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

[KingofPie]

The voice of the Arcosian officer attracted her attention. "We can walk and talk at the same time," she answered, gesturing for him to follow her.

Blizzar nodded and began to follow Sarada. "Before we arrived at President Grinthorn's Office, I spoke of a historic meeting. Between leaders of the Earth, the Saiyans, and the Galaxy Police. But now I suggest, we make history yet again. The Galaxy Police have taken an interest in Earth to protect it from threats from without and within. And I'm not entirely unsure that President Grinthorn doesn't rank among the latter."

Blizzar turned to face Sarada. "It is...quite an understatement to say that the Galaxy Police and the Saiyans have not historically gotten along, even after your aunt joined us...not to even speak of the sheer animosity, between our two peoples. But, when you send your Saiyans over to Earth...I would like them to work with myself the Galaxy Police officers under my command that will be assigned here in the coming months. Think of it as...a joint investigation. Of course with the target being the leader of this planet...this investigation is to be considered off the record."

[KingofPie]

Sasheem thought he was going to be tackled towards the ground, but whoever attacked him seemed to change trajectory. When the Majin began to become more aware of his surroundings he notices that the fist that had punched him was...metallic? Not only threat but Katchin!"

"Hold up! You're here alre-" The Majin began before he was finally let go of...via a powerful shove into a grassy hill, embedding Sasheem in it. The Majin was lay in the crater, temporarily paralyzed with pain before falling towards the an empty road wrapped around the side of the hill...he was knocked back into the air by another figure shooting him with an energy blast.

"Damn it...Sasheem has to get his **** togeth-" the Majin stated, once again interrupted in his thought process as a small, but powerful sting was felt on his back, strong enough to send him careening back towards the road again.

Four figures gathered in front of Sasheem, all giving a team fighting pose as they began to introduce themselves.

The first figure who attacked Sasheem, an alien man covered entirely in bulky black space armor with an X on his visor and a sword in hand spoke first.

"This fist! It burns with JUSTICE! From the South, The Courageous Fighter, X-Bo!"

The second one that attack P-Sta was a woman in equally bulky armor, her right arm equipped with a blaster used by some members of the Galaxy Police to amplify their ki blasts. This one was far from standard issue however.

"My aim is true! And with it, I cam pierce right through the Heart of Evil! From the East, The Surefire Shot, N-Ten!"

The next, just barely visible to Sasheem was another alien woman, smaller than a sparrow..though she hit harder than a meteorite.

"Injustice won't see me coming! I'll put an end to evil before it even THINKS about making it's first move! From the West, the Stealthy , P-Cee!"

The last to speak had not attacked Sasheem, at least not yet. He was an elderly humanoid alien, sporting a monocle, a top hat, and strangely enough, a Halo hovering above his head. "When they brought me back, I didn't expect to witness such excitement," he chuckled, before spinning around, a gloved hand tipping his hat forward as he pointed at Sasheem.

"And here I am the progenitor of their power! No villain's power is stronger than that of my mind! The Peerless Genius! Dr. Cast!"

The four of them then drew closer. "And together we are!" they shouted in unison, before shouting individually.

"Galaxy!"

"Police!"

"Elite!"

"..."

The four of them stopped in the middle of their role call before hanging their heads in sorrow.

X-Bo's hand curled into a fist. "Damn it, it's not the same without P-Sta!" he snarled, pointing at Sasheem, severely angry. "And we have you to blame for his death, monster!"

At the mention of death, Dr. Cast, gave an inquisitive look at the Majin.

"In case you don't understand, we're the-," P-Cee began, before the four officers were engulfed in light.

Sasheem had raised a hand as a large ki blast erupted form the ground, knocking the four of them aside, though they each shielded themselves in Katchin Mode..except for Doctor Cast who was shielded by X-Bo.

"Sasheem knows who you are, dammit!" The Majin snarled. "And if he has to hear your stupid roll call one more time, he's gonna rip his ears off!"

"Wait...this thing can talk?!" N-Ten noted, groaning as she dusted her Katchin armored body off.

"Well...he was only reported missing, his death was only assumed by you two..." P-Cee stated as she flew about, checking on their mentor. "Dr. Cast?"

"The name ain't, 'this thing', you putrid piles of trash!" Sasheem shook his head. "Lemme introduce myself! From the heart of evil he was born! The Demon of Destruction! From the North, the Greater Annihilator! Sasheem!" Sasheem stated, striking a fighting stance that the Elite Squadmates recognized as P-Sta's, shocking them. And that wasn't the only shock they would receive as Sasheem activated his, "Katchin Mode!"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Blizzar nodded and began to follow Sarada. "Before we arrived at President Grinthorn's Office, I spoke of a historic meeting. Between leaders of the Earth, the Saiyans, and the Galaxy Police. But now I suggest, we make history yet again. The Galaxy Police have taken an interest in Earth to protect it from threats from without and within. And I'm not entirely unsure that President Grinthorn doesn't rank among the latter."

Blizzar turned to face Sarada. "It is...quite an understatement to say that the Galaxy Police and the Saiyans have not historically gotten along, even after your aunt joined us...not to even speak of the sheer animosity, between our two peoples. But, when you send your Saiyans over to Earth...I would like them to work with myself the Galaxy Police officers under my command that will be assigned here in the coming months. Think of it as...a joint investigation. Of course with the target being the leader of this planet...this investigation is to be considered off the record."

The proposal the Arcosian offered was one of cooperation between himself and his officers, and the Saiyans who Sarada was going to send as a defense force for the planet. The main objective -- or really the only objective -- of the joint effort was the investigation of President Grinthorn. It was well within her best interests to keep some kind of tabs on Grinthorn. She very much doubted he had the best interests of Earth at heart with... whatever he was planning in the background. She wouldn't know for sure until this investigation was underway.

Just by thinking on it for a little while, she could the benefit. It was well in line with her objective, which was to provide some means of protection for the planet. Even if her original objective only covered outside dangers, it was clear after the meeting with Grinthorn that a very large threat was brewing right here on Earth itself. That it was festering right under the others' noses wasn't good. She doubted many of them even knew who the President was, much less what he was all about.

After thinking it over for a moment nodded. "I can see the benefit of a joint venture of this sort. Whatever support your people require, we will give it to you. Of course, I expect to be briefed on whatever findings you uncover about Grinthorn."

[KingofPie]

The proposal the Arcosian offered was one of cooperation between himself and his officers, and the Saiyans who Sarada was going to send as a defense force for the planet. The main objective -- or really the only objective -- of the joint effort was the investigation of President Grinthorn. It was well within her best interests to keep some kind of tabs on Grinthorn. She very much doubted he had the best interests of Earth at heart with... whatever he was planning in the background. She wouldn't know for sure until this investigation was underway.

Just by thinking on it for a little while, she could the benefit. It was well in line with her objective, which was to provide some means of protection for the planet. Even if her original objective only covered outside dangers, it was clear after the meeting with Grinthorn that a very large threat was brewing right here on Earth itself. That it was festering right under the others' noses wasn't good. She doubted many of them even knew who the President was, much less what he was all about.

After thinking it over for a moment nodded. "I can see the benefit of a joint venture of this sort. Whatever support your people require, we will give it to you. Of course, I expect to be briefed on whatever findings you uncover about Grinthorn."

"Of course! I expect the same of you and yours," Blizzar stated, offering to shake Sarada's hand. "By, the way..." he added. "I know you Saiyan's are a proud sort, especially in regards to your combat prowess, but what would you say to your worlds being the second recipients of the Galaxy Police Global Defense Systems?"

[bruceleegreyhulk]

in the distant Galaxy lays a massive structure in this structure is a large crystal like chamber and there's a man in a suit looking out window saying " isn't the blackness of space just wonderful." " my business is going as smoothly as ever." " that little annoyance Sonata thinks that he and his crew can topple my criminal empire." " one of these days he and his crew are going to learn the hard way."






" why you don't mess with The King!" the man rips his shirt off and strikes a pose and mobster sees this saying " ah boss are you in the middle of something and what's up with that pose." " also why in the hell did just rip your shirt off?" the crime boss looks at his henchman saying " a man who is a shame to show off his body shouldn't be allow to call themselves a man."

" this fabulous body of mine was made to be shown off." " this body of mine is a masterpiece." " it deserves to be gaze upon ." " basket in the glory of my magnificent superior body."



he mobster thinks to himself ( man sometimes the boss is just freaking weird, and his body is so shiny . what in the hell does the boss wash his body with freaking vaseline?!? . ) on the crime boss desk is the name David Floyd Skynyrd Sinatra . David looks around and rises his arms saying " yes I'm the most powerful crime boss and I own this entire stinky galaxy and dozen others!"

a entity manifests from David saying " Heh don't you me we?" " remember we are partners you and I. " " so what's yours is also mine." " that's how it goes David ."





David replies to this saying " ah yes my specter B. King were are my manners." " it's we who own this whole stinky galaxy and dozen others." David and his specter B. King do a pose at the same time saying " We shall crush anyone who dares oppose us!" B. King looks a alien skull with a cigar in it's mouth and it just grins saying " too think this dead bastard thought he was such a big shot."


" he was all bark and no bite." " just blowhard ." " pretend he's some big shot." " when in reality he was just some nobody."

[Yun Lao]

Leaning in towards Charco, Cyanna spoke softly but not much that he couldn't hear her, "That man, the one with the red hair. I think I know him, I mean know about him. He's in the history books, King Presus the Red. If it is him, this is amazing! He's the one who started unifying all of the separate tribes. Started, but it took his granddaughter, Queen Darma, to finish the job." Her excitement was evident, though she did her best not to draw attention to herself.

"That guy, the black and gold offworlder, he must be Tarsnow. The books say he was the one convinced King Presus to build his army and go after the other tribes on the North Continent. By the time of Queen Darma's son's rule, other offworlders were coming here to hire Chromakai for invasion forces or other mercenary activities."

Judging by Cyanna's words, they had arrived in a time of recorded history, watching living, breathing historical figures of Chroma go about their lives. Crossing his arms over his chest, Charco contemplated if this Presus the Red was the one the room was pitting them against. With how the scenario was going so far, he didn't want to jump the gun.

"So these are the big-shots of Chromakai history?" He asked, not too familiar with her culture so he wasn't sure just how important they saw these figures.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"Of course! I expect the same of you and yours," Blizzar stated, offering to shake Sarada's hand. "By, the way..." he added. "I know you Saiyan's are a proud sort, especially in regards to your combat prowess, but what would you say to your worlds being the second recipients of the Galaxy Police Global Defense Systems?"

Sarada took the hand and shook it firmly. As for the defense system, she was wary. She didn't know how her people would react to a bunch of robots floating around in midair all the time.

"I'd like to see how it works in action. I'll observe the one you set up here on Earth for a while before deciding," she responded.

[Tami]

Judging by Cyanna's words, they had arrived in a time of recorded history, watching living, breathing historical figures of Chroma go about their lives. Crossing his arms over his chest, Charco contemplated if this Presus the Red was the one the room was pitting them against. With how the scenario was going so far, he didn't want to jump the gun.

"So these are the big-shots of Chromakai history?" He asked, not too familiar with her culture so he wasn't sure just how important they saw these figures.

"Yeah, oh...I have to meet him!" Cyanna started bouncing excitedly, "There's so many questions I want to ask." She then began to run towards Presus, but was stopped dead in her tracks as he turned to look at her. As he stared intently at the girl, his aura seemed to flash red. Then he spoke in their native language, "What you seek isn't here. Go now, two thousand years more."

Once spoken, the sounds of the clocks became louder as she and Charco were once more leaped forward in time, two thousand years.

Once the disorientation had passed, they found themselves on the outskirts of a small yet familiar city, the future world capital. Looking along the road and into the city, they could see Chromakai lining up along the sides as if expecting something to happen.

Looking in the other direction, they could see what looked like a Royal Procession with a military escort. Riding on horses at the front were three men, one in a uniform that marked him as a military leader, another that marked him as a counselor, and the one in the middle looking regal despite having the appearance of someone who just returned from a long vacation. Among the banners flown behind them, was one bearing the symbol of Iris, carried by one of two women dressed in priestess robes.

Cyanna nearly squealed in excitement, "It's him! It's Prince Neil! Oh my Goddess, it's him!" she tugged at Charco's arm, then looked at him, "He's coming home after his galaxy tour. After he becomes King, he'll begin the reform movement that will end the monarchy, as well as ..... " Her voice trailed off, "oh, we could have been strong like Sayians, instead King Neil pushed to end our warrior ways." she looked down, "He was right, Chromakai fighters helped destroy other worlds. Iris did not want us to be the bad guys, she convinced Prince Neil to visit other worlds peacefully, to see for himself."

[Miburo]

"Something between haunted, and parole officer...It's complicated."

Jack shrugged, "I made a deal with my old mentor, back when I was dead. I was trying to help Eva with stuff on the other side, but my Ki wasn't working right," Jack mimed smoking a cigarette, "Couldn't get a hit of nicotine, couldn't concentrate. Had to brute force smash my way through everything, and that wasn't really working."

"I ran back into his spectre and freed him. He didn't get a body but he still had innate power, and I could use that. So we made a deal. He works as the battery for the magic stuff, and he get's to stay off the trees of bones and out of the pools of blood and so on."

Jack waited for a few moments, "He...wasn't exactly a good guy in life."

"Your 'friend' must be quite the negotiator." Held said dryly, a hint of being impressed in his tone of voice, "It's a rare coincidence to run into someone in the middle of desperation, and be able to solve their problems or vice versa....Though, from what I can tell, you might have gotten the better end of the deal."

Then again, stranger things have happened...I could just be paranoid. But, schemes are schemes. Still, Jack seems to know what he's doing.

Held was careful to leave the words 'for now' out of his sentence. It might have been projecting, but if his friend was as unpleasant as reputed to be, Held found it unlikely that Jack would simply be left to his own devices.

Jeez....Jack's got someone tagging along with enough bad deeds to go to hell with him, huh? I can only imagine the headache that entails.

"How was the afterlife anyways?" Held asked, glancing at his new partner from the corner of his eyes, "I'm not in any rush to find out for myself, but since I'm riding with someone who was on the highway to...."

Held blinked. "...Hell? No, that can't be right. You're a pretty decent guy, and if your friend is having such a tough time getting back---"

He laughed, "Nevermind. I get sidetracked easily enough I guess."

Manco's unseen spectre shrugged.

……

"Well, it's something to do," Jack said with a nod, "Still we better hurry, wouldn't want to miss your first uh...donation."

Jack scratched his chin, "Where are we gonna find that kind of cash? I don't even have a reference point for space money."

"I think you're asking the wrong question, Jack." Held replied, an amused smirk on his face, "I could probably pay him off for the next few years if I really wanted to, right now."

Pressing a series of buttons on the ships console, terminal popped up, showing a star map of the various nearby worlds. "Not to brag, but thanks to that raid a year back, I made quite a...um...It's 'Penny Pretty' isn't it?"

Held smiled to himself, recalling the massive vault that he had discovered, making him quite wealthy in an instant. Technically, it wasn't the same wealth as that day, due to Jinzi's insistence that he buy the vast wealth Held had found, unwilling to tolerate pure blood money, but it was an equivalent exchange.

"The right question is 'How do we set up an income stream where you can keep paying that cop, and not have him affect your bottom line?' In my opinion."

Touching the terminal with his index finger, he flipped through various points on the map. "And it's a good question, to be fair.....I can't say the idea of just burning my cash to keep out of trouble appeals to me...As necessary as it is."

Held smiled slightly, before touching a point on the map, an asteroid.

"I suppose I could always go do something typical like set up another business." Held said with a sigh, "But....That sorta seems boring right now....And I could go get some more work with my Guild, or Nevada, if I really wanted to.....But, that's so far away, and I don't feel like burning through space all week..."

The Asteroid appeared on the windshield of the ship, new serving as a display, allowing for a much more in depth read out.

"You a gambling man, Jack?" Held asked, looking wistfully at the windshield, "I've always wanted to go test my skill at Space Vegas.....But, I've been so busy, and so tired, I can never find the time. I should really thank Jagam for making it easy for us, I have so much free time right now!"

It was almost a rhetorical question. Jack was, among other things, known for his love of cards and games, perhaps more than Held himself.

That, and ripping off the place is...tricky, I hear...Not to mention dangerous...But, I'd imagine between the two of us, it's possible.

"I like to think if I play my cards right, I'll be able to get enough money to atleast keep Blizzar happy for a few months. Long enough for me to set something up long term, anyways...."

[Miburo]

Asha'rah chuckled softly, notes of approval and amusement dancing upon the air. Held was not off the mark at all.

"You are, I suspect, giving Sasheem exactly the credit he deserves. He is a narrow, smallminded soul. His desires are shallow, his outlook utterly centered around himself. His ultimate goal is simply to destroy everything for no greater reason than that he feels like it. He does not train. He possesses no scientific insight. He has no philosophy or inherently deeper understanding of the universe.”

Her eyes travelled across the sky as if to take in its scope.

“ He is simply strong. And for that reason alone he can stand toe to toe with any of us in a fight. For that reason alone, countless millions have died by his hand. Entire civilizations, men, women and children, wiped out on a whim. Countless generations of progress, of striving forward against all odds, lost to his amusement. What utter nonsense.”

Hands balled into fists, pulsing violet for a second before releasing their tension.

“During the Great Founding, when universes and the first gods were young, there was great debate about the nature of what creation would be like. It was a collaborative process, not without its own politics, but we respected that we all worked towards a common goal. But there was one point upon which I pushed back hard, repeatedly, and was always overruled without a satisfactory answer – the exponential potential of martial might. I foresaw a time when scientific achievement would be utterly outstripped, when arts and culture and all attempts to grow as a people would pale before a few individuals. Those individuals might be fair and just, but they could just as easily be…well…like Sasheem. It would not happen right away, but sooner or later a few select mortals would become utterly untouchable and stunt the growth of others through imposing their godlike power upon others. There would be no authority, no peers, no social circle to keep them in check.”

“Would the gods step in to strike such people down? Such interventionism went against the entire point of creation to begin with. We were there to nurture and prune our gardens to greatness, not police them. Yet permanently changing universal mechanics on such a fundamental scale was beyond even a God of Creation after the Foundation was laid. I would need the cooperation of my peers and those above me – Zeno and the Grand Priest. While I continued to lobby for change, I created the Kami system as a stopgap measure, demigods meant to watch over their civilization as a whole and intervene only in very limited circumstances. But I knew they would not hold forever. Again and again I sent messages pleading for an audience. Again and again I pleaded for a gathering of gods. Again and again my messages fell upon deaf ears.”

Asha’rah breathed deep and slow, her features grim as she remembered the weight of those times, of her decision.

“So I rebelled. If I could not garner Zeno’s attention with words, I would do it with deeds. I called allies to my side and waged war across the Heavens. The aftermath of that…and the conspiracy that tricked both sides into the war…we live in it now. The slow collapse of the Kami system, Hammer’s world-poisoning prison, these are but a glimpse of what the multiverse lost in the war.”

The Nevadian glanced downwards for a moment, allowing himself to take in the thoughts and feelings that had been espoused so earnestly. Given the depth of Asha'Rah's feeling, the obvious weight of her decisions, it was a difficult moment for both of them, the tension of past decisions and memories thickening the air between the two. Held could scarely imagine the scale of conflict and suffering that Asha'Rah was describing. The mere punishment of a dissident, Hammer, was enough to kill off an entire world...It was almost horrifying in scale.

But.

Finally, here was something the Nevadian could wrap his mind around easily enough. While the concepts were still esoteric, and elusive, the core of the subject was one that anyone who had spent anytime contemplating the nature of power could understand. Asha'Rah's war boiled down to the nature of power, and if there could be any limits to the power that swelled within 'mere' mortals...And if said mortals could be trusted with such power to begin with.

"Well, It's as good a reason as any to have a war, I suppose." Held said after a moment, returning his gaze to meet Asha'Rah's own, "It's hard to really debate the point when someone like Sasheem is twenty feet away working on a Grand Tour for how he plans to decimate the universe...."

I tend to forget just how dangerous that guy can be sometimes....Even with his rap sheet, he was so childlike then, and so personable now...Well, I suppose it's easy enough to overlook when he's not nuking the whole place right in front of you. Still, I should be more cautious about him in the future....

".....And I can't say I disagree on the substance of the matter, since you've just described general interaction for the Universe with the Saiyans for as long as I care to remember.....I assume you must not be huge fans of them, then? They're not quite as....hedonistic about the whole thing as Sesheem is, but it'd be a generous sentiment to overlook the overlap."

While the Saiyans had improved by leaps and bounds over the last few decades, they could be considered the idea of moral might gone away, albeit to a lesser degree to Sasheem. Terrorizing worlds, wanton destruction, decimation of resources, outright oppression of other races--and even of their own-- an ever expanding trail of conquest until a few scant years ago, left the Nevadian with a slight distaste for Saiyans from a social standpoint.

It wouldn't have been an overstatement to credit the overwhelming power and cruelty of the Saiyan race with the formation of the Merchants Guild, and the Nevadians success in making alliances. Had the Saiyans not been so elitist, so violent and cruel, who would be able to say how the map of the universe would be drawn.

"Then again, I suppose you could make the same claim about all races, to a certain extent; With the Saiyans just being the most extreme....My people tend to focus a bit more on other pursuits, for what I like to think are more...Er...Benovolent reasons, for lack of a better term, but even our history has some level of bloodshed."

Held shrugged slightly.

"I can't say anyone wouldn't do the same in your situation. For better or worse. It's hard to negotiate, when one party won't even sit down to discuss terms with one another....It's practically an invitation for conflict to escalate..."

...Still, I'm surprised to hear the Gods to be so in conflict with one another. It's not that far removed from what you'd encounter in any other society....I guess bickering and infighting truly is a universal concept...

"That said...I do have to ask." He continued after a moment, choosing his words carefully, "What kind of universe did you envision? What kind of world did the gods who disagreed with you? I have to believe that all this came about because of more than the idea of 'might' in and of itself..."

Still...I'm not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, limits on power would make this world much more....Peaceful, I suppose...On the other hand, I'm a bit leery of entrusting anyone to decide my fate, even a group of gods. If nothing else, the current system makes change possible...I shudder to think how the universe would look if the Saiyans were decreed the ultimate in mortal power by the gods, with little that I or anyone else could do about it...Or, if somehow our lives ended up in opposition to the gods, heaven forbid..

"Surely, you all had your ideals...I can't imagine that you all lived and died so violently solely because of the nature of power..What were they? How did you all see this universe panning out?"

Held frowned for a moment, considering something.

"Then again...That's an unfair question to ask someone who can barely remember themselves, isn't it?"

He laughed nervously.

"Maybe we should save that bit for another time?"

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat fetches Qaztoh and once she finds her she grabs her saying " look there's some one I like you too meet they might help you with your problem." " Qaztoh replies to this saying " I don't have a problem Praxat." Praxat replies back saying " it's obvious you have problem and I'm getting you help." Qaztoh replies to this saying " fine I go with you ,but I don't have a problem."

Qaztoh follows Praxat to Eva with Praxat saying " stop denying it you have a problem." Qaztoh thinks to herself ( hmm I wonder what that meathead Captain Stratovarius and the rest of The Stratovarius Buccaneers are up to? I hope there isn't a Galaxy Police officer here and I hope they didn't see me put out that Juppter Joint and put in bionic lenses to cover up the fact I was smoking it. my 100 kilo stash of Juppter should be safe unless some one figures out her to open my Jobox. )

Praxat and Qaztoh arrive at the place where Eva is at with Praxat saying " this is my people's princess Qaztoh." " Qaztoh looks at Eva saying " Hmm you appear to be wearing pretty much the same type of clothing as the goddess Zykona ." " in fact this entire place this Lookout Kind of resembles The Gukraimano where the Goddess Zykona resides on our home planet Qacriea right Praxat?" Praxat replies to this saying " yeah Lookout kind of does remind me of The Gukraimano back on our home planet Qacriea."

Praxat thinks o herself and then whispers saying " yeah Eva does appear to be wearing the almost the same type of clothing as Zykona. " "that could only mean one thing Zykona is possibly the Guardian of my home planet Qacriea ." " if she's only guardian that means my people shouldn't be worshiping her." "since she's not really some all powerful goddess."


" yeah I figure that much when she didn't give any aid during the fight against Jagam." " also when I was stuck on that post apocalyptic with the others if Zykona was a all powerful goddess like she somehow convince my race that she is." " she would have been able find me easily and help me and the others out back then." " the fact that she couldn't do that proves Zykona is a fraud, and is acting like she's more important then she really is."


" also it's strange that Zykona would required my race to read and cite her commandments every day." " wait I'm sense a pattern here." " there Zykona has 42 commandments but if I remove some commandments and rearranged what is left into on sentence I get." " you shall obey Zykona."

" dammit it's freaking brainwashing." " Zykona's probably been brainwashing my race for over a millennium."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Praxat fetches Qaztoh and once she finds her she grabs her saying " look there's some one I like you too meet they might help you with your problem." " Qaztoh replies to this saying " I don't have a problem Praxat." Praxat replies back saying " it's obvious you have problem and I'm getting you help." Qaztoh replies to this saying " fine I go with you ,but I don't have a problem."

Qaztoh follows Praxat to Eva with Praxat saying " stop denying it you have a problem." Qaztoh thinks to herself ( hmm I wonder what that meathead Captain Stratovarius and the rest of The Stratovarius Buccaneers are up to? I hope there isn't a Galaxy Police officer here and I hope they didn't see me put out that Juppter Joint and put in bionic lenses to cover up the fact I was smoking it. my 100 kilo stash of Juppter should be safe unless some one figures out her to open my Jobox. )

Eva shakes her head.

“You are supposed to be the next Queen of your people, yes?”

[Sub-Zero MKA]

As the sun peaked over the horizon and slowly began its ascent into the darkened sky, Parlsey's eyes cracked open for the first time in hours. She sat up in her bed and stretched the kinks out of her back before rising to wash up and bathe.

As she showered, she couldn't help be wonder why she agreed to stay on Earth. It wasn't her home, she knew very few people, and she didn't particularly care for most of the people she did know. There were only a few she would willingly call acquaintances, and they certainly weren't the kind that she would willingly stay away from Avoca for.

What were Chuan's true intentions? What were hers? Was she too afraid to show her face on her own homeworld? Or, perhaps it was shame? If asked, she would say with no hesitation that she didn't care. That way true, to an extent.

It was also true that she did care. She cared a great deal. She wanted to go home, but knew she couldn't. At least not until some time had passed. She knew the bevy of protests and the loud, unified rejection of what ultimately amounted to psychological warfare was simply people overcompensating to say to the universe, 'See? I'm not like that Saiyan. I'm one of the good ones. See how open minded I am.'

The guilt many felt over past feelings or the feelings of others was plainly evident. It just so happened she inadvertently presented herself as a perfect scapegoat, someone for the others to prop up as the "Bad Saiyan", one not indicative of how the race at large felt.

It left her with no desire to go home and see her family, he love, or her friends. The haughty, holier-than- thou glares she would be sure to receive were more than enough to drive her to illness. As if these very same people didn't feel the same way just a few short years ago. But, because they were quicker to accept, that suddenly gave them the right to turn their noses up at the few who were slower to accept, or had to put in more effort to change.

It was sickening.

That was why she agreed to stay. She was no one's puppet and was no one's strawman. That they couldn't tell the difference between a statement made to psych out an opponent into making a mistake and one made out of the intention of the heart spoke poorly.

Parsley didn't care much for half-breeds like Totoma, but she knew how many there were in the Empire. To alienate those as a Queen was foolish and completely opposite of what she needed to do.

She supposed her biggest mistake was saying it to begin with. Even her own mother - the one that raised her - thought she was a monster.

To be honest, that hurt worse than anything else.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off as she headed back to her room to get dressed. She decided not to wear her armor and instead wore the tights underneath. Slipping her boots on, she headed to the plaza and sat down on the edge to meditate.

[KingofPie]

Sarada took the hand and shook it firmly. As for the defense system, she was wary. She didn't know how her people would react to a bunch of robots floating around in midair all the time.

"I'd like to see how it works in action. I'll observe the one you set up here on Earth for a while before deciding," she responded.

"Very well then," Blizzar nodded. "If you have any further questions about the Planetary Defense Systems, then I will remain on the lookout for the rest of the day at the very least. I'm awaiting some new arrivals from the Our other precincts...in fact, dpeending on the time, they are probably already engaging the Majin now. Excuse me..." Blizzar stated with a cordial bow to Sarada, before walking off towards his pod.

[Cyke]

As the sun peaked over the horizon and slowly began its ascent into the darkened sky, Parlsey's eyes cracked open for the first time in hours. She sat up in her bed and stretched the kinks out of her back before rising to wash up and bathe.

As she showered, she couldn't help be wonder why she agreed to stay on Earth. It wasn't her home, she knew very few people, and she didn't particularly care for most of the people she did know. There were only a few she would willingly call acquaintances, and they certainly weren't the kind that she would willingly stay away from Avoca for.

What were Chuan's true intentions? What were hers? Was she too afraid to show her face on her own homeworld? Or, perhaps it was shame? If asked, she would say with no hesitation that she didn't care. That way true, to an extent.

It was also true that she did care. She cared a great deal. She wanted to go home, but knew she couldn't. At least not until some time had passed. She knew the bevy of protests and the loud, unified rejection of what ultimately amounted to psychological warfare was simply people overcompensating to say to the universe, 'See? I'm not like that Saiyan. I'm one of the good ones. See how open minded I am.'

The guilt many felt over past feelings or the feelings of others was plainly evident. It just so happened she inadvertently presented herself as a perfect scapegoat, someone for the others to prop up as the "Bad Saiyan", one not indicative of how the race at large felt.

It left her with no desire to go home and see her family, he love, or her friends. The haughty, holier-than- thou glares she would be sure to receive were more than enough to drive her to illness. As if these very same people didn't feel the same way just a few short years ago. But, because they were quicker to accept, that suddenly gave them the right to turn their noses up at the few who were slower to accept, or had to put in more effort to change.

It was sickening.

That was why she agreed to stay. She was no one's puppet and was no one's strawman. That they couldn't tell the difference between a statement made to psych out an opponent into making a mistake and one made out of the intention of the heart spoke poorly.

Parsley didn't care much for half-breeds like Totoma, but she knew how many there were in the Empire. To alienate those as a Queen was foolish and completely opposite of what she needed to do.

She supposed her biggest mistake was saying it to begin with. Even her own mother - the one that raised her - thought she was a monster.

To be honest, that hurt worse than anything else.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off as she headed back to her room to get dressed. She decided not to wear her armor and instead wore the tights underneath. Slipping her boots on, she headed to the plaza and sat down on the edge to meditate.

One thing about waking up on the Lookout; unlike so many other places around the world, there were no roosters to wake anyone up. Nature's alarm clock. Sure, one could choose to ignore them, but Zaofan's always found them refreshing in warmer, sunnier climates. And of course roosters crowing in cities was a rarity, but cities by nature are full of sounds. Whether in urban or rural settings, waking up to some kind of sound just gets ingrained. Waking up with very little sound at all is soothing, definitely, but just another thing to get used to.

Zaofan inhales deeply, taking in a deep whiff of that upper atmospheric air. His head digs itself into the most comfortable of pillows. His legs feel like they're in heaven, enveloped in warmth between a dreamlike mattress and the soft, plush blankets. He sits up and stretches all four limbs, waving his legs under the blanket and feeling that soft friction generate even more heat. Then he slumps over just a bit, realizing time and commitments. He tosses aside the blankets, scratches the sides of his torso, lets loose a yawn, and gets up.

His morning routine consists of turning on the kettle, conducting his toilet business, taking in a quick shower, washing his face with cold water. He dries up, checks his hair in the mirror (Heyyyy-double-finger-guns), gets dressed, and pours himself a hot cup of tea. He looks out the windows, out into the big blue void that's gradually lit by the rising sun. The best part of the literal Lookout. He sips his tea, and turns from the window, slipping on his sneakers. With today's first events, a sleeveless changshan tunic should be appropriate for the morning.

Grabbing his bottle of tea and a cup, he steps out of his room and out to the courtyard to get a better view of the world. Until he sees a familiar figure sitting in the distance.

"Parsley! Good morning!"