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Jarvis Sinduly
A Distraught Parallel
Chapter 1
Where in the Omniverse? A strange new place!
When he awoke he was disoriented and confused, the world around him was bright and felt like it was spinning. He couldn't tell if the area… room… the place he resided in might actually be spinning or if that was just because of the concussion he had, or at least what felt like a concussion. It also didn't help a growing migraine that made his head throb, sadly there was no time to really think about it as he could feel several minor Ki signatures headed towards him. Slowly the man began to sit up, grunting in pain as his body rejected the action.
"mph-what the hell?" he questioned to himself as he got into an upright position.
The middle-aged Saiyan, known as Jarvis, finally got on his feet; much to his body's protest, he stood at his average six and a half feet. He looked down to make sure he had clothing since he had woken up without any before. As he looked himself over, he could see his unbuttoned collar shirt consisting of a plain white and blue color scheme. The white T-shirt underneath hung down unkempt past his waist but only a small bit. Most importantly his blue jeans were still where they were supposed to be. His white tail wrapped around his waist purposefully looking like a flashy belt. Lastly, he still had on his shoes, which were worn and looked a year old or more at a glance with a green-on-black color scheme. Just for good measure, he reached up to his head and a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt the large white spikes were still there, jagged clumps jutting out in different directions as they normally did. To his great relief, everything seemed to still be where it should be covering his tanish-white skin.
As Jarvis rubbed the back of his head trying to sooth the small bruise that was more than likely starting to form, he took in his surroundings. He discovered he was in a hallway of sorts that was illuminated by bright white lights rectangular in shape; as you would find in an average office building. The hall itself didn't have much in the way of length, maybe twenty feet from end to end. The hall led off in two directions ending in what looked like corner turns from where he stood. The walls themselves were not all too impressive, made of what looked like iron, grayish-silver in color; but the most notable feature was that there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt on them. It was almost like someone had purposely gone out of their way to make absolutely sure every inch was spotless to the point one would be able to see their reflection like in a mirror should they take the time to look. The floor was the same way and made up of the same material, even where he was standing didn't seem to be affected by his presence. The hall looked slick, not even a bump or scratch could be found, it was like a blank metal canvas broken up only by the lights in the ceiling.
"Ok. Where the hell?" Jarvis said having no clue as to where he was or how he got there.
Even in his confusion, the Saiyan had to laugh a little as he thought of his wife and how she would always complain about the cleanliness of the places that they would end up staying during their endless travels. She would try to at least straighten up almost every time, whether they stayed a day or a year it didn't matter to her because if it wasn't clean she wasn't happy. She didn't even like other people's homes being dirty, though she often had the common decency not to say anything.
Speaking of his wife, there was a distinctly feminine figure on the floor right next to were Jarvis had just been himself. She let out a soft moan of pain as she seemed to wake up from the deep slumber she was in only a few seconds prior. Her face, a tanned white, smooth and fair as she rolled onto her back to rest the soreness that undoubtedly plagued her right side. She fluttered open her eyes as the bright light of the hall fiercely attacked them.
Jarvis couldn't help but stare at the little features that attracted him so. The beautiful ocean blue eyes that always seemed to have a skeleton key to his soul. The small but noticeable scar on her right cheek leading down at an angle toward her neck ending at just below the jawline. Her even curves that outlined her small frame and an even smaller bust, which mattered little to him.
Even her choice of dress struck him with awe as it consisted of a now older model of Saiyan armor that naturally formed to her figure as her brown monkey-like tail remained firmly wrapped around it. The armor came equipped with the standard hip flaps but lacked the shoulder pads; opting for armored shoulder straps. Jet black pant-leggings that went all the way down to her ankles which were, at the moment, covered by a pair of contradictory white boots that complemented the same color gloves on her hands. Both the boots and gloves were made from a sort of armored adhesive, it always felt like a rubbery plastic to Jarvis. Finally, her hair; which always seemed to grab his attention the most, was a raven black with thick strands that came down to a good two inches above her shoulders. Her height never grew past five or so feet making her look twenty, but most would never guess she was only five years younger than him. She was easily the most beautiful person Jarvis had ever laid eyes on.
Though their personalities often clashed, it was just another reason why they were attracted to each other so much. Neither feared the other and if their squabbles got out of hand they would go far from civilization to have a border-line brawl. Such a thing would sound bad to most people but it's how they as Saiyans lived. It never meant their love for each other was gone, just that they heavily disagree on something. Whichever party won the fight was usually the one that got their way. Jarvis was still a sexual being, however, and her control over his capability to relieve those urges took any chance he had of winning nine times out of ten any-how.
Excluding his side thoughts, Jarvis noticed his wife look up at him with a second of confusion and paranoia, but it disappeared as soon as she seemed to register that it was him; as if his very presence made it better, made it all sensible. Jarvis extended his hand to her as she tried to lift herself off the ground. Taking his hand, she was brought to her feet with ease.
"Salena, are you ok?" Jarvis asks his wife, concern lacing his, lighthearted but gruff, voice as he looked over his wife for any sort of harm.
Salena didn't answer but she fell into her husband's arms. However powerful she seemed to get, it never changed her sensitivity. If she was scared or confused after waking up from a bad dream, or in a strange place, Jarvis would be the first that she would confide her feelings to. Sometimes it was with words other times she just needed to be held. Though she was a Saiyan warrior she was still a lady and needed to be treated like one. Jarvis didn't blame her though, the past she had was more than traumatizing.
"I should be, I-I'm just a little disoriented" Jarvis finally heard her say in a soft, quiet, feminine voice as her legs began to provide her with balance once more.
"But where are the kids?" was her next question as her motherly instinct set in at the lack of knowledge as to the location of her children. She was instantly out of his arms and searching the hall.
With that, Jarvis looked behind his frantic wife and saw two small figures on the floor. They were curled in individual sleeping positions as they had not yet been woken up. Jarvis took Salena by the arm as he began to walk over towards the two figures and slowly rolled one over. Jarvis smiled as he saw the young face of his son and Salena confirmed that the other figure was their daughter lying next to him.
"They seem to be alright, just asleep," Jarvis stated as he looked over his son for any sort of injury. Salena nodded with a feeling of relief washing over her at the confirmation that her children were safe and sound.71
Jarvis looked at his son, Jacob, noticing he was still wearing the training Gi that Jarvis had given him for his seventh birthday as a surprise way of saying that he was finally old enough to start training with him. The memory of that day rested fondly in his mind; Jacob had accidentally jumped through the roof out of joy. Jarvis could still hear his wife reprimanding the young Saiyan the entire time that he was fixing the hole. Thankfully it was their house, he didn't want to imagine how pissed his wife would have been if it were someone else's.
The design was simple but a custom creation of his own, one he was proud to see his son wearing. The top consisted of a dark shade of black interrupted only by the symbol that was over where his heart would be. The symbol was actually a series of letters mashed together in an elegant but unique way. The symbol read "My heart, my soul, my flesh and blood", the words held more meaning to him than his son may ever know.
A white undershirt complemented the Gi top. The mid-section held both the top and bottom of the gi together by a white belt like the ones most people would see a beginner karate student wair Jarvis knew the irony of it, but that's not what the belt meant as it was actually just a belt. The pants had the same color as the top and sagged down just a little but not enough to hinder movement. The final piece put it all together, bright white boots made of the same material that his mothers were. The boots were his mother's idea as a way to sort of pitch in on the gift and Jarvis added the same type of white wristbands he wore on his Gi for a little extra credit.
Jacob resembled both his mother and father but more the latter. His hair was the same design as his father's in length and shape but not in color as it was a raven black like his mother, contradicting his white skin. His eyes were a mix between his parents as they were a light ocean blue yet somehow mixed with a tint of white, but it was hardly noticeable. His build already had a defined muscular tone to it. He was not incredibly buff, but it was impressive for only being nine years of age and standing at only around 4 feet. His face was smooth with a firm jawline.
Salena began to look over their daughter, Elizabeth, as Jarvis took care of Jacob. She was in the same condition, unhurt but still unconscious. Elizabeth was a year older than her brother and had a very bad habit of waving it in his face. Her hair was frizzy and short like a mix between both of her parents. The front hair jutted out in different directions past her forehead as the hair further back extended down past her shoulders and a flatbed of hair lay in between. The most distinguishing factor was that her hair was white just like her father's abnormality.
Salena would never consider her family to not belong but she had to admit that being a Saiyan and having white hair was strange. Most Saiyans that she had met before always had lighter and darker shades of black or sometimes brown depending on lineage. Jarvis would never talk about it, he outright avoided the subject and had confirmed to her his detest at the thought of discussing it, but he has admitted to her that he knows why it's different. Salena pushed the thought aside and continued to observe her daughter.
She took note that she was in her more casual clothing consisting of a gray, unzipped, hoodie with a blue shirt that had the words "Girls rule and boys drool" written in sparkling glitter that matched the color of her shirt. She had on light blue jeans ripped at the knees. Her shoes were just some sneakers she had more than likely "found" as she liked to say. Elizabeth's build wasn't like her brother, taking more of her mother's side in that regard, not muscular or bulky but leaner and skinnier along with her tanner white skin. She was about three and a half feet in height not seeming to grow quite as fast as her brother, but it was too soon to really tell.
Elizabeth had always been sort of a tomboy but Salena believed it to be just a phase. Jarvis, on the other hand, had a completely different opinion thinking that there was a reason behind her tomboyish Attitude. Sadly, at the moment that was neither here nor there as Jarvis grabbed her attention.
"Salena," He called lifting Jacob bridal style "We need to go, I don't know what, but something is coming." He finished still sensing the approaching Ki signatures.
"Ok," was the only response she gave knowing that look on her husband's face. It's wasn't a face he used often but it was one that said shit might hit the fan.
Jarvis glanced at each of his children then looked back to his wife, "I don't think they're going to wake up as fast as we did, that means their precious cargo until they do!"
With that Jarvis spun on his heel and bolted at speeds far superior to that of any human, his wife following close behind having no trouble keeping pace. Salena and Jarvis had been together for the last twenty-eight years, needless to say, they weren't just sitting around and being lazy in between their perils life or death battles with beings that had threatened the cosmos. They trained when they weren't working or eating or sleeping or doing… other things; point being it would be concerning if she couldn't keep up after all this time.
As they were dashing through halls, Jarvis began to notice that every rounded corner seemed to provide no further progress. Every new turn seemed to repeat the same hallway over and over. Jarvis had an evident look of frustration as the unchanging halls were starting to become agonizingly redundant and those energies seemed to be getting closer rather than farther with every passing second.
It's not that they were beings with any concerning amount of power, in fact, half of his base power could take them all down without breaking a sweat; but there was one that concerned him. The strongest out of the incoming group, whom he assumed was the leader, was substantial. The most disconcerting thing, however, was that it felt very familiar to him. That couldn't be possible though because only energy he had felt before and been around would feel this familiar. The Saiyan had to shake his head of those thoughts, for now, he needed to find a way out of this unending loop; for his family's sake.
After about a minute more Jarvis had finally reached the breaking point with his frustrations. Stopping on a dime, as the wind that had been following in his wake blew past him, he looked up. His wife stopped next to him a moment later waiting to follow her husband's lead. Without a word, Jarvis reached into his enormous well of Ki and in an instant, a flaming white aura flared up around him. As his body became covered in transparent flames made of pure energy; Jarvis took a stance reading to jump. Seeing this, Salena realized quickly what her husband was planning and powered up the same transparent white flames of Ki also readying herself for a jump.
Jarvis glanced at his wife and saw that she caught on to his plan. With both Saiyans ready Jarvis took the lead and leaped upward with enough force to punch through a hundred feet of titanium. The metal roof gave way in less than a moment as the overwhelming force of the man was like a jackhammer being used to crack open a walnut. Salena followed suit a second later and, with a thundering boom, hit the iron ceiling instantly plowing through. The couple left behind two Saiyan sized holes as they tunneled through several layers of the iron-like wall. The sound of screeching metal filled their ears as the flaming aura of Ki burned away stray scraps of metal. In a few moments, the screeching ended, and they seemed to have made it past the facility into 'dirt' for lack of a better term. The Ki acting as a barrier while they rush to what they both hoped was the surface of whatever planet they were on at breakneck speeds much faster than sound.
Finally, the darkness, illuminated only by their bright glowing energy; cleared away into an open blue sky. Air rushed past the two Saiyans howling in their ears as they erupted from the ground into the open air like fire and ash from a volcano. After registering that they made it out Jarvis came to a sudden stop mid-air a few hundred feet above the ground, or tree line as it would seem.
Jarvis could feel the hurricane of air rush past him, wiping around his clothing and hair fiercely, as Salena decelerated from three times the speed of sound herself in less than a second. Jarvis took some time to perceive the area they floated above hoping to find something that could tell him where they might be. There were lots of trees around that looked to be several hundred feet in height stretching above their other tree brethren. The taller trees were the only indication that the greenery below them was, in fact, other trees as the top of them had the same color leaves. Any that weren't as tall or taller were part of an unending layer of leaves broken only by the mountains scattered around far and few between. Some were tall enough to have snowy peaks and others just barely showing above the treeline. Jarvis looked to where he and his family escaped from seeing one of the smaller mountains with a hole that was still smoking from the Saiyans fire like energy.
Jarvis could breathe a little having gotten to somewhere more open. The open had always felt better to him if he ever needed to start fighting unexpectedly, he had a much vaster battlefield with hopefully no people or animals nearby. He could fight in close quarters, he was able to adapt quickly and efficiently no matter the terrain as any other good martial artist could, but it cut down his strategic options. He turned to his wife noticing that their children were beginning to wake up in their arms.
With laughter in his voice, Jarvis jokingly stated: "we carve through layers of metal and an entire mountain and break the sound barrier and they just barely begin to wake up now!"
Salena giggled a little giving her husband a cute, closed eyes, smile "Well you can't blame them, I mean they are your children after all" she joked in response.
Jarvis, taking offense, responded with a "Hey-" but was cut off as a sudden spike in his senses snapped him to attention. Jarvis could tell that Salena felt it too as the same seriousness rested on her face that now rested on his.
The children in their arms must have also sensed it because they were awake and ready within moments. Jacob was the first to ask in his high, kind of squeaky, voice "W-where are we, what are those powers? A-and that big power!" Confusion and a tinge of fear were evident in his tone. Elizabeth nodded in agreement with her little brother also wanting answers.
Jarvis went to answer but never got the opportunity as several humanoid beings came flying towards them at high speeds. The figures stopped within a few yards of the Sinduly family. Jarvis was able to gain a better sense of their powers now that he could think striate. His migraine had not yet subsided, but he put it in the back of his mind. None seemed to be extraordinarily strong from what he could tell but that's not to say that they weren't powerful in their own right. If he had to take a guess these beings were probably the strongest that this world had to offer. However, in retrospect, they were hardly a serious threat. It was only when the one with the familiar energy approached them that Jarvis tensed.
The figure was feminine, and the armor resembled a souped-up version of Salena's armor. Instead of shoulder straps, she had long sleeves, still armored with a sort of kevlar. The armor was thicker in its plating but seemed to lack the ability to expand and contract that Salena's had. Her legs were covered in the same sort of Kevlar that loosened at the joints to provide maximum maneuverability in battle. The boots and gloves seem to be the same as Salena's but instead of just the rubbery material there were plates of armor over each knuckle and her feet had the same armor wrapped around the circumference of her toes. The basic color scheme, however, remand similar to Salena as-well. Her face remained hidden by shadow, almost deliberately so.
The figures that surrounded them had the same kind of armor but with different personalized styles. Some green and red, others blue and yellow, there was even one with a yellow and purple set. Jarvis didn't miss the most consistent detail, no matter what variation of colors or rearrangement of the armor, they all had '7th GDB' written on their right breastplate. The woman, who seemed to be in charge by how much she dwarfed the others in power, had an extra letter 'C' written on her armor.
Jarvis stood unmoving, unnerved, staring directly at the woman in front of him. He couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that kept shouting at him.
"I know this person, but how?" Jarvis questioned quietly to himself.
Salena must have heard what he said because she gave him a confused look. Jarvis just shook his head at her as a way of saying not to read into it yet.
Hoping to gain some information, Jarvis began with "So, I have a few questions," the statement was calm and cool, not showing any loss of nerve as he continued "and I expect answers," his tone became more demanding, threatening almost. When there was no response, Jarvis moved to face more of the crowd in front of him to project his voice to all.
"First, I would just like to know where we are," Jarvis demanded, "Second, why are we here," he still received no answer "And third," Jarvis then looked directly at the woman, his voice became cold and threatening, almost daring her not to answer "Who. Are. You."
The woman began to float forward…