Dragonball: Universe
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Ubuu cursed, thrusting his body between that of Abgar and the kids, in order to fill in the gap. The general had begun to press his advantage, knowing that the reincarnation of Buu's attention was divided between himself, and the saiyajin children. He began to make small quips about it, acting as if he was going to strike out at them, only to make a blow to Ubuu instead. The warrior grit his teeth, wishing there was something he could do to keep the distraction at bay.
Another solid fist went plowing into his ribcage, causing him to nearly double over in pain. Abgar laughed loudly, each shrill chuckle sending a chill up Ubuu's spine. He rose from the ground, shouting as he drove a knee up into the Galactic's face. The blue skinned being stumbled for a few meters, and pivoted on his planted foot to leap back at the Earthen hero. They collided in a brutal display of force, smashing elbows and fists alike as they exchanged violent blows.
"Having trouble, Wayward?" Abgar questioned as he drove Ubuu back slowly. The human did not reply, only grit his teeth, setting his feet to spin quickly and thrust a shoulder against his opponent's chest. He followed with a leaping kick to the skull, and then sent a ki blast directly into the alien's face.
Knowing the fault of waiting for the smoke to clear, Ubuu raced forward, clubbing his fists together to swing down against Abgar's back, knocking him down into the hard ground beneath. It shook violently, and the two stumbled from the quake.
Wiping a speck of blood from his face, the General turned to face the leader of the Wayward. "You know you're not going to make it out of here alive?"
Ubuu cocked his head curiously, as if to ask, "Oh?"
"The ground troops are nearly here," Abgar chuckled as he stood to his feet. "And the air support..."
Suddenly, a massive barrage of ki-enhanced pulser turret fire rained down upon the land where the two were standing, shredding the earth itself with its piercing ammo. Ubuu dived away, listening as the General continued to laugh smugly to himself, the torrent of gunfire blazing all around them.
"Get the saiyajin!" he shouted, raising his fist in the air. The sweeping sensation of terror that swept over Ubuu was like nothing he had ever felt before. He whipped around to find several Galactic Elites, racing towards the institution walls, pulser rifles raised to open fire on the saiyajin.
No! he thought, and burst into a sprint towards them. Overhead, two of the G-X9's broke into a tight formation, corkscrewing against the night sky to loop back around towards the institution. Ubuu caught them in the corner of his eye just in time, and dove to the ground to barely escape the assault. As they did before, the fighters tore apart the earth with their turret blaze, each blast ripping deep trenches against the ground. Ubuu was on his feet within a second, still running towards the saiyajins.
"Run!" He shouted, noticing that the Elites were just beyond them. They reached the children first, clubbing both Shawn and James in the head with the butts of their weapons, and taking a hold of John. They reached down to grab the other two children, but were met with the misfortune of Ubuu, who drove his fists against each one. They flipped backwards viciously, colliding against the institution wall. As he turned to find the third soldier, he was met with a blow across his own face that cartwheeled him sideways through the air. Abgar.
In a combination of frustration and anger, Ubuu released a primal shriek, vaulting his body towards that of the Galactic's. He headbutted him explosively, and followed up his attack by placing his hands upon the being's stomach, firing a sudden shot of ki against it. It launched him backwards to smash through the hub of the institution, bringing down its steel and concrete outer walls with him. He had to get to the kids...
When he glanced around, he found Shawn and James in their spots, rubbing their heads groggily as they tried to stand. In the distance, a Galactic freighter was rushing away, staying low to the ground in order to avoid airborn onslaught. It was heading towards the city... Pretty soon, and John would be lost forever... which meant that Ubuu had failed... He clenched his hands tightly, wishing that there was something he could do. But he had to stay with these two until Piccolo arrived... Piccolo...
In a stroke of unbelievable luck, Ubuu looked upwards to find the inisgnia of the famed Capsule Corp. runner vessel, descending towards him. The door slid open quickly, and both 17 and 18 dived out.
"Where is the other?" 17 asked without hesitation. 18 scooped the other two in her arms, handing them towards Piccolo, who was waiting in the doorway. In the distance, Ubuu could hear the sounds of the whining jets of the G-X9's making another pass towards the institution, followed by the sirens of the Galactic foot troops, closing in from the Western City side. The night sky was now ablaze with the color of flame, its orange incandescent glow radiating off of the midnight blue surface. The flickering light seemed to dance off of the eyes of the children, who were confused beyond all belief.
"Where is the other?" 17 repeated, bringing Ubuu to his senses. "We have to hurry, or he'll fall into their hands."
"He escaped in a military freighter," Ubuu answered quickly.
"Model?" 18 inquired, joining them.
Ubuu ran over a brief slew of images in his mind, recalling the various planets and species that the Galactics ran their shipments through. Large green frame, heavy, but lightweight, rear thrusters, "gill" vents, lower turrets, overhead hatch... "Kalinsi," he said, after a moment's pause.
"We're on it," 17 said. "Come on."
"Thanks for the volunteer," 18 replied sarcasitcally. And with that, the two disappeared in a flash, sprinting hurriedly to follow the Kalinsi freighter to Western City.
"Let's get out of here," Piccolo stated, and reached for Ubuu's hand...
"AHHHH!!!" Abgar's cry of revenge struck Ubuu's ears just after his body did. He tackled the dark warrior with a demon's ferocity, his charred skin feeling almost like sandpaper to the hero of Earth. Together, they rolled and bounded across the courtyard, smashing through the remnants of the institution's walls. Ubuu grit his teeth, thrusting the Galactic's body from his own, attempting to make his way towards the runner vessel. As his eyes connected with Piccolo's, both fighters felt a sudden sensation...
The G-X9's. The two craft came roaring into the courtyard, with targets locked onto the ship...
"Kale! Go!" Piccolo shouted, leaping from the metallic flier to go soaring into the sky, powering up as he did so. Another aircraft made its way into the mix now, bombarding both Piccolo and Kale in the ship with a rain of pulser fire. The Namek flipped back, narrowly dodging the streams of power, spinning in the air to avoid having a limb torn off. With his attention distracted, Ubuu suddenly felt Abgar ram him once again from behind, throwing him several meters before he slid to a halt. Clenching his fists, Ubuu sighed.
This was amounting to be harder than he first perceived.
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"Kalinsi, 12 o'clock," 18 informed 17, as the two raced across the streets that lead into the city. The freighter was just ahead, roaring through Western City so rapidly that the buildings shook violently in its wake. 17 felt his legs blurring in motion underneath him, a testimony to the sheer speed held in their power. Side by side, both him and his counterpart darted in and around moving vehicles, still on foot, trying hard to catch up with the ship that carried one of the saiyajin children. The buildings flew past them in a streak of color and rushing wind, leaving their vision as soon as it entered, becoming yet another part of the past as they launched past each one in turn.
"What's the firing time on the turrets?" 17 asked the other. She had definitely been brushing up on her know-how of the Galactic military, doing what she could stay on top of their technology. He had at first found it rather silly, until it had saved their hides on more than one occasion. Now, he knew to just let her do what she does best.
"Two hundred rounds a second, with a two-tenths of a second recharge between clips," she answered.
"Two-tenths, huh?"
She nodded. "It'll be enough time to lash back."
"Lovely," 17 commented. "You know, I never had you figured for much of a figurehead, what with you being obsessed with what you were going to wear day in and day out."
"Call it a change of heart," she replied dryly. Before he had a chance to make a comeback, the whining of two jets registered in his mind.
"Slashers," he noted, looking behind them. "Look alive." The ships were named after their blade-like appearance, a sharp nose in the front, sleeking back to the rear-mounted thrusts, with the Galactic insignia ornating the top. The firing chambers were located on each side panel, forming an actual "X" pattern as they turned to fire, which could effectively decimate its targets, thus giving it its well-deserved nickname.
The gliders opened fire, their streams of energy criss-crossing the pavement of the streets of Western City, racing up the lanes of traffic. Cars and buildings alike were torn in two, sometimes more pieces. 17 and 18 split as a stream of gunfire darted between them, the pulser rounds igniting powerful eruptions as it cracked the concrete. 17 kept his eyes focused ahead, using the window panes surrounding him as his guide for what was going on behind him. He and 18 stayed in line with one another, running up either side of the street as the Slashers continued to do their work on the populace. A volley of pulser fire crossed just next to 17, who quickly leaped upwards and to his left, running sideways along a highrise building as the turrets followed him in his upward arch.
Setting his teeth, he sprinted across the windows and concrete alike, his entire body horizontal to the street below, as the pulser fire rammed its way into the foundation of the building itself. He leaped from the wall, just as the upperhalf of the skyscraper came tumbling down behind him. Ahead, the Kalinsi freighter's weight shifted to its port side, its starboard lifting slightly in the air...
"It's turning left," 18's voice rang in his earpiece.
"Thanks for the news flash." They joined up in the center of the road once more, sliding together to angle their bodies for the sudden shift in direction. The two androids continued to move in sync with one another, and turned left down a crowded thoroughfare, watching as the ship stayed low to the ground. Behind them, one of the Slasher pilots had obviously not been paying attention, and slammed directly into a small corner shop, exploding upon contact, instantly incinerating the structure. The other one narrowly missed a similar fate, keeping its belly flush with the vertical rise of a concrete pillar, racing around it to merge back onto its course behind both 17 and 18.
"It would help to get rid of this one," 18 announced, turning to fire blind blasts of ki towards it. It weaved in and out of them, the blasts connecting behind it to explode brilliantly behind it. Civilian craft were roaring noisily past them, doing whatever they could to escape the mayhem.
"It looks like we have other things to worry about," 17 grabbed onto her shoulder then, leaping to the side to avoid a sudden burst of fire from the Kalinsi. He cursed. Now they were being bombarded from both sides...
"Any plans?" he asked, as the two split once more to draw the individual attentions of each turret.
"Not at the moment," 18 replied, dodging a wave of energy that destroyed a park to her right.
"Good," 17 said. "Kami knows we would never want this to be easy."
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Ubuu cursed, thrusting his body between that of Abgar and the kids, in order to fill in the gap. The general had begun to press his advantage, knowing that the reincarnation of Buu's attention was divided between himself, and the saiyajin children. He began to make small quips about it, acting as if he was going to strike out at them, only to make a blow to Ubuu instead. The warrior grit his teeth, wishing there was something he could do to keep the distraction at bay.
Another solid fist went plowing into his ribcage, causing him to nearly double over in pain. Abgar laughed loudly, each shrill chuckle sending a chill up Ubuu's spine. He rose from the ground, shouting as he drove a knee up into the Galactic's face. The blue skinned being stumbled for a few meters, and pivoted on his planted foot to leap back at the Earthen hero. They collided in a brutal display of force, smashing elbows and fists alike as they exchanged violent blows.
"Having trouble, Wayward?" Abgar questioned as he drove Ubuu back slowly. The human did not reply, only grit his teeth, setting his feet to spin quickly and thrust a shoulder against his opponent's chest. He followed with a leaping kick to the skull, and then sent a ki blast directly into the alien's face.
Knowing the fault of waiting for the smoke to clear, Ubuu raced forward, clubbing his fists together to swing down against Abgar's back, knocking him down into the hard ground beneath. It shook violently, and the two stumbled from the quake.
Wiping a speck of blood from his face, the General turned to face the leader of the Wayward. "You know you're not going to make it out of here alive?"
Ubuu cocked his head curiously, as if to ask, "Oh?"
"The ground troops are nearly here," Abgar chuckled as he stood to his feet. "And the air support..."
Suddenly, a massive barrage of ki-enhanced pulser turret fire rained down upon the land where the two were standing, shredding the earth itself with its piercing ammo. Ubuu dived away, listening as the General continued to laugh smugly to himself, the torrent of gunfire blazing all around them.
"Get the saiyajin!" he shouted, raising his fist in the air. The sweeping sensation of terror that swept over Ubuu was like nothing he had ever felt before. He whipped around to find several Galactic Elites, racing towards the institution walls, pulser rifles raised to open fire on the saiyajin.
No! he thought, and burst into a sprint towards them. Overhead, two of the G-X9's broke into a tight formation, corkscrewing against the night sky to loop back around towards the institution. Ubuu caught them in the corner of his eye just in time, and dove to the ground to barely escape the assault. As they did before, the fighters tore apart the earth with their turret blaze, each blast ripping deep trenches against the ground. Ubuu was on his feet within a second, still running towards the saiyajins.
"Run!" He shouted, noticing that the Elites were just beyond them. They reached the children first, clubbing both Shawn and James in the head with the butts of their weapons, and taking a hold of John. They reached down to grab the other two children, but were met with the misfortune of Ubuu, who drove his fists against each one. They flipped backwards viciously, colliding against the institution wall. As he turned to find the third soldier, he was met with a blow across his own face that cartwheeled him sideways through the air. Abgar.
In a combination of frustration and anger, Ubuu released a primal shriek, vaulting his body towards that of the Galactic's. He headbutted him explosively, and followed up his attack by placing his hands upon the being's stomach, firing a sudden shot of ki against it. It launched him backwards to smash through the hub of the institution, bringing down its steel and concrete outer walls with him. He had to get to the kids...
When he glanced around, he found Shawn and James in their spots, rubbing their heads groggily as they tried to stand. In the distance, a Galactic freighter was rushing away, staying low to the ground in order to avoid airborn onslaught. It was heading towards the city... Pretty soon, and John would be lost forever... which meant that Ubuu had failed... He clenched his hands tightly, wishing that there was something he could do. But he had to stay with these two until Piccolo arrived... Piccolo...
In a stroke of unbelievable luck, Ubuu looked upwards to find the inisgnia of the famed Capsule Corp. runner vessel, descending towards him. The door slid open quickly, and both 17 and 18 dived out.
"Where is the other?" 17 asked without hesitation. 18 scooped the other two in her arms, handing them towards Piccolo, who was waiting in the doorway. In the distance, Ubuu could hear the sounds of the whining jets of the G-X9's making another pass towards the institution, followed by the sirens of the Galactic foot troops, closing in from the Western City side. The night sky was now ablaze with the color of flame, its orange incandescent glow radiating off of the midnight blue surface. The flickering light seemed to dance off of the eyes of the children, who were confused beyond all belief.
"Where is the other?" 17 repeated, bringing Ubuu to his senses. "We have to hurry, or he'll fall into their hands."
"He escaped in a military freighter," Ubuu answered quickly.
"Model?" 18 inquired, joining them.
Ubuu ran over a brief slew of images in his mind, recalling the various planets and species that the Galactics ran their shipments through. Large green frame, heavy, but lightweight, rear thrusters, "gill" vents, lower turrets, overhead hatch... "Kalinsi," he said, after a moment's pause.
"We're on it," 17 said. "Come on."
"Thanks for the volunteer," 18 replied sarcasitcally. And with that, the two disappeared in a flash, sprinting hurriedly to follow the Kalinsi freighter to Western City.
"Let's get out of here," Piccolo stated, and reached for Ubuu's hand...
"AHHHH!!!" Abgar's cry of revenge struck Ubuu's ears just after his body did. He tackled the dark warrior with a demon's ferocity, his charred skin feeling almost like sandpaper to the hero of Earth. Together, they rolled and bounded across the courtyard, smashing through the remnants of the institution's walls. Ubuu grit his teeth, thrusting the Galactic's body from his own, attempting to make his way towards the runner vessel. As his eyes connected with Piccolo's, both fighters felt a sudden sensation...
The G-X9's. The two craft came roaring into the courtyard, with targets locked onto the ship...
"Kale! Go!" Piccolo shouted, leaping from the metallic flier to go soaring into the sky, powering up as he did so. Another aircraft made its way into the mix now, bombarding both Piccolo and Kale in the ship with a rain of pulser fire. The Namek flipped back, narrowly dodging the streams of power, spinning in the air to avoid having a limb torn off. With his attention distracted, Ubuu suddenly felt Abgar ram him once again from behind, throwing him several meters before he slid to a halt. Clenching his fists, Ubuu sighed.
This was amounting to be harder than he first perceived.
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"Kalinsi, 12 o'clock," 18 informed 17, as the two raced across the streets that lead into the city. The freighter was just ahead, roaring through Western City so rapidly that the buildings shook violently in its wake. 17 felt his legs blurring in motion underneath him, a testimony to the sheer speed held in their power. Side by side, both him and his counterpart darted in and around moving vehicles, still on foot, trying hard to catch up with the ship that carried one of the saiyajin children. The buildings flew past them in a streak of color and rushing wind, leaving their vision as soon as it entered, becoming yet another part of the past as they launched past each one in turn.
"What's the firing time on the turrets?" 17 asked the other. She had definitely been brushing up on her know-how of the Galactic military, doing what she could stay on top of their technology. He had at first found it rather silly, until it had saved their hides on more than one occasion. Now, he knew to just let her do what she does best.
"Two hundred rounds a second, with a two-tenths of a second recharge between clips," she answered.
"Two-tenths, huh?"
She nodded. "It'll be enough time to lash back."
"Lovely," 17 commented. "You know, I never had you figured for much of a figurehead, what with you being obsessed with what you were going to wear day in and day out."
"Call it a change of heart," she replied dryly. Before he had a chance to make a comeback, the whining of two jets registered in his mind.
"Slashers," he noted, looking behind them. "Look alive." The ships were named after their blade-like appearance, a sharp nose in the front, sleeking back to the rear-mounted thrusts, with the Galactic insignia ornating the top. The firing chambers were located on each side panel, forming an actual "X" pattern as they turned to fire, which could effectively decimate its targets, thus giving it its well-deserved nickname.
The gliders opened fire, their streams of energy criss-crossing the pavement of the streets of Western City, racing up the lanes of traffic. Cars and buildings alike were torn in two, sometimes more pieces. 17 and 18 split as a stream of gunfire darted between them, the pulser rounds igniting powerful eruptions as it cracked the concrete. 17 kept his eyes focused ahead, using the window panes surrounding him as his guide for what was going on behind him. He and 18 stayed in line with one another, running up either side of the street as the Slashers continued to do their work on the populace. A volley of pulser fire crossed just next to 17, who quickly leaped upwards and to his left, running sideways along a highrise building as the turrets followed him in his upward arch.
Setting his teeth, he sprinted across the windows and concrete alike, his entire body horizontal to the street below, as the pulser fire rammed its way into the foundation of the building itself. He leaped from the wall, just as the upperhalf of the skyscraper came tumbling down behind him. Ahead, the Kalinsi freighter's weight shifted to its port side, its starboard lifting slightly in the air...
"It's turning left," 18's voice rang in his earpiece.
"Thanks for the news flash." They joined up in the center of the road once more, sliding together to angle their bodies for the sudden shift in direction. The two androids continued to move in sync with one another, and turned left down a crowded thoroughfare, watching as the ship stayed low to the ground. Behind them, one of the Slasher pilots had obviously not been paying attention, and slammed directly into a small corner shop, exploding upon contact, instantly incinerating the structure. The other one narrowly missed a similar fate, keeping its belly flush with the vertical rise of a concrete pillar, racing around it to merge back onto its course behind both 17 and 18.
"It would help to get rid of this one," 18 announced, turning to fire blind blasts of ki towards it. It weaved in and out of them, the blasts connecting behind it to explode brilliantly behind it. Civilian craft were roaring noisily past them, doing whatever they could to escape the mayhem.
"It looks like we have other things to worry about," 17 grabbed onto her shoulder then, leaping to the side to avoid a sudden burst of fire from the Kalinsi. He cursed. Now they were being bombarded from both sides...
"Any plans?" he asked, as the two split once more to draw the individual attentions of each turret.
"Not at the moment," 18 replied, dodging a wave of energy that destroyed a park to her right.
"Good," 17 said. "Kami knows we would never want this to be easy."