All right, folks! Chapter 9 is up! Now, I have to say that out of all the chapters I have written, this was by far the biggest pain in the ass. I had to rewrite the first half like 6 times until I was happy with it, and it took me hours! Anyway, I'd like to thank all of the reviewers and viewers who have been indulging in my fanfiction. Your support really means a lot. I'd also like to thank Soulwars1998, who helped push me out of a sort of writer's block I've been having for the past two weeks. So here it is: Chapter 9!

"It's been too long, little brother."

The two elderly, scientific prodigies were gazing at each other, neither of them backing down. It had been several years since either of them saw each other, and tense didn't even begin to cover their relationship.

The older brother gradually broke this intense stare-off and calmly strode over back to his desk to brew a fresh pot of coffee. "So what gave you the gall to return after all these years?"

Dr. Kuseno tightened his fists; the pain from his fingernails helped him control the rage threatening to bubble up and burst. "There was something important I needed to discuss with you."

Bofoi chuckled in amusement. "Oh? And what might that be?"

The younger doctor stomped to the S-class hero and slammed his fist on the table. "I'm in no mood for your nonchalant attitude! The fate of Planet Earth hinges on this very issue! I wouldn't have come if the situation wasn't so grave!" Bofoi leaned forward to his brother and raised his eyebrows. The only time he ever heard his brother sound this serious was when he made a call about 4 years ago and asked for some very expensive equipment. If his little brother went through the trouble of meeting him face-to-face instead of on the phone, it must be as serious as he says. 'I guess it won't hurt to amuse him' thought Bofoi. "Alright. You've piqued my interest."

He received a snort in response. "Of course it has. Weapons always lengthen your attention span. But before we do anything, you're going to tell me everything you know about that."

It took a few seconds for the Caped Baldy to snap out of his poignant and fearful state and return to his signature expressionless face, with a snarky attitude to go along with it. "Well I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore… So, Wicked Witch of the West, did you transport me here to get me and my little dog too?"

The abominable monstrosity let out a deep laugh laced with nothing but malice. "Hiding your fear under ill-fated attempts of insults? I must say I'm rather surprised you haven't crawled to the floor and begged for mercy. The few souls who have come to this place have been driven to nigh insanity by the overwhelming aura emanating from my spirit."

"Just great. Another pompous asshole… How the hell can you talk without a mouth?" Saitama rubbed his shoulders and his body began to shiver. "Did you let in a draft or something? Why is it so…" Saitama looked down and saw the answer to his question. He was utterly nude, from head to toe, leaving nothing to the imagination. He wasn't even given the courtesy of some underwear.

Well, since the creepy skeleton had pissed him off, he wouldn't have to worry about his exposed privates because there'd be nobody left alive to see his penis. So before the mysterious bastard had the chance to speak again, Saitama threw a punch with 10% of his power. But to his perplexity, no force was emitted. "What the hell…"

"This dimension has a primordial magic that only beings as powerful as myself can tap into. Right now, your spirit has been transported, and your body is nothing but an empty vessel." The Caped Baldy blew out his cheeks. Without his strength, he knew he wouldn't last half a second against a mysterious being. "So let me guess: you came to kill me? Because if you are, you're not the first guy to try it."

The ominous creature made a very loud grunt, and the entire field of daisies suddenly burst into white flames. "Oh I wish I could. More than anything, I would love to see your lifeless, decrepit body lying at my feet. The mere thought of tears in your eyes brings me pure ecstasy. But I cannot. This dimension has helped me hone my already immeasurable magical powers, but I am incapable of manifesting myself into your dimension. And besides, your power is much too great for any of my spells to have any damaging effects on you."

Saitama furrowed his eyebrows. "So then why'd you bring me here?" The monstrous aberration nudged his head back down. He clenched his fists when he saw Saitama staring at him with an impassive, blank face. "You are a degenerative, vainglorious insect. A mere mortal, with an abysmal intelligence and not even the slightest knowledge of Ki, was able to obtain physical strength worthy of a deity. You even managed to defeat Vaccine Man, my most powerful creation to date, with ease.

"Well, your petulant games end now, for there is a warrior who not even you could lift a finger to. The Space Emperor Lord Frieza is coming; only the gods themselves surpass him in sheer might. You believe Lord Boros is the most powerful enemy you have ever faced? In comparison, he is a mere paper tiger in front of a storm. "

Saitama's face lit up. "Wait, really? Are you serious?"

The monster laughed, and if he wanted to, he would have been smiling maliciously. "Oh yes." But the abomination stared in confusion when Saitama began whooping and pumping his fists in the air. Here he was, standing in front of a terrifying creature, without his strength to assist him, he was just told that there was a being above Boros, and he was actually getting excited? "That sounds fucking awesome! So when is he gonna get here? I hope it's soon! I'm not really good at waiting!

This human had gotten on his last nerve. He had hoped to inspire more fear with this terrifying message and his haunting appearance, but the warrior didn't show even the slightest trickle of worry. It was useless to carry any further. "I've had enough of your absurdity. I might not be able to kill you, but I can at least try to silence you and your incessancy."

The Caped Baldy scratched his head, wondering what he was talking about. Without realization, his body tensed reflexively to the sudden drop in temperature. Saitama then noticed a blood red aura enveloping the skeleton creature. "Your day is soon at hand, human."

The last thing Saitama saw before plummeting into oblivion was a huge red beam of energy shot from the monster's hand and a mouth forming on the giants face, twisting into a smile that was worthy of the Devil himself.

"AHHHH!" Saitama bolted up from the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, but the first thing he registered was a sharp, almost overwhelming headache squeezing his brain like one would a sponge. "What the hell?" Attempting to alleviate the pain, he closed his eyes and began rubbing his temples, but it was pointless; he wanted to feel pain, but this was over the top, and it wasn't even the kind of pain he wanted to experience again.

After about 20 seconds of incessant rubbing, he opened his eyes and started to take in the surroundings. He was back in his apartment, the sun shining through his grimy windows and the faint sound of his outdated air conditioner humming in his ears.

Saitama scratched his head like a mindless monkey, trying to remember what had just happened, when the memories of the skeleton creature came flooding back to him, which only made the splintering pain threatening to crack his head in two only more severe. All he could understand from that mumbo jumbo dialogue was that there was an extremely powerful being headed for Earth. There was no possible way this was a dream. Even his past visions of the Subterranean folk wasn't as vivid or lifelike as what he just experienced. No, whoever that was, he wasn't just the average run-of-the-mill powerless asshole, and if he were a guessing man, he would say this splintering headache he was feeling was his doing. It must have been meant to kill him, but it wasn't powerful enough to finish the job. "If I see that son of a bitch again, I'm gonna rip his mother fucking…"

"Good afternoon master!" Saitama grimaced when he heard his front door slam shut and his disciple annoyingly run to his side. "Genos! Don't slam the door like that! You're gonna piss off the neighbors, then I'm going to get a phone call that'll just be 40 minutes of having to listen to them bitching about something you caused, then I'm going to get a call from the fucking landlord, then I'M GOING TO BE FUCKING HOMELESS!"

Genos' eyes darkened to pitch black holes. He instantly fell to the floor and bowed in utter shame. "My deepest apologies Master! I did not mean to do such a reckless and irresponsible thing! I will never make that mistake again!"

Saitama sighed and covered his eyes with his hands. "Get up Genos." Doing as his master told him, he stiffened himself to be as straight as a board. "Dude, I'm sorry for lashing out like that, but I'm having the biggest headache right now."

"A headache?!" The teenage cyborg dashed to the kitchen, his eyes filled with worry. He simply could not have Master's daily routine of TV watching, manga reading, and video games be spoiled by such a minute headache. Genos hurriedly sprinted back to his master, this time with a glass of water and some pills. "Here are two acetaminophen and ibuprofen pills that might ease the pain."

The Caped Baldy snatched the items from his hand and desperately drank the pills. The water dripped down his chin and streamed all the way down to his pajamas as he slurped his drink down.

"It might take some time for the pills to take effect, so you need some time to be patient."

Saitama sighed in exasperation. He then jumped onto his sleeping bag on the floor in hopes of getting comfortable. "Whatever. So, how'd the meeting go?" The Demon Cyborg tense at his master's words. "Minister Sitch and President Agoni relayed to us a prophecy foretold by Madame Shibabawa."

"Really? Another one? That's so weird…"

"It goes like this:

The Earth is in terrible danger

A simian's downfall will ripple through space

To a demon of unspeakable terror

The Devil of Frost shall reap and sow

Seeds of malevolent destruction

The poison of vainglory, a two-sided coin

To lead a trail of unity or division

The demon's wrath quelled through pain, and

The desolate wasteland returned to life."

Both heroes held their breath.

"Wait a minute…" Devil of Frost? Frieza? They seemed like awfully similar names. Saitama scrunched his brows, attempting to put the pieces together in his mind. Normally, he would barely give two shits about the sort of random, disappointing prophecies or anything promising that would be thrown at him. But this was… different. This was too connected for it to be a mere coincidence, and if he could figure out how this all intertwined, then there might be a satisfying end result.

Genos noticed his master shift his head to look at the wall, and he didn't quite understand. "Master? What is the problem?"

Saitama did not respond to Geno's question, continuing to dwell in his inner thoughts. After about 10 seconds of silence, Saitama turned his head to face his disciple. "Something weird is going on…"

Genos swiftly seated himself next to his master, eager to hear his master's opinion on whatever was on his mind. "What do you mean?"

"While I was sleeping, my spirit was taken outside my body, and next thing I knew, I was in some sort of weird, Kansas-field utopia for daisies." The teenage cyborg marveled at what his master was saying to him. It certainly sounded like a very odd experience. "Anyway, there was this REALLY creepy skeleton creature that actually managed to unnerve me, and given how dull I've been feeling lately, that's saying something.

"He started droning on about something magic, which was pretty much what all the other wannabe bad guys have done, so no surprise there. But then he caught my interest and told me there was a guy named Frieza who was on his way to Earth, and apparently this guy could kick Boros's ass. It sounded awesome, but just before I could ask more details, he attacked me with some sort of energy wave, which brought me back here."

"Are you injured?"

Saitama rubbed his forehead. "I'm pretty sure he's the one who gave me this massive headache, but other than that, I think I'm good. But that's not what I'm thinking about right now. Whatever this prophecy is, it has to be connected with the skeleton guy. In fact, now that I think about it, I also heard that big guy mentioning Frieza…"

Genos stared at his master, surprised that he was putting this much thought into this. There was in no way he thought his master was dumb, but he simply never got the opportunity to see his master's inherent senses, both physical and mental prowess. "So there must be some sort of connection or relationship between the two mysterious beings and this Frieza. Not only that, but Dr. Kuseno noted that the technology they possessed when they arrived was on a level completely different from what he had ever seen."

"So… Do we do something?"

Genos stroked his chin, debating on what they should do. A light bulb flashed in his mind; he knew what to do. "I believe I have an idea master. We'll tell Dr. Kuseno everything we've been able to accumulate and compare notes on what we've learned and any more information he's gathered on the scouter. If you can, may you accompany me this time?"

Saitama stretched his arms to relieve the tenseness in his muscles. "Sure. I'm not going to be able to sleep anyway with this nagging headache, and I haven't done anything productive all today, so what the hell?"

Genos let out a gleeful smile. "Good to hear. I'll call Dr. Kuseno and tell him I'll be coming back." The cyborg flipped out his cellphone and dialed the good doctor's number. The seconds ticked away, and Genos eventually received the doctor's voicemail. "Odd."

"What's the matter?"

"It's unlike the good doctor to not pick up his phone when I call him." The B-class hero shrugged his shoulders and looked at his disciple with annoyance in his eyes. "What's the big deal? You can just call him later."

"This matter cannot afford to be put off and swept under the rug for a few days. I'll have to find the doctor's location by tracing the signal from his cellphone." The Demon Cyborg began to vigorously type on his phone. An anime sweat drop fell down Saitama's face when he began to hear very loud beeping sounds emitting from Genos' cellphone. "Well, this is one way to wake up from a shitty sleep…"

The beeping sound came to a halt. "I have found Dr. Kuseno. He is currently at… Hero Association Headquarters?" The Demon Cyborg let out a sound of confusion. "Why would Dr. Kuseno be there? He doesn't have any affiliation with them as far as I know."

The Caped Baldy was getting a tad tired of this playing out so long, so he slapped his thighs, taking away Genos' eyes from his screen. "So are we going or not?" said an irritated Saitama.

Genos slapped his phone shut and with a steely resolve, he firmly deciding what they would do. "Yes we will. We'll go to Dr. Kuseno, and we'll find out what's really going on. That, I promise."

In the depths of the Hero Association, Metal Knight's laboratory was silent. The room was brimming with suspense, shock, and worry. Bofoi was slack jawed, still trying to formulate in his mind how his little brother could have figured out about the alien space pod he recovered. He had only recovered the pod the day before. How could his little brother have figured this out in merely a night? This must have been what he meant when he said that he wouldn't come here unless he had to. After about 5 seconds, his shock diminished and quickly a steely facial façade formed on his face. "Impressive. How were you aware of the pod's existence?"

The younger brother dug in his right pocket and pulled out Nappa's scouter, and as soon as he did, Bofoi stared at it intensely, intrinsically, as if he were a child and the scouter was a piece of candy he greedily desired. "You missed something."

Dr. Kuseno grudgingly gave the scouter to Bofoi, who began looking at it in a very fascinated and curious manner, similar to how Saitama had probed it. Dr. Kuseno knew that in order for his plan to work, he would need to renew his faith in his older brother, no matter how challenging it was. "Exactly what is this device?" said Bofoi, an almost geeky like tone in his voice that one would never expect to here from him.

"It's a scouter that locates the energy levels of any life form. Its capacities are years beyond any of my current energy readers." Bofoi's eyes widened. With this kind of technology added to his arsenal, combined with the alien space pod's speed, he could expand his knowledge and robotic empire farther than he ever thought possible. But something didn't quite make sense to him. "But why would you show me this? Especially if you knew I had a highly advanced alien spacecraft as well?"

The younger scientist forcefully ran his hands through his hair. "I haven't come even close to recreating this, and you…" The doctor struggled to get the next words through his mouth instead of retching. "You're the only person I know who could have even a chance of recreating this."

Dr. Kuseno pressed his lips together when he saw his brother fold his arms together and smirked with confidence. "You're finally right about something…"

"DON'T PLAY THAT SNARKY CARD NOW! YOU HAVE TO BE JUST AS CLUELESS WITH THE SPACECRAFT'S TECHNOLOGY AS I AM WITH THIS SCOUTER! I KNOW IT!"

Angered that his little brother would make such an accusation, he pointed accusingly at his brother. But they both knew that he was right. Bofoi put his finger down and sighed. Just like his brother, he had been working all night, the adrenaline and excitement of this new extraterrestrial shuttle keeping him awake more than coffee ever could. But he was stuck. He could grasp the concepts of the mechanisms and systems imbedded in the ship, but he was completely unfamiliar with the material that comprised the outer shell, what kind of systems allowed for elongated life sustainability, what fuel source powered it, and several other minute yet essential factors that would allow him to mass produce these pods.

Metal Knight inwardly scoffed. It was rather ironic; even after all the years they spent apart, his little brother still knew him better than anyone else. "Alright… Lets say that hypothetically, I agree to work alongside you again. What then?"

"I'd like to know as well. What then?" said a voice standing right behind him.

Dr. Kuseno gasped. "Genos?" He swiftly turned around, and there was Genos accompanied by Saitama. Neither of them looked happy. Both of them must have come from Saitama's apartment, assuming Genos already told Saitama everything he just learned. "How did you find my location?"

Genos crossed his arms. "It was an elementary job of tracking your signal from your cellphone. Dr. Kuseno, what are you doing here with Metal Knight?"

"Hello there, Genos. I must ask: exactly how are you related to my little brother?"

Did they hear Bofoi correctly? Genos and Saitama slowly turned their heads to each other, seeing if they both heard the same thing. "Wait wait you're this guy's brother?" said Saitama.

Dumbfounded, Genos gazed at Dr. Kuseno to see if this was true. Dr. Kuseno sighed. The time for secrets was over. "Yes. Bofoi is my older brother. We haven't seen each other in years, and the last time I spoke to him was when I called him and asked that he donated to me resources vital to your operation." He turned back to his older brother. "Bofoi, Genos is a child whom I operated on when his human body was damaged beyond medical repair. That was why I called you for the equipment 4 years ago."

"Ahhh. Well brother, color me impressed. Of course he could never match to my former assistant, Child Emperor."

"But he is S class Rank 5. Wouldn't that make him a rank above you?" said Genos.

Bofoi's smirk quickly faltered. "Well, I mean… He wouldn't have gotten to that level without his years of working under me!" said Bofoi through stammering. He walked right into that one.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Saitama. The ibuprofen and acetaminophen was barely helping his massive headache. If anything, he was feeling more aggravated, and the constant pestering was like a pike being lodged into his skull. "CUT DOWN YOUR RETARDED MONOLOGUE TO TWENTY WORDS OR LESS! JESUS CHRIST, WITH ALL OF YOUR NONSTOP ARGUMENTS YOU'RE MAKING ME WISH I'D DIED DURING MY TRAINING!"

Metal Knight stared incrementally at this unidentified hero. "Have you any inkling in that bald little head of yours who you're speaking to? Wait a minute!" He tried to recollect where he had seen that bald head before, then he remembered he was the B-class hero who asked for tea at the last S-class meeting. Why the hell was he accompanying Genos? New questions kept popping up every minute, and he was starting to get sick of it.

"Bofoi, this is Master Saitama. He was unfairly placed in the lowest C-class ranking, even though he broke all known records during his physical trials." It was finally time for someone to stand up for Master Saitama, and Genos would not stand for this degradation of Saitama any longer. "Ever since his registration into the Hero Association, he has constantly taken time out of his busy schedule to fulfill his duties as a hero and defeated every single threat that has come his way with only a single punch. Do you remember the giant meteor that threatened to strike City Z?"

Bofoi nodded and motioned him to continue. "As you might remember, your missiles were ineffective in destroying the meteor, and my most powerful incineration attack was still not enough to stop it. You might have read this in the news, but it was thanks to Master Saitama that the meteor was destroyed. Along with this, he was the one who defeated the Deep Sea King, a Demon-level mysterious being that took on the likes of me, Puri-Puri-Prisoner, Lightning Max, Stinger, Sneck, 2 B-class heroes and 2 C-class hero with ea-."

"GENOS! I SAID TWENTY WORDS OR LESS!" said a boiling angry Saitama through gritted teeth. "I apologize, but I would like to go into this in depth. Do you have any beverage you could serve my master?" Metal Knight pointed to the pot of coffee he just finished brewing. "Help yourself. I don't have an appetite for beverages anyway right now. Cups are to the right." Saitama grinned, quickly pouring himself a hot cup of joe that he desperately needed. Meanwhile, Bofoi leaned his head back, starting to recall the stories he had read online and the harsh criticism that fell on the Caped Baldy."

"Not only that, but there have been several other threats less commonly known or never heard of by the Hero Association and he public. These monsters must have ranged from tiger to dragon, and Saitama decimated all of them. Perhaps his biggest victory was against the leader of the Space Pirates that recently invaded Earth."

"Wait, I thought the leader was the Dragon level threat named Melzalgald, the one who took 4 S-class heroes to defeat?" questioned Bofoi.

Genos shook his head. "No, he was only a henchman. The real leader was a menace much more powerful. According to Master, he is the most powerful opponent he has ever faced so far, and even he stood no chance against Master Saitama's immeasurable power."

The older scientist craned his head down to the floor, debating the facts presented before him. There were many things that the Hero Association did not disclose to the public, and he was well aware of the corruption within the Hero Association. He would understand if they would rather keep someone as visually unappealing as Saitama away from the S-class rankings. But could there really be somebody as powerful as Genos described?

After 30 seconds of internal decision-making, he perched his head back up. "Very well. Saitama."

"Yea?"

"I'm still unsure whether your power is as grandiose as Genos claims it to be, so I would like you to run some experiments for me to test your strength."

Saitama shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."

"WAIT!" Dr. Kuseno loudly spoke up. "You can only run these tests IF Child Emperor assists us in our endeavor."

Bofoi swerved to his brother, staring at his brother with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "Why?!"

Dr. Kuseno enigmatically smiled at his brother. "If Child Emperor was tutored under you, and he is ranked 5th in the S-class, his scientific knowledge and prowess must be truly impressive." His smile faded and hardened to his serious face. "We are going to need all the assistance we can get, and if Child Emperor was already tutored under you, it will be easier for him to understand your methods, habits, and specific idiosyncrasies, thus allowing a more smooth work environment in terms of productivity, and perhaps we will be able to run things much more effectively."

Metal Knight slammed his head on the desk, closing his eyes in annoyance. "Damn it…" To him, having to ask for his former assistant's help was a blow to his pride, but his brother was right. If he wanted to expand his knowledge and robotic army's capabilities, he needed to make sure he comprehended everything about this alien technology. He picked his head up. "FINE! I will call him to assist us in our studies."

"Good," said Dr. Kuseno.

"Now that is taken care of," said Genos. "We need to talk about-"

"Metal Knight!" His computer monitor flashed to life, with Minister Sitch on the screen.

"What is it Sitch? You have already bothered me once today. I have very important work to attend to, so make it short!"

"The extraterrestrial that we imprisoned in your most secure holding cell, he's waking up."

Everyone froze in their places; everyone except for Saitama, who was looking happier than he had been all day. "Damn, this coffee really hit the spot!"

What's really funny is that when I was writing this chapter, as soon as I wrote about Saitama's headache, I got a headache about 20 minutes later that stuck with me for the rest of the day. COINCIDENCE?! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and the uneasy cooperation that began between these two scientific geniuses. So you'll just have to wait patiently until Chapter 10!