Note: You might have missed chapter 6, I only uploaded it a couple of days ago. After finally being released from exams, I experienced a sudden burst of writing and decided to just go back to normal weekly Sunday updates, so…yeah. Back to normal schedule!
Chapter 7: Awakening
Kajiba no Meishou! Kowaranai Tate!
Fasha wiped a trail of blood off of her face, staring off towards the horizon where the pyrotechnics were just beginning to die down. Those kids really did it…they got out. And Bardock, heh…you always liked to have the last word.
Well…She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply as the world faded around her. This place has served its purpose. Back, now…back to sleep.
"Next, next already," King Yemma snarled, stamping another load of paperwork. What's with the sudden rush from all over the universe? "And, uh…that's a...large file," he said, gulping as a huge leaflet smacked down onto his desk. "Long, eventful life?"
"You could say that," a familiar voice replied.
Yemma looked up in surprise. "B-Baba?!" He leaned forwards. "You're not guiding anyone this time? You really…"
"Yes, my turn has finally come," she said wearily. "Do you know what's happening?"
"Only that I'm suddenly swamped," he said, shrugging his expansive shoulders.
"I'm not entirely sure myself," she muttered. "But it's something…bigger than all of us. Almost beyond our comprehension…"
Svartalfheim, the Thirteenth Universe…
"Okay, so first question," Goku asked the drone as he followed it down the twisting, winding mountain path, "we just came out of some weird kinda-real world where—"
"My master observed this," it answered curtly, cutting him off. "A full recount will not be necessary."
"So do you know what it was?" Raditz called, slouching along slightly behind the two of them with his hands in his pockets.
"It is a form of trial you underwent while passing through the void between universes," the drone replied. "I shall explain in full: You were forcefully ejected from your home universe into the void, which is composed of what is known as 'voidstuff', a material that holds the potential to create universes, if directed appropriately. Most beings, if thrust into the void, would be immediately overcome by its power and destroyed in an instant.
"You two, however, are both strong in body and in mind; your extraordinary spirits caused a reaction in the voidstuff and temporarily molded it to your will. Of course, you do not have the power to create entire universes, so a form of small-scale pocket dimension was formed, as a protective shield around you against the nothingness that surrounded you."
Goku frowned. "So why was it…you know, like it was?"
"You were already unconscious and moments from death when you created the space—no conscious thought or direction was given, and inspiration was instead drawn from your deep past; my master detected you at this point, and steered you towards a goal-oriented situation. Normally, only gods can cross universes, but if a mortal succeeds in creating what you did, by completing some sort of goal within that world they can propel themselves back towards a reality—the nearest reality, anyway, which in your case was this one."
"That's…a little complicated…" Goku muttered, scratching his head.
"It does make some sense, though," Raditz supplied, catching up. "If it was formed from our memories…I probably supplied all the saiyans, all of 'em older than us, often stronger at first. I mean, that sounds like a lot of bad memories of my childhood…and early adulthood too, with Nappa and Vegeta…"
Goku nodded. "Yeah, and the Dragon Ball hunt was probably me; that's pretty deeply ingrained. Not to mention constantly growing stronger and overcoming those stronger enemies…I'm guessing the location was a mix—it was like Earth, where I grew up…"
"…and I grew up on battlefields, so it was all ruined," Raditz finished. "Still…we met people who'd been dead for years. Most of 'em died again. Did they really…?"
"I cannot say whether it was 'real' or not," the drone told them. "I do not know, and neither does my master."
"Yeah, well, while we're asking questions, let's talk about you and this 'master'," Raditz decided, a sweeping arm movement indicating the red-lit, mountainous landscape. "Who exactly are they? And 'Thirteenth Universe'? I thought there were twelve."
The drone shook its head. "There are many more than that, or the Eternal would starve. The twelve you know are merely close enough together that their gods can meet and communicate—like the planets in a solar system. The master deduced this when the Eternal attacked this universe."
Goku came to a halt. "Wait—you mean, what's happening back home, that happened here once? You're still here, right? So you won?"
"We…did not lose," the drone answered. Emotion was difficult to read in its face or voice, but sadness was definitely present in that sentence. "When the Eternal came, the master—the Hakaishin of this universe—fought long and hard, but could not prevent its arrival. The group of Shadow Dragons it sent before it were slain, but not before they could accumulate enough negative energy to allow the Eternal's coming. My master knew then that even if he gathered the combined might of all thirteen Gods of Destruction, he could not have prevailed."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense, what happened?!" Raditz snapped as the drone paused. "What'd he do?"
"A terrible, evil thing. The only thing he could do." It raised its head to the heavens. "He had learned something important from one of the Shadow Dragons, you see—that the Eternal feeds off the combined lifeforce of every being in a universe when it consumes one, which is how it sustained itself. So he…denied it this food source. A 'scorched earth' tactic…"
Raditz couldn't help but tremble slightly. "He…he killed…"
The drone nodded. "Most of them. He wiped out almost all life in his own universe, to save those few that he left; the only alternative was that they would all die. He hated himself for it—he still does—but there was no other way."
"That's…horrible…how could he…?" Goku trailed off.
They carried on walking in silence for a while, finally rounding the corner and coming in view of an enormous, perfectly flat plateau that stretched out for miles in every direction. The drone stepped onto it, gesturing them to follow. "So…" Raditz chanced. "How come we haven't heard of this Thirteenth Universe, then?"
"It is forbidden," the drone explained. "My master's tactic worked, and the Eternal gave up its attempt—to consume this universe would require more energy than it would gain from the remaining lifeforms. Some other, further-off universe caught its eye, and it drifted off through the void. Meanwhile, though, the Hakaishin had observed my master's solution, but knew not the cause, so declared him mad and sealed off this universe from the rest, trapping him here." It turned to stare pointedly at Raditz with its 'eyes', rows of blinking red orbs. "The seal blocks a divine being such as him from passing through, but he can send portions of his power to sieze on certain…opportunities, creating a mindless avatar of himself that wreaks destruction, unintentionally doing his work for him. In this way, he hoped to enact his 'solution' on the other twelve universes before the Eternal's inevitable return, to spare them complete destruction."
"Seems that didn't work so well," Raditz shot back.
"No thanks to you," it replied. To respond to his dumbfounded stare, it explained: "You have met and fought with one of these avatars; defeated it, even, and possibly doomed your universe in the process."
"Wait…you don't mean…"
Something materialised—Shifted, Gohan would have recognised—into physical form behind them, feet tapping against the smooth ground. "Indeed; while my official title has been changed to 'the Fallen' amongst the other gods, you may know me better by my true name." It chuckled. "That is, Janemba."
Inferno Gauntlet…
Break and Eighteen had been lucky; after only a few minutes' traversing the boiling wasteland, they had located the door. To be fair, once you were in its general vicinity, it wasn't hard to miss—a glowing pure-white rectangle hanging in empty air contrasted quite sharply against the dull blacks, reds and greys of the landscape.
"Good thing we're almost through…" Eighteen muttered, having long thrown off her jacket. "…this heat is ridiculous."
Break was similarly shedding an outer layer as she responded. "Aren't you an android? Don't you have, I don't know, a thing?" The back-and-forth banter was forced; they'd just had to watch friends die before them, and needed any kind of idle communication to stop themselves from thinking about it.
"What kind of thing?"
"Like, a temperature thing."
"No, I don't have a—" Something sparked in the air between them—a tiny energy bolt, Break realised, so fast she could only see a brief flash of light—and a small impact appeared on Eighteen's forehead; her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell to the ground, out cold.
"Ah. I couldn't sense her energy, so I wanted to see if she was worth worrying about. Evidently not." The speaker, Break realised, was now standing a few feet behind her—she leapt away, turning to face him.
This Shadow Dragon—at least in his humanoid form, she'd learned by now that their true appearance only showed itself at full power—was armoured from head to toe, dark plate decorated with vivid flame patterns. A helmet obscured his face, casting a shadow over all but a pair of glaring yellow eyes. "Your group actually managed to kill Hades…remarkable. But I don't think you're the one that did it. Not with your power."
"Shut up," she growled, powering back up to Super Saiyan 3. "I've got nothing to say to you people." She sped at him, feigning a high swing before ducking low and aiming a swipe at his knee; however, some kind of strange object sprung out of the ground, her fist smashing against it and rebounding painfully, leaving the projection of reflective, dark material unmarked.
She jumped back, knuckles bleeding from the impact. "The hell was that?"
The Shadow Dragon folded his arms. "That was a substance known as Katchin. It is the hardest material in the universe. And I, Hephaestus Shenron, can create and manipulate it as I choose."
"Didn't ask, but thanks," Break grunted.
"It's what the whole tower is made of—I constructed it in seconds," he continued. "You may have noticed back in Eden Palace, energy blasts and the like left the walls unharmed. Katchin is a remarkable substance. It can be broken, of course." He raised one clawed finger, using a mental impulse to increase the height of the Katchin spur he'd blocked Break's attack with until it was level with his shoulders, then lightly tapped it, shattering the entire shape. "But not with strength alone—without the proper technique, only a true god can destroy it. Fortunately for me, my skill and technique are unparalleled; I even dabble in dimensional manipulation, allowing me to create outdoor landscapes like this within much smaller exteriors, such as the tower."
"Man, do you love the sound of your own voice…" Break sighed. "Are you gonna fight me or what?"
"Of course not," Hephaestus retorted. "With your insignificant power, I do not consider you an 'opponent'." He refolded his arms.
"Bastard!" She leapt into the air, coming down towards him foot-first, but more Katchin burst up from the ground, intercepting her; this time, she expected it, flinching at the last instant and managing to half-twist out of the way, only receiving a graze down the side of her leg as she somersaulted away, skidding to rest on the ground and springing back at him.
"I'll consider you an opponent," Hephaestus droned, as she circled rapidly, his mobile shield doing the same to keep up, "when you can move me from this spot. You'll probably just tire yourself out and collapse, and then all I have to do is wait for the Eternal to arrive."
This isn't working… Break realised as another punch was painfully deflected. Gotta fight smarter. She came around for another attack, but just as Hephaestus' shield was raised again, she swung both arms down, using a two-handed blast to fling herself over his head and come down behind him. Not taking the extra time it would take to turn, she used the same motion it took to stand to throw a back kick, but felt the same jarring impact as she struck his barrier. She rolled away, clutching her leg and hissing with pain.
"That was a good plan," Hephaestus admitted. "It would have worked, if it weren't for the insurmountable difference in our reaction times. No matter what you try, you're too slow." He still stood in the same nonchalant position, awaiting her next attempt, columns of Katchin rising and falling around him, preparing to block her next attack.
Damn…I just can't get past it… She straightened up, frowning. But…he said he didn't break it with just strength…there's gotta be a way. Hmm…guess I gotta find out how…this is gonna hurt.
She stood up, facing him directly. "Right…so your shield is as fast as you?"
"Certainly. It will always block you in time."
"Good to know!" She charged in, forcing as much ki as possible into one fist, aura flaring outwards and leaving twin burning jets of gold in her wake as she rocketed at the Shadow Dragon, swinging a punch—directly into a rapidly-forming wall of Katchin. Her energy wave flared, lighting up the surface, before rebounding off of it, sending her sliding backwards, arm shaking from the impact, blood trailing from multiple scrapes on her hand. "Heh."
"This is hardly a laughing matter," Hephaestus snorted. "You charged my defences head-on, and suffered the consequences."
Break drew her arm back again. And not that I'd tell you this…but I also send that energy wave right into the Katchin block, then felt the feedback as it bounced back and hit me—like echolocation, where bats or whatever bounce sound of something to learn its shape. She smiled. Based on the way the energy came back, I've figured out your shield's structure—and it's got pretty evenly-spaced weak points. They're just so small that a normal attack won't normally hit them with any more than a tiny fraction of its full strength.
But…if I get the pattern right, and hit just the weak points with everything…it might work. She began to form energy spheres in both hands, keeping her eyes fixed on her target. "You wanna know something?"
Hephaestus sighed. "What?"
"I'm a quick leaner." She fired, splitting each sphere into dozens of narrow, hyper-focused emerald beams, filling the air around Hephaestus with a matrix of crisscrossing lines of light. His head flicked back and forth as his shields raced to react. "What's this supposed to accomplish? They're simply glancing off, as always!"
"Are they?" She clenched her fists, sending a signal to each tiny, concentrated energy projectile that was now buried deep within the Katchin barriers, having burrowed in through the minute structural weaknesses. On cue, the attacks all detonated at once, blasting great ruptures through all Hephaestus' barriers and thoroughly cracking them all.
Now, while he's still surprised— Break flung her hands forwards, following up with an explosive kiai that shattered the cracked barriers, sending chunks of the crumbling material flying in all directions, accompanied by all-obscuring clouds of dust around the Shadow Dragon.
Hephaestus, already shocked by this development, gave another start. Her ki…vanished?! He suppressed a yelp of surprise as Break's arms gripped him around the waist, her Super Saiyan 3 power resurfacing in an instant. "Something I've been practicing—transforming quicker! Hrrraaa—" She flung herself up and backwards, dragging Hephaestus off his chosen spot on the ground and bringing them both crashing into the dirt a few feet away with her on top, before pushing away, driving a punch down into his shadowed face to propel herself upwards. She arced in the air, backflipping and landing smoothly in front of her prone enemy.
"Well?" She drew herself up, letting her aura flow around her and raising one fist. "I moved you from your spot. Even got a hit in."
Hephaestus picked himself up slowly, shaking his head slightly and rubbing his jaw. "Yes, most impressive," he rumbled. "Very well—as you wish, I shall consider you my opponent. You have won yourself the honour of a warrior's death!" He stalked towards her, eyes burning beneath his helmet.
Before she could react, he raised one finger; it flashed, and something bit into her shoulder, staggering her back a step. Feeling a trickle of blood run down her arm from the wound, she jumped, narrowly avoiding a second burst that shattered the ground beneath her; she angled herself down towards him, swinging a kick at a join between his armour plates, but his hand shot up to intercept, his extended finger reaching out and blocking her leg unflinchingly. She kept up her momentum, spinning away as his hand slashed out after her, a diagonal slice down her back tearing through fabric and grazing skin. Lucky—not quite a direct hit…
She landed, turning back to face him and firing a full-force ki blast as tall as she was; his eyes narrowed, and he sent another burst of ki through his same index finger, easily overwhelming Break's attack and smacking her full-force in the stomach, doubling her over and driving the air from her lungs. She put out a hand to steady herself, gasping in ragged breaths. He did…all that…with that one finger!
"You shouldn't be surprised," Hephaestus gloated. "I'm sure by now you don't need me to tell you the difference between mortal and demigod ki…" he frowned. "Although, to be honest I didn't expect you to survive my attacks for even this long. Not with the power I sensed from you when you first entered my tower…but I think I understand. You've come the furthest of your group, and fought against three Shadow Dragons whose power far outstrips your own. All of these battles at this extremely high level must be making you stronger…"
Not that I should get my hopes up, Break thought grimly. Not when I'm doing this badly and he's still just playing around…still. Getting stronger, that's the thing…Gogeta and Uub were pretty spectacular. Theoretically, I can too—there's supposed to be the potential for this whole 'demigod' crap within the Super Saiyan form…
But, hell, it's not just getting mad. I mean, I can do that. It's a different kind of emotional trigger…there's a kind of purity in that sort of anger. Like someone becoming a Super Saiyan for the first time, all over again. She circled Hephaestus slowly, keeping both eyes on him. But I never went through that…I was born with the potential. While that helped me get real strong at an early age, it means I've never experienced the kind of depth of feeling this kind of power-up would take.
She resumed her stance, narrowing her eyes. But I guess it doesn't matter. Too many people have given everything already…whether winning seems possible or not, I can't do anything but keep going! Summoning up her power, she charged back in towards the Shadow Dragon, seeing him raising his finger to block. Not this crap again! Growling, she followed through with her uppercut, smashing his hand out of the way. Snakelike, his other arm whipped around, catching her wrist and stopping her punch inches from his face.
"You made me use my whole hand…" She really is getting stronger…if this continues, she might become a challenging opponent if I keep playing around like this. Enough, then. "But since I've got hold of your arm…" He raised one foot, planting it in the small of her back and shoving away, twisting her arm in the opposite direction.
Break clenched her teeth, trying to wrest herself free. Damn…it's gonna break—
The pressure was suddenly relieved, and Break dropped to the floor, rolling to her feet and rubbing her aching arm. The day's exertion was suddenly catching up with her, so she powered down from her transformed state. She looked up to see Hephaestus now facing someone new— "Pan?"
"Got back as soon as I could," Pan answered grimly. "Too late…for some."
Break noticed that Pan was wearing a new set of clothes (best described as a high-tech workout outfit), but decided not to ask at the moment. What was important, though, was— "So did it work?"
"Nah." Pan shook her head. "You seem pretty beat-up; let me take this guy."
"Can you?"
"Don't know."
Hephaestus gave a weary shrug. "You can't. I'll just state it as plainly as that. In fact, I doubt you'll even touch me. I'd prefer not to fight you, so please go find something else to do."
Break realised something. "Pan, careful! He can make Katchin shields—you gotta fire ki into their structural weaknesses and blow 'em up from inside!"
"Thanks. Got it." Of course, the main upshot of that is that he probably won't even bother to use the shields… Pan thought. "All right…let's do this." She flung her arms out to the side, letting out a sudden yell and slowly drawing them back in, as if pulling a great weight. Steam began to rise from her arms, back and shoulders, eventually solidifying into a flaming golden aura, illuminating her as if from within.
There it is…Break recognised Pan's unique 'transformation' from occasional sparring matches.
Pan, eyes blank-white, red-tinted hair flowing wildly in the unnatural, warped gravity her power was creating, made the first move—she launched a volley of energy beams, arms pumping backwards and forwards as she continued the barrage for several seconds. Hephaestus merely lowered his head slightly, focusing his ki, and the blasts were deflected before they reached him, veering off and crashing to the floor, throwing up great clouds of dust. Pan, however, had been expecting this, and used this as cover, suppressing her power and dashing in close before powering back up into her pseudo-Super-Saiyan state, readying herself for a close-range assault.
However, she was stopped short by Hephaestus' eyes glaring through the dust cloud at her, twin yellow spotlights fixed on her position. "Your friend tried this trick already!" he snapped. "I won't fall for it this time!" He clenched his fists, a ripple of power spreading out through their surroundings and blowing the dust away in an instant. "Well, now? What do you think of my full power?" He noticed, with some satisfaction, Pan backing away, intimidated. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Hephaestus Shenron, and I am the architect of this tower."
Now sitting a good distance from the battle, Break puzzled over this. There was no appearance change this time…and he's about as strong as Gaia and Hades, but they're supposed to get stronger as we progress…is this really his full power? Can't be.
He's…insanely strong… Pan drew herself up. "Doesn't matter—I gotta get past you!" Burning her aura brighter, she stepped forwards for a quick strike—and was struck by a dizzying impact to the side of her face, spinning her around a half-turn and sending her stumbling away several steps. Never saw him move…just a blur…!
"Hmm, you're tougher than I gave you credit for," Hephaestus conceded. "I was hoping that would take your head off and get this mess over with. Still, you're far too slow to respond." He twitched again, and another invisible blow crashed into Pan's side, sliding her back straight through a large boulder.
"Gah…!" She struggled to regain her balance, but an instant later his hand was at her throat.
"Really, I find all this fighting quite dull," Hephaestus said flatly, tightening his grip.
Pan choked, clawing at his hand, unable to break the hold. Her vision swam, slowly fading towards blackness. Stay conscious…stay…
…too much…sorry, everybody…tried…sorry, mom…dad…
Hephaestus nodded slowly, dumping her on the floor and lowering his arm.
…only…dad isn't around anymore to be sorry to…is this how I repay everything he's done?
Hephaestus turned away, striding back towards his previous spot guarding the door. "I would find it distasteful to finish two already-beaten opponents. Go and do what you will with your universe's final hours."
"W-Wait…!" Pan gasped, climbing up on to one knee, then pushing herself into a stand, straightening up with an explosive burst of power, light flaring out in all directions.
What's this? Hephaestus froze, wary. The other one's power was increasing gradually, but this one…she should be nearing death, but she hasn't shown any power like this before! He turned to face her fully. "Fine, you seek a warrior's death? Then come at me!"
"Try it!" Pan leapt at him, and he raised an arm in a leisurely fashion to strike first as before; but this time, she was faster, and her punch struck first. He barely got his other hand up in time to block, and was still hurled back several metres by the impact, feet throwing out trails of sparks as he ground to a halt, arm trembling. "This strength…" To produce an attack that I, a Shadow Dragon, could feel…it's almost painful, in fact…!
"You've realised, haven't you?" Pan said, smiling. "My dad used to talk about the potential for demigod ki hidden in the Super Saiyans…I'm on the verge of awakening to it." Helps that my power is pretty much geared towards rapidly increasing…not relying on set stages and sub-forms like other Super Saiyans.
"It doesn't matter! 'Almost' demigod ki is no match for the real thing!" Hephaestus shouted, hand snapping out and blasting Pan back with a powerful kiai. "I'll kill you before you can fulfil it!"
Coming to a halt, Pan raised her head, blood dripping from her mouth. "Sure you can do it?"
"Wha—how did you survive?!" He growled. "I put all my power into that!"
"Yeah…" She raised her fists, standing back up. "But I saw it this time."
"W-What?!"
"It's not just a flash of light anymore…I can see your movements—and even though it was too fast to dodge, I had time to brace myself and harden my own ki in the area it struck." She flung her aura outwards again, the roar of power building to new heights. "Now…Again!"
Hephaestus gulped. It…it just keeps growing! But she's still no match for me—I have time to finish this! "This will be the last, Super Saiyan!"
"Like hell it will!" Pan retorted as he rushed her, swaying sideways and throwing a high kick. Much to his surprise, she blocked it, bracing her forearm with her other hand and forcing herself to hold the attack back. "Gah…gotcha!"
"You think so?" He sent a burst of ki down his leg, detonating it on her guard and flooring her. Lowering his leg, he stared in disbelief as she almost immediately clambered up once more, glaring up at him with those haunting, empty eyes. To block my attack…to even survive this many hits…impossible for a mortal!
"I'm getting closer, Hephaestus!" Pan said quickly, approaching confidently. "Closer to your speed!"
"You'll never match me, you little…"
"AGAIN!" she bellowed, leaping at him and swinging a ki-loaded punch. Snarling in surprise at her speed, he responded in kind, and their blows collided, tossing them both away in a cataclysmic explosion of energy.
Break shielded herself from the massive backblast, coughing. She damaged him—finally! Am I dreaming, or…are their powers equal now?
Hephaestus sprang to his feet, straightening his helmet. Our attacks rebounded off each other! I can't believe… "It seems…" he said, fixing Pan with a pointed stare. "…you really did awaken to your demigod ki potential. What's more, you even raised it to my level…how? What happened within you to unlock this…?"
"Because…" She faltered, bravado wavering. "B-Because…!" I…didn't want to admit this to myself…much less say it out loud…but we've heard nothing from him, and with everything else that's happened we have to assume the worst.
The air warped and rippled around Pan, and she was gone from Hephaestus' sight. "Wha—where—" A blur of gold reappeared, blocking out his vision, and a rising impact to his chest flung him high into the air. "…because YOU BASTARDS KILLED MY FATHER!"
All right, we're back to normal schedule and…and I can't think of any extra things to do. So whatever. Q&A.
OH! WAIT! I remembered. Something people have been asking for a while: Next week—we finally see what Gohan's been up to!
Q: Nice chapter but I do wonder, will anyone actually defeat the dragons on their own? I mean Gaia and Hades were defeated in a sort of Deus Ex Machina sort of way. I'm not saying that's necessarily bad; I think some times those are good when used properly. I just hope that's not how all the dragons are defeated.
A: I'd call it more 'strategy' than 'Deus Ex Machina'. But anyway, yes, there will be some fighting of Shadow Dragons, and defeating them, without that.
Q: Here's a question: Will we see Gohan come back, or is he permanently dead?
A: Find out next time, on…this! (Seriously, though, next week.)
Q: This chapter was awesome! Are we going to see more of The Council of Hakaishin, Wistarion vs Alpha, and Gohan? Also, can't wait to find out the ononomous 13th universe, and see some answers! Look forward to your next update!
A: Yes, yes and yes.
Q: Btw, can you post the older draft of Even Further Beyond, where Goku and Raditz are alone against the dragons ?
A: There is no draft, I only ever wrote a couple of preview scenes. I probably could find the plan lying around somewhere, but while it's probably not as good as this version, it isn't as hilariously bad as the original plan for Break Through the Limit I've been occasionally posting and riffing on.
Q: Later than lastly, soooo did Whis create the 13th universe ? [but technically you created it ;)]
A: He created all the 13 universes we know of, and evidently he's created a lot more in the past (otherwise what has the Eternal been eating before coming to this 'system' of 12/13?).
Q: Also I was actually upset when you killed Oolong and Bardock :P Your writing skills are superior to even mine haha. I'm not easily moved so I know a writer is very skilled when I'm saddened/angered by a character death. Props to referencing Bringer of Death with Bardock's method of killing Vegeta!
A: Saint Seiya actually inspired that, not Bringer of Death. But I know the BoD scene you're thinking of.