Dragon Ball X
Well, back to school for me. Oh well, I actually find it easier to write when I'm not on holidays, since I don't have that "I'll do it later" attitude when school's in.
So, on with the chapter!
000
"It will all be resolved tomorrow."
Geani was as stern and stoic as ever, walking upright without any slouch or droop whatsoever. Likewise, Ferris also showed no sign of self-belittlement.
"Yes," he said quietly. "For better or worse."
"It will be better," reassured Geani calmly. "I have no hesitation when I say that you will strike Primal down, and Haven will be much safer for it."
Ferris shook his head. "That's not what I meant."
It was dark, the sun having died long before. The day was over, but few were asleep, hundreds of unaware citizens roaming the streets and markets. They had no idea of the threat being posed to them, and hopefully never would.
The tall skyscrapers of Grandiose City –the largest and greatest of the five Chief Cities - rose above them, the metropolis seeming to be attempting to dominate over the Haviens below. Most still blinked with a thousand eyes, the lights within the windows blazing out into the dark city. Residents swarmed the pavement, and the humming engines of cars filled the air.
At ground level, on the lowest levels of the buildings, several stores and shops operated, making up the market district. Due to the Martial Arts Tournament, the various merchants were making a bundle, and the open shopfronts glazed the street with artificial light, the heat from hundreds of lamps seeping into the air. The stench of sweat and food hung everywhere.
It was down on of these streets that Geani and Ferris strolled now. The final match of the tournament wouldn't take place until the next day, allowing Ferris and Primal the night to rest and prepare.
Geani grimaced slightly, his thick brows furrowing. "Yes, I see what is worrying you…" He flickered his gaze sideways, but Ferris didn't return the look, keeping his eyes forward. "You must find out everything you are able to. If he has comrades, they will almost certainly attack Haven should Primal be killed. If that is the case, you must forfeit."
"I've realised that," answered Ferris guardedly. If not for the magnitude of the situation, he would not accept the terms; the man had never given up a fight in his life, even to the point of dying against Frieza's soldier Cuo in an effort to stop him.
But in this case, he might have to. If Primal was not alone, Ferris could not risk killing him, but neither could he allow himself to be defeated, for Primal would no doubt kill him if he lowered his guard. The only option remaining would be to quit, leaving them both alive.
Of course, if Primal was alone, he would be open to a full attack without restraint. The quicker he could be killed the better.
"You don't like that outcome," suggested Geani, smiling emotionlessly. Ferris shook his head.
"No, I don't. Hopefully it won't come to that; Rhuna is almost certain that he is here by himself."
"That may be true, but we cannot blindly believe that it is so," answered Geani, as the pair turned a corner.
Ferris looked up at the dim moon, almost unable to be seen when compared to the thousands points of light coming from the scrapers surrounding them. The enormous digital reading on the side of a nearby building clocked over to 11:00pm. "I know. But I hope to the Kais that it is."
000
"Negotiation is a fine art, and it takes a skilled practitioner to correctly put it into practice. Too far a stretch or to sudden a suggestion could instantly sever the delicate connection formed between two representatives, particularly when one is experienced and the other not. To counter this, negotiation must be taken slowly, with few large steps.
Be on your guard at all times. A false word or a seemingly innocent comment could offend or outright anger your opposing delegate, especially one of a foreign culture. Tread carefully around an unknown or easily offended nation. It could undo the entire process."
Arnika licked her finger and turned the page, as the digital clock on the small table beside the king-sized bed beeped. It was 11:00pm. Arnika yawned, and continued reading. Her eyes scanned quickly over the text on the page, absorbing it all in and storing it in her brain. Not a single word was forgotten.
The young woman sunk her head back into the thick pillow, feeling its softness. The hotel – five stars, of course – provided extremely comfortable arrangements, well worth the money that it had cost. She laughed in her head at the idea; the total sum had barely put a fraction of a dent in her wallet.
Arnika yawned again, but didn't halt in her reading. She knew from years of staying up late that sleep came in gradual waves; if she rode it out, she'd be fully awake again in less than fifteen minutes. The relaxing sound of faint running water came from the bathroom to her right, as Blitzo showered. Arnika thought briefly thought about joining him under the steamy water, but rejected the idea; after all, she'd only just showered herself a short while before, and her hair was just beginning to dry. The normally straight brown strands hung straggled around her shoulders, her relatively dry skin protected from the wet hair by a light blue bathrobe.
A few minutes later, the heavily decorated door to the bathroom swung open, and the love of her life stepped out, scratching his armpit. Blitzo's two-layered hair sat flat on his head, still soaked, and his bare chest was glistening with water droplets. A fluffy white towel was wrapped tightly around his waist, shielding his lower body from view. Not that Arnika would have minded.
"Where did you learn to dry yourself?" she asked, taking her eyes from her book to look at him. Blitzo laughed as he skirted around the king bed to his side.
As he veered into the large space between the bed and the wall, Blitzo spun on one foot, slowly and deliberately hammering out with the other, kicking an imaginary opponent in the gut. As his enemy fell to the ground, wincing, Blitzo shifted his weight from leg to leg, holding his fists up as if he was about to start boxing.
Which he then did, punching the air and then ducking behind his arms as his invisible adversary attempted uselessly to fight back.
"You look like an idiot," came Arnika's sarcastic voice, but Blitzo continued in his fight, ducking and weaving around the space next to the bed.
"I wish I was the one fighting Primal tomorrow," he grunted, retreating under a hail of blows before recovering with a powerful uppercut that sent his imaginary enemy flying into the air, jaw broken.
Arnika just turned back to her book, smirking. "Well, it's your own fault. You're the one who forfeited from the tournament…"
Blitzo scowled, both from his own bad decision and from the fact that he was being ganged up on by three new enemies, each as strong as the one he had just defeated.
With two powerful kicks, he annihilated the two swooping in from either side, before finishing the third off with a make-believe ki blast.
"Pow!"
"Idiot…"
Her voice was layered with affection underneath, and she had an embarrassed grin on her face. Blitzo laughed, and went to perform a final high kick, only for the towel around his waist to untie and fall in a heap at his feet.
Arnika gave a mock screech and covered her face with her book, but Blitzo knew she wasn't being serious.
"You can look," he said, shaking his head. "I'm covered anyway."
Arnika's book lowered back down and she saw that he was already wearing the lower half of the skin-tight elastic body suit that Saiyans wore under their battle armour. All three Saiyans had kept the body suits, despite their new lives on Haven.
Blitzo edged his foot under the crumpled towel and flicked it into his hands. As he finished drying off his body, Arnika yawned again, before picking up a bookmark from the bedside table and slipping it into the inside crease of the pages, closing the book around it.
As she placed the book back on the table, she felt the other side of the bed sink as Blitzo lowered himself onto it, sitting with his back to her. His hair was ruffled and messy from where he had attempted to dry it.
"Well, at least I can take some credit for Primal," he said stubbornly. "After all, if I hadn't have had the idea to come to this tournament we never would have found out about him. It's because of me that we get to fight him at all."
Arnika laughed. "The only people I know who are more arrogant than you are Makurin and Rhuna…"
"You forgot yourself."
"Yes, thank you."
They began to laugh together, unrestrained and personal. Blitzo twisted from his position so he could see her, eyes capturing her entire being. With an incredible rush, he watched as her delicate smooth frame lay upon the deep red bedsheets, and in that moment was as in love with her as he had been when she'd first kissed him.
Arnika caught him looking at her, and she smiled. "What are you staring at, idiot eyes?"
"Just at you."
Arnika gave a sort of half-giggle, half-cough, and rolled over onto her side to face him. "You're so sweet for an alien monkey that could tear someone limb from limb…"
Blitzo chuckled. He loved that about Arnika; the richest woman in the world, with an intellect to rival the greatest genii in history, and yet she possessed a sarcastic wit and still acted like a bratty teenager.
"No, I really mean it; I'd never had thought I'd be able to be with someone like you. You're…perfect, and awesome, and…incredible."
Arnika blushed. She'd heard this sort of speech before, but Blitzo always managed to make her feel that little bit more special. He shifted on the bed, and she saw that look in his eye, and she grinned massively.
"NO, no, no, no, no, no, no!" she squealed, rolling over as Blitzo scrambled across the sheets at her. "Get off, get off!"
Her laugh was so carefree and innocent, and she thumped him playfully on the back as the Saiyan scooped her up. The two rolled over a few times, but Blitzo's superior strength won out and he pinned her gently to the bed, their faces centimetres apart.
A loud banging noise sounded through the wall behind the bed, as Kenta's voice sounded through from the next room, extremely muffled. "Get a room, you two!"
"We are in a room!" shouted Arnika back.
"Carry on then."
Blitzo laughed as he looked into Arnika's eyes, and they didn't even need to speak, simply revelling in each other's embrace. Then, as they got so close that their noses were touching, Blitzo placed his hand on her neck, and kissed her. Arnika melted beneath his body, her eyes closing, and for at least ten seconds they just stayed that way.
Blitzo felt Arnika wrap her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, feeling her warm skin beneath him. Her eyes were still closed, lids fluttering slowly, and he felt a rush of passion.
The Saiyan broke out of the kiss, and looked at her face, his thumb brushing along her flushed cheek.
"I've been wanting to do that all day," he said.
"So have I."
They kissed again, but it was only brief before Arnika tapped him on the nose.
"Come on," she said. "Ferris is fighting tomorrow, we can't be up all night."
Blitzo smirked, accepting it. That was one of the things that Arnika loved about him. "Am I that repulsive?"
Arnika chuckled softly, and gave him a quick peck. "Of course not."
Blitzo smiled and kissed her one last time before rolling off and climbing under the sheets. With a small flick, Arnika switched off the lights from the switch beside the headboard, and they were cast into darkness. As she relaxed into the bed, she felt Blitzo embrace her from behind, and she rolled back over and rested her head on his still-bare chest, hugging him against her body.
"Good night, beautiful," he murmured, and Arnika felt warm inside.
"Goodnight, you idiot."
000
"God, I'm getting all sweaty already," growled Kenta, and to his right, Zeang set his jaw, nodding.
"I am too."
The psychic flickered his eyes across to the other side of the arena, and caught Geani's eye. Geani nodded once, and Zeang nervously checked on the positions of the others for the hundredth time, knowing that Geani was doing the same. They'd decided to split up across the stadium in case Primal made good on his threat to start his slaughter a little early. They had to have all their bases covered.
"Look," said Kenta, elbowing Zeang. He pointed down at a small entrance in one of the corners of the arena, where the announcer was hurrying out of. "I think it's about to start."
Zeang swallowed. "So it begins…how sudden."
With every eye in the crowd on him, the announcer climbed into the ring and stood in the middle, throwing his arm into the air, microphone held to his mouth.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I will not keep you waiting any longer! Contestants, enter the ring!"
The crowd swelled as one as Ferris stepped from the Barracks, tall and handsome. His sharp blue eyes showed no sign of quailing as he reached the ring and stepped up, and raised an arm.
"Huh?" muttered Zeang, a mask of confusion covering his face. "He's wearing Shinsou's sheath on his back!"
Weapons were forbidden in the tournament, so the sheath was empty, but it still puzzled Zeang. Ferris hadn't worn it for any of his other fights.
A second later, most of the cheers fell as Primal arrived. His mottled grey-blue skin and generally unappealing appearance looked positively monstrous.
Primal smiled wickedly at Ferris, his razor sharp teeth clinking eerily together. Ferris stared him down coldly without fear, and said nothing.
"Let the Grand Final of the World Martial Arts Tournament…BEGIN!"
The announced scuttled backwards as fast as he could, hightailing it out of there. He'd seen – along with everyone else in the audience – the inhavien skills of both Primal and Ferris. To dawdle around when they were about to fight would be suicide.
Ferris waited for him to get a short distance away before shifting into a combat position, hunching at the knees and tucking his elbows into his sides. Primal, however, didn't make a move, just twisting his head to watch the man run away. He cackled softly, and looked at Ferris.
"You…you're with them, aren't you?"
"If you mean the Saiyans, then yes I am," replied Ferris valiantly.
For a split second, Primal's expression changed, his hairless brows twitching. The sun shined from above onto the lumpy skin covering his bald head, causing it to look pale and sickly. A second later, he recovered, that selfish smirk back on his face.
"Then I guess you know all about their traumatic past. Frieza got a little sloppy, it seems he missed a few of those monkeys…"
Ferris snarled angrily, and dashed forward. Primal did the same, both hands at the ready. His deadly sharp nails were at least an inch and a half long, and a corrupted black. The two leapt at each other when they grew close, lashing out and each landing a glancing blow on the other's shoulder before continuing past and landing on the other side.
Ferris crouched as he landed, and instantly spun around to his right, pirouetting on his right foot and bringing his left hurricaning around to strike at Primal directly behind him.
Primal had turned as well, aiming for another punch, but as he saw Ferris' rapidly incoming kick, he relaxed his hand and caught the Havien's leg against the back of his wrist. The impact sent a shock running through his entire body, but he managed to hold it back.
Ferris quickly lowered his foot so that he was standing on both legs, and punched with his right hand, keeping up a constant offence. At the same time, Primal lashed out with his hand as well, fingers held straight with those deadly claws, and Ferris was forced to grab Primal's wrist with his left hand to stop them from splitting his face. Likewise, the mercenary caught his punch, and the two began to grapple.
"When this fight is done, you'll never return to this planet!" grunted Ferris, and Primal laughed painfully. His skin felt clammy and horrible beneath Ferris' fingers.
"I have to s-say..." Primal strained. "You're not bad for a Havien…but I'm still superior." His razor nails grew closer to Ferris' face, only inflating his own confidence.
What Ferris did next took him quite by surprise.
"I think not!"
Faster than Primal could react or even register what was happening, Ferris lifted himself into the air, using Primal's arms as makeshift monkey-bars. Flipping his body horizontally, he kicked Primal flat-footed in the face, crushing his nose and breaking Primal's grip on his fist.
As Primal was thrown backward by the kick, Ferris used the kinetic energy from the kick to right himself, backflipping until his body was the right way up and landing in a crouch.
Primal skidded to a stop, his face twisted into a revolting snarl. Blood trickled from his shattered nose, running down his neck and clogging up his wrinkled and unused gills.
"Y-You…how did you…" he grunted, shaking in anger and pain. The manoeuvre had taken him by surprise; he sure hadn't seen that coming…
Ferris just stared with cold sternness. And then, incredibly, he simply vanished, and Primal flinched.
There was a sickening crack as Ferris' foot once again smashed into Primal's face, this time from below the chin. Ferris had appeared under him, holding his body up upside down. As the blow connected, Primal bellowed in pain, head snapping backwards.
Suddenly, he saw a blur fly over his head as Ferris jumped over the top, and a split second later, the Havien grabbed Primal's arms from behind, and placed his foot on the mercenary's back, and began to pull. Primal gasped as his arms were wrenched behind him at an unnatural angle, and felt the muscles tighten painfully.
"Grgh…Rgahg!" he grunted.
"Who are you?" thundered Ferris, pulling tighter. He received no response, so tightened his grip on Primal's wrists. His iron grasp cut savagely into Primal's wrist, and the mercenary began to shiver, eyes boggling.
"Who are you!" growled Ferris. His voice was a lot quieter, but all the more threatening because of it. Primal inched his head to look at him, teeth bared horribly.
"I'll kill you!" he bellowed, and both of his hands snapped open, the palms glowing ominously. Ferris blanched, but before even he could react, identical balls of light fired from Primal's hands and hit him in the stomach.
"Ferris!" shouted Kenta, as the entire crowd let out a groan. Pretty much every one of them was rooting for Ferris by this point. From where she stood, Rhuna instinctively began to prepare to fly in, but stopped herself just in time.
Ferris cartwheeled wildly backwards, landing heavily on the ground and sliding a good five metres. His normally calm blue eyes were wide open in shock at the sudden attack.
Primal was hunched over, with his back to him, rubbing his shoulder blades and armpits, before turning around and glaring at Ferris, who climbed to his feet, now fully on his guard.
"And once you're dead, I'll kill everyone!" Primal hissed. His dead black eyes were suddenly alive, and a string of spittle was hanging from the corner of his mouth. A dark purple-black aura was beginning to leak from him, tainting the air.
To sum it up in a sentence, he looked quite frightening.
"You'll never kill another soul as long as you live," declared Ferris, and he took a step forward, challenging Primal. "So let's settle this together, one on one."
Primal cackled wildly. "You want to fight me? I could destroy you in an instant if I wanted to. You've seen nothing of me yet! You or that filthy wench! She thought she'd gotten the better of me when she smashed my back, but that was a lucky shot! I'll kill that filthy Saiyan whore, along with every living thing on this godforsaken planet!"
Ferris eyes flashed once. "What did you say?"
Primal's fangs looked like they were growing, and his scale-like skin was beginning to grow tight on his body. "I said…I'll kill you all!"
Primal raised both arms, pointing directly at Ferris. Without a second's hesitation, he let loose, firing a colossal yellow energy beam directly at his enemy. The ki singed the air as it came, covering the distance in less than two seconds.
BOOM!
Kenta's eyes widened as Ferris slammed his fist into the oncoming beam, halting it in its tracks. Even so, the sheer force behind it actually forced his arm back, and for a few seconds he struggled to keep the attack under control.
"DIE!" screamed Primal.
Sparks fired off the beam and hit the ground, sending chunks of the tiles whipping up, each accompanied by a terrifying crack. People in the crowd began to scream, but the danger was finally averted as Ferris' arm split the beam, dissipating most of the energy and sending the remainder roaring back to Primal. As the invader staggered, Ferris fired towards him.
"Leave here now!" he thundered, and sunk his fist directly into Primal's stomach. Primal wretched violently, folding in half under the punch. Drool sagged from his mouth and splashed onto the ground, which began to sizzle, the spit eating it away.
"G-gah-y-you-I-h-ha-hate-you!" grunted Primal, as Ferris removed his arm from the mercenary's stomach region. Primal stumbled backwards, and fell painfully to one knee.
"Leave here now," said Ferris again. "That is your last warning, I can assure you."
Primal's mouth was swimming with blood, the reddish liquid replacing the drool there. Shaking violently, he forced himself to his feet, panting heavily and glaring at Ferris.
"N-No…" he spat. "I won't be defeated by scum like you…I've dealt with your sort before! I'll hit you where it hurts hardest!"
With purple ki swelling around his body, Primal exploded into the air, flying twenty metres into the air and extending both arms out to either side.
"Stop him!" yelled Zeang, but it was too late. Primal's hands glowed bright yellow, and two enormous balls of ki fired from each, scorching directly for the crowd on either side.
People screamed as the attacks fired their way, but there were too many of them to run away, the mob forming into a crushing throng unable to move for the hundreds of others around it. And as they realised their fate, they turned as one to the ki balls heading for them.
SWIZCH!
SWIZCH!
With identical movements, two blurs came out of nowhere in the second left before destruction, flying into the path of the balls.
Arasha and Makurin.
Yelling fiercely, Makurin knocked the orb out of its trajectory with a well-aimed punch, while on the other side of the stadium, Arasha kicked the second ball. They flew high above the stadium and collided, detonating together in a tremendous explosion that sucked the sound and colour from the air.
Primal roared angrily as he saw two of his enemies protecting the crowd. Whipping his arms up again, he fired at the other two sides of the rectangular stadium. The orbs were travelling too fast for Makurin or Arasha to deflect them again.
But once again, they were blocked, Blitzo taking care of one while Mataro took out the other. Primal glared around like a trapped rat as Rhuna and Geani joined the others in the air, and he saw that he was surrounded.
"This…it can't be happening!" he thought furiously. "How are these people here?"
Hearing a faint whistle below him, Primal looked down just in time to see Ferris himself streaking into the sky, fist held back and a roar tearing from his throat. The Havien's closed hand smashed across Primal's cheek, snapping the invader's head back. Primal rolled in the air, strings of blood flying from his mouth.
He screamed angrily, and began to expel ki from all over his body, charging up as much power as he could. Shaking with rage, he glared at Ferris, who hovered a short distance away.
"YOU SCUM!" he roared.
Ferris flickered his gaze at the crowd. Most of them were flocking for the exits, trying to get the hell out of there, but it would still take several minutes for them to completely disperse.
Too long.
"You have to realise by now," he shouted across the Primal. "We're too strong for you. Where's your backup, Primal? Because mine is right here!"
The mercenary didn't answer, and Ferris felt an enormous rush of satisfaction…
Primal was here alone.
Without a second's hesitation, Ferris rocketed forwards and slugged him across the face. Primal's face literally exploded with blood, and he was knocked backwards like a rag-doll, but didn't fall. Amazingly, he twisted his head to look at Ferris, a demonic glare on his face.
"I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that," he growled. "A few punches aren't going to stop me."
"Then how about a kick!" roared Ferris, and in the blink of an eye was behind Primal, and his foot blistered into the back of the alien's bald grey head. And then, just as quickly, he grabbed onto Primal's leg, crushing it in his grip. As Primal's eyes boggled from the blow to the head, Ferris began to swing him around, picking up speed until Primal was a blur.
"Let's get in there," said Kenta, but Zeang shook his head.
"Technically, this is still the Grand Final of the Martial Arts Tournament. It's Ferris' fight, not ours."
As Kenta frowned, Zeang shot him an amused smile. "Besides, don't you think that he can handle it on his own?"
"Well, yes…"
High above, Ferris let go of Primal, sending the mercenary torpedoing towards the ring. With an enormous crash, he collided with the ground, driving into a crater and disappearing from sight under a large pile of rubble. Meanwhile, Ferris lightly flipped in the air and somersaulted gracefully to his feet, twenty feet from the broken Primal.
"He did it," sighed Kenta. "It's all over."
Zeang leaned back, wiping his massive forehead. A few seconds passed in silence as they revelled in their victory, and the remaining spectators gaped down at the victor, Ferris.
But that feeling would not go away.
Zeang's black eyes flared suddenly as he felt it, and turned his incredulous face to where Primal had last smashed into the ground. His mouth was twitching. Kenta felt it too, and standing tall in ring, so did Ferris. His hard gaze flickered back to the debris-filled crater, as the shattered tiles shifted and Primal staggered back to his feet.
His right leg was shot, bent at an unnatural angle, and what looked like a shard of bone protruded from it, blood seeping from the puncture wound and down his leg to collect in a small pool at his feet. He could barely stay upright, arms hanging almost lifelessly. Primal panted heavily, one of his eyes blinded and torn; the other was filled with murderous hate, staring lividly at Ferris.
"He just doesn't give in!" muttered Kenta. "Is he actually incapable of just keeling over and dying?"
Primal wretched suddenly, and vomited a ball of blood onto the shattered ring. He almost looked pathetic, but there was so much rage and hatred in his one remaining eye that he actually looked more nightmarish than anything else.
"Give in," commanded Ferris. "You can't fight anymore. Leave here now."
"I'd r-rather die!" wheezed Primal, his pointed teeth quivering. "I'll make sure that this planet bows beneath Horus, even I don't survive to see it so!"
"What…?" breathed Zeang, his eyes slowly widening. "H-Horus?"
"You won't survive to see it so," snapped Ferris, as he took a step forward. But then, just as quickly, Primal suddenly seemed to rejuvenate, his previously dead arm plunging into the rough layers of skin around his lower body, the flesh absorbing his hand.
And from within, he pulled out a small handheld device. A small red eyepiece was attached, and Primal rushed to attach it to his face.
Instantly, Zeang froze.
"A Scouter?" he thought. "But…we already know that he doesn't have anyone else on Haven with him, and he's definitely not going to measure anyone's Power Level…What's he doing?"
And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit him, accompanied by a paralysing rush of pure fear.
"FERRIS, KILL HIM NOW!" Zeang screamed.
Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, as Ferris turned to look. Not at Zeang, but at who was standing next to him.
"Kenta!" he shouted, and his old student nodded. As Zeang flicked over to look at him, Kenta reached down the back of his gi and drew a shimmering red blade. Shinsou flashed blindingly as the sun reflected off its glittering length, and Kenta raised the sword over his shoulder and threw it.
As Shinsou spun high above the ring, Primal pressed a button on the side of the Scouter and opened his mouth. At the exact same time, Ferris hunched over, summoning the power he carried inside. He had to end this now.
"Kaio-Ken!"
Those spectators still hustling for the exits stopped as one as Ferris' ki turned a deep red, and then it was all over. A great wind blew over the arena, and in the time it took to blink, Ferris had vanished and reappeared behind Primal.
Shinsou was clutched tightly in both hands, snatched out of the air, and Ferris had slashed it vertically down. He held it now, stopping the tip of the blade from touching the ground as he crouched, arms outstretched, sword held straight.
As for Primal, he looked exactly as he had only a second before, finger still pressed up against the small button on the side of the Scouter. His mouth hung open, halfway through speaking, but no sound emerged from his mouth. Only his one eye told the true story; the beady black orb was full of shock.
And then, all emotion and light drained slowly from the sphere, and Primal died. Ferris straightened to his full height, swinging his sword in a large arc before sliding it into the empty sheath strapped to his back.
All was still.
It was quiet at first, but slowly, a great sound rose through the stadium, as the thousands of members of the crowd that hadn't vacated yet began to cheer, a vast roar echoing across the arena. The terrifying being that they called Primal had been stopped by the one named Ferris. He would threaten them no more.
For the first time since he had first discovered about Primal, Ferris relaxed, a small smile appearing on his hard face. He turned and walked out of the ring, strolling to the Barracks.
And Primal's lifeless body, still standing motionless in the ring, slid apart, sliced vertically in half by Ferris' killing stroke. The two parts of him toppled to the ground, and just like that, the World Martial Arts Tournament came to a close.
000
Ding-dong, the Primal's dead! Which old Primal? The Wicked Primal!
Taa-daa. Hope the final fight was ok. I'm just glad to get it done. It turned out the way I originally envisioned, so I'm happy, but I hope it makes sense. But…there still remain unanswered questions. For example…who was Primal really working for?
I'll leave you to ponder that. Stay tuned for the next chapter of Dragon Ball X. Or not, if you don't want to. It's up to you, really.
Toodles!
000
Geani: Wait, wait, hold up now! How come Zeang got to be the one calling the shots? I'm way more experienced!
Zeang: Because I know more about alien races, that's why! Also, you were zipping around in the air with the others; you can't be calling orders down at Ferris.
Arnika: Where the hell was I in that fight? Was I even watching?
Zeang: Don't have a clue.
Animaster21: Ah, hehe…sorry about that. To be honest I don't know where you were either…my bad.
Geani, Zeang, and Arnika: *Shakes fists angrily*