Dragon Ball XenoWatch

Chapter 2 A Brave New World

"No, no, no, nooooo!" Callio screams as he desperately tries to hold on to his only lifeline at the moment, barreling through an unfamiliar sky. He was surprised he was able to hold on at all, he was nearly out of energy, and on the verge on passing out. Of course, if he did let go it may have been possible to fly away from the rapidly aproachi-

BANG!

Approaching ground that would hit hard enough to knock him unconscious. In many ways however, he was lucky. If he did remain awake he would've only made his day worst, and muttered those most terrible of phrases, "Can this day get any worse?".

Intro Sequence Song- Limit Break x Survivor: SevenOneFive

Lena Oxton AKA Tracer had just come back to base after a long mission to Numbani, where Talon operatives were trying to steal the Doomfist gauntlet, a powerful weapon, and though it may have been damaged the device was kept out of enemy hands, which was more or less a win in her book. And she was looking forward to getting some rest.

Not long after returning to base however it became clear that the day had other plans, as she was called into Winston's office along several other 'Heroes' that answered the recall to action he put out last month, and despite many people's bitter memories of the organizations end a surprising number of people answered the call.

Many had seen the way the world was going, terrorist groups like Talon with mysterious goals moving through the shadows, attacking important targets seemingly at random.

Then there were the Omnics, sentient, sapient, machines that in many places in the world were being treated like second class citizens, and many chose more violent means to protest, bringing back memories of the Omnic crisis, a massive global war where the omnics had rose up violently and nearly pushed humanity to extinction, if it weren't for the intervention of the old Overwatch.

Some even said that a second Omnic crisis was already brewing, in places like Russia, and to some extent her home country of Britain, it wasn't quite an all out war yet but there had been plenty violent clashes with the police, peaceful protesters, and Null Sector sympathisers, and it had only gotten worse after Mondatta's assassination.

In the room gathered the agents whom Winston had called in to prepare for this mission. While there were more Overwatch agents who had answered the recall, some were out on their own missions across the globe, while others had to remain on the base because someone had to stay behind to keep their HQ secure.

First picked for the mission, a large man even outside of his crusader armor, Reinhardt Wilhelm, stood with his arms crossed, watching a nearby Holoscreen depicting the goings on of the world, particularly latest opinion polls about a mysterious 'New Overwatch' group popping up all over the news lately.

Next there was the Knights protege, and mechanic, Bridgette Lindholm, making some final checks to her armor, while she had seen combat while adventuring with her mentor this would be her first field mission with Overwatch.

Also joining them for this mission was the squire's rather… compact father, and Overwatch's chief engineer, Torbjorn Lindholm, who was currently making some adjustments to a companion who he had picked up on his way to the Watchpoint.

Said companion would also be joining this mission, though many were unsure of his presence in the base in the first place due to his kinds violent history. Surprising many of the bases personnel however the Omnic had been given a pass by Torbjorn, whom most believed would be the most staunch advocate of taking the robot out back to be shot. What was even more surprising however was this Bastion units own companion, a yellow cardinal that had decided to make a nest on the war machines shoulder. Though due to the potentially dangerous nature of the mission in question the tiny bird had been moved to a less violence prone area.

Then finally there was their primate leader himself Winston, standing by a holotable with a serious look on his face, fully armored. He cleared his throat to get the attention of the agents present in the room.

"Ahem- Hello everyone, welcome back, and as you may have assumed there is another situation we must attend to"

He taps some buttons on his keyboard bringing up a globe, and several holoscreens, the content of one in particular standing out to Tracer.

"Slipstream?" She recognized one of the screens displays, a news report about the incident that made her exist as she does now.

"Yes I'm sure we all remember what happened that day, but just for a OWX-Slipstream was a project created under the original Overwatch intended to create a teleporting fighter jet, however something went wrong, the jet and its pilot disappeared, though thankfully Lena is still with us." He explained.

"We all know that big guy, why bring this up now though?" Lena asked.

"Because just as you were able to return to our time, so has the Slipstream." This came as a surprise to everyone involved. As far as anyone knew when the incident occured Lena was the only thing that ever made it back from the teleportation. For months she was a ghost, appearing randomly, and for random periods of time, until Winston developed the chronal accelerator that anchors her down to this time frame. However, as Lena was able to appear and disappear at random intervals, the Slipstream never reappeared. Many assumed it was completely destroyed, others thought that it may have been thrown further into the timestream, some of the latest theories include it possibly being thrown out of the Universe itself, although this last idea is usually deemed as ridiculous by most scientific circles as it seems extremely unlikely.

Scrolling through his personal device Winston examined a rapid movement of numbers and equations, then briefed his team.

"We detected at 1600 last night a massive burst of chronal particles matching the predicted signature of the slipstream. Even if it clearly did not work as intended if this technology lands in the wrong hands there can be trouble, so we're going to go there and retrieve it before any of our adversaries can, or failing that take it from any hostiles who get there first."

"Alright, where are we going exactly then?" Torbjorn asked eagerly, ready to get going.

Winston moved over to a holo image of the globe and swiped it over, and magnified an area over the southern United States until blinking blue indicator appeared, hovering over the map.

"The Slipstream flew for several hundred miles and landed in Ozark National Park, Arkansas." The globe magnified the area, highlighting the crash sight.

We stand in the middle of a city in ruins, a sky blacked out by smoke, the loud crash of several high speed punches being thrown around.

"This has to stop!"

"Stand aside traitor."

"You leave me no choice."

"I refuse to have this weakling as a brother."

"We are warriors, not monsters!"

"I'm sorry my friend… this is my fault…"

There was a loud crackling of fire, the smell of smoke, and the tingly feeling on the skin that the Saiyan was more than familiar with that informed him there was currently a full moon out, a quick reminder not to look directly up. But most of all the main sensation Callio detected upon awakening from his dream was pain, and lots of it. He felt many bones out of place and broken. To keep it short, he knew this wasn't good. He groaned when he tried to sit up, and get a good look at himself, his armor was bruised, chipped, and broken in some places. blood caked on his skin, armor, and clothes. His tail was still in one piece, and his sword was still strapped to his back however, a stroke of good luck for once.

His next act was to examine the area around him, and it looked like Goku had used this forested area as kamehameha target practice. Callio was sitting at the bulbous end of a teardrop shaped crater. Nearby to him there were large chunks of metal, chunks of wood, other debris, and fire. Callio's first instinct in this situation was to get up and get his bearings on where he was. However the aforementioned injuries had managed to curb those thoughts. Instead he tried to use his ki sense, to try and detect any familiar life signs nearby only to make a concerning discovery.

"I…. Something's wrong… I should be able to sense much further away than this." It was true, normally the Saiyan warrior could sense across an entire planet if he tried hard enough. His energy reserves rarely holding any sway in this regard. Right now he could barely sense over, 20 meters, maybe more, maybe less. He would have tried flying away to find some explanation for this, but he quickly found even with enhancing his body with his ki he could barely stand let alone fly.

Realizing that he could use some medical attention at this point he tried reaching for the communicator in his armor to call for the Supreme Kai of Time (SKOT for short for now on), Goku, or Trunks to come pick him up, and bring along Doctor Senzu. He began to worry however, when he reached for the communicator and realized that it was in fact, broken. Crushed, likely due to the battle between himself and Demigra. It was odd really, that thing never had any problems before, no matter the enemy he faced, that thing was built to last.

So getting frustrated he chose to walk towards a direction that seemed to lead to both high ground, and a larger plume of smoke, and where there's smoke there's trouble, and where there's trouble there's people, and where there's people there are answers.

Half an hour later...

With his limp it took some time to reach his destination, and what he found there surprised him. There were people there alright, just not people he was at all familiar with. They weren't time patrollers, as most time patrollers didn't wear matching uniforms, and of those that did, none carried firearms with them. Considering most of their enemies could turn planets into asteroid field with a punch an assault rifle would seem underwhelming.

And the armor they wore seemed too… dark for the time patrol. Mind you there isn't really a dress code in the patrol, though most seemed to prefer lighter, or more plain colors. And their helmets seemed to be designed to be somewhat intimidating, like the head of a large predatory insect back of planet Vegeta, with glowing red eyes to boot, definitely not good guy material at least.

They also couldn't be time breakers either, for most of the same reasons, including the fact that even though Callio was having a hard time using his ki sense he could tell they weren't that strong, event for worthless grunts.

The peons seemed to be examining the wreckage of the same jet that had rammed into him, and brought him here, and to be honest it didn't seem to be in much better shape than he did. He was no engineer but he could tell that if it were to be dragged out of the hole it dug it would be doubtful if it could ever fly again.

Deciding to err on the side of caution Callio decided to stand back, and take cover behind an uprooted tree so that he could use his strong Saiyan hearing to try to get a better understanding of the situation.

"Hurry up, we don't have long before someone else gets here and tries to secure the slipstream, and I don't want to have to explain to the higher ups why we've lost 2 high value objects in one week." One of the goons ordered his soldiers with a distorted voice, that helmet must really muffle ones voice.

"We're going as fast as we can sarge, but this thing ain't exactly to carry around, and I don't want to go digging around in there to find the chronal drive is damaged and leaking radiation that can turn us, and those higher ups into damn ghosts." one of the subordinate grunts told him, worried at that potential eventuality.

"Ghosts? Chronal Drive? I've clearly run into something fishy here." Callio thought, "Chronal…. That means something to do with time, which means the SKOT won't be happy if I just let this go, I need to know more." To do so the Saiyan warrior aligned himself in a position better suited to keeping him hidden, and watch from the shadows. Earlier in his life he would have scoffed at sneaking around like this, but recent experience has taught him it's better to try to get a good picture of a situation than charge in completely reckless. "There's at least one up side to this stealth thing, give em long enough and the bad guys just start a monologue about their plan, it's truly one of the constants of the universe."

And that they did, watching the mercenaries, for that seemed to be how they behaved indicated, Callio learned that they were here to recover a device of some sorts that was important for some science division, that these men were of an organization calling itself Talon, and they had to get moving with it quickly because some sort of government force would be coming for them soon 'Like they always do' apparently.

Thinking about the situation Callio would normally ignore this, try to carry on limping to civilization, and come back to investigate with reinforcements after some time in a rejuvenation chamber (He might enjoy a good fight every once in a while but he didn't like risking his life without some kind backup if things got too bad), or any senzu beans that they had left. However, several more details were made clear to him, first even in his injured state enemies of their power level might as well have been ants, so he'd have no trouble beating them down, taking whatever they were looking for, and escaping into the woods until he made it back to the time nest. Even if they did have stronger backup with his energy being what it is they'd never find him.

Next, was that whatever these guys were up to it seemed shady, and while he has learned to try to not make assumptions Cal knew suspicious when he saw it, so if he by extension of taking away time travel tech from someone not responsible enough to use it for good, ruined some bad guys day there'd be no loss of sleep on his part.

So he started to get up slowly, and as he did so however it became evident that the Saiyan warriors skill in the art of sleuthing was not as great as his skill in battle, when getting up he stepped on a pile of leaves that made a startling 'CRUNCH' that made him cringe, and caught the attention of the Talon soldiers who then pointed their rifles directly at him, clearly jumpy at the idea that they were being spied on the whole

"Hands up! Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?" The leader asked

Callio slowly arose from his hiding spot with hands slowly rising, with a smirk on his face that annoyed and confused the mercs. He cracked his neck and spoke.

"Well…. I was out for a walk…." He then put his hands together behind his head, which then began to glow in a golden light.

Moments later any wildlife still in the area left as gunshots, and explosions went off.

Outro song: (Far Away) JoporXx (Mark de Groot)

The End

Sorry this took a bit longer than it probably should have with how long it is, but I just kept distracting myself with other things when I promised myself I'd work on this.

Anyway, what'd you think? I'm hoping I can get the Overwatch characters right, I can already tell that doing dialogue is gonna be a hard thing for me. Like I said this is my first fanfic, and my first real attempt to take on a big writing project, so anyone with any constructive advice is more than welcome to make suggestions if they want.

Oh btw, Happy anniversary Overwatch!

5/22/2018