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"I Ultra-love you more."
"No, I love you more."
"No, I Ultra-love you more-"
"Slave, are you arguing with your mistress?"
Z considered this for a minute. "...No?"
"Good answer," Zenya purred, kissing him on the lips and causing him to squeal. "Now, shall we go on our date?"
"Yes, Mistress," Z said obediently as Zenya clipped a leash to his collar and led him out of his apartment, the rest of Zenya's slaves - most of which were still their normal size - waving to them and blowing kisses and singing their mistress's praises as they vacated the domicile.
As the two took off from the balcony, Z carrying the besotted Zenya in his arms, Zero watched the whole thing through his Ultra Zero Eye Neo, which could apparently also be used as binoculars. "Okay, they're going. Let's follow."
"Why are you riding on top of me? This feels horribly undignified," Jean-Bot, in his Jean-Bird mode, complained from underneath Zero.
"Because this is how you contribute to our mission," Zero said.
"You can fly. ALL of us can fly," the frustrated robot pointed out.
"Glenfire and Mirror Knight can't," Zero replied.
"Yes I can," Mirror Knight, sitting behind him, said.
"Oh. Well, Glenfire can't," Zero conceded. "Which is weird come to think of it."
"I don't even want to BE here!" Glenfire, sitting on top of the Jean-Star, sobbed. "Why did you make me come?"
"To gain closure. And also to help us bail Z out if he's in trouble," Zero said.
"And this has nothing to do with you trying to understand how Z got a girlfriend before you?" Mirror Knight asked skeptically.
"No. Shut up."
"Z is certainly in trouble," Beliarok said, to everyone's surprise, especially because they hadn't even noticed he was there.
"Really? What do you mean?" Jean-Nine asked.
"Also, why are you here, shouldn't you be back at Mighty Base?" Mirror Knight asked.
"I left Sir Stabbington in charge," Beliarok said dismissively.
"Those fools...they left the two of us alone together," Moraboshi cackled evilly as Sir Stabbington stared at him placidly. "Now is my chance to destroy you, and take back my title as team mascot! Now, face the wrath of this robot I bought from the Cicada Men...GARAMON!"
A monster that didn't look even remotely like a robot and an awful lot like Pigmon entered the room and roared.
The Zettonized Gavadon squeaked.
"What are you talking about, we look nothing alike!" Moraboshi snapped.
"Well, I see no way that could go badly," Jean-Bot said without irony.
"What do you mean, Z's in trouble?" Zero asked in concern.
"When the two of them are alone in a room, I hear them screaming battle cries," Beliarok said. "However, they both always leave alive. Z should have killed her by now. His training hasn't slipped, so clearly she has bewitched him somehow, and we must kill her to break her hold over him."
"Okay," Glenfire said eagerly.
"Whoa, whoa, okay, nobody's killing anyone!" a distressed Zero insisted. "For one thing it would start a war."
"Good!" Beliarok said with relish.
"And for another, Z isn't...she's not...it's not like...uh, does anyone want to field this?" Zero asked anxiously.
They all shook their heads, the cowards.
"Look, let's just go already and I'll explain on the way," Zero said tiredly. "Mirror Knight, do your mirror thing to scout ahead and keep an eye on them while we follow from a safe distance so they don't notice we're following them."
"Okay, boss," Mirror Knight said, jumping into the window of a nearby building and disappearing, wanting absolutely no part of the conversation about to happen.
"Perfect. Nobody will suspect a thing," Zero said smugly as they flew off.
Ultraman Nice, who'd been standing on the balcony they'd been only a few dozen meters away from, waved after them. "Have a nice day!"
"You too, Nice!" Zero said cheerfully. What a nice guy.
Ultraseven scoffed at Ultraman Zearth. "You may have made it this far, Zearth, but you will get no further! Now, you face Ultraseven!"
Zearth looked confused. "What do you mean, Mr. Seven? This is only round one."
"And that's as far as you'll get!" Ultraseven blustered, throwing out a Kaiju Ball and releasing Sevenger - the original one, not the one used by STORAGE. "Go, Sevenger!"
"I choose you, Miraclon!" Zearth declared, summoning an orange creature resembling Miclas.
"Ha! Is that the best you've got? Sevenger, Missile Attack!" Ultraseven commanded.
With a creaking, wheezing roar, Sevenger fired missiles from his fingertips.
"Miraclon, Miraclinesis!" Zearth cried.
Miraclon made noises like a monkey and fired blue lightning bolts from its fingertips, striking the missiles and freezing them in place. It waved its hands, and the missiles all flipped over and pointed right back at Sevenger, who started sweating oil.
"Don't worry, Sevenger, you're more than strong enough to withstand those missiles! All the times I've hit you with my jeep is proof of that!" Ultraseven encouraged the Capsule Monster. "But just to be safe, fire MORE missiles to get rid of those missiles!"
Sevenger groaned and fired more missiles, which did indeed collide with the other missiles and exploded, creating a big smoke cloud which engulfed the battlefield.
"Use your infrared to locate Miraclon, and then-" Ultraseven started.
"Miraclon, Miracle Spark!" Zearth interrupted.
Shrieking like a chimpanzee, Miraclon, glowing gold, slammed into Sevenger, flinging it out of the stage.
"And that's an out of bounds knockout! Zearth and Miraclon will move on to the next round!"
As the audience cheered and Zearth hugged Miraclon, an irate Ultraseven threw his Slugger at the ground, only for it to whip around and smack him in the face.
"When you said we were going to see some fighting, I kind of thought I'd get to see you training, so I could watch your strong, Ultra-amazing body exerting itself as you and the other brave strong Ultras beat each other up, and I could catch you in the locker room and we could have sex all over the place," Zenya commented from their seats as the next round got started.
"Oh, I'm Ultra-sorry, Ultra-Mistress!" Z apologized. "Do you Ultra-want me to Ultra-do that? Because I can totally Ultra-do that-"
Zenya shivered with lust and shut him up with a kiss and a grope. "No, this is fine, Z. I used to be a Slavemon fan when I was younger, even considered competing, but there just weren't any quality slaves around where I grew up and I got pretty daunted by the meta so I gave up."
"Oh no, Ultra-Mistress! You should ultra-never give up on your ultra-dreams!" Z insisted. "It's not too ultra-late to give it an Ultra-try again!"
Zenya started panting and wiped away some drool. "You know, I'm considering it now. Especially since I have such a handsome, loyal, obedient Ultra-slave like you to fight for me now."
"I'd Ultra-do anything for you, Ultra-Mistress!" Z said faithfully.
"I know you would, you're such a good boy," Zenya purred, wrapping her tail around him and getting rather frisky with him, to the disgust of the people seated around them, and Mirror Knight, observing through a nearby mirror.
"They're all over each other again," he reported to Ultimate Force Zero, who were outside the Colosseum.
"That feline harpy," Glenfire snarled.
"Why can't we just go inside and watch them - and the fights - from there?" Jean-Nine complained.
"Because Zero wouldn't pay for tickets, the cheapskate," Jean-Bot groused.
"Wait, do they even use money here?" Jean-Nine wondered. "For that matter, do we get PAID?"
"And that, uh, that's how it works," Zero awkwardly told Beliarok, an Ultra hand puppet on one hand and an Ultra-banana in the other.
The sword stared at him. "...So when she's begging him to impale her-"
"He's not using another sword so you shouldn't be jealous," Zero confirmed.
Beliarok narrowed her eyes. "You're making all this up."
"I'm really not," Zero sighed.
"Son?"
"Dad?" Zero remarked in surprise as Ultraseven walked over. "What are you doing here?"
"I was competing! And lost," Ultraseven lamented. "What are YOU doing here?"
"Your son is attempting to teach me about something called 'sexual intercourse' while we spy on Z and Zenya's date," Beliarok explained, ignoring Zero's desperate shushing.
Ultraseven blinked. "Oh. Can I watch?"
Ultimate Force Zero exchanged incredulous looks. "...Yes?" Zero said hesitantly.
"Wonderful! Also, I never did give you the talk since I wasn't there for almost your entire life, so I can give it to Beliarok instead!" Ultraseven said eagerly. "Now, Beliarok, first I want you to imagine a jeep..."
After the battling ended, Z and Zenya went on a stroll through Silver Plaza, the light from Plasma Spark Tower shining down on them. Many other couples were enjoying the day, while others were walking their Rabbidogs, Dokkuns, or other pet monsters.
And some Ultras were the ones being walked.
"There sure are an Ultra-lot of Ultra/Youkalien couples or Ultra-polycules these days," Z remarked after they passed a group consisting of five Youkaliens fawning over a pair of besotted Ultras.
"I know, isn't it wonderful?" Zenya purred as she rubbed up against him, making sure to flaunt her body and catch the eyes of some of her kinsyoukai, who looked at her and Z in interest and received a hand sign that signified that yes, she might be interested in a dalliance later. "Not too long ago, so many of us in the Land of Light would have been unthinkable. Our two kinds were at odds."
"They still ultra-kind of are," Z pointed out.
"Does it feel like it?" Zenya retorted. "There are so many of us here now, so many in love. Thanks to the efforts of our beloved Hegemon, our diplomatic ties with the Land of Light are strengthening. I wonder how long it will be until our peoples have more than just a treaty between us, but are truly friends? Maybe more?"
"I Ultra-certainly feel like we're more than just Ultra-friends," Z said bashfully. "Although I Ultra-can't help but Ultra-wonder if this is part of some Ultra-long term plan to Ultra-conquer us by making us Ultra-WANT you to Ultra-enslave us."
"And would that be such a bad thing? Is your subjugation so dreadful?" Zenya asked with a pout.
"No, it Ultra-isn't," Z promised, kissing her.
Zero and Ultraseven watched all this through their Ultra Zero Eye Neo and Ultra Eye from a distance while Glenfire continued crying and Jean-Nine and Sevenger made out, to Jean-Bot's bewilderment. "This is boring," Beliarok complained. "When will they eat each other already?"
"Dad, what did you TELL him?" an exasperated Zero asked.
"I may have mixed my metaphors," Ultraseven admitted.
"They say you were named 'Z' in hopes that you would be the 'last' hero, who brings peace to the universe," Zenya commented as they continued their stroll. "That seems like a big thing to live up to."
"Well, it's an Ultra-good thing I'm an Ultra-giant, then," Z joked.
"It's so strange. Even being at your size, staying in your world, it still feels like you and everything else here dwarfs me," Zenya commented. "And yet I can bring a giant like you to heel. It's both empowering and humbling."
"Plenty of us Ultra-fall in Ultra-love with those Ultra-smaller than us," Z said fondly. "Master Seven had a human girlfriend once!"
"Wait, you WHAT? What about Mom-" Zero hissed to his father.
"Anne was a remarkable woman," Ultraseven murmured. "I was the love of her life, and she...well. For beings like us, son, you can promise to stay with someone until their dying day, and you do, and then...then you go back to your own life, and find it's still there waiting for you to pick up where you left off. Barely a blink of an eye for those as long-lived as us. And yet...it always remains in our memory, engraved in our hearts."
Zero stared at him, stunned.
"What are you TALKING ABOUT," Beliarok bellowed in exasperation.
Glenfire sobbed harder. Jean-Bot awkwardly patted him on the back while still staring at his brother and Sevenger. "Does this count as bestiality?"
"You ultra-know, I always ultra-figured I'd ultra-bring ultra-peace by ultra-fighting some ultra-evil monster," Z continued below. "But that's not the only way to ultra-bring ultra-peace. I mean...our peoples are ultra-coming together. Maybe...maybe WE can somehow Ultra-take the final Ultra-step? Not your Ultra-Hegemon or Commander Mommy, but the Ultra-two of us?"
Zenya gasped, looking at him in wonder. "Oh, Z...you really ARE Ultramazing."
"..." Zero lowered his Ultra Zero Eye Neo. "We're done here."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Jean-Bot asked.
"This was a waste of time. Z's fine," Zero said with a hint of bitterness. "More than fine. Come on Dad, let's go."
"Not yet," Ultraseven muttered, watching an EXTREMELY amorous group of Ultras and Youkaliens below. "You go on without me."
"Dad, seriously, what would Mom say?" Zero demanded.
"She'd be taking notes," Ultraseven said.
"Yes, I am," Yami agreed, startling Zero.
"When did you get here?!"
"About the same time I did," Art'misa said coldly.
Zero squealed, looking down at his girlfriend, who somehow loomed over him despite being at her natural height. "M-Mistress! What are you doing here?! Mirror Knight, why didn't you WARN me, you were supposed to be on the lookout!"
"Yes, but she scares me more than you, so I decided not to do anything," Mirror Knight said.
"Slave, what do you think you're doing, spying on my girlfriend and her slave without me?" Art'misa demanded.
"I...wasn't?" Zero asked hesitantly.
Art'misa snorted. "Clearly." She raised her hand, an energy rope lancing out from a ring and attaching to his collar. "Come, slave, I'll punish you properly."
"Yes, Mistress," Zero said obediently, ignoring the snickers from his so-called friends and encouragement and suggestions from his parents as he was led away. He hoped Sir Stabbington and Moraboshi were having a better time than him.
Amidst the ruined and burning command center, Moraboshi, pinned beneath the demolished form of Garamon, stared weakly up at his conqueror, blood obscuring most of his vision. "D-damn you...DAMN YOU, SIR STABBINGTON!"
Sir Stabbington, flames reflected in its eyes, squeaked.