Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[bruceleegreyhulk]

To those going through the portal, they find themselves standing as dusk settles on an unknown planet. A massive building lay before them, lights and sounds lighting up the sky and surroundings.

Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino. The sign proudly proclaims this with a massive neon sign of a humanoid lounging back and smoking a cigar.

Dozens, hundreds of people are making their way into the building, chattering and gossiping. All sorts of races, known and unknown, can be seen.

Plastered on a nearby wall is a notice:

The Intergalactic Grand Tournamnet of Champions! Come one come all! Sign-up is free!

Althena who is wearing her weighted training clothing that just happens to have a hood brings a notepad and a pencil with her as she steps into the portal and is amazed at what she sees " Well this certainly is a interesting place . So many lights and sounds, what kind of sorcery is this ? How can these buildings be so massive without collapsed in on themselves , this must be the work of magic!" Althena said with a curious emoji showing in her pendent as she uses her clairvoyance to draw a scenery of what looks like the inside of a building .


The same building that the mass of people of all sorts of races are going into. The drawing is very detail and shows every area of said building . Just by looking at the sign Althena was able to draw what inside of the building look like with five percent accuracy. Althena after join Meagan in the crowd shows Meagan the drawing.

" Okay I drew this using my clairvoyance by utilizing it in a new way that I develop during my training. This drawing is the inside of that building label Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino and it's five percent accurate So it's far from prefect. I can use my clairvoyance to gather information on the opponents you Meagan, Sarada, Cthylla, and Charco might be facing. " Althena said


Althena pauses for a few moments and uses her heighted sense of hearing to hear infrasound communications and hears a familiar sounding alien . " Wait that sounds like a female Replita I recognize the tone and vocal pattern . Also it seems like several other alien races can communicated in what is called a infrasonic frequency!" Althena said.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

A long line of people stand in front of a simple iron looking rod of a meter or so length that lays on a velvet pedestal. The M Fighters can see that people come forward and, grunting, try to pick the rod up. All of them fail and their names are not added to the list of fighters, of which four spots are still open.

Apparently the rod can only be picked up by people of sufficient power level to enter the Tournament. Incenio wants only the best.


Althena’s Clairvoyance is spotty. So many different types of power, people, and energy, plus the new surroundings, is overwhelming. She’ll need to focus on individuals or single objects at a time to get anything.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

A long line of people stand in front of a simple iron looking rod of a meter or so length that lays on a velvet pedestal. The M Fighters can see that people come forward and, grunting, try to pick the rod up. All of them fail and their names are not added to the list of fighters, of which four spots are still open.

Apparently the rod can only be picked up by people of sufficient power level to enter the Tournament. Incenio wants only the best.


Althena’s Clairvoyance is spotty. So many different types of power, people, and energy, plus the new surroundings, is overwhelming. She’ll need to focus on individuals or single objects at a time to get anything.

"Lookd like we have to pick up that rod to enter," Sarada noted. It sounded simple enough, but given only 28 out of how many ever people had succeeded, looks could be deceiving.

When it was her turn, she rubbed her hands together and pulled with all her might.

[KingofPie]

To those going through the portal, they find themselves standing as dusk settles on an unknown planet. A massive building lay before them, lights and sounds lighting up the sky and surroundings.

Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino. The sign proudly proclaims this with a massive neon sign of a humanoid lounging back and smoking a cigar.

Dozens, hundreds of people are making their way into the building, chattering and gossiping. All sorts of races, known and unknown, can be seen.

Plastered on a nearby wall is a notice:

The Intergalactic Grand Tournamnet of Champions! Come one come all! Sign-up is free!

"Ah, thus feels familiar," Blizzar sighed nostalgic ally as he walked through and observed their new surroundings. It almost felt as of it was a homecoming among the crowds filled with equal amounts greed and passion. He could feel it emanating from these many people. Love of the fight gsme, love of Lady Luck. Perhaps this was less an alternate timeline and more an otherworldly paradise, such was the quality of Incenio's Hotel and Grand Casino.

A long line of people stand in front of a simple iron looking rod of a meter or so length that lays on a velvet pedestal. The M Fighters can see that people come forward and, grunting, try to pick the rod up. All of them fail and their names are not added to the list of fighters, of which four spots are still open.

Apparently the rod can only be picked up by people of sufficient power level to enter the Tournament. Incenio wants only the best.

"Hmph. Interesting method of weeding out the unqualified," the Arcosman mused. "Never seen it's like before. Technology unique to this timeline, I suppose."

"Doesn't appear as if any of you will have much trouble signing up...Still I'd advise you all hurry and do so," Blizzar stated, benused. "The place certainly looks packed, but I shall see if I can procure some quality seating arrangements for those of us not participating," he continued, glancing around for a ticket booth...or a scalper.

[MrSandman]

Attracted by the commotion and the sound of Erosa's happy noises, Asha'rah wandered into the kitchen. Erosa had split into...various aspects of herself, somewhat like Etrina yet more chronological, as if she were living every stage of life simultaneously. Asha'rah smiled at the thought, her godly form manifesting from beneath her exterior. It suited Erosa.

Even still, Zaofan was the master here. And there was an undeniable energy about him, forging feasts from raw ingredients, his eyes alive with wonder and merriment. He was a fine warrior in his own right, but it was in cooking where his heart truly lay. He created sustenance. He created deliciousness, elevating what he was given to heights unimagined. More than any mortal assembled here, he created.

Asha'rah sat back and watched, her expression impassive.

"Ahh....an Esteemed guest has arrived." The Mature Erosa slid up to the resting Asha'rah with a sultry smile. "Have you come to dine as well. We're serving pie....but if you can't handle the wait you can dine with your eyes for now." The Id gave a spin, smiled and returned to her duties.

When she heard that Erosa and not Zaofan would be making the pies, Parsley narrowed her eyes. She had become accustomed to his cooking and didn't feel comfortable eating anyone else's on this planet. Least of all Erosa, who she was sure wasn't clean and hadn't had her shots yet.

"My pallet is very refined," she stated while eyeing each of the Erosas. "You'll excuse me if I have rather high standards. After all, I've become accustomed to Zaofan's desserts."

"You got nothing to fear, If an Id knows one thing its what tastes good...We have a very refined taste!" A-Rosa claimed, still chewing on her raw frozen bacon strip.

Parsley raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "Wine. And we'll each take five meat pies and a... cherry pie."

"YO! Order up....5 meats and a cherry!" The five erosas looked at each other, then Zaofan, then burst into a assortment of giggling at a joke only understood to them.

"Order up ~ero"

Avoca noticed the small Erosa clinging to her leg. Her tail reached down and pried her loose. "Get off."

The child stumbled back and fell on her butt, letting out a cry that turned immediately into teary sobs.

The cheerful atmosphere of the kitchen snapped briefly, and Avoca felt several eyes fall upon her as the remaining Erosa stared at her from various points in the room with what could only be described as the look one gave someone who kicked a puppy or stole a kids candy.

".....how vulger..." M-rosa whispered.

"To a kid..." A-Rosa almost let the bacon fall from her mouth....almost.

"....not even Sarada is that bad...." P-Rosa proclaimed.

The accusing stares and whispering continued for couple moments before everyone snapped back into work mode and continued on. E-rosa remained on the floor sobbing and rubbing her eyes.

[MrSandman]

A long line of people stand in front of a simple iron looking rod of a meter or so length that lays on a velvet pedestal. The M Fighters can see that people come forward and, grunting, try to pick the rod up. All of them fail and their names are not added to the list of fighters, of which four spots are still open.

Apparently the rod can only be picked up by people of sufficient power level to enter the Tournament. Incenio wants only the best.

"What a strange custom..." Cthylla proclaimed quietly.

While she hadn't elected the go completely incognito, in a way it she really didn't need to. Her ki output was naturally so low one might mistake her as yet another of the fighters hiding their PL, but the fact of the matter was she produced no ki at all. She was a non-person, walking freely among the crowd and drawing looks only for her overall exotic appearance.

As she approached her place in line, Cthyllas naturally keen skills in observation took hold...her enhanced senses spreading out and tasting the essence of the others in line. Searching for those she could deduce could pass the trial and those they should be wary of.

...and when her time came, rather then lift with all her strength, the Voidling applied only the barest minimum of energy required, adjusting as needed until she reached the amount needed to lift....That she could make a judgement on what one considered the minimum strength to be expected.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The minimum power level needed seems to be roughly in the 300,000 to 500,000 range on the Saiyan rating system.

Most of those trying are well below in the 20,000 to 100,000 range, not knowing the rod would never move for them.

Many of the wannabe fighters tried to protest when they failed, but security, would take care of them.



There are dozens of identical looking security agents walking around, keeping the peace. All quite strong too.

Sarada and Cthylla both manage to lift the rod and each are asked their names for the roster board.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Ah, thus feels familiar," Blizzar sighed nostalgic ally as he walked through and observed their new surroundings. It almost felt as of it was a homecoming among the crowds filled with equal amounts greed and passion. He could feel it emanating from these many people. Love of the fight gsme, love of Lady Luck. Perhaps this was less an alternate timeline and more an otherworldly paradise, such was the quality of Incenio's Hotel and Grand Casino.



"Hmph. Interesting method of weeding out the unqualified," the Arcosman mused. "Never seen it's like before. Technology unique to this timeline, I suppose."

"Doesn't appear as if any of you will have much trouble signing up...Still I'd advise you all hurry and do so," Blizzar stated, benused. "The place certainly looks packed, but I shall see if I can procure some quality seating arrangements for those of us not participating," he continued, glancing around for a ticket booth...or a scalper.

It doesn’t take long to find a shady looking fellow leaning against a brick wall.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The minimum power level needed seems to be roughly in the 300,000 to 500,000 range on the Saiyan rating system.

Most of those trying are well below in the 20,000 to 100,000 range, not knowing the rod would never move for them.

Many of the wannabe fighters tried to protest when they failed, but security, would take care of them.



There are dozens of identical looking security agents walking around, keeping the peace. All quite strong too.

Sarada and Cthylla both manage to lift the rod and each are asked their names for the roster board.

As expected, Sarada made the cut with ease. When asked her name, she proudly jabbed a thumb toward herself. "The name's Sarada. Queen Sarada."

[KingofPie]

It doesn’t take long to find a shady looking fellow leaning against a brick wall.

Scalpers it was then. "Greetings, my friend," Blizzar spoke in a friendly more oblivious tone than he normally conversed in. "Here to try your luck against the slots? See some of the fights? A few of my associates and I were hoping to see some bloody good fisticuffs ourselves, but..." the Arcosian trailed off, scratching the side of his face. "Why, its the most infuriating thing! We can't seem to find good seats anywhere! We have money, but it's not worth the pitiful seating arrangements that most of the ticket sales are offering, oh no!"

He folded his arms and turned to the suspicious man, pointing a finger at him."But you seem to know the lay of the land, my good man. Perhaps you know of a salesperson from whom I can purchase seats with a decent view? Seats that are worth the money my compatriots and I are offering?"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The child stumbled back and fell on her butt, letting out a cry that turned immediately into teary sobs.

The cheerful atmosphere of the kitchen snapped briefly, and Avoca felt several eyes fall upon her as the remaining Erosa stared at her from various points in the room with what could only be described as the look one gave someone who kicked a puppy or stole a kids candy.

".....how vulger..." M-rosa whispered.

"To a kid..." A-Rosa almost let the bacon fall from her mouth....almost.

"....not even Sarada is that bad...." P-Rosa proclaimed.

The accusing stares and whispering continued for couple moments before everyone snapped back into work mode and continued on. E-rosa remained on the floor sobbing and rubbing her eyes.

"..."

What kind of soft child was this? Avoca couldn't believe this thing was sobbing over that? She took far worse when she was her age and no one scooped her up and coddled her.

She heard the murmurs and saw the accusatory glares, but ignored them.

Little E-rosa was on the floor, and that was where she was going to stay, as Avoca didn't care enough to be bothered by the annoying crying.

...

She picked the child up and placed her in her lap. "Shut up already."

[Yun Lao]

A long line of people stand in front of a simple iron looking rod of a meter or so length that lays on a velvet pedestal. The M Fighters can see that people come forward and, grunting, try to pick the rod up. All of them fail and their names are not added to the list of fighters, of which four spots are still open.

Apparently the rod can only be picked up by people of sufficient power level to enter the Tournament. Incenio wants only the best.

"So this guy wants to raise the bar when it comes to his fighters, eh?" He said, smiling over his own stupid joke. Rubbing his hands together before ultimately cracking his knuckles, the boy approached the bar.

"The name's Charco. C H A R..." Gripping the bar, the boy summoned his strenght and hoisted it above his head, "...C O!!"

"I expect minimal typos when you write that down." Dropping the rod with a resounding thud, he went to rejoin the others.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"So this guy wants to raise the bar when it comes to his fighters, eh?" He said, smiling over his own stupid joke. Rubbing his hands together before ultimately cracking his knuckles, the boy approached the bar.

"The name's Charco. C H A R..." Gripping the bar, the boy summoned his strenght and hoisted it above his head, "...C O!!"

"I expect minimal typos when you write that down." Dropping the rod with a resounding thud, he went to rejoin the others.

The attendant and several of the other fighters just stare, mouth agape. His name appears on the board. Just one slot left.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Scalpers it was then. "Greetings, my friend," Blizzar spoke in a friendly more oblivious tone than he normally conversed in. "Here to try your luck against the slots? See some of the fights? A few of my associates and I were hoping to see some bloody good fisticuffs ourselves, but..." the Arcosian trailed off, scratching the side of his face. "Why, its the most infuriating thing! We can't seem to find good seats anywhere! We have money, but it's not worth the pitiful seating arrangements that most of the ticket sales are offering, oh no!"

He folded his arms and turned to the suspicious man, pointing a finger at him."But you seem to know the lay of the land, my good man. Perhaps you know of a salesperson from whom I can purchase seats with a decent view? Seats that are worth the money my compatriots and I are offering?"

The man, red skinned and white haired, nods slightly.

“Depends on how much ya willing to pay. Up front, box seat, what you looking for?”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

As expected, Sarada made the cut with ease. When asked her name, she proudly jabbed a thumb toward herself. "The name's Sarada. Queen Sarada."

The attendant quirks an eyebrow.

“Another self proclaimed royal? Good look your Highness.”