Disclaimer: Why the hell do I even bother writing these? They're a bother to people trying to read, and if somebody hasn't got the picture by now, your really not paying attention! Now all you readers out there, "Ready, Set…Merge!!"
Bra was having a really terrible day. First her mom disappeared off the face of the earth, then her dad turned into some kind of monster, then he turned into a monster ROBOT, and to top it all off, he actually abducted her and dropped into a place that could have easily given Hell a run for its money! She had seen women being raped by demonic looking monsters right in the hallways and through cracks in doors to various bedrooms, sometimes even on the walls and ceilings (what were these guys, spiders?) sometimes eaten, piece by piece or whole, sometimes used as target practice by the ones with actual fire arms, and those using Ki powers, sometimes a little bit of everything, and not necessarily in that order! She felt like throwing up at practically every minute, because she had had a close run in with a rather imposing member of these freaks running around, and just managed to get away from him using a rather effective technique…She kicked him in the crotch! She then proceeded to make her escape down an adjacent corridor. Unfortunately, trying to run hurt like Hell because the guy had a crotch made of metal, evident by the resounding clang that echoed up and down the hall. Bra had hopped away as the stunned weirdo blinked a few times, trying to get over the shock of actually being kicked in the groin by some shrimp of a teenage girl with blue hair.
The particular "weirdo" was actually one of the Hybrids, and guess who it was? It was Tabasco! He had stalked out of the ruined dinning hall and was heading to the kitchen to get some sugar coated eyeballs and cobra blood to help calm himself when little miss attitude pulled that cheap-shot stunt of hers. Tabasco promised he would personally introduce his bio-metal groin, and related parts, to her innocence until she bled to death! He rethought that idea with a slight revision; she probably had already been "come down on", so he was going to get leftovers. 'Oh, well, just because something is left over doesn't mean it isn't any good anymore', he thought with a snarl-like smile. As he began tracking down the midget with the rather attractive posterior, he felt a strange force pull up wards on his shoulders. He gasped in surprise as he was flung from the floor toward the ceiling, but instead of smashing through it, he simply passed right through like he was a ghost.
He came to a jerking stop and righted himself, but instead of finding himself on the floor above the one he had previously occupied, he was in a vast and expansive chamber that seemed to stretch on for miles in all directions. The room was circular with a concave ceiling, with what looked like giant gear teeth sticking out from the wall, giving him the impression of being inside the biggest gear mold he could ever have conceived of. Out from the wall by about ten meters and between each 'tooth', the floor slanted downward ever so slightly, while the floor in front of the teeth remained level, producing raised platforms as the floor slanted down more and more the further in a person went. The room itself was a weird color, a faded mix of light rust red and a deep tan brown, giving the person the impression that the room was made of a rather fresh looking wood of some kind. It gave of a rather disarming feel, but the effect was not so rustic due to the vibrant blue-green lighting strips in front of sunken entryways in each tooth-like construct along the wall. The circular wall wasn't actually connected to the main wall of the practically endless chamber, but actually created a sort of secondary chamber within the primary. The walls went up a good distance, but within reasonable viewing range, connected to the vast and curving ceiling by rectangular columns that curved in with a noticeable, yet graceful subtlety.
The room was further illuminated by vivid purple lighting strips embedded in the columns, with circular white lights interspersed here and there. There was strange glowing writing all over the floors, columns, and walls, glowing soft, vibrant amber. The shear intense mix of colors made Tabasco think he was going to have several rather nasty seizures all at once, or at least in succession. He continued looking around, trying to get some semblance of where he was, when he hear a familiar cackle on the fringes of his hearing. He could have swore it sound disembodied, but he wasn't really sure……… well until the person cackling faded into existence right behind him and almost plowed right over him! Tabasco had just managed to leap out of the way, just as the Dark Gods appeared out of nowhere, laughing and carrying on like they were drunken teenagers after a Frat party, arms draped over each others shoulders, briskly strolling toward the center of the chamber, manic grins plastering their hideous mugs.
Tabasco returned their gesture of concern (or lack thereof) for his well-being, with one of his own: he gave them the twin birdies, or in other words, for those who think the slang is truly odd, like me, he flipped them off using both middle fingers, a nasty grimace spreading across his grotesque features, and some rather colorful language followed suite, turning the air a strong shade of blue. He took to the air and flew after them, intent on voicing his concerns about his new masters unhealthy lack of concern for they're employees. It didn't take him long to catch up, but just when he thought he was close enough to bite them (which he was actually going to do, by the way), they warped ahead of him, several miles ahead of him to be more specific. Tabasco exploded with anger at the brush off and took off like a roaring rocket, intent on doing some rather extensive physical harm to the three shit heads that had almost turned him into carpet!
As he neared their destination, he noticed that he was also nearing the center of the mammoth chamber, which the Hybrid-converted super villains were all gathered around. The center of the chamber was aglow with bluish light, coming from a dozen monolithic inward curving fang shaped constructs, all equally spaced around a huge circular raised dais, all resting on a massive circular platform, everything decorated in glowing neon blue circuit path lighting and purplish-black metal plating. The dais was also decorated with more of those curved monoliths, five in number, surrounding a pillar of harsh bluish-green light that shot toward and into a large green lens centered in a strange device sticking out of the ceiling that very much resembled the dais, complete with the monoliths.
Tabasco screeched to a halt (figuratively speaking), and blurted out, "Fuck me, Freddy!" He stared dumb-founded at the odd contraption that seemed to glow with a life of its own, an unnatural bluish light that seemed alive, but yet not. He couldn't get over the sheer oddity of the construct his gaze was locked with. He was about to simply blow it up because he was tired of looking at it, and had just begun to power up for the blast when he noticed his bosses were standing on it, each individual in front of each one of the inwardly curving monoliths on the dais. He was slightly confused about why Vegeta Metallix was standing in front of a monolith; he wasn't one of the bosses! Who the fuck did he think he was anyway?! Kami-sama?! He took off like a rocket, intent on rearranging the stupid cyborg's facial features, not because he was actually a loyal toady, or even because he liked these guys, which he didn't (hey, he didn't even like Kami-sama!) but you simply don't put yourself in the same kind of league as the ultimate badass mother fuckers that were standing on the dais with him, it simply isn't done, damn it!
He was a few hundred feet from the dais when it, the whole chamber in fact, exploded with a viciously blinding neon blue light, sending each of the Hybrid warriors flying like they were leaves in a hurricane, Freiza and Cooler almost slamming into him. The Dark Gods were screaming in exquisite agony as their bodies seemed to burn away into sparkling dust that swirled and was sucked into the harsh neon blue energy beam projecting from the center of the dais, which shifted from a harsh neon blue to a pure fiery white beam that blazed like a raging sun into the identical device built into the ceiling. The ceiling device glowed a disturbing purple, and what looked like flame the color of midnight was streaking and swirling around and into the emitter situated in the center.
The strange and unearthly energy began to throb and pulse within the emitter, building to unspeakable proportions, quickening in the speed it pulsed exponentially. Tabasco felt like he was on fire, and wouldn't be surprised if he was, but he was so transfixed by the strange display that he simply forgot about the pain, his burning and charred flesh, his cracked and bleeding armor, his overall physical damage, for so great was the power that he saw suffering critical injury without being directly exposed to it! He vaguely registered something hard slamming into him, driving the fiery air from his burnt lungs, and forcing him to the floor with a sickening crack of snapping bones and a partially wet tearing of flesh. Even then he didn't feel the pain, because now he felt as if Hell itself had unleashed all its fearfulness and terror right upon his soul like a torrent crashing down upon a helpless fool who had swam out too far from shore, being mercilessly tossed about under wave after wave of liquid terror.
Tabasco had never been scared in his entire but rather short life, and was quite certain that if, by some miracle, he survived this living vision of Hell, he would never be again, because he felt like he was being galvanized and warped from the inside out into something………else. He was about to simply let himself slip away into the either of nothingness when all the light simply went away so abruptly, he was blind for several minutes, it was so dark. He still had something vaguely reminiscent of physical sensation, and realized that his eyes had been burned right out of their sockets, leaving angry, violet-red holes in their place. He wanted desperately to cry, the pain was so great, but just as suddenly as the light had disappeared, so had his pain. He felt his all but decimated body begin to regenerate, but also begin to change into something different, something new, something SUPERIOR to what he had previously been; it was like being born all over again, and it was glorious, truly glorious! He never felt so alive, despite his ruined condition, and realized that his eyes had already regenerated themselves and that his vision was quickly returning.
As he quickly got feeling back in his body, he felt his transformed legs flex and solidify, like they had just come out of a maturation vat, with all the old strength and control of the old legs, plus a vast deal more. He placed his hands, which had also changed against the floor and smoothly stood to his feet, no stiffness or sore joints at all. Marvelous! He hopped from one foot to another, getting the feel for his transformed limbs, and noticed he now had an extra pair of arms! Cool! He flexed his arms, all four of them, and loved the way they felt as muscles and internal bio-machinery flexed and worked underneath the armor-like skin. He turned his head, and saw that he now had two extra tails, but his insectile wings were gone, his three tails partly concealed by a cape that was no longer a speckled green but jet black with chrome silver trimming and metallic blue embroidery. Nice.
He was bulkier too, but that only added to the fear factor, so no big deal there. He noticed that he had four oil black blades sticking out of each shin and forearm like that Darkore guy had, but thanks to his extra pair of arms, he had two extra sets. His armor was also jet black, the metal boots reaching to about mid thigh, with his entire upper body and all four arms covered in midnight black metal, the rest of his body detailed in silver chrome. He noticed other things, like stretched out shoulder pads, all organic flowing curves and razor sharp edges, with similar detailing all over his new armor actually, and some weird looking jagged blue lines streaking and slashing over the parts of him that were chromed. Awesome!
Tabasco got so lost in admiring himself that he failed to notice that there was something massive standing on the dais, which, by the way, looked like a combination of him, the Dark Gods (including Hurakan and that nut job, Cynenba), Vegeta Metallix, and that mother creature from the movie "Aliens". He started to say something about "bling-bling" and hotties, when he turned around and noticed it. Lets just say that he learned how to stand very still, very, VERY quickly. He clamped his mouth shut, eyes bugging out at the ferocious looking beast that was knelt down on the dais, which apparently hadn't noticed him yet, but he didn't want to give it a hand it that regard any time soon. The creature lifted its gargantuan head and looked straight at him. Tabasco lifted his eyes, glaring heavenwards accusingly, and snapped off, "You have a real sick sense of humor, you know that?"
"I have always thought that I had a wonderful sense of humor. I guess that you cannot please everyone all the time, it seems". Tabasco shut up pretty quick after that. 'He actually DOES hear everything?!' he thought nervously, bracing for the inevitable striking down he thought was coming, but then realized that the voice was audible, and had come from in front of him. He snapped his attention to the massive monster that was now fully erect and looking at him like one would look at a bug under a microscope. Tabasco verily raised a shaking hand and squeaked, "Hi!" The huge entity that had appeared returned the gesture.
"I am Dark Metal Death Machine", It spoke with a voice that seemed to manifest a cold malevolence that made the air in the whole massive chamber go from lukewarm to sub-zero in an instant, sending shivers right up and down Tabasco's spine shiver down to his core, "or for simplicity's sake, DM², you're new Master. Greetings, Tabasco. I was created from the five separate beings that were gathered on this dais, and therefore am the five of them united, mind, body, and soul, if you can call the spiritual component of the Dark Gods the latter. I would enjoy getting to know you, but for now I have business that the part of me that is Hurakan would like me to take care of. I shall return by days end. Have my palace cleaned and prepared for my arrival, servant, but do not rush, just be steady in your action. I may decide to take my time with my task, and so I may return later than prescribed".
Before Tabasco could get a good look at his new master, who was still for the most part engulfed in a swirling cloud of boiling hot steam and inky black smoke, preventing a clear image of him, Dark Metal Death Machine disappeared with a whirl of cloak and soft amber light, and a gale of wind the spiraled outward from the center that almost blew Tabasco off his new feet. He did fall smack on his metal ass, swore several times in several languages, then hoisted himself to his feet, turned around, and began to walk back the way he had come, barely registering the fact that the other Hybrids had undergone the same transformation that he had suffered through, grumbling as he went, not even stopping to help his fellows to their shaky feet. As he used the fading trick his masters had used several times before to get to the palace, he growled, "Super beings! Ha! Bunch of Kami-sama fucked over pricks!" before he disappeared from the ancient chamber, angrily hoping that if human kind ever made it to Mars, they'd give the whole damn place a multi-megaton makeover.
Author's Notes: I know, I know, this chapter is a lot shorter than the rest, but I'm suffering from writer's block, plus it's really what I wanted from this chapter! Sorry! The next chapter will be longer, promise! ! See you next time for "Payback may be A Bitch, But Here's Her Big Brother's Instead!!"