toward the doors that parted as he bowed gracefully, "Dr. Terror-Core Technocrom!!"
When the doors parted completely, an almost skeletal looking reptilian robot, arrogantly strode into operating theatre, his ludicrously long spinal cord-like tail swinging in great arcs behind him. When he was completely through the door, looked behind him and whistled loudly, calling behind him, "Quickly now, darling, keep up. It would be rude of us to keep our audience waiting". He spoke with an accent that Goku didn't recognize, but he did recognize another voice that barely whispered a "yes, Master". So did Gohan, as he leaped to his feet. At the end of Technocrom's evil looking tail, was a chain, which connected to a pair of painfully heavy looking manacles worn by a raven-haired young women wearing a barely existent leather skirt and a scant scrap of leather covering her chest, but just barely. She also had a collar wrapped around her throat, and said collar appeared rather tight. It was connected to Technocrom's left wrist by a leather leash, which he brutally tugged on. Not because the young women was misbehaving, but because he felt like it.
Goku looked over to his son to see how he was reacting, and wasn't to surprised to see that Gohan was on the verge of a psychotic episode, twitching and seething, clenched teeth bared and grinding so fiercely Goku thought his son would crack every tooth he had. The poor young women he felt so strongly over had hideous bite marks, infected slash wounds, numerous scars and bruises all over her exposed skin, which was quite a bit, but the most horrible part was her face. One side was a single huge purple bruise that seemed to want to engulf her whole face, the other side was marred by claw marks around her eye, which had be removed, and none to kindly by the looks of it. Gohan screamed at the tops of his lungs, the poor girls name like a savage battle cry, enflaming his soul and igniting his formidable rage: "VIDEL!!"
He exploded out of his seat, in an almost literal fashion, sending people, table bits, food and platters, and even one of the Dark Gods flying all about the room as he smashed through the doors and took off somewhere down the hall, smashing aside Hybrids like they were so much dead weight. He was so mad, that when he tried scanning for Videl, he scored an instant hit, his rage extending his range to practically endless proportions, and planned to rearrange that twisted robots transistors the hard way.........with his own two hands!
Back in the dining room, or at least what was left of it, a muffled curse from V'Raal, who was under a flipped over half of the dining table, preceded him tossing it off of himself, inadvertently smacking a Hybrid that was trying to help him up. He had a huge fresh water bass stuck in his mouth, head first, effectively shutting him up, and whatever he tried to say, came out as garbled nonsense. He looked like some demonic trained circus seal like that, and spit out the fish after he dislodged it from his teeth, not looking all that happy. He snarled, "Now that was rude! Wait until I get my hands on the little shit! He's vapor!" He was about to take off when he felt a huge hand clamping onto his shoulder armor. He turned around and saw Hurakan staring at him, with a look that said, "Don't even think about it". V'Raal wasn't about to be dictated to about what he could and could not do, not by his father, and especially not this freak! He lashed out with a vicious backhand, only to have it bounce off the offending Death God's left gauntlet. Hurakan responded with an arrogant smirk, "For someone three billion years old, you sure are a brat!" He concluded the conversation by simply letting go of V'Raal's shoulder and walking away, going to check up on Angelique, who was wobbling around, covered in nasty looking sauces and scraps of a weird looking salad.
As Hurakan walked away, leaving V'Raal to throw a rather immature hissy fit, and throw of some curses that would have made a sailor blush crimson, he thought to himself, being careful to shield his thoughts from Darkore and V'Raal. 'These Dark Gods are too powerful to use in Operation: Unified, using the machine that Cynenba found on Mars, but Cynenba himself and Vegeta Metallix with make excellent substitutes. Besides, that's why I created them in the first place for!' He suddenly realized that someone was reading his mind, despite the defenses he had put up, and whirled around to see Darkore and V'Raal both smiling at him. 'Uh oh'.
Hurakan was about to try to explain himself, when he heard their voices in his head. "My dear Hurakan, who said we'd be objective about your plan?! I, for one, am most definitely in! What say you, my son?" Darkore thought to the two darkly attired deities. V'Raal simply responded with a thumbs up and a maniacal grin. He thought, "Sounds like fun!" The two related Dark Gods walked up to Hurakan and placed their arms around his massive shoulders. After a stunned moment, Hurakan himself smiled wickedly and placed his arms around the shoulders of his new allies and chuckled deeply. Darkore levitated Angelique over to them, who looked rather surprised to suddenly be lifted into the air and gingerly placed on Darkore's arm, which acted as an impromptu seat for her.
Darkore looked Hurakan right in the eye and asked in a calm, yet jovial manner, "Shall we go?" Hurakan responded, barely able to contain a giggle fit, "Yes, Lets!" The three Dark Gods strode out of the room, just as all three broke into a sickening cackle that resonated up and down the halls of the Dark Palace, seeming to freeze the very air into a frigid mist that iced up whatever it touched. As the three faded out to somewhere else, A shimmering, swirling vortex of purple-pink energy opened above dinning area, above Vegeta Metallix, and Cynenba, which promptly sucked them up like a hungry black hole absorbs light, along with the Hybrid-converted super villains, leaving only the stunned and perplexed Z-fighters, plus a miffed Tabasco, to puzzle about what the hell was going on.
While they collected themselves, the powerful machine mind of the Prometheus had finally completed his work on his own secret project, one that would hopefully be able to keep the Dark Gods away from what they sought on Earth's distant red neighbor. It looked at the finished bio- mechanoids, adorned in deep black armor covering them from head to toe, with pride filling its circuits, along with a hefty helping of hope in the mix. The visors of their helmets gleamed in the low light of one of the many labs present on board. From behind the visors, dark and focused eyes burned a fiery blue, projecting light like a powerful lantern. The helmets were powerfully illuminated, revealing them styled like the proud cranium of a stout saurian, the interlocking mouth plates adorned with jagged looking metal teeth.
The two bio-mechanoids stepped forward and addressed the huge blue crystal view screen that acted as a visual interface for the Prometheus Star's mind. The two machines looked up at the screen and waited. The Prometheus Star said simply, "Are you two ready?" The machine warriors replied, in powerfully deep, but yet unnatural voices "Yes, sir!" The Prometheus simply concluded with "GO!" and they were simply blinked out.
Author's Note's: To everybody whose stuck with me so far, I thank you and humbly ask forgiveness for neglecting my duty to you all for so long. Hang tight, cause "Ready, Set...Merge!!" is on the way.
The Death God Hurakan was mildly fuming as he, the other Dark Gods, and their guests arrived at the five story doors to the main dining hall. He couldn't believe the nerve of that little bastard, Tabasco the Hybrid. He was named after a kind of hot sauce for pity sake! Who ever gave him the idea that he was exempt from the rules the other Hybrids had to follow was as belligerently stupid as the dork that named him. Oh, wait...HE named the little bastard! Well, now HE felt like the stupid dork. Crap! Ah, well, you can't win them all.
As Hurakan came face to face with the doors, he started to chuckle, earning a few curious glances from the rest of the group, which turned into nervous looks as he broke out into a high-pitched girlish giggle, mixed with deep throaty chortles, for what appeared to be no reason at all. He stopped laughing and froze, mouth hanging open in mid chortle, hand to one side of his face in a rather feminine gesture. He glanced nervously looked at everyone and asked, in a rather surprisingly sheepish voice, "H-hey, what's...everyone looking...at?" Everyone, excluding Hurakan, face-vaulted, hitting the floor with a resounding smash. As they began to twitch like they were being hit with a light electric current, Hurakan remained frozen on the spot in the same pose he was a minute ago. He simply looked rather embarrassed and squeaked, "Oops!"
Suddenly the doors began to swing open, and a troop of Hybrids marched out and began reviving the unconscious party with what appeared to be smelling salts. They quickly began to stir, some shooting to their feet, the others a slight bit laggier in their response. As they recovered from their lapse of consciousness, Hurakan was quickly jogging into the room, attempting to avoid the group for reasons that he'd rather not explain, including the reason for the temporary insanity, plus the rather odd sensation that he had a huge craving for alcohol right about then. He slowed to a gliding pace, and headed straight for the huge dining table that was situated at the back of the room in front of a gothic fire place quite literally big enough to drive a mad truck through, stretched from one side of the room to the other. Its surface was covered in delicacies delicious and disgusting, sumptuous and sickening, and inviting and horrifying. The foods were a mix of cuisine from all around the world, from various huge roast meats and legions of various salads and sides, and all manner of finger foods and desserts, to pots and cauldrons filled with horrid looking brews made from blood, organs and body parts from what possibly was once human, or at least something similar, body parts glazed in a sticky brownish-red sauce, garnished with bay leaves and ginger on the literal silver platters, and even the burnt skulls and heads of those who were unlucky enough to be chosen as the evenings meal, some coated in a light layer of frost, the tops of the skulls removed, exposing the frozen solid gray matter, a stark pinkish-red with frozen blood, sprinkled in a sugary powder, all fit to laid on the table of the devil himself.
The Hybrids were salivating profusely, Hurakan was proud of the feast that was assembled, Cynenba was appraising every thing with a demented smile on his face, rubbing his metal palms together, the two Dark Gods raising surprised eye brows; why, nobody would care to speculate, because they were sure they were going to hate the answer, or at least be disgusted by it, and Hurakan's lady friend was screaming her head off at the grotesqueries laid out on the table. Who could blame her? If you saw somebody's severed head on a platter, served with a garlic cream sauce, wouldn't you want to voice your discomfort?
She promptly clamped onto Hurakan, who tried to calm her down, succeeding only somewhat. Goku and his friends felt like screaming to, but they were more angry than scared, though the former option was quite appealing considering the circumstances. They followed their host to the table and cautiously took their seats in huge throne-like chairs, and patiently waited for the "meal" to begin. Vegeta Metallix was unceremoniously dumped into one of chairs to the right of Hurakan who took center stage at the table, with Darkore sitting right next to him on the left side, just in case, and V'Raal sat a chair across his father, arms folded rather smugly across his gigantic chest, leering at Dabura and the Oni girl that his father had transported from Other World, who sat with Goku, his sons and Trunks, who was still slumbering from Darkore's sleep spell, if that's what it was. Even after all the Z fighters, the Dark Gods, and their respective "guests", plus about two dozen Hybrids, there were quite a few chairs left over, enough in fact for twice as many gather at the table.
Speaking of which, Darkore looked at Trunks with a one-sided smile and said, "Okay kid, nap time is over", clapping his hands together with thunderous force. Trunks leapt out of his seat, flew across the room, did a back flip halfway, and landed right smack into the fire place, ass first. He came to rest in a slumped sitting position, stirring somewhat, never quite realizing that his posterior was on fire! Somebody get the fire extinguishers! The Hybrids were laughing like Hyenas, along with all the other bad guys, but the rest of the gang was trying to coax Trunks into full consciousness; they didn't need to. He sprang into the air, holding his burning posterior, screaming for someone to put him out, or at least a fire extinguisher. See, I told somebody to get the damn extinguishers, but would anybody listen, NO!
"AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!! MY ASS IS ON FIRE!!!" screamed a rather animated Trunks who was rather stupidly running around the room, completely oblivious to the fact that he was in fact making matters worse. He screamed even louder when the flame started to set the front of his pants on fire, and you know what that means! Trunks just started getting a head of steam with his latest screaming fit when a blast of cold mist hit him like a ton of bricks, slamming him rather painfully into the wall, as well as putting out the fire. Everyone who had been watching the twisted spectacle hadn't even noticed that Vegeta Metallix was standing on his own two feet, had completely regenerated, and was aiming a weird looking nozzle that was poking out from under a plate on the back of his hand, right at Trunks. He felt eyes on him and looked around, a rather grumpy look on his metal saurian face. He snarled, "What? He asked for a damn fire extinguisher! I had one built in so I obliged him! Hey! Trunks! You okay over there, kid?"
Trunks only response was a disorientated moan in his upside-down position embedded in the wall as his eyes spun around in their sockets. Vegeta winced at his son's pain, responding with a pained, "OOOHHHH!!! Damn, you know that had to hurt!" Trunks gave an acknowledging moan and flip over as to right himself and started mumbling incoherent gibberish, including something about wanting his turn to pet the bunnies, his eyes crossed and his mouth hanging open in a slack jawed smile, a small string of saliva sliding down his chin. Vegeta had a rather odd look on his face; an equal mix of embarrassment, nervousness and shame. Well, he should feel that way! Trunks could have brain damage, metal nuts! Oh, wait.........HE DOESN"T HAVE NUTS!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Well, not the "right" kind! HAHA! Sorry folks. A temporary lapse in sanity. I have really got to get my prescription changed. Never mind, on with the show!
Vegeta Metallix got up out of his seat and calmly walked over to Trunks and picked him up more gently then he himself had been picked up, and walked back to the table, depositing his son in his chair yet again, but with a great deal more care than his friends had, a surprise in and of itself. He saw the curious faces looking his way and grumbled, "Well, I am the boy's father after all. So what's the deal?" They all just looked away or pretended to ignore him, the latter action pissing him off considerably. "Okay, first you stare like a bunch of mindless fruits, then you decide I'm not worth a shit?! You fucking fuckers! Bastards! Assholes! Cock suckers!" He began to rant, making most of those gathered sink into their chairs as if that would provide them some manner of protection from the possibly psychotic cyborg. Vegeta had just gotten a head of steam in his rant when a huge trolley loaded down with bottles filled with what looked like water was pushed in by a Hybrid singing a tune, who looked far too much like Freiza, at least in the face, for those who knew him. He turned his head and smiled at everyone, and said, to Goku and Vegeta specifically, "Why, its Goku and Vegeta! How are my two favorite monkeys?" He smiled a smile that the two aforementioned persons knew all too well, confirming a sickening realization that they really wish was nothing more than a delusion...This Hybrid IS Freiza!
The once-thought dead warlord smiled and waved, then went back to pushing the trolley along, whistling a happy tune that picked up after the announcement of who he was. The remaining Z-fighters went on alert and almost leapt out of their seats. Even Dabura got into the act, when Cynenba chuckled and announced in a loud, but cheery tone that dinner may begin, and added, in a mock admonishing tone, "Now, now, children, remember your manners at the table", and broke out into rather soft chuckles and giggles, even as he began to cut into a nasty piece of bloody meat on his huge plate, lapping up the juices as they squirted from the meat when he bit into it. Everyone looking at him turned away disgusted, and some turned away to hide the anger that they were feeling burning like wild deep in their hearts and souls. They looked back after the retreating Freiza, noticing he had his horns from his first form, but the face was from his fourth and final form.
Vegeta Metallix felt an overpowering need to leap out of his seat and rearrange the little retards insides, but decided against it, as much as he wanted to, due to the presence of the Dark Gods, and quite possibly, the presence of a lot of old enemies that he and Kakarott had taken out over the years. It was very possible that other enemies from the past had been resurrected, along with Freiza, and that they were waiting in the wings for a reason to show themselves. Unfortunately, said old enemies made themselves known after kicking open the door, striding into the dining room like they owned the place, chuckling, giggling, chortling, and belly laughing like they were on something. The remaining Z fighters got the shock of their lives as Hybrid versions of the Ginyu force, King Cold, Cell, Radditz, Nappa, Android's 16 and 17 (the former of the two androids even more startling than the latter), Brolly, Cooler, and even Majin Boo and Babidi walked around the table, giving them fang-filled grins, mad looks in their eyes and dark intents in mind, each taking their seats, some VERY close to a Z fighter, some along side a Hybrid or one of the Dark Gods. Freiza choose to sit next to Vegeta Metallix, perfectly aware of what could happen by this simple, yet potentially fatal action.
"Hey, don't mind me, Vegeta", he whispered in a rasp, "I'm just here for the free grub". He smiled a creepy smile at Vegeta, but instead of getting the angry glower he expected, he got a wicked grin and a rather odd reply, that being "So am I, midget, so am I". He turned around and bent forward slightly to look at Cynenba and asked, "Hey, Cynenba, didn't these new guys fuse together to make you up? Okay most did, but the two androids, Majin Buu and Babidi didn't combine into you, so where'd they come from? The guys who fused into you shouldn't even exist anymore; the two androids don't technically have souls so they'd simply be so much junk when they were destroyed, and the two magical ass' never fused into you, and if memory serves, neither did Brolly or Cooler, so how'd they show up?" Cynenba was about to answer when he stopped himself and simply smiled and went back to his meal. This got Vegeta Metallix's rather impressive dander up, which to do doesn't take much, and he was about to nuke the evil biomech when Darkore spoke up and stated rather arrogantly, "Nothing is impossible for a Dark God, boy, so do not presume that what you believe to be impossible truly is so. Harukan simply 'acquired' them through some rather creative means, and besides, the 'cores' of the souls that combined to create him remained, allowing the entire soul to be eventually restored to they're entirety, and later extracted through a special interface jack located in the head rest of Cynenba's macabre throne atop this rather attractive little summer home. It was as simple matter of creating Hybrid versions of their old bodies and downloading them into them".
Darkore turned his head slightly to look at Goku, who had remained rather quite for most part. He focused his attentions on him; "Mister Goku? Are you well? You seem rather quiet for a Saiyin, if you don't mind me saying so". Goku was busy scarfing down what looking like regular steamed rice with shrimp, but stopped mid chew and swallowed a huge mouthful of food, and let loose the longest, loudest, most foul smelling belch anyone had ever heard. He rather happily quipped, "yeah?" Everybody face-vaulted, except for the Dark Gods, who each looked disgusted at Goku's little display, though they having seen, and committed, much worse offences, you'd think they'd just shrug it off. Not so. The three more mature Dark Gods still remembered their manners of all things, and were giving him disgusted looks. "What?" he asked softly, then quickly added, "Ooops, sorry! Excuse me! You were saying?"
Darkore, after recovering from Goku's rude outburst, began again, saying, "Yes, well, I was wondering if you would like to know the fate of the women folk that Vegeta Metallix had brought here before you arrived", he oozed, and turned to a rather attractive (for her species anyway) female Hybrid on the opposite side of the room, "lower the screen, bitch!" She snarled at him, promptly flipped him off, and then flipped what looked like a light switch on the wall, causing the lights to dim and a massive video screen to lower from somewhere in the ceiling. As she began to walk out of the room, the female hybrid felt something like a hydraulic vice clamp down hard on her arm, eliciting a shrill shriek of pain from her. A huge hand grabbed her by the head and hoisted her up to the line of sight of a rather vicious looking Darkore. "Dare to disrespect me again, little whore, and I'll feed you to my son! He has a rather great liking to misbehaving bitches!" He snarled and threw her across the room into V'Raal's waiting arms. After thudding against the massive monster, she went deathly still when she looked into his evil golden eyes and promptly lost her gusto.
Darkore looked rather pleased with himself and shouted, "Let the show begin. Roll the picture monkeys!" As he made his way back to his seat, he saw V'Raal licking the female hybrids face with an uncomfortably long forked tongue, both disgusting and terrifying the female rather quickly, a smug grin spreading across his face. A similar smile graced Darkore's face, and a rather surprising look of adoration on a rather stunned Cynenba's face. He mouthed, 'my hero!' then turned his attention back to the screen. The screen came on, with a blinking noise, and the static that initially filled the screen was replaced with real-time footage from an over-head view of a laboratory fit for a futuristic Dr. Frankenstein. There were huge blinking consoles and glowing computer banks on all five walls of the pentagon shaped room, ten huge tubes situated at each corner of the room and along each wall, filled with a sickly green fluid that gave off a ghostly light, with strange and shadowy figures suspended in the fluid. From around the camera, fluid tubes, piping, hoses and wiring hung from the ceiling down toward a figure laid out on the circular operating table located dead center in the room like a metal spider-web, connecting to the unfortunate soul at different points all over the body. Upon closer inspection, thanks to a close-up, Goku and company sucked in a lot of air when they realized who it was: Android 18! It looked like she was being operated on, and considering what their hosts were like, Goku developed an immediate and rather large dislike of the house physicians.
The various tubes, pipes, hoses and wires were connecting directly into her body through ports along her arms, legs and the sides of her torso that were concealed by her battle suit, which pieces of had been removed to make the connections, but leaving the majority of the suit intact, though the front was split down the front stopping precariously close to her crotch, revealing her wash-board abs, flat tummy and rather huge cleavage. A flash of white just at the corner of the camera's view caught Goku's eye, drawing him to the corner of the screen, where a Hybrid wearing a lab coat and a multi-lens eye piece on over his face like a strange operating mask was now walking into view, followed by several of his fellows, walked up to table and around till they completely encircled it.
"My Lords, I hope you have a good seat for these proceedings, because they will be quite, he he, revealing. We will examine this mega android so as to decipher her unusual evolution into this stunning creature that you see laid out before you like a feast fit you, Excellency's. For the sake of our guests, we will simply be removing her armored combat suit, due to it's unique ability of blocking even our most sophisticated scanning equipment from obtaining even a rudimentary analysis of her wondrous anatomy", the Hybrid surgeon spoke from behind his mask, which muffled his voice slightly.
Just as he finished speaking, the camera seemed to close-in on Android 18, but after it came right up to her throat, the angle of the picture changed, meaning that the camera itself was actually moving closer. It zoomed in on a pair of huge metal sliding doors shaped like an old antique coffin. The Hybrid doctor bent over so his face was right in the line of sight of the camera. One of his natural organic eyes (if you could call Hybrid eyes natural) winked mischievously at the audience on the other side of the camera, as though hinting at something.
He snickered, then continued, "But I will not be performing the analysis, oh no! Such an unworthy soul such as myself is not fit to examine such a marvel as this beauty before us, but the one that is just outside the door. Let me present to you the genius who assisted Lord Hurakan in the creation of the Hybrids and this beautiful palace, a scientist who is unrestrained by such trivialities as compassion, ethical constraints, morals, and weak stomachs, let me introduce.........", and flourished a bit, gesturing toward the doors that parted as he bowed gracefully, "Dr. Terror-Core Technocrom!!"
When the doors parted completely, an almost skeletal looking reptilian robot, arrogantly strode into operating theatre, his ludicrously long spinal cord-like tail swinging in great arcs behind him. When he was completely through the door, looked behind him and whistled loudly, calling behind him, "Quickly now, darling, keep up. It would be rude of us to keep our audience waiting". He spoke with an accent that Goku didn't recognize, but he did recognize another voice that barely whispered a "yes, Master". So did Gohan, as he leaped to his feet. At the end of Technocrom's evil looking tail, was a chain, which connected to a pair of painfully heavy looking manacles worn by a raven-haired young women wearing a barely existent leather skirt and a scant scrap of leather covering her chest, but just barely. She also had a collar wrapped around her throat, and said collar appeared rather tight. It was connected to Technocrom's left wrist by a leather leash, which he brutally tugged on. Not because the young women was misbehaving, but because he felt like it.
Goku looked over to his son to see how he was reacting, and wasn't to surprised to see that Gohan was on the verge of a psychotic episode, twitching and seething, clenched teeth bared and grinding so fiercely Goku thought his son would crack every tooth he had. The poor young women he felt so strongly over had hideous bite marks, infected slash wounds, numerous scars and bruises all over her exposed skin, which was quite a bit, but the most horrible part was her face. One side was a single huge purple bruise that seemed to want to engulf her whole face, the other side was marred by claw marks around her eye, which had be removed, and none to kindly by the looks of it. Gohan screamed at the tops of his lungs, the poor girls name like a savage battle cry, enflaming his soul and igniting his formidable rage: "VIDEL!!"
He exploded out of his seat, in an almost literal fashion, sending people, table bits, food and platters, and even one of the Dark Gods flying all about the room as he smashed through the doors and took off somewhere down the hall, smashing aside Hybrids like they were so much dead weight. He was so mad, that when he tried scanning for Videl, he scored an instant hit, his rage extending his range to practically endless proportions, and planned to rearrange that twisted robots transistors the hard way.........with his own two hands!
Back in the dining room, or at least what was left of it, a muffled curse from V'Raal, who was under a flipped over half of the dining table, preceded him tossing it off of himself, inadvertently smacking a Hybrid that was trying to help him up. He had a huge fresh water bass stuck in his mouth, head first, effectively shutting him up, and whatever he tried to say, came out as garbled nonsense. He looked like some demonic trained circus seal like that, and spit out the fish after he dislodged it from his teeth, not looking all that happy. He snarled, "Now that was rude! Wait until I get my hands on the little shit! He's vapor!" He was about to take off when he felt a huge hand clamping onto his shoulder armor. He turned around and saw Hurakan staring at him, with a look that said, "Don't even think about it". V'Raal wasn't about to be dictated to about what he could and could not do, not by his father, and especially not this freak! He lashed out with a vicious backhand, only to have it bounce off the offending Death God's left gauntlet. Hurakan responded with an arrogant smirk, "For someone three billion years old, you sure are a brat!" He concluded the conversation by simply letting go of V'Raal's shoulder and walking away, going to check up on Angelique, who was wobbling around, covered in nasty looking sauces and scraps of a weird looking salad.
As Hurakan walked away, leaving V'Raal to throw a rather immature hissy fit, and throw of some curses that would have made a sailor blush crimson, he thought to himself, being careful to shield his thoughts from Darkore and V'Raal. 'These Dark Gods are too powerful to use in Operation: Unified, using the machine that Cynenba found on Mars, but Cynenba himself and Vegeta Metallix with make excellent substitutes. Besides, that's why I created them in the first place for!' He suddenly realized that someone was reading his mind, despite the defenses he had put up, and whirled around to see Darkore and V'Raal both smiling at him. 'Uh oh'.
Hurakan was about to try to explain himself, when he heard their voices in his head. "My dear Hurakan, who said we'd be objective about your plan?! I, for one, am most definitely in! What say you, my son?" Darkore thought to the two darkly attired deities. V'Raal simply responded with a thumbs up and a maniacal grin. He thought, "Sounds like fun!" The two related Dark Gods walked up to Hurakan and placed their arms around his massive shoulders. After a stunned moment, Hurakan himself smiled wickedly and placed his arms around the shoulders of his new allies and chuckled deeply. Darkore levitated Angelique over to them, who looked rather surprised to suddenly be lifted into the air and gingerly placed on Darkore's arm, which acted as an impromptu seat for her.
Darkore looked Hurakan right in the eye and asked in a calm, yet jovial manner, "Shall we go?" Hurakan responded, barely able to contain a giggle fit, "Yes, Lets!" The three Dark Gods strode out of the room, just as all three broke into a sickening cackle that resonated up and down the halls of the Dark Palace, seeming to freeze the very air into a frigid mist that iced up whatever it touched. As the three faded out to somewhere else, A shimmering, swirling vortex of purple-pink energy opened above dinning area, above Vegeta Metallix, and Cynenba, which promptly sucked them up like a hungry black hole absorbs light, along with the Hybrid-converted super villains, leaving only the stunned and perplexed Z-fighters, plus a miffed Tabasco, to puzzle about what the hell was going on.
While they collected themselves, the powerful machine mind of the Prometheus had finally completed his work on his own secret project, one that would hopefully be able to keep the Dark Gods away from what they sought on Earth's distant red neighbor. It looked at the finished bio- mechanoids, adorned in deep black armor covering them from head to toe, with pride filling its circuits, along with a hefty helping of hope in the mix. The visors of their helmets gleamed in the low light of one of the many labs present on board. From behind the visors, dark and focused eyes burned a fiery blue, projecting light like a powerful lantern. The helmets were powerfully illuminated, revealing them styled like the proud cranium of a stout saurian, the interlocking mouth plates adorned with jagged looking metal teeth.
The two bio-mechanoids stepped forward and addressed the huge blue crystal view screen that acted as a visual interface for the Prometheus Star's mind. The two machines looked up at the screen and waited. The Prometheus Star said simply, "Are you two ready?" The machine warriors replied, in powerfully deep, but yet unnatural voices "Yes, sir!" The Prometheus simply concluded with "GO!" and they were simply blinked out.
Author's Note's: To everybody whose stuck with me so far, I thank you and humbly ask forgiveness for neglecting my duty to you all for so long. Hang tight, cause "Ready, Set...Merge!!" is on the way.