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

[Tami]

"Possibly..." Blizzar raised a brow. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's just ah'm taking up a collection. Ah can't say what's it fore yet, but ah figgure everyone will know soon enough. Ah expect when word get's out, you'd be more'n happy to share some o'those winnings."

[KingofPie]

Sarada knew what Blizzar was trying to do. Yet, he was mistaken about one thing: she had no intention of actually spending the money. How could she? She pretty much assumed that it was worthless since it was from another timeline.

Inflation and all that.

Plus, Vocado and the Saiyan Empire didn't use galactic credits; though, she was in the thought process of making the switch from antiquated orbs to credits, if only for the simplicity and uniformity.

"Pfft, nice try. Just give me my money, bitch."

"Sure thing.." Blizzar smirked, a look of curiosity upon his face as he tried to read the expression of the Saiyan regent. Did she not care? What could she possibly do with worthless money?!

While the lack of disappointment on her face was in and of itself disappointing, Blizzar didn't display it outwardly. On the contrary, another idea began formulate in his greedy brain. Best to simply leave it be for now.

"There," he stated, placing the money before her. "That should be all of it."

"Oh, it's just ah'm taking up a collection. Ah can't say what's it fore yet, but ah figgure everyone will know soon enough. Ah expect when word get's out, you'd be more'n happy to share some o'those winnings."

"....." Blizzar idly tapped his fingers together. "...Share the winnings, you say?" He inquired after a moment.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"Oh, it's just ah'm taking up a collection. Ah can't say what's it fore yet, but ah figgure everyone will know soon enough. Ah expect when word get's out, you'd be more'n happy to share some o'those winnings."

Parsley heard this and turned her attention to Dash and Blizzar. It didn't take much thought to figure out what she was talking about. That this was even as issue was absurd.

Her eyes narrowed. "If you need money that badly, why don't you ask Jinzi?" she inquired, rather brusquely. "I'm sure the billionaire and wealthiest man on this planet won't mind."

[bruceleegreyhulk]

"Thank you for your concern. It did get more dangerous than we anticipated, but in the end we were successful thanks in a large part to Althena's actions." Meagan acknowledged Althena with a nod and a smile.

Althena skin turns bright green and she gives a thumbs up to Meagan . Two smiley emojis appears in Praxat's goggles , " I see well that's good. Also I'm surprise that Althena didn't get tempted by the flashiness of that casino you and the others were at in that another timeline. Yeah I was watching through a Holo- Screen," Praxat said.

Althena skin turns back to it's normal platinum color, " I don't give into greed or temptation," Althena said.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

When Wilhelm displayed the contents of the Terran archive, Ochazuke watched silently. The towering giants were reflected in his dark eyes. Each thunderous footfall, each impassive wave of destruction begotten by the merest gesture echoed upon the surface where he beheld them. Machines built in the likeness of man. His response, if any, was muted, scarcely any more than a listless nod carried upon the rhythm of his breath.

Steady, poised, and watchful as one calamity bled into the next. Little by little, his head bowed and his expression grew more sullen.



"Is it a sin to strive?"

Though pointed, Ochazuke's words were spoken unusually softly. In his various discussion with the fallen goddess, he remembered quite well the relative distance and scale she looked out upon the universe.

The same distance between Zeno and her creation. A film of ants clustered beneath the pillar-feet of an elephant. He stared into her blank face, his gaze blameless, searching for some answer, wordlessly asking 'why'?

What was the reason she let them into the universe of her creation. Who could say? Did she even remember?

Worlds burning unwatched. Screams unheard. Lives stricken from memory, no more than a torturous spasm considered once jadedly, and then no more; there are no memories for those granted no remembrance.

Perhaps Asha'rah had shed her tears dry the day the Cairnstones crumbled to dust and left in their place absolutely nothing. Had she known then what she remembered now? Was it a show of her touted vision to be praised by those hailing from outside of it?

"That is the price of ill-considered apathy."



They saw the end result of a world pushed to their last resort. Scores of graves marked nameless rows across Terra, stacked in cairns.

Splinters of that which shackled the Destroyer had let the legacy of the First Race join humanity in death.

It did not escape his notice then when Ishtar turned from the scene on display. Much like her words, he saw in her movements a pronounced inability to lie. That great strength, the will to push against gods and fate for even a moment, faltered.

Thousands of years of habit upended in two and a few days. But it wouldn't have been for nothing. What stood before them at this second, this battle was what mattered. But not alone.

What Wilhelm clutched in his hand for examination was a familiar shape. Raising his hand to the archive, and so Ochazuke began turning from the recorded projections to the scores of images within. Plunging deep into the forboding, the familiar shapes of the glyphed obelisks, the silent armada that rallied in the North and over Capital City led him here.

Machines built in the likeness of man. At the core of it, the intention...

The motives of the Faceless First Ones remained a mystery, but their fear was palpable through the scale of violence they had inflicted upon Terra. It remained to be seen, then, whether their war had concluded or had only a brief reprieve. Sequestered in some space across time, the Doctor turned his lethal eye towards a path tread once before; but in the scope of his blighted vision, how well did even Jinzi Pantaloon understand it without the will to see something for what it truly was?

Past the twisted geometry of weapons seen in the scrap of Universe 18, Ochazuke found what he was looking for: an entry on the construction of a Dreadnought Heart.

"The heart, Wilhelm. Let me see it again."

The ones in the archives are not intertwined with human tech, for one. They also work four to five per Dreadnaught. The Doctor has manipulated this one to drive a single being.

The heart also has runes carved into it from Marduk, the Oni, to prevent some level of magical tampering. Otherwise, Wilhelm would say the heart appears to have been in storage for a while before being used. Curiously, it does appear...smaller, upon a second look. It is clearly a Dreadnaught heart, but Wilhelm can not find a similar one so small upon looking through the archives again.

Either the Doctor shrunk it somehow or, more disturbingly, he found something in storage that Wilhelm’s archive never ran across. A prototype new weapon, perhaps, sealed away before their demise.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Wilhelm nods to Ishtar.

“It shall..be done, Lady Ishtar. I’ll..make sure the Heart gets....back to you.”

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Qaztoh who is wearing her tiara shows up holding a device that is obviously not made with Earth technology and a clear flask contain a clear gel substance . Qaztoh hands Praxat the device , " Okay I took a look at a blueprint of yours and made this device for you. I call it Quantum Ambient Toxin Collector. this little device will allow you to use your poison generation more efficiently , and all you need to do is just attached it to your chest ," Qaztoh said.

Praxat examines the device," Thanks for the device this will definitely come in handy , but it seems to be compose of exotic material. yeah whatever materials you made this device form they definitely weren't from this planet. So where in the hell did you get the materials to make this from Qaztoh?" Praxat said.




" I know guy. He's a Metalman name Joe that runs a electronics , hardware , and material store called Joe's Space Garage on Planet Vumpu. His prices are steep , but the stuff he has is damn good! however he's willing to make trades if you have something that is highly valuable " Qaztoh said.

" So is that why one of the gems in your tiara is missing ?" Praxat said.

" Yeah it is, but it's not because of that device. it's because of the material this compound gel in the flask I'm holding is made up. it is a compound that is made out of bunch of rare really expensive high grade materials , and I had to trade one of my Tiara's gems just to get them. Dammit I really wish I didn't have to part with one of them, They are a part of the royal family heirloom, but of course they are Iridium diamonds, which are super rare , and can only be found in The Southern Quadrant. So I can pretty much trade them to get about just about anything I need," Qaztoh said.


" Yeah about that what does the gel in the flask do exactly ?" Praxat said.


" Oh it absorbs acid , basically it makes any material it covers corrosive proof. I call it Kaithium!" Qaztoh said.

[Tami]

Parsley heard this and turned her attention to Dash and Blizzar. It didn't take much thought to figure out what she was talking about. That this was even as issue was absurd.

Her eyes narrowed. "If you need money that badly, why don't you ask Jinzi?" she inquired, rather brusquely. "I'm sure the billionaire and wealthiest man on this planet won't mind."

"it's not fore' me. It's for a gift, ah figgure ah'd throw a baby shower and get the kid somethin' really nice." Once Dash said it, she realized she said too much and it showed in the way her expression.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Sarada smirked and captured her cut of the profits in the capsule before sticking that in her pocket. "This is going straight in a museum. People will get a real kick out of seeing money from another timeline!" she said to herself.

"Hm. Then again, having this much out in the open would just be inviting someone to and steal it. Ah! I'll just display a little bit and burn the rest!"

"it's not fore' me. It's for a gift, ah figgure ah'd throw a baby shower and get the kid somethin' really nice." Once Dash said it, she realized she said too much and it showed in the way her expression.

Parsley wasn't sure what she was expecting, but that wasn't it. "Remind me to never ask you to keep a secret," she remarked.

"Eh? Is someone pregnant?" Sarada asked.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

"it's not fore' me. It's for a gift, ah figgure ah'd throw a baby shower and get the kid somethin' really nice." Once Dash said it, she realized she said too much and it showed in the way her expression.

Qaztoh is listening to this, " Hmm should I give Dash one of my gems ?" I really don't like parting with them," Qaztoh said.

Althena touches Qaztoh on her right shoulder ," Qaztoh let me ask you a question , what do you think is our kingdom's greatest treasure ?" Althena said.


" obviously it's this tiara on my head," Qaztoh said.

"That is incorrect . Our kingdom's greatest treasure isn't material possessions. It's our people, they are our kingdom's greatest treasure , always have been. To be a good queen , Qaztoh you have to be willing to put the needs of others before your own," Althena said.


Qaztoh thinks about it for a moment" I think I know what I have to do," Qaztoh said.

Qaztoh walks over to Dash yanks out one of the gems from her tiara ,and hands it to Dash, " Here you can have this. It'll make a great gift for someone," Qaztoh said.

[Sion Reaver]

The petite Chromakai looked up at the new arrival, "Um, hi. I'm Cyanna. Are we going to be invaded again?"

Aleka wondered what she was even talking about before some measure of understanding hit; she was assuming, likely because she was an alien if there was some kind of invasion was a foot? At least that was a guess.

"Nah. Just passing through I guess you could say."

Besides most Acorians weren't martially strong so any invasion against a group like this would of been bugs to a flame thrower.

Heh. The lady, Aleka, didn't take offense to the leering. "Nice to meet you. Sorry about that. It's an old habit I'm trying to break." Trying and failing; but at least she was trying. That counted for something, right? She was thankful that Ishtar was as free-minded and patient as she was. Anyone near her age wouldn't have been as willing to wait for Sarada to stop ogling other women and pay them their due attention. Not to say that she didn't have two eyes on Ishtar all the time, but it was hard to stop doing something she had had no reason not to for years.

Maybe one day.

"Martial artist, huh?" she murmured when she returned her thoughts to the conversation at hand. "That means you like to fight, right? If you do, then you and me are going to fight at some point. I wanna see how strong and skilled you are." Plus, there was nothing that brought two strangers closer more quickly than fighting. Well, that and mating. That second thing was out of the question.

Regrettably.

"Is that right?" The tone from Aleka wasn't mocking but more good natured and her smile indicated as much. "Sure. I'm down for some sparring later if you're game." Which, she was which was no surprise being a young Sayain. Who had ever heard of a Sayain that was a complete pacifist?

..We'll, she was sure they existed somewhere. It be less stranger then the news she ran into as of late anyway.

"It's called Elemental Way." The older woman explained as she continued. "My style that is. Title is self explanatory, mostly focused on Elemental Ki but its not the only trick it has. What about yours if you don't mind me asking?"

Maybe they learn some technique or two from each other but she wasn't getting ahead of herself.

[KingofPie]

Blizzar let the conversation continue, intent on no longer taking any part of it as communications with the rest of the Galaxy Police had been opened, a holographic keyboard and monitor being displayed before him by a drone.

"Welcome, lieutenant. How may I assist you?" The automated computer voice had asked of him.

"Transfer me directly to the Chief. I've much urgent information to relay regarding the status of Earth and the threats that may affect the universe at large."

"Patching you through..." the computerized voice relayed, the holo-screen going blank for a moment as it began to access the computer terminal of the Chief's office.

Truth be told, this was a conversation Blizzar was dreading, for a few reasons, but hopefully he could quickly give his report and then not have to directly deal with his superiors any further for quite some time.

And...much to his chagrin, it was not the Chief who had answered the call, but Deputy Chief Flasshu. Pointy eared premiere mage of the Galaxy Police. She and Blizzar did not have an...amicable working relationship.

"I have it, sir!" She stated, looking back at an unseen figure behind a chair, behind a desk, facing the opposite direction of the screen. Turning around she glanced at the screen, beginning to speak fornally, "This is Deputy Chief Stragge! What do you..." she froze slightly, upon noticing it was Blizzar who had called, a dis interested expression growing upon her face. "Oh..."

*Click*

"..." the Arcosian blinked.

"Welcome, lieutenant. How may I assist you?" The automated computer voice returned.

Grumbling to himself and not-so-inwardly seething, Blizzar began to initiate yet another call to the Chief's office. Hopefully, this time he would not be so abruptly cut off.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat places the Quantum ambient Toxin Collector on her chest and it attaches itself to Praxat's chest using Praxat's own bio-electric energy field," You know Meagan to be honest I thought Althena was a bad choice to go on a mission , because of her primitiveness, I was actually against her going , but didn't say anything. However I glad everything turn out okay in the end," Praxat said.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Meagan hugged Jinzi back, then pulled out her wallet. From within she extracted a capsule and handed it to him with a smile, "Here, I have a present for you. Actually," she had the look of someone barely holding back a secret, "I have two presents, but the second I'd like to share with you in private."

Jinzi nods, quirking an eyebrow.

“How mysterious. What’s in the capsule?”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Blizzar let the conversation continue, intent on no longer taking any part of it as communications with the rest of the Galaxy Police had been opened, a holographic keyboard and monitor being displayed before him by a drone.

"Welcome, lieutenant. How may I assist you?" The automated computer voice had asked of him.

"Transfer me directly to the Chief. I've much urgent information to relay regarding the status of Earth and the threats that may affect the universe at large."

"Patching you through..." the computerized voice relayed, the holo-screen going blank for a moment as it began to access the computer terminal of the Chief's office.

Truth be told, this was a conversation Blizzar was dreading, for a few reasons, but hopefully he could quickly give his report and then not have to directly deal with his superiors any further for quite some time.

And...much to his chagrin, it was not the Chief who had answered the call, but Deputy Chief Flasshu. Pointy eared premiere mage of the Galaxy Police. She and Blizzar did not have an...amicable working relationship.

"I have it, sir!" She stated, looking back at an unseen figure behind a chair, behind a desk, facing the opposite direction of the screen. Turning around she glanced at the screen, beginning to speak fornally, "This is Deputy Chief Stragge! What do you..." she froze slightly, upon noticing it was Blizzar who had called, a dis interested expression growing upon her face. "Oh..."

*Click*

"..." the Arcosian blinked.

"Welcome, lieutenant. How may I assist you?" The automated computer voice returned.

Grumbling to himself and not-so-inwardly seething, Blizzar began to initiate yet another call to the Chief's office. Hopefully, this time he would not be so abruptly cut off.

Blizzar’s comm pops and suddenly a familiar voice rings into it.

“Blizzar old boy, how are you?”

Commissioner Edan Mourn.