Dragonball M, Chapter 5: Clarion’s Call! The Signal! The Fate of the Universes!

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The woman keeps on walking, murmuring at each bit of art and sculpture that hangs or is adorned about the place.

“Gaudy, tacky, nice vase, terrible paint work…….”

The last one, a portrait of Sarada, is torn down by the woman and wadded up before being tossed over her shoulder.

"...And the bitch just right on walking." Avoca narrowed her eyes and watched in slight disbelief as the stranger started breaking all their **** and tearing down their paintings. She knew art was subjective and all that, but that was just dickish. "And she's tearing our **** up. Great." She sighed. That meeting with Sarada would have to wait.

She transformed into Super Saiyan and quickly walked toward her. "Far be it for me to criticize a guest, but could you stop breaking our house. It's kind of rude."

Her eye twitched when Sarada's portrait was ripped down and casually discarded like yesterday's buffet receipt. "Okay, bitch. You got until the count of three before you start catching hands. One..."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"...And the bitch just right on walking." Avoca narrowed her eyes and watched in slight disbelief as the stranger started breaking all their **** and tearing down their paintings. She knew art was subjective and all that, but that was just dickish. "And she's tearing our **** up. Great." She sighed. That meeting with Sarada would have to wait.

She transformed into Super Saiyan and quickly walked toward her. "Far be it for me to criticize a guest, but could you stop breaking our house. It's kind of rude."

Her eye twitched when Sarada's portrait was ripped down and casually discarded like yesterday's buffet receipt. "Okay, bitch. You got until the count of three before you start catching hands. One..."

A hand snakes out and grabs Avoca’s mouth and face, the pressure immediately silencing the super Saiyan as the fingers clamp down hard enough her jaw threatens to shatter. The woman looks at you, eyes glowing eerily.

“Hmm, you’ll do for a lite snack.”

Her mouth opens, fangs glinting from the light of Avoca’s aura, as the women latches onto her neck with her fangs and drinks greedily at Avoca’s power and her blood. Instantly, her super Saiyan aura disappears as the woman drinks it and Avoca’s blood.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

A hand snakes out and grabs Avoca’s mouth and face, the pressure immediately silencing the super Saiyan as the fingers clamp down hard enough her jaw threatens to shatter. The woman looks at you, eyes glowing eerily.

“Hmm, you’ll do for a lite snack.”

Her mouth opens, fangs glinting from the light of Avoca’s aura, as the women latches onto her neck with her fangs and drinks greedily at Avoca’s power and her blood. Instantly, her super Saiyan aura disappears as the woman drinks it and Avoca’s blood.

"!!!"

Avoca couldn't react before the hand grabbed her face with strength she hadn't experienced in a while. It felt like her skull was about to crumble apart in her grip! A hand grasped the foreign wrist and tugged in an attempt to pry her loose.

What... is she doing?! Her eyes bulged slightly as the woman sunk her teeth into her neck. It wasn't the sensual mark of dominance like it was whenever Parsley did it; it was like she... she was! She was drinking her blood, like those things in those stupid movies!

A vampire?! Damn it! I'm not about to be anyone's lunch!

Her eyes narrowed as her gripped on the woman's wrist slackened and fell away. Then, her hands slammed together, creating a Thunderclap in her ear to disorient the woman enough to get her to let her go.

[KingofPie]

The battle near Cask was bloody. The Khanate, maddened by years of HFIL and blood, showed no mercy and little in the way of self-preservation. The Grey Thorn mages were a bit more careful, their members banding together to battle Morgana and her allies.

As more help came, the EDF deploying forces to support, more and more began to get pushed back. However, when the mages summoned multiple Tulpa Demons to join the fray, the battle began to swing back to being a stalemate.

Sasheem and his makeshift army trailing behind him were on their way towards Cask. Racing through the Majin's mind was the information presented to him mid-flight by a few of his troops, regarding two trump cards that had just fallen into his hands. One was a technique the leader of the rebel demon faction in his 'army', Ma Yusha. The other....well, he'd rather not deal with the other factor at the moment, but his abilities may be needed soon. Sasheem had sensed something....off.

The Majin looked to the Snake Mistress. "Hey...make sure none of these numbskulls turn tail, alright?" Sasheem asked. "Head towards Cask but don't engage just yet. Sasheem ain't gonna take long..." His forces went ahead to scout out Cask. Between Pytha, the Snake Mistress, the demon, and his girl, the army should be kept in line. "Wait!" Sasheem pointed to one particular member of his forces. "Not you...you stay put for now and follow me..."

Now as far as that 'off' feeling goes, it was a very familiar source of ki. A malevolent source. Sasheem used the Spider's Blessing to conceal his ki to sneak around what appeared to be a long-dead enemy...

On Earth, meandering slowly through Capital City, a lone figure walks. The proto-Majin, Auroc of Taltok, observes the world he had only seen from afar and smirks slightly.

Power begins to gather in his hands.

"Hey gramps..." Sasheem began, rising from up next to Auroc. "What'cha up to there?"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"!!!"

Avoca couldn't react before the hand grabbed her face with strength she hadn't experienced in a while. It felt like her skull was about to crumble apart in her grip! A hand grasped the foreign wrist and tugged in an attempt to pry her loose.

What... is she doing?! Her eyes bulged slightly as the woman sunk her teeth into her neck. It wasn't the sensual mark of dominance like it was whenever Parsley did it; it was like she... she was! She was drinking her blood, like those things in those stupid movies!

A vampire?! Damn it! I'm not about to be anyone's lunch!

Her eyes narrowed as her gripped on the woman's wrist slackened and fell away. Then, her hands slammed together, creating a Thunderclap in her ear to disorient the woman enough to get her to let her go.

The woman’s head doesn’t even move.

She does pull back and drops Avoca to the ground. However, Avoca would find that her ability to stand, much less summon any energy, was gone. The woman, who’s ears are bleeding slightly, looks at her and slowly licks her lips and fangs clean even as the blood from her ears stops running. Apparently, she heals fast too.

“I must say, your blood and power are……hmm, sweet and earthy. Like sugar and autumn dirt. Lovely.”

She walks over and casually grabs Avoca’s unmoving keg, slowly dragging her away.

“Come along, come along. My saliva will keep you paralyzed long enough so that we can…finish our tryst. But not here, too open.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sasheem and his makeshift army trailing behind him were on their way towards Cask. Racing through the Majin's mind was the information presented to him mid-flight by a few of his troops, regarding two trump cards that had just fallen into his hands. One was a technique the leader of the rebel demon faction in his 'army', Ma Yusha. The other....well, he'd rather not deal with the other factor at the moment, but his abilities may be needed soon. Sasheem had sensed something....off.

The Majin looked to the Snake Mistress. "Hey...make sure none of these numbskulls turn tail, alright?" Sasheem asked. "Head towards Cask but don't engage just yet. Sasheem ain't gonna take long..." His forces went ahead to scout out Cask. Between Pytha, the Snake Mistress, the demon, and his girl, the army should be kept in line. "Wait!" Sasheem pointed to one particular member of his forces. "Not you...you stay put for now and follow me..."

Now as far as that 'off' feeling goes, it was a very familiar source of ki. A malevolent source. Sasheem used the Spider's Blessing to conceal his ki to sneak around what appeared to be a long-dead enemy...





"Hey gramps..." Sasheem began, rising from up next to Auroc. "What'cha up to there?"

Auroc pauses, the ball of energy held in his hands as his eyes glance toward Sasheem.

“Ahh, the…majin.”

It’s not his voice, but a female one that speaks as something invisible binds Sasheem with old Threshling magic, a bubble of it appearing all around and constructing Sasheem.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The woman’s head doesn’t even move.

She does pull back and drops Avoca to the ground. However, Avoca would find that her ability to stand, much less summon any energy, was gone. The woman, who’s ears are bleeding slightly, looks at her and slowly licks her lips and fangs clean even as the blood from her ears stops running. Apparently, she heals fast too.

“I must say, your blood and power are……hmm, sweet and earthy. Like sugar and autumn dirt. Lovely.”

She walks over and casually grabs Avoca’s unmoving keg, slowly dragging her away.

“Come along, come along. My saliva will keep you paralyzed long enough so that we can…finish our tryst. But not here, too open.”

It was bad.

It was really bad.

Avoca couldn't move. She couldn't power up. She could barely muster enough energy to groan impotently. But while it looked bad, it wasn't hopeless. Avoca may not have been a savior of the universe like Sarada and Parsley, but she wasn't helpless. She had a few tricks up her sleeve that she didn't need to stand up for. And it just so happened that the dumb vampire bitch grabbed her leg, which was exactly what she needed.

That leg began to excrete a grayish mist. As close as the vampire was, there was no way she could have avoided it. Her Ki Negation worked to weaken a person's power. If nothing else, it would at least even the playing field a little.

[KingofPie]

Meanwhile…………

GP HQ is getting blasted bad. A fleet of ships from a dozen different crime syndicates and families had arrived to attack the place, alongside a few known criminals who could survive in space themselves. A few GP ships had ignored the directive to leave and were battling the attacking forces, but currently they are losing.

Durive and Dr. Cast were traversing through the depths of the GP's HQ, old forgotten corridors, closed off and quarantined long ago. "Officers often forget....this base was not built but found...don't they?" he asked of Durive, the base creaking with each assault of the enemy. Rusted walls and eerie cobwebs both were swept aside, the two intent on reaching their goal, even amidst the various attacks.

One could only hope that the base and it's few defenders could hold out.

Outside of the station, a lone figure stood atop one of five ships approaching the base, observing the conflict from afar. "I quit and look at the predicament they find themselves in," the figure spoke, the voice belonging to the former lieutenant turned private detective. "Contingency plans, certainly aren't what they used to be..." He leaped off the ship, fist raised in the direction of one of the criminal ships to punch through it while the five ships around him provided cover fire.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

It was bad.

It was really bad.

Avoca couldn't move. She couldn't power up. She could barely muster enough energy to groan impotently. But while it looked bad, it wasn't hopeless. Avoca may not have been a savior of the universe like Sarada and Parsley, but she wasn't helpless. She had a few tricks up her sleeve that she didn't need to stand up for. And it just so happened that the dumb vampire bitch grabbed her leg, which was exactly what she needed.

That leg began to excrete a grayish mist. As close as the vampire was, there was no way she could have avoided it. Her Ki Negation worked to weaken a person's power. If nothing else, it would at least even the playing field a little.

The grey mist does have an effect.

The woman tightens her grip and Avoca can feel her right ankle bones crack and shatter. The woman looks down and holds her other hand out.

“Neat trick, unfortunately, my Ki is special. Here, try mine.”

A small ball of Hakai suddenly appears in her free hand and hovers into the grey mist, annihilating it before it goes to hover right over Avoca’s face.

“Try that again, and I’ll let my little friend stop onto your pretty face and watch as you fade into nothingness.”

She turns back around and pulls on your shattered ankle, dragging you deeper into the palace.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Durive and Dr. Cast were traversing through the depths of the GP's HQ, old forgotten corridors, closed off and quarantined long ago. "Officers often forget....this base was not built but found...don't they?" he asked of Durive, the base creaking with each assault of the enemy. Rusted walls and eerie cobwebs both were swept aside, the two intent on reaching their goal, even amidst the various attacks.

One could only hope that the base and it's few defenders could hold out.

Outside of the station, a lone figure stood atop one of five ships approaching the base, observing the conflict from afar. "I quit and look at the predicament they find themselves in," the figure spoke, the voice belonging to the former lieutenant turned private detective. "Contingency plans, certainly aren't what they used to be..." He leaped off the ship, fist raised in the direction of one of the criminal ships to punch through it while the five ships around him provided cover fire.

A good two dozen of the marauding forces turn and open fire at the five ships, even as one gets torn apart by his bare hands.

[grampagen]

The Orbital Ring surrounding the Earth mobilized, and across the two equatorial elevators mechanized troops and armoured divisions spilled out in squadrons that spearhead the air support from every latitude. From this distance high above, Kenshiko grimaced, brushing a fringe of dark auburn out of her eyes. The map that lit above the consoles live from the Capsule Sattelite Feeds traced a grid around the world below, and it was like a morbid game of chess.

On the ground she'd pulled off ops as a unit Sergeant, but as the Commander, a great part of her held regret that she could not join them at this very moment.

"Planetary Shields holding! We have lockdown!" Came the engineering report, and the Tiger grimaced.

"The Saiyan tech really does give as good as it takes," she said, the transparent veil covering the length of the Ring and its two elevators, large swathes flaring green upon impact as it absorbed the force and recharged itself. "That will be the last thing any of them see before we send them straight back to hell. Nobody gets in, nothing gets out!"

The battle near Cask was bloody. The Khanate, maddened by years of HFIL and blood, showed no mercy and little in the way of self-preservation. The Grey Thorn mages were a bit more careful, their members banding together to battle Morgana and her allies.

As more help came, the EDF deploying forces to support, more and more began to get pushed back. However, when the mages summoned multiple Tulpa Demons to join the fray, the battle began to swing back to being a stalemate.

The tricks of the magicians were formidable, and as the town emptied with the increase in combat, Rose and the Cask Militia had begun to fall back as Morgan and Erosa held the line.

With the emergence of Tulpa Demons proving to be an escalation, with enough of the civilian population out of the way so did the ki-enhanced fighters begin to move their mechanized forces in a tight maneuver.

Strafing the Khanate at range, Variable Fighters cut through the still winter air, screaming like hellbound eagles as they let loose with their payload. When they'd emerged, they'd crossed a line, and the fighter squadron's message resounded clearly in the winter tundra: No further.

Closer to the ground, the Armoured Division took aim at the emergent magical creatures and their magician hosts, aiding the charge of Morgan's ghostly familiar knights with the efforts of their modern-day counterparts to break their lines and thin their ranks as they and Erosa made haste for the Coven Magicians responsible for all this.

On Earth, meandering slowly through Capital City, a lone figure walks. The proto-Majin, Auroc of Taltok, observes the world he had only seen from afar and smirks slightly.

Power begins to gather in his hands.

Strangely, despite the city being where the sirens blared loudest, the fighting was the thickest at the outskirts. Capital City itself seemed to be as bustling as ever, though the sidewalk and vehicle traffic shuffled orderly towards the shelter entrances. Yet there were a number of small-time entrepeneurs, street-side hustlers that refused to budge.

They hadn't had this much engagement drifting their way in a while.

"Hey you! Buddy! You want a hot dog?"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The grey mist does have an effect.

The woman tightens her grip and Avoca can feel her right ankle bones crack and shatter. The woman looks down and holds her other hand out.

“Neat trick, unfortunately, my Ki is special. Here, try mine.”

A small ball of Hakai suddenly appears in her free hand and hovers into the grey mist, annihilating it before it goes to hover right over Avoca’s face.

“Try that again, and I’ll let my little friend stop onto your pretty face and watch as you fade into nothingness.”

She turns back around and pulls on your shattered ankle, dragging you deeper into the palace.

She let out a stifled groan when her ankle was shattered. Hakai?! What the hell?!

Avoca didn't know much about that god nonsense, but she did know that only GoDs could use Hakai... and that idiot Asha'rah. If the vampire could...

****.

It dawned on Avoca who she was dealing with. "...She Who Stalks?" she said, voice shaky from exhaustion. If not her directly, then one of her minions.

Think, Avoca! There has to be something I can do. Well, there was one thing, but there was zero guarantee it would work like she wanted. In fact, she was almost entirely certain it would backfire and she'd end up erased. It wasn't worth a try yet.

...Or maybe it was. She was going to die anyway, so she might as well go out swinging.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Aboard a GP ship that is heading towards Earth, Praxat checks the monitor. ( Hmm, I wonder how long until I get to Earth?) Praxat thought.

Praxat then checks the arrival time on the monitor. ( I learn a lot of stuff from my great-great-uncle Bulllick. Such as Swordsmanship and the true nature of my Bio-Electromagnokinesis. I can do electrolysis now, thanks to Uncle Bulllick's training,) Praxat thought.

( Uncle Bulllick told me that as a Bio-Electromagnokinetic. I can store and accumulate electromagnetic energy from outside sources. It makes sense if I can absorb electromagnetic energy,) Praxat thought.

( Then I should be able to store and accumulate electromagnetic energy from outside sources and add it to my own also, like a static build-up) Praxat thought.

( Oh, and also thanks to Uncle Bulllick's training. I can use my Bio-Electromagnokinesis to heal people now. It's risky, though,) Praxat thought.

( I need total focus to control electrons correctly for the healing to work on someone, and the person might age faster since I would be healing them by accelerating their cell division. I need to think about how injured a person is before even attempting electrical healing. Because likely the more injured they are. The more likely their age is going to accelerate,) Praxat thought.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

He nods to her, the Knights saluting.

“We have….much to do towards redemption. I am..glad we were able to help.”

Clone Sarada smiled and nodded knowingly. "Take it from someone who's been there. You'll get there soon. I'm confident that Nevanlinna will guide your people to a new tomorrow."

Sheki’hinah’s eyes slowly blaze with light, the large Oni slapping nullifying cuffs on each soul before ushering them to new cells. Each one was individual, far away from the others, and once inside each of the Frost Demons would be cast into their own purgatory, punished until either redeemed or they agreed to go through the soul cleanser and be reborn as something else.

Tundra himself was not brought to a new cell. Instead he is lead towards a strange machine, one he does not recognize. Sheki’hinah and Sihn the only ones around.

Tundra frowned as he beheld the peculiar machine. He assumed he would have been taken to his cell, but it seemed they had other plans for him. He swallowed nervously. "W...what is the meaning of this? Why am I not at my cell?"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The Orbital Ring surrounding the Earth mobilized, and across the two equatorial elevators mechanized troops and armoured divisions spilled out in squadrons that spearhead the air support from every latitude. From this distance high above, Kenshiko grimaced, brushing a fringe of dark auburn out of her eyes. The map that lit above the consoles live from the Capsule Sattelite Feeds traced a grid around the world below, and it was like a morbid game of chess.

On the ground she'd pulled off ops as a unit Sergeant, but as the Commander, a great part of her held regret that she could not join them at this very moment.

"Planetary Shields holding! We have lockdown!" Came the engineering report, and the Tiger grimaced.

"The Saiyan tech really does give as good as it takes," she said, the transparent veil covering the length of the Ring and its two elevators, large swathes flaring green upon impact as it absorbed the force and recharged itself. "That will be the last thing any of them see before we send them straight back to hell. Nobody gets in, nothing gets out!"



The tricks of the magicians were formidable, and as the town emptied with the increase in combat, Rose and the Cask Militia had begun to fall back as Morgan and Erosa held the line.

With the emergence of Tulpa Demons proving to be an escalation, with enough of the civilian population out of the way so did the ki-enhanced fighters begin to move their mechanized forces in a tight maneuver.

Strafing the Khanate at range, Variable Fighters cut through the still winter air, screaming like hellbound eagles as they let loose with their payload. When they'd emerged, they'd crossed a line, and the fighter squadron's message resounded clearly in the winter tundra: No further.

Closer to the ground, the Armoured Division took aim at the emergent magical creatures and their magician hosts, aiding the charge of Morgan's ghostly familiar knights with the efforts of their modern-day counterparts to break their lines and thin their ranks as they and Erosa made haste for the Coven Magicians responsible for all this.



Strangely, despite the city being where the sirens blared loudest, the fighting was the thickest at the outskirts. Capital City itself seemed to be as bustling as ever, though the sidewalk and vehicle traffic shuffled orderly towards the shelter entrances. Yet there were a number of small-time entrepeneurs, street-side hustlers that refused to budge.

They hadn't had this much engagement drifting their way in a while.

"Hey you! Buddy! You want a hot dog?"

Long ago, the Khanate had faced men and women and others with swords and spears, arrows and magic, fists and fire. They had lost, but it had been close. Today, the remnant of the Khanate was stronger, quicker, more powerful.

So too we’re those that call Earth home.

From on high and down low, modern technology, bolstered and beefed up by the best Terran, Nevadian, Earthling, Saiyan, and a few bits here and from the GP and others, slammed into the Khanate like the wrath of gods. While the herd was decimated and driven back, the Tulpa’s moved forward and flung molten shadow and freezing light towards the defenders, all the while the coven mages stayed hidden from Erosa.

——

Kenshiko gets the alert of the massive tare in space, if the thing that was bigger than the moon and heading towards Earth. Miras Thane, the local GP officer aboard the Coldlight, radioes in.

“You seeing that thing!?”

———

Auroc pauses as the invisible women wraps Sasheem up and looks at who spoke.

“A…hotdog?”