Here it is guys! Chapter 13! As some of you might have noticed, I split this chapter into two segments, since I thought that the chapter as a whole was too long, but either way, I hope you enjoy every word. I hit 200 followers and over 30,000 views on my story, so I'd like to give a big thanks to everyone whose followed my story. I really appreciate your support, and I love that you're entertained by my writing. So, without further ado, let's begin Chapter 13!

While the three scientists and the two heroes were having their own equally difficult challenges to face, the two prisoners kept captive inside their prison were facing their most excruciatingly difficult challenge yet: how to stand each other without gouging their eyes and ears out.

The road to recovery had been a very long and arduous task for both warriors. However, thanks to the saiyan's superior body, the saiyan general had managed to get up on his two legs. He'd even managed to get a few steps in before he collapsed from the exhaustion of simply walking. Sonic was still having trouble turning his head without feeling like his neck would spin off like a spinning top. He had absolutely no idea how many days it had been since his defeat, so he could at best guess he'd been imprisoned for 3, maybe 4 days.

Nappa was running out of things to do to occupy his time without talking to his bunkmate. He'd tried to count how many steps wide his prison cell was, but his legs gave out before he could finish. He would have even enjoyed a simple clock to watch the seconds tick by. However, something as seemingly ridiculous as that to pass time was not an option. Twice everyday, the room would fill with some sort of sleeping gas to knock both of them out, and when they woke up, a plate of food would be sitting right beside them.

At times, some random people with very odd-looking costumes would stand guard at the front of their cell. He attempted to spite these humans by mouthing terrible obscenities to them. He'd actually managed to get a few of them to bawl in tears like a bunch of bitches, which he felt rather proud of. But eventually, his insults and cutting remarks slid off these heroes like oil on water. So yet another form of entertainment was taken away from him like a child who could no longer eat candy. That left only one option.

"Hey prick, what're you doing up there? You crying to yourself like a little baby bitch, asking mamma to kiss your booboos? Yea, well luckily for me, my superior genes allow me to heal 10 times faster than your stick-like body, so while you're struggling to even turn your head, I'm already up and on my feet moving."

"Oh, good for you. Well, then how come your "superior genes" didn't allow you to instantly beat a weakling like me?"

"I was caught off guard, that's all."

"Sure…"

Both sneered at each other, then defiantly turned their heads away from each other. But what Nappa didn't know was that his words had actually managed to hit a nerve in Sonic. Even though he boasted big talk, he knew that Nappa was right. At this rate, it would take him at least a month to recover from his injuries, give or take 2 weeks at best.

And so the two of them continued to sit in silence. Neither of them could handle this immense boredom, and coupled with the pain from merely moving, made days unbearable. Both of them noticed this growing sense of boredom in each other's eyes, which was something they seemed to have in common, besides being stone cold assassins.

About an hour after their very short spat, Nappa turned to the door when they heard someone's arrival, while Sonic merely shifted closer to the wall. Nappa took in this newcomer with curiosity. The man's face was like an unreadable mask. His face was thin and rather feminine, with icy blue eyes, and blond hair that stood out in the dim light. He wore a very dark blue bodysuit with metallic bracers over his arms and upper chest armor, with a long white cape fluttering over it just like that caped bastard who beat him. On his head were several 8-pointed stars, worn on him like a 10-year old would wear a barrette. And the piece of resistance was a chain strapped around his waist that held his sheath and sword in place.

Nappa felt his whole body tingling from the energy this stranger was putting out. Ever since he'd been imprisoned, he attempted to hone this extrasensory sense not only because it seemed like an important ability to improve, but also because he had NOTHING better to do.

One thing was certain: whoever this person was, he was way above the likes of those weaklings who had been guarding him before. He might even be even more powerful than the prick, although since the prick was in a weakened state, it was hard to compare their power.

"You look like a cut above the rest. Who the hell are you?"

The stranger folded his arms and continued to stare at Nappa with his expressionless mask.

"You're not a big talker, are you?"

"Not really, no. I'm just here to keep an eye on you." Flashy Flash lied. Sitch determined that they were in too weak of a condition and Metal Knight's cage was strong enough to hold the prisoners, so no more heroes were put on guard. No, this was a more personal matter he needed to deal with.

Flashy Flash peered to look at the farther right end and saw the 2nd prisoner lying on the bed, with his back facing him. "I can see you sleeping on your bed, Kazuki. Get your lazy ass out of bed."

No. No, it couldn't be. Sonic recognized that condescending tone, the shadow of his past coming back to haunt him. Pushing himself off the wall, he turned his body back to the window to see this fucker once again. The two met eyes, and in less than a second, sparks of fury began flying from Sonic, and steam erupted from him in a fiery inferno of rage. "You… It's you…"

Nappa sat agape when he saw the anger in Sonic's eyes vehemently skyrocket to a level like he'd never seen from him before. Foam began to form at the edge of Sonic's mouth. His fists were clenched so hard, blood started to trickle down his hand. And to make it even more shocking, Sonic actually dropped out of his bed and trudged to the front of the cell. His entire body must have been pumping with rage if he was able to go from not even able to turn his head to getting back on his two legs in a matter of seconds. Nappa was both impressed and interested by how Sonic could become this enraged.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, KUTO?!"

Flashy Flash remained motionless and emotionless. "I wanted to see if you were really imprisoned and just how bad you were hurt."

"Oh, thank you for your sentimental concern over my wellbeing! Now you can go!"

Flashy flash closed his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment at his former friend's fall from grace. "Why did you become an assassin? A mercenary for hire who kills whoever he's hired without remorse? That's not what our master taught us. I followed the path of the honor and have protected the innocent. All you've done is selfishly killed whomever you want for money and power! You dishonor our refined arts with your deadbeat assasinations!"

Both Nappa and Flashy Flash jumped when Sonic slammed his hand against the cage with his bloodstained hand. Even in his weakened state, a tiny crack formed on the very thick glass. "How dare you lecture me on selfishness! Its because of you that our clan was killed by that monster all those years ago! The entire 44th generation is gone because of you!"

A monster? His clan wiped out? Nappa inclined his head with piquing wonder, and unknown to him, he felt a drop of empathy filled his heart. "We knew that monster was coming! We were going to launch a surprise attack together with the entire clan ready to strike! With our combined forces, we should have been able to defeat him, and you know it! Oh, but you were so confident in your training! You alone believed that your training to become a hero was enough to deal with the threat! So you lied to me, going off to fight the monster on your own without a second thought! And what happened then?"

Flashy Flash's mask finally lowered, and he grimaced at the memory of that day. The burning monasteries, the screaming children, and the blood of their people spilt all over the land. "I was wrong to go alone. I'm sorry."

"That's all you have to say? You're sorry?! Well sorry isn't going to bring our parents back from the grave! Sorry isn't going to bring back our master who sacrificed himself to save our lives! All because of your heroic arrogance, your perverted sense of justice! No matter what a hero does, they can never win against a truly strong opponent nor can they protect anybody or anything, and your living proof of that! You're pathetic!"

All three warriors stood in deathly silence, the room moist with apprehension and boiling anger. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Flashy Flash unfolded his arms. "It was pointless to come here. I don't even know why I bothered."

"Yea, well neither do I. Now get the fuck out of here before I puke." Flashy Flash walked out of the room without another word.

With that disgusting rat gone, Sonic trudged back to his bed, the anger and adrenaline quickly fading out of his system. He could actually hear the bones in his knees and fingers cracking as he struggled to even climb up the tiny ladder. Finally making it to the mattress on the top bunk, he landed on his bed with a hard thud.

Sonic's muscles relaxed, melting on the rock hard mattress. Right now, all he could do was focus on recovery, and sleep was the only thing that could help speed the process along.

But just before he shut his eyes closed, a hard round object was thrown up and landed straight on his chest. Sonic looked down and expected to see some sort of rock, but it was an apple. "What the…"

Sonic craned his head to the right. "Wait, did you… Why did you give this to me?"

Nappa looked up at the top bunk and let out a scoff. "Don't get used to it. I just figured that you'd need to be at your top game if you plan on beating that ninja punk to the ground. On my planet, a saiyan who went off on his own like that either got his ass kicked by his comrades or was banished from his platoon for a year. But this doesn't change anything. Once your done with him, you're gonna have to deal with me."

"I'm counting on it." Sonic licked his lips, and bit down on the red juicy apple. A gift from one killer to another, that's all it was.

"Come on… Come on! NOOO! GODAMMIT, THAT'S THE 5TH FRICKIN TIME IN A ROW YOU'VE BEATEN ME!"

"It just takes practice."

The most powerful heroes in the public's eyes and in reality's eyes were duking it out in most ultimate form of battle there was: Super Smash Bros Melee on GameCube. 4 days had passed since he'd been promoted to S-class, and it'd been pretty boring. Sure, there'd been a few monsters that popped up every now and again, but as always, they went down in one punch. So he figured some video game time with King wouldn't be too out of line, so he came over to King's place to play some Xbox, Gamecube, or whatever was available. And surprisingly, King was more than willing to invite him into his apartment and play the game Saitama first suggested.

But he was getting his ass poned like never before. Every single time, King went as random and Saitama went as Fox, his best character, and EVERY SINGLE TIME, he would be dominated. For gods sake, he lost to King when King was playing as PICHU.

Saitama was gritting his teeth, and was starting to crack the controller with how hard he was gripping at it, and that was while he was holding back his anger.

King noticed Saitama's anger and grew slightly concerned. "Hey Saitama. Are you alright man?"

"I'm fine man," said Saitama through his gritted teeth and a fake smile.

King could instantly tell Saitama wasn't alright, so he quickly reacted to calm Saitama down before he would wreck his controller and possibly his entire apartment. "Dude, it's alright. I've played video games for YEARS. I've won almost every single video game tournament I've played. Hell, you're probably the best competition I've had in a few years, so don't sweat it."

This comment eased Saitama's anger, and his eyebrows started to unfurrow. "Yea, well, I played this a lot with my two brothers when I was a kid."

"Nice. And besides, you could poke me on the forehead, and my head would go hurtling straight into the sun."

Saitama let out a chuckle. "Thanks man."

King pushed himself off of the floor and went to the kitchen to fetch himself something to quench his thirst. "You want a drink?"

"Sure. I'll take some Fanta if you have some."

King rummaged around through his refrigerator for some Fanta. "Na sorry man. I do have some Sprite if you want some."

"That sounds good to me." King smiled and took out a glass from his cabinet. As he began filling the glass with ice, Saitama began looking through all of the trophies in King's trophy collection. "Wow, you really managed to get all of the character trophies and all the final smash trophies?"

"Yep," said King, with a smirk on his face.

"Cool."

"Say, didn't you say you had a disciple?"

"Yea?"

"Where is he?"

"You see, Genos and I were over at the old man's dojo…"

"Are you talking about Bang?"

"Yea, whatever. Anyway, he offered to share with us some really delicious fugu, to which I absolutely couldn't refuse. He'd offered me some lobster a few days ago, but that was almost ruined by these punks who showed up and demanded a fight with the old man. They almost took out the lobsters, but I managed to knock all of them out of the dojo except for the leader. Once the old man showed up, he ran away like a baby. Anyway, today, Genos got a call from his doctor, who sounded really excited. He told Genos to come to his lab right away. He offered for me to tag along, but I chose to hang out with you instead."

"Well alright then. Glad you enjoy my company so much."

Saitama pointed King to the empty seat where King should have been sitting. "We're going again. But this time, you're adding a 70% handicap to your character."

"Sure. But I get to be Mewtwo."

"Wow… A mewtwo fan. Why don't I fil-Mewtwo having sex?"

King laughed. "Very funny. We'll see how high and mighty you act when I beat you with all my lives again!"

"Bring it on!" Both of the S-class heroes then started the match, playing to their hearts content. However, after about 3 minutes into their match, Saitama's phone buzzed. He picked up the phone and realized it was from Mumen Rider. The bike rider had asked him for his number after they met up at a restaurant, but he didn't text him too often. Saitama paused the game.

"Why'd you pause?"

"Sorry, but I just got a message from my friend, Mumen Rider. He asked me how I was doing. Usually, he's busy with his hero work and never texts, so I never really gets texts from him." If he was texting him now, that means Mumen was doing something other than hero work. Saitama texted him back, typing into the phone, "Where are you?"

After waiting a few seconds, another message popped up on the chat. Saitama's eyed hardened, and he got up from his seat on the ground. "I have to go."

King's eyes furrowed with concern. "Why? What happened?"

"Mumen Rider just got sent to the hospital. I'm gonna go there and see just how bad he got it. He'd do it for me, so I should return the courtesy. Sorry I gotta cut our battle short, man."

King waved his hand with dismissal. "Nah, man. You're fine. Go on and visit him. We'll catch up in a little bit."

Saitama gave King a small smile and left King to himself.

King took out the smash bros disk and switched the input to Doki Doki Sisters. "Alright. Well, I got a date with the pop star Darren. It better go well, or else I won't get to go up to level 27 and get the new accessory option. Hopefully, nothing big will pop up."

Genos, the teenage cyborg, just entered the Hero Association's headquarters. Genos had no idea what could have gotten Dr. Kuseno so excited, but whatever it was, it must have been something extraordinary. The Hero Association clerks gave him a warm hello, and then bid him a good day.

While he was walking through the hallways, he began noticing some heroes with bandages sprinting through the corridors. Some other Hero Association attendants had several papers in their hands, with lines etched into their eyes. Genos took these sights in with a foreboding sense of worry for the future. If the Association was already working tirelessly, then who knows how they could possibly handle any more stress. All they could do was hope for the best.

Genos finally reached Bofoi's laboratory. When he was about to open the door, he heard laughs and some glasses clinking. "What the…." Genos reluctantly opened the door, and what he saw was the three scientists clinking glasses and letting out laughs of delight. "Dr. Kuseno? Bofoi? Child Emperor? What's going on? You called?"

The three scientists turned to Genos. "Genos! You got my phone call!"

"What's this about?"

"We finally did it! After hours of overnight analyzing and energy replication, we finally managed to reverse engineer the space pod!"

Genos let out a chuckle of amazement. The good doctor had finally managed to do what he set out to do, and he couldn't have looked happier. "That's terrific news!"

"Now, despite being a pompous knowitall, my brother actually managed to come through." Dr. Kuseno walked back to his brother and wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulder. "If it wasn't for him, I don't think I could have done it."

Bofoi jeered. "I thought that was obvious to everyone..."

Dr. Kuseno unwrapped his arm. "Of course…" The good doctor then turned to Alex, who was drinking Fanta in a glass, the ice cubes in his drink floating around in the orange liquid. "And Alex, you are an amazingly gifted child. Your assistance has been an extreme asset to our studies, and I don't think we could have done this without you." Dr. Kuseno ruffled the S-class hero's hair. "I'm proud of you. And while my brother would rather be crushed by the space pod than admit this, he's very proud of you too."

Bofoi pointed his finger at Dr. Kuseno. "Don't push it."

Alex's face began blushing scarlet red. "Thank you. Your words mean a lot to me." A realization struck Alex's head that he had forgotten. "Oh wait! We forgot to tell him about the scouter technology!"

"Ah yes! Thank you for reminding me!" Dr. Kuseno walked up to the computer system, and up on the monitor appeared the schematics for a scouter. "We also managed to map out the entire system outline for the scouter. Not only that, but we figured out how to increase the durability of the system to allow for higher energy levels. That way, the scouter won't be destroyed when it senses powerful warriors like Saitama."

"Fantastic!"

"What's fantastic?" The four of them turned to see Minister Sitch standing right at the doorway. "Is it alright if I come in?"

"Of course. Come right in."

"Thank you." Sitch entered the room and practically fell in the chair, the tiredness biting his bones. "Garou, the hero hunter, has already defeated Red Nose, Hyottoko, Studless, Mumen Rider, Golden Ball, Spring Mustachio, and the entire tanktop army, including the S-class hero, Tanktop Master. Pray to god that you've had some progress with the alien technology."

"Oh we've made more than progress," said Bofoi. "We've managed to completely duplicate the alien space pod. Within a month, we'll be able to mass produce the space pods and integrate the technology into my machinery."

Sitch's frown broke into a smile, and he felt a wave of relief washing out some of the fear and paranoia that had been building up in him for weeks. He'd been dying to hear at least a shrivel of good news or hopeful messages that would make the road ahead just a tad big brighter. "Thank god. Knowing that takes a little bit of the weight I have off my shoulders."

"Good to hear," said Child Emperor. "By next month, the Hero Association will be stronger than ever, and no monster will be able to harm humanity ever again!"

But in the blink of an eye, the content and hopeful atmosphere that surrounded the group switched to high alert and danger, as rdd lights flashed to life in the laboratory. A deafening alarm went off in the laboratory, forcing the group to cover their ears. "Metal Knight, what's going on?!"

Bofoi sauntered over to his desk and began frantically typing on his keyboard. After about 20 seconds of typing, the alarms were shushed and the red lights were cut out. "Uh-oh."

"What's the matter?" said Sitch.

"I set my satellites to pick up any radio signals emanating from space, and they've just turned up on something." This caught the attention of everyone in the room, and they all shuffled over to Bofoi's side to see what was happening. "The estimated distance from the source is… 350,000 kilometers."

Nobody said a word. Everyone held their breath, praying that this day wasn't already upon them. Sitch's lip was quivering and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets.

Genos was the first one to speak. "Could it just be a meteorite, and what you're intercepting is a malfunctioning satellite?" He said this with almost blissful denial.

Bofoi shook his head. "Not possible. The object is slowing down, not speeding up, and judging by the thermal images my satellite took, it's far too big to be a satellite. There's no question in mind: that's a spaceship. And given its current trajectory, it's probably going to arrive within an hour."

"AN HOUR?!" Sitch could no longer keep his emotions in check, and the burdening weight came crashing down on his shoulders once again. "HOW CAN WE POSSIBLY PREPARE TO FIGHT THE BIGGEST THREAT HUMANITY HAS EVER FACED IN AN HOUR?!"

"Minister, you need to calm down!" Genos grabbed the minister by the shoulders and shook him hard. "We need to call every S-class hero for a meeting. The day of reckoning is upon us. Now whether we're ready or not isn't whats important. What IS important is to know that the Hero Association is all that stands between humanity's salvation and destruction, and the Association can't function properly if you're not there to lead. Now take a deep breath, and maintain control of your emotions."

Sitch sat motionless while Genos had his hands grasped on his arms. He took a deep breath in, then out, letting the voice of reason and patience back into his mind. "Thank you, Demon Cyborg. You're right. As long as we have the full might of the S-class at our disposal, everything should work out in the end."

But then, out of the blue, one of the A branch operators came barging through the laboratory, looking sweaty and out of breathe. "Minister Sitch! Minister Sitch! I have terrible news!"

"Jesus Christ, what is it now?"

"Multiple reports of mysterious beings attacking civilians are flooding in through our hotlines all at once. The A-class heroes are struggling to fend them off, and B and C class heroes are having no better luck."

The tension in the room was mixed with a smidge of shock when Sitch threw one of the glasses across the room, spilling fanta and ice cubes all on the floor. "NO! HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE?! THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN HANDLE BOTH THESE THREATS AT THE SAME TIME! WE CAN'T!" Sitch buried his face in his hands and yanked his hair has hard as he could. Shortly after, his grip loosened and he slumped in the chair. Everyone waited for the minister's response, their palms sweaty and their stomachs tied in knots, uneasy with how angry and out of control the Minister, their leader, was acting. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the Minister got up from his seat and somberly walked to the door of the laboratory.

"Contact every S-class hero here and order them to arrive as quickly as humanly possible for them. For all remaining heroes, call them and tell them that for every monster they defeat, a reward will be given. Show them the chart with the system I used for the criminals. This will give the heroes a larger incentive to combat every mysterious being they might come across." The group nodded and started moving at a sluggish pace. "WE ONLY HAVE AN HOUR! MOVE IT!" The people gulped and went from walking to practically sprinting, doing what their superior told them.

"Brother, once the ship gets in Earth's atmosphere, I'm going to fire my missiles and see if that has any sort of effect on the spaceship. You should probably go back to your lab and gather any weapons you might have lying around."

"No brother. It's time." Bofoi's head shifted back to his brother, and the instant he saw the intensity in his eyes, he understood what he meant. But so soon? Was his brother really that desperate that he would resort to such a dangerous and risky? "Are you sure?"

"We don't have a choice."

Bofoi ran his hand through his hair. "Alright. But you know you're going to have to tell Genos about this."

The younger brother lamented this. The younger brother had no idea what kind of effect this secret would have on Genos, but at this point, the fate of humanity was more important than keeping this secret from Genos. It was time to tell him the truth. "Alright. You just focus on preparing the missiles for launch."

"Understood. Now get going."

The two brothers solemnly shook their heads and went to work. Dr. Kuseno slowly trudged over to Genos, who was impatiently using his cellphone. "Genos, what are you doing?"

"I'm attempting to call my master. We need him now more than ever. But he's not answering his phone, and I don't know why."

Dr. Kuseno grasped Genos's phone and set it on the counter? "Doctor? What are you doing?"

"There's something I have to show you, and it's of utmost importance." The intensity in his voice was something unheard of with Dr. Kuseno, and if he was choosing to tell him this over calling Saitama, this must have been as serious as the good doctor was telling him. "Ok."

Dr. Kuseno motioned him to a large desk near the space pod, which was already covered with half a dozen layers or papers, discarded algorithms, and cans of soda and takeout boxes. "What is this about?"

The doctor tapped his fingers against each other. "Genos, there's something that I've been meaning to tell you, but I wanted to wait until everything was in place so you wouldn't get too anxious."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let me show you."

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