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

[MrSandman]

"The master is summoning us." The blue Etrina whispered in Ochazukes ear. "I'm sorry, but we must separate for a time. Should the opportunity present itself, please protect our master."

"Give em hell Zukie"

The four foci flew off as Ochazuke engaged with Jagem.

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Landing near the site she had mentioned, Etrina reached out with her senses to give the complex spell array one final check. It had taken the better part of the night to prepare, even after the others had left to sleep and prepare themselves mentally she had toiled with laying the foundation for her own ace in the hole. A miscalculation anywhere in the foundation of the spell would be catastrophic once the trap was sprung. Everything had to be perfect. Everything in its proper place. So sacrificing some sleep was the least of what she could offer.

Besides....Nobody needed to know she dipped into Jinzis stim patches this one time.

Etrina gave a small nod, Everything was still in place. The framework for a spell this powerful was no so easily dispelled, and it was rooted in time rather then space...so the destruction brought down by Jagam had not triggered anything early. The stage was set.

...and still, upon finishing her final check, Etrina was still hesitant to employ her trump card.

This was her first time, perhaps her last time, casting a spell on this scale. It was not in the stoltengarde mindset to fear testing the limits of ones own magic...but this, the weight of failure in this felt heavier then most.

"Master, We've arrived." The four Foci buzzed around the stoic Etrina, having slipped away from Ochazuke while he engaged with Jagem. "Yea! I'm ready to lay down the pain!"

"Energetic as ever....take your positions, I'll need you as support to maintain the field." Etrina allowed the four to gather around her, and then focused on the heart of the spell framework to prime it. All that awaited now was to spring the trap.

[Tami]

His eyes just clearing, Jagam almost does so. At the very last second he course corrects and the blade nicks his cheek instead. A quick flash of eye beams slam into Jacks and send him into the ground below.

High overhead of everyone, though mostly over Jagam. a storm cloud begins to form. Lightening flashes, then rain begins to fall on him. Hidden within the cloud are Dash and Cyanna, using a special attack of their own design.

Dash uses Binding Friendship to combine her powers with Cyanna's and Pegasus Summons Lightening to create a lightening storm of Ki to attack Jagam.
Cyanna adds Line of Sight to make sure they hit their target, and only their target, and Raining Down to create a rainstorm of Ki to attack Jagam.

Combined attack power ~ 34,250

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Anula’s body disappears in a flash of Parsley’s power.

———

It is a far cry from the first group fight they had. With subtle assistance here and there, with timing and teamwork, Jagam is assailed from nearly every direction. The blows raining down are dodged or parried, his protective aura working overtime as he adjusts to his new power. However, with distractions made, with ki blasts raining down and his barrier broken under clever ki useage, Jagam is caught by an Oni’s claws and bodily thrown, disoriented and wounded, into Etrina’s trap.


It was now or never.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

Anula’s body disappears in a flash of Parsley’s power.

———

It is a far cry from the first group fight they had. With subtle assistance here and there, with timing and teamwork, Jagam is assailed from nearly every direction. The blows raining down are dodged or parried, his protective aura working overtime as he adjusts to his new power. However, with distractions made, with ki blasts raining down and his barrier broken under clever ki useage, Jagam is caught by an Oni’s claws and bodily thrown, disoriented and wounded, into Etrina’s trap.


It was now or never.

Seeing his chance, Totoma broke off and launched himself into the air. He clenched his fists and focused his power, his emerald aura flaring to an even larger as he activated his family's signature Full Boar technique and pushed his Hitozaru form's power to its maximum. He cupped his hands and green energy began concentrating between them...

"Kame...."

He loosed his rage at this... beast, allowing it to fuel his attack. All the people he'd killed... those saiyans, likely other people. His mother. Him. Those ten years of suffering he'd endured. All of it... put into this one final attack.

"Hame...."

No. More. This ended now!

"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!"



He thrust his hands forward and let loose with a roaring torrent of emerald ki. This was an upgraded variation of the Kamehameha he had been developing. Quicker to charge, more efficient, more powerful... an all-around superior technique. In honor of his clan, he had christened it...

The Full Boar Kamehameha

The Full Boar Kamehameha disappeared into a Void Tunnel, exiting... just under Jagam, aimed upwards, to avoid, well, destroying the Earth utterly. After all, with the power he wielded right now, with this technique... destroying a planet was child's play.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

And blasted out of the trap before it could be activated, Jagam disappears in a massive green beam as Totoma unleashes a decades worth of pain and sorrow and rage into his attack, blasting the halfling well passed the stratosphere and carrying his body into space.

The beam curves out into space, destroying a few satellites as Jagam’s body is carried away with it, burning and tumbling away from it only to gently crash into the moon. One arm is gone, most of his clothing is, and now his body can barely keep the lack of oxygen from killing him (Threshlings being able to breathe in space) much less blood loss from trauma.

The moon with a now dead blood sigil still on it greets him, his form barely awake. Grunting in agony, he claws his way towards the sigil, only a few desperate thoughts clinging to his mind to push him forward. As he crawls to the edge of the sigil, his form weak, he begins to alter the sigil slightly with his own blood and magics, close to death and with barely anything left.

It was a dead man’s last chance.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

And blasted out of the trap before it could be activated, Jagam disappears in a massive green beam as Totoma unleashes a decades worth of pain and sorrow and rage into his attack, blasting the halfling well passed the stratosphere and carrying his body into space.

The beam curves out into space, destroying a few satellites as Jagam’s body is carried away with it, burning and tumbling away from it only to gently crash into the moon. One arm is gone, most of his clothing is, and now his body can barely keep the lack of oxygen from killing him (Threshlings being able to breathe in space) much less blood loss from trauma.

The moon with a now dead blood sigil still on it greets him, his form barely awake. Grunting in agony, he claws his way towards the sigil, only a few desperate thoughts clinging to his mind to push him forward. As he crawls to the edge of the sigil, his form weak, he begins to alter the sigil slightly with his own blood and magics, close to death and with barely anything left.

It was a dead man’s last chance.

Totoma's attack was filled with a decade of grief, sorrow, self-hatred, and hatred for half of his genealogy. Sarada was reluctant to add to it.; he deserved this. He needed this. If Jagam fell by his hand, then he could finally, finally have peace and live his life with Karine with happiness.

The emerald Kamehameha, clearly a variation of the technique Eva taught him, carried the monstrous Jagam off the planet and onto the moon. She let out a sigh and prepared to release her power when she felt it.

She could barely feel his signature. "He's not dead," she stated in pure disbelief. He didn't know when to quit. Every time they had him at death's door, he crawled back. If he healed from an attack like that, there was no telling how strong he'd end up. While her Saiyan blood was crying to let him return, her common sense was screaming even louder. And its message was loud and clear.

She shot into the air. "Leave it to the mutt to only half-do the job," she muttered. "I'll do it myself." As she rocketed upward, her crimson aura gave way to the familiar violet color that was the death knell for the Saiyan Killer.

"Galick Gun! FIRE!!!!" She let loose her weapon of war, fully intending on destroying any and all trace of Jagam... and the moon if necessary.

She was ending this here and now.

[Cyke]

Seeing his chance, Totoma broke off and launched himself into the air. He clenched his fists and focused his power, his emerald aura flaring to an even larger as he activated his family's signature Full Boar technique and pushed his Hitozaru form's power to its maximum. He cupped his hands and green energy began concentrating between them...

"Kame...."

He loosed his rage at this... beast, allowing it to fuel his attack. All the people he'd killed... those saiyans, likely other people. His mother. Him. Those ten years of suffering he'd endured. All of it... put into this one final attack.

"Hame...."

No. More. This ended now!

"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!"



He thrust his hands forward and let loose with a roaring torrent of emerald ki. This was an upgraded variation of the Kamehameha he had been developing. Quicker to charge, more efficient, more powerful... an all-around superior technique. In honor of his clan, he had christened it...

The Full Boar Kamehameha

The Full Boar Kamehameha disappeared into a Void Tunnel, exiting... just under Jagam, aimed upwards, to avoid, well, destroying the Earth utterly. After all, with the power he wielded right now, with this technique... destroying a planet was child's play.

And blasted out of the trap before it could be activated, Jagam disappears in a massive green beam as Totoma unleashes a decades worth of pain and sorrow and rage into his attack, blasting the halfling well passed the stratosphere and carrying his body into space.

The beam curves out into space, destroying a few satellites as Jagam’s body is carried away with it, burning and tumbling away from it only to gently crash into the moon. One arm is gone, most of his clothing is, and now his body can barely keep the lack of oxygen from killing him (Threshlings being able to breathe in space) much less blood loss from trauma.

The moon with a now dead blood sigil still on it greets him, his form barely awake. Grunting in agony, he claws his way towards the sigil, only a few desperate thoughts clinging to his mind to push him forward. As he crawls to the edge of the sigil, his form weak, he begins to alter the sigil slightly with his own blood and magics, close to death and with barely anything left.

It was a dead man’s last chance.

Totoma's attack was filled with a decade of grief, sorrow, self-hatred, and hatred for half of his genealogy. Sarada was reluctant to add to it.; he deserved this. He needed this. If Jagam fell by his hand, then he could finally, finally have peace and live his life with Karine with happiness.

The emerald Kamehameha, clearly a variation of the technique Eva taught him, carried the monstrous Jagam off the planet and onto the moon. She let out a sigh and prepared to release her power when she felt it.

She could barely feel his signature. "He's not dead," she stated in pure disbelief. He didn't know when to quit. Every time they had him at death's door, he crawled back. If he healed from an attack like that, there was no telling how strong he'd end up. While her Saiyan blood was crying to let him return, her common sense was screaming even louder. And its message was loud and clear.

She shot into the air. "Leave it to the mutt to only half-do the job," she muttered. "I'll do it myself." As she rocketed upward, her crimson aura gave way to the familiar violet color that was the death knell for the Saiyan Killer.

"Galick Gun! FIRE!!!!" She let loose her weapon of war, fully intending on destroying any and all trace of Jagam... and the moon if necessary.

She was ending this here and now.

Zaofan looks to the sky, and watches Sarada's massive energy blast head towards the moon. Between her Galick Gun and Totoma's Full Boar Kamehameha, and seeing what Jagam had been capable of (thus far), the vagabond chef begins to wonder, ...just ...what are these monsters...?

Zaofan pledged his word and his honor to help his Saiyan friends do battle with Jagam. But it is in this moment, here and now, that Zaofan never would have anticipated -- that, for a brief moment, he would become more scared of his own friends than of the enemy at hand. If it wasn't going to be the Earth, it was going to be the Moon. He couldn't quite comprehend such power, and yet... here they were. Did the ends justify the means? Surely Jagam deserves this and more, and Zaofan vowed to help. But the ferocity, the aggression, the bloodlust were all things he had not anticipated; he had seen power corrupt and go mad in his adventures, but perhaps he was too flippant or too carefree in the past as well to notice it in his friends, or maybe, deep down, he refused to believe that about Sarada and Totoma, despite their obvious time together. Would there come a day when he, a sworn defender of the Earth, would have to face them to protect this world? The thought frightens him.

Instead, all he can manage is to whisper to himself in sheer awe, "This... this is the power of... the Saiyans...!"

Clearing his throat, he cautiously flies up to Sarada, and looks at her with a mix of worry, concern, and fear. A fear both for and of her. Still, he asks Sarada, "...what if that doesn't work? He's taken everything we've got so far! How do we follow him from here to the moon?"

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat looks up at the sky and shouts" Zykona if you won't help ." " then I guess you can't be rely on ." Praxat use hyper charge saying " I have always been a worshiper of you Zykona, but right now I could care less what you think about my actions. " " these people fight hard to protect this planet."

" you may think their actions are unjustified but are they really ?" " just maybe things aren't how you view them." " if you aren't willing to lend any aid then screw you."


Praxat assaults Jagam in hyper charge while send a surge of ki through her tongue to charge her tongue up with electricity.


OT: Praxat speech to Zykona is directly inspire by the speech Conan made to Crom in the 1980 Conan the Barbarian movie.

[KingofPie]

Totoma's attack was filled with a decade of grief, sorrow, self-hatred, and hatred for half of his genealogy. Sarada was reluctant to add to it.; he deserved this. He needed this. If Jagam fell by his hand, then he could finally, finally have peace and live his life with Karine with happiness.

The emerald Kamehameha, clearly a variation of the technique Eva taught him, carried the monstrous Jagam off the planet and onto the moon. She let out a sigh and prepared to release her power when she felt it.

She could barely feel his signature. "He's not dead," she stated in pure disbelief. He didn't know when to quit. Every time they had him at death's door, he crawled back. If he healed from an attack like that, there was no telling how strong he'd end up. While her Saiyan blood was crying to let him return, her common sense was screaming even louder. And its message was loud and clear.

She shot into the air. "Leave it to the mutt to only half-do the job," she muttered. "I'll do it myself." As she rocketed upward, her crimson aura gave way to the familiar violet color that was the death knell for the Saiyan Killer.

"Galick Gun! FIRE!!!!" She let loose her weapon of war, fully intending on destroying any and all trace of Jagam... and the moon if necessary.

She was ending this here and now.

Zaofan looks to the sky, and watches Sarada's massive energy blast head towards the moon. Between her Galick Gun and Totoma's Full Boar Kamehameha, and seeing what Jagam had been capable of (thus far), the vagabond chef begins to wonder, ...just ...what are these monsters...?

Zaofan pledged his word and his honor to help his Saiyan friends do battle with Jagam. But it is in this moment, here and now, that Zaofan never would have anticipated -- that, for a brief moment, he would become more scared of his own friends than of the enemy at hand. If it wasn't going to be the Earth, it was going to be the Moon. He couldn't quite comprehend such power, and yet... here they were. Did the ends justify the means? Surely Jagam deserves this and more, and Zaofan vowed to help. But the ferocity, the aggression, the bloodlust were all things he had not anticipated; he had seen power corrupt and go mad in his adventures, but perhaps he was too flippant or too carefree in the past as well to notice it in his friends, or maybe, deep down, he refused to believe that about Sarada and Totoma, despite their obvious time together. Would there come a day when he, a sworn defender of the Earth, would have to face them to protect this world? The thought frightens him.

Instead, all he can manage is to whisper to himself in sheer awe, "This... this is the power of... the Saiyans...!"

Clearing his throat, he cautiously flies up to Sarada, and looks at her with a mix of worry, concern, and fear. A fear both for and of her. Still, he asks Sarada, "...what if that doesn't work? He's taken everything we've got so far! How do we follow him from here to the moon?"

"That's easy...we don't follow him," Sasheem answered, flying around Zaofan and the Saiyans. "We just try our damnedest to blow up the moon. Sarada's got the right idea," the MAjin stated, raising his antennae to fire at the moon...not with a destructive blast, but a a bit of magic,

After all the moon would easier to destroy if it were made of cheese.

[Cyke]

"That's easy...we don't follow him," Sasheem answered, flying around Zaofan and the Saiyans. "We just try our damnedest to blow up the moon. Sarada's got the right idea," the MAjin stated, raising his antennae to fire at the moon...not with a destructive blast, but a a bit of magic,

After all the moon would easier to destroy if it were made of cheese.

Zaofan's arms shoot straight up in disbelief. "This is insanity! We need the moon...! Think of the tides! The wildlife! Its importance to human culture!"

He flashes back to Kami's library, about his ancestors. Tropical explorers and seafarers who used the night sky to navigate the tides. He flashes back to his own travels, meeting peoples with their own zodiacs and moon gods and architecture, how he had seen animals and oceanlife depend on the moon for orientation and livelihood, how he came across this delicacy called a "moon pie."



And then he realizes, in the present, the stakes of the situation, as well as his powerlessness in the face of Saiyan energy beams and Majin magic. Zaofan resigns himself to a sigh, his head hanging low in defeat.

"Everyone, when this is over, we're using the Dragon Balls to get the moon back!"

[Ptrvc]

Jack looked up from the crater and sighed.

He let the energy from that he was building dissipate. "If he gets up after that, wouldn't be able to do much to him anyway."

Jack shook his head, "Talk about a rugged game, if I got a powerup everytime I nearly died, andthattimeIfullydied I'd be benching moons by now."

Gonna need to find another way to keep up.

[Tami]

Totoma's attack was filled with a decade of grief, sorrow, self-hatred, and hatred for half of his genealogy. Sarada was reluctant to add to it.; he deserved this. He needed this. If Jagam fell by his hand, then he could finally, finally have peace and live his life with Karine with happiness.

The emerald Kamehameha, clearly a variation of the technique Eva taught him, carried the monstrous Jagam off the planet and onto the moon. She let out a sigh and prepared to release her power when she felt it.

She could barely feel his signature. "He's not dead," she stated in pure disbelief. He didn't know when to quit. Every time they had him at death's door, he crawled back. If he healed from an attack like that, there was no telling how strong he'd end up. While her Saiyan blood was crying to let him return, her common sense was screaming even louder. And its message was loud and clear.

She shot into the air. "Leave it to the mutt to only half-do the job," she muttered. "I'll do it myself." As she rocketed upward, her crimson aura gave way to the familiar violet color that was the death knell for the Saiyan Killer.

"Galick Gun! FIRE!!!!" She let loose her weapon of war, fully intending on destroying any and all trace of Jagam... and the moon if necessary.

She was ending this here and now.

As she watched the battle unfold, she looked within herself. She had pushed herself once before, did she have the power to do so again? Shoudl she act now? Or wait to see if the Saiyaa's attacks were enough?

Speaking of Saiyans, Meagan looked around, wondering where Parsley was? Calling out telepathically, "Princess, if there was ever a time for sisterly bonding, now would be it. If you add your power to Sarada's, you stand a chance of defeating him once and for all."

As she spoke, she took to he air, positioning herself not far from Sarada, her own multicolored aura flaring up brightly. She then called out to everyone else, "Be prepared to share your power with me. If Jagam somehow survives the Saiyans' attacks, I will need to channel everyone's power using Gestalt."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Parsley heard the voice in her head - a terribly irritating trend of late - and sighed to herself. "Very well. Far be it for me to let my sister do a half job."

She was surprised the mutt hadn't finished Jagam off with the tremendous beam filled with his hope and hatred. She supposed that feelings weren't a substitute for sufficient power these days. A pity, that. Then again, what did he expect?

In an instant, she was beside Sarada, two energy balls of opposite colors forming in her hands. "Spiral Flash." There was no grand speech, not pompous display, or time wasted screaming to the sky and her ki charged. Just a simple utterance, followed swiftly by her hands together to her the dual energy beam hurtling toward the moon alongside the Galick Gun.

Let's finish this so I can go home.

[MrSandman]

It is a far cry from the first group fight they had. With subtle assistance here and there, with timing and teamwork, Jagam is assailed from nearly every direction. The blows raining down are dodged or parried, his protective aura working overtime as he adjusts to his new power. However, with distractions made, with ki blasts raining down and his barrier broken under clever ki useage, Jagam is caught by an Oni’s claws and bodily thrown, disoriented and wounded, into Etrina’s trap.


It was now or never.

Etrina smiled. She expected nothing less from her companion in magic then to deliver. Jagem was now within her field of influence, and the stabilization spell was working to its full capacity. With nothing left to lose now....Etrina switched her focus to the temporal stability magic and dropped the time lock spell she already had in place. A massive spike in power erupted as the central lynch pin in Etrina trap was finally revealed.

Erosa materialized, already in her magicite from, radiating intense heat and energy. Her magicite heart was charged to its maximum level and being maintained by the power of Etrinas stabilizing array. She had been put into a sort of temporal stasis until the right moment to both minimize the amount of energy required to maintain her fully charged form and to provide a surprise at the right moment to catch Jagem off guard.

(PL - 210k)

It only took a moment for the sprung Erosa to lock in on Jagam, and let out a bellowing scream as she leap in to tear the recently attacked, and more then likely off balance, Jagam.

Seeing his chance, Totoma broke off and launched himself into the air. He clenched his fists and focused his power, his emerald aura flaring to an even larger as he activated his family's signature Full Boar technique and pushed his Hitozaru form's power to its maximum. He cupped his hands and green energy began concentrating between them...

"Kame...."

He loosed his rage at this... beast, allowing it to fuel his attack. All the people he'd killed... those saiyans, likely other people. His mother. Him. Those ten years of suffering he'd endured. All of it... put into this one final attack.

"Hame...."

No. More. This ended now!

"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

He thrust his hands forward and let loose with a roaring torrent of emerald ki. This was an upgraded variation of the Kamehameha he had been developing. Quicker to charge, more efficient, more powerful... an all-around superior technique. In honor of his clan, he had christened it...

The Full Boar Kamehameha

The Full Boar Kamehameha disappeared into a Void Tunnel, exiting... just under Jagam, aimed upwards, to avoid, well, destroying the Earth utterly. After all, with the power he wielded right now, with this technique... destroying a planet was child's play.

The blast erupted from the ground, taking Jagem with it, and leaving Erosa to pounce the dust cloud that remained. After hopping around in the dust cloud for a few moment, enough to clear it away, Erosa turns to face Etrina and gives her a thumbs up and a fanged grin.

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"Nailed it Ero"

"You sure did." Etrina said, withering Erosa under the most intense dead fish stare she'd ever produced. "But it would be nice if you could finish nailing him so this one time only temporal stabilization spell array isn't a complete waste....and more importantly before it fails and you blow us all to hell."

"Your cute when your angry......" Erosa turned and cupped her hand over her eyes, watching the light trail carrying jagem strike somewhere on the moon. "Ara...don't worry...I can still hit him from here....I'll just have too..."

She shot into the air. "Leave it to the mutt to only half-do the job," she muttered. "I'll do it myself." As she rocketed upward, her crimson aura gave way to the familiar violet color that was the death knell for the Saiyan Killer.

"Galick Gun! FIRE!!!!" She let loose her weapon of war, fully intending on destroying any and all trace of Jagam... and the moon if necessary.

She was ending this here and now.

"That's easy...we don't follow him," Sasheem answered, flying around Zaofan and the Saiyans. "We just try our damnedest to blow up the moon. Sarada's got the right idea," the MAjin stated, raising his antennae to fire at the moon...not with a destructive blast, but a a bit of magic,

After all the moon would easier to destroy if it were made of cheese.

As the moon destorying blasts ascended into the sky, Erosa turned back to Etrina.

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"Nailed it Ero"

"STOP SAYING YOU NAILED IT!" Etrina screamed.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

A few things happen:

1), watching from a far, Eva and Kai both freakout as the beams spiral towards the moon to blow it to hell alongside Jagam. Grabbing Ereshkigal and Nunlil, Eva and Kai quickly get a spell together and cast it.


Far away, just before the beams strike the moon, they’ll pass through it instead (though still connect with Jagam as the spell only effects the moon) as their spell phases the moon out of synch for a few precious seconds.

2), Sahseem’s magic transformation attack strikes instead of the moon, Jagam himself. No one will ever know he actually got the killing blow on the halfling.

3), two combined Saiyan ki attack’s obliterate Jagam’s body wholesale, their beams passing through a phased moon but striking cheese Jagam perfectly.

4), just before the moon phases and he finds himself floating freeform and not cheesed or dead, Jagam finishes his blood spell. It wouldn’t have been possible if so much of his blood hasn’t been spilled all over the battlefield on Earth, but in this last moment, he was grateful for that fact. The blood sigil pulses once more and then fades away as he dies, his last thoughts echoing to Totoma, Sarada, and Parsley somehow.

“You’ll never find.....peace...now....unravel...to your very.....core, in my...eternal...curse....”


And that seems to be all for now. Jagam is dead for good, and so seems to be Anula.