Dragonball: Universe
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He was short, he was fat, and he was getting on General Lernam's last nerve. Why Abgar was made into a member of the counsel in the first place was beyond the elder, save for his strength and surprising combat know-how. The General sighed, turning away from the nuisance. He would get his one day…
"So you're saying that you've lost all contact with the guards?" Lernam addressed the institution headmaster.
"Yes, Sir," the headmaster replied confidently, unusually so for a human of his stature and age. "We did not wish to do anything until the arrival of the counsel."
Abgar could not resist. "And what if there had been some sort of accident-" Lernam held up a hand to silence his comrade.
"To our knowledge, the children have yet to actually escape, Sir," the young headmaster replied once more. "Our men our situated on guard at the corridor awaiting your orders." Overhead, the emergency craft were still busy at work, their searchlights combing over the area as the three walked towards what was left of the containment facilities. Abgar was falling slightly behind Lernam and the headmaster, who was shockingly nimble.
"Tell me, boy, are you new to this institution?" The Galactic General asked. "Yes, Sir, just transferred here from the Satan City institution, where I served as containment warden, so to speak," the headmaster replied. "They felt my services would be of better use here in the Western City institution."
"Ah, I must admit that I am impressed," Lernam said after much thought. The Satan City institute had been falling to pieces anyway. Many of the superiors no longer cared who came in and out of it, save for this one. "You must be rather intelligent."
"Not as intelligent as the counsel, Sir," he answered, opening the door for the two Galactics as they stepped inside. "That's why we were waiting for you."
"My hypothesis proves to be correct," Lernam smiled at the compliment. Over the years, the humans had somewhat learned their place under Galactic rule, as had all aliens for that matter. Force was not to be used until force was necessary, which was rarely. They simply wished to better the universe by placing its rightful intellectual line of thought at the top of the heap- themselves. Despite stamping out various uprisings against them, one still remained, on Earth of all places. It was a group that called themselves the "Wayward". Lernam cursed at the mere thought of the name. The resistance was smart, never poking its head out of a hole long enough to be smashed, but always long enough to leave its mark. Often times, the Galactics could not even sense the ki of the individuals who fled from the scenes of the crime, making it rather difficult to trace them…
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Abgar's voice interjected rather obnoxiously. The General glanced around, ignoring his partner's comment. They appeared to be walking through the education wing as of now… It was ornate with various figures of both Earth's and the Galactic's history, prominent figures to each of the races that take up dwelling within this planet.
"Are the guards still holding their positions?" Lernam asked.
"Unit 18," the headmaster spoke into his headpiece. "Positions held?"
"Of course, Sir," a woman's voice commented.
"Good. Keep it that way. It'll be only another moment."
Another moment? Lernam cocked an eyebrow towards the headmaster, who shut off his communication device, placing it within its holster at his belt. He would trust this human's judgment, for now. Hell, he trusted him even more than Abgar…
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"Something wrong?"
Ubuu stared quietly out of the window overlooking the central courtyard, not letting anything cloud his senses. "We're about to have to make a run for it," the man replied. "I want you kids to stay with me, no matter what happens… I'll protect you." Behind him, he heard their collective agreement, still keeping his vigil at the view port. It was only a few more moments…
He sighed. It was hard to believe that the culmination of everything for all of these years was finally leading up to this. Everything that he had worked so hard for, and waited for… He could finally begin to avenge Goku. It was time.
"Alright," he spoke up. "Get ready."
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"Here you go, gentlemen," the headmaster pressed the keypad before a large steel door, as it slid open before them. General Lernam looked around as he stepped through the doorway- into the central courtyard.
"Where are we?" Abgar objected.
"Shortcut," the boy replied. "Follow me." Abgar began to protest again, but the elder quieted him with a mere finger. Lernam followed closely, not liking the sense of caution that was running up and down his spine. The Galactics had an intuition for these kinds of things…
Then he felt it.
"What the-" A sudden explosion erupted in the building before them, coating it with flame, its shockwave hitting them forcefully. Right on its heels, Lernam felt a ki flash into existence, and then rocket away… someone was making a run for it.
"Abgar! Follow them!"
"With pleasure," the stout alien replied sinisterly. He powered up, and launched into the air, shooting off after whoever it was that left.
Lernam grit his teeth, looking around for the headmaster. The weak human was no doubt dead at this point, the explosion was probably too much for him. The fires cascaded upwards into the night sky, casting its orange glow across the complex. Those kids had better not have escaped…
"Looking for something?" A voice called from behind him. He whipped around to find the headmaster… and a young woman.
"It's about time you showed up, 17," the girl replied. "It was awfully boring."
"You didn't have to suck up to this slime, so I'd call it a fair trade off," the boy answered tauntingly.
"Who are you?" Lernam asked, squaring his feet and clenching his fists. He would make short work of them… they didn't even have any registered ki.
The girl looked at him coolly. "17 and 18, at your service."
The one called 17 picked up his communication device once more. "You can go, Ubuu."
Behind them, the walls of the confinement area came crashing down, kicking up dust and debris as the concrete slammed into the ground. Ubuu? The leader of the Wayward? Here? Lernam smirked… So they were trying to free the saiyajin children… He would put a stop to that.
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Abgar raced across the skies, pursuing the trail of ki viciously. He grinned. They were far too slow. Setting his strength, he powered up once more, launching rapidly towards the target…
What the hell?
He looked below him, having caught up to the "runaway"… It was merely a tiny ball of metal, leaving a trail of ki in its wake. A rather clever device, most likely designed to take their attention- which it did. Abgar smiled again. He would get the dirty humans who did this…He grabbed the instrument in his hand, bringing it before his blue-skinned face, observing it with the yellow eyes that were characteristic of a Galactic.
He chuckled again, turning the ball over in his palm…
Without warning, it suddenly released a tiny beep, opening up slowly before his eyes. He peered closely, waiting to see what was going to happen…
And the next thing he knew, his body was wrapped in a powerful explosion.
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"AHHH!!!" With a powerful roar, Lernam's blue aura came into being, coruscating around him with its bright hue. He launched forward, slamming his fist into 18, much to her dismay. She was sent launching through the burning rubble, flipping head over heels to her death. While in midair, the General whirled around to find 17 gone…
"Up here." He glanced up to meet the human's surprise attack, a fierce kick that came crashing against his skull. It sent him careening across the mud of the courtyard, bouncing along the way. There was no way a human could possibly deliver a blow with that much power behind it… So there was only one explanation. They weren't human.
"I'll have to admit, robot!" he shouted. "You caught me off guard. But not again." With unmatched speed, he dove towards the 17, throwing his knee up into the android's gut. He followed up with a blow to the spinal column, launching his body through the air. Suddenly, he was rammed in the side by 18, recovered from her earlier assault. She continued her attack with a swift kick to the side, only to have it blocked and countered with an elbow to the sternum. She let out a loud shriek, rolling across the ground to strike against the concrete wall painfully… if she could even feel it. Lernam smirked. He may be getting old, but he still had quite the fighting spirit inside of him. Now, to finish these two off…
"AHH!!" 17's scream reached his ears just before the fist connected with his temple. He stumbled backwards a few steps, planting his feet to slide in the dirt to halt his movement.
"You're lucky I can't sense you," Lernam grunted, wiping the speck of blood from his cheek. "This will be most interesting, robot."
"We shall see."
They both shouted, darting forwards with fists raised…
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He was short, he was fat, and he was getting on General Lernam's last nerve. Why Abgar was made into a member of the counsel in the first place was beyond the elder, save for his strength and surprising combat know-how. The General sighed, turning away from the nuisance. He would get his one day…
"So you're saying that you've lost all contact with the guards?" Lernam addressed the institution headmaster.
"Yes, Sir," the headmaster replied confidently, unusually so for a human of his stature and age. "We did not wish to do anything until the arrival of the counsel."
Abgar could not resist. "And what if there had been some sort of accident-" Lernam held up a hand to silence his comrade.
"To our knowledge, the children have yet to actually escape, Sir," the young headmaster replied once more. "Our men our situated on guard at the corridor awaiting your orders." Overhead, the emergency craft were still busy at work, their searchlights combing over the area as the three walked towards what was left of the containment facilities. Abgar was falling slightly behind Lernam and the headmaster, who was shockingly nimble.
"Tell me, boy, are you new to this institution?" The Galactic General asked. "Yes, Sir, just transferred here from the Satan City institution, where I served as containment warden, so to speak," the headmaster replied. "They felt my services would be of better use here in the Western City institution."
"Ah, I must admit that I am impressed," Lernam said after much thought. The Satan City institute had been falling to pieces anyway. Many of the superiors no longer cared who came in and out of it, save for this one. "You must be rather intelligent."
"Not as intelligent as the counsel, Sir," he answered, opening the door for the two Galactics as they stepped inside. "That's why we were waiting for you."
"My hypothesis proves to be correct," Lernam smiled at the compliment. Over the years, the humans had somewhat learned their place under Galactic rule, as had all aliens for that matter. Force was not to be used until force was necessary, which was rarely. They simply wished to better the universe by placing its rightful intellectual line of thought at the top of the heap- themselves. Despite stamping out various uprisings against them, one still remained, on Earth of all places. It was a group that called themselves the "Wayward". Lernam cursed at the mere thought of the name. The resistance was smart, never poking its head out of a hole long enough to be smashed, but always long enough to leave its mark. Often times, the Galactics could not even sense the ki of the individuals who fled from the scenes of the crime, making it rather difficult to trace them…
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Abgar's voice interjected rather obnoxiously. The General glanced around, ignoring his partner's comment. They appeared to be walking through the education wing as of now… It was ornate with various figures of both Earth's and the Galactic's history, prominent figures to each of the races that take up dwelling within this planet.
"Are the guards still holding their positions?" Lernam asked.
"Unit 18," the headmaster spoke into his headpiece. "Positions held?"
"Of course, Sir," a woman's voice commented.
"Good. Keep it that way. It'll be only another moment."
Another moment? Lernam cocked an eyebrow towards the headmaster, who shut off his communication device, placing it within its holster at his belt. He would trust this human's judgment, for now. Hell, he trusted him even more than Abgar…
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"Something wrong?"
Ubuu stared quietly out of the window overlooking the central courtyard, not letting anything cloud his senses. "We're about to have to make a run for it," the man replied. "I want you kids to stay with me, no matter what happens… I'll protect you." Behind him, he heard their collective agreement, still keeping his vigil at the view port. It was only a few more moments…
He sighed. It was hard to believe that the culmination of everything for all of these years was finally leading up to this. Everything that he had worked so hard for, and waited for… He could finally begin to avenge Goku. It was time.
"Alright," he spoke up. "Get ready."
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"Here you go, gentlemen," the headmaster pressed the keypad before a large steel door, as it slid open before them. General Lernam looked around as he stepped through the doorway- into the central courtyard.
"Where are we?" Abgar objected.
"Shortcut," the boy replied. "Follow me." Abgar began to protest again, but the elder quieted him with a mere finger. Lernam followed closely, not liking the sense of caution that was running up and down his spine. The Galactics had an intuition for these kinds of things…
Then he felt it.
"What the-" A sudden explosion erupted in the building before them, coating it with flame, its shockwave hitting them forcefully. Right on its heels, Lernam felt a ki flash into existence, and then rocket away… someone was making a run for it.
"Abgar! Follow them!"
"With pleasure," the stout alien replied sinisterly. He powered up, and launched into the air, shooting off after whoever it was that left.
Lernam grit his teeth, looking around for the headmaster. The weak human was no doubt dead at this point, the explosion was probably too much for him. The fires cascaded upwards into the night sky, casting its orange glow across the complex. Those kids had better not have escaped…
"Looking for something?" A voice called from behind him. He whipped around to find the headmaster… and a young woman.
"It's about time you showed up, 17," the girl replied. "It was awfully boring."
"You didn't have to suck up to this slime, so I'd call it a fair trade off," the boy answered tauntingly.
"Who are you?" Lernam asked, squaring his feet and clenching his fists. He would make short work of them… they didn't even have any registered ki.
The girl looked at him coolly. "17 and 18, at your service."
The one called 17 picked up his communication device once more. "You can go, Ubuu."
Behind them, the walls of the confinement area came crashing down, kicking up dust and debris as the concrete slammed into the ground. Ubuu? The leader of the Wayward? Here? Lernam smirked… So they were trying to free the saiyajin children… He would put a stop to that.
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Abgar raced across the skies, pursuing the trail of ki viciously. He grinned. They were far too slow. Setting his strength, he powered up once more, launching rapidly towards the target…
What the hell?
He looked below him, having caught up to the "runaway"… It was merely a tiny ball of metal, leaving a trail of ki in its wake. A rather clever device, most likely designed to take their attention- which it did. Abgar smiled again. He would get the dirty humans who did this…He grabbed the instrument in his hand, bringing it before his blue-skinned face, observing it with the yellow eyes that were characteristic of a Galactic.
He chuckled again, turning the ball over in his palm…
Without warning, it suddenly released a tiny beep, opening up slowly before his eyes. He peered closely, waiting to see what was going to happen…
And the next thing he knew, his body was wrapped in a powerful explosion.
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"AHHH!!!" With a powerful roar, Lernam's blue aura came into being, coruscating around him with its bright hue. He launched forward, slamming his fist into 18, much to her dismay. She was sent launching through the burning rubble, flipping head over heels to her death. While in midair, the General whirled around to find 17 gone…
"Up here." He glanced up to meet the human's surprise attack, a fierce kick that came crashing against his skull. It sent him careening across the mud of the courtyard, bouncing along the way. There was no way a human could possibly deliver a blow with that much power behind it… So there was only one explanation. They weren't human.
"I'll have to admit, robot!" he shouted. "You caught me off guard. But not again." With unmatched speed, he dove towards the 17, throwing his knee up into the android's gut. He followed up with a blow to the spinal column, launching his body through the air. Suddenly, he was rammed in the side by 18, recovered from her earlier assault. She continued her attack with a swift kick to the side, only to have it blocked and countered with an elbow to the sternum. She let out a loud shriek, rolling across the ground to strike against the concrete wall painfully… if she could even feel it. Lernam smirked. He may be getting old, but he still had quite the fighting spirit inside of him. Now, to finish these two off…
"AHH!!" 17's scream reached his ears just before the fist connected with his temple. He stumbled backwards a few steps, planting his feet to slide in the dirt to halt his movement.
"You're lucky I can't sense you," Lernam grunted, wiping the speck of blood from his cheek. "This will be most interesting, robot."
"We shall see."
They both shouted, darting forwards with fists raised…