The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Sun Mar 20, 2016 7:10 pm
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Sun Mar 20, 2016 7:18 pm
If its any consolation, he'll do some other spiteful things to him that are worseLord Beerus wrote:The process in which Golden Freeza was born was ingenious. But I also liked the Resurrection F take on the origin of the appearance of the form as Freeza purposely made the form gold as a way of mocking Goku. It really fits Freeza's characters to be that spiteful.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:21 pm
Beerus' Temple, 3rd Anniversary of Freeza's Resurrection
The two Saiyan warriors stand next to one another in their battle stances. Their bodies tense and planted firmly in their respective fighting poses, their eyes focused like lasers on the smiling figure standing a whole yard away from them. The most powerful warrior in their universe, the caretaker of God of Destruction, the being known only as Whis.
In contrast to both Goku and Vegeta, Whis remains completely relaxed. A friendly smile never leaves his face and his hands are placed behind his back as if he's hiding something. This does little to put either of them at ease, for any being capable of keeping Beerus in-check was not to be underestimated. Their milky-white auras flare up a moment before the two vanish from sight and rush at their instructor.
Goku strikes from the right while Vegeta attacks from the left, the two unleashes a flurry of fast punches and kicks at Whis putting as much force as they can into each blow. Whis merely intercepts their attacks with his arms, not even bother to move his body a single inch. Regardless, the Saiyan's continue their assault, hoping to land at least one punch with Vegeta growing more annoyed between the two of them.
Whis takes notices of this, seeing Vegeta's veins pop out of his head with his clenching jaw and decides to have some fun with him. Extending two fingers outward, he jabs them into Goku's eyes at a speed the Saiyan thought impossible, temporarily blinding him. "OW!" Goku yells in pain, holding his eyes and temporarily backing away.
Vegeta lets out an amused chuckle before attempting to kick the seemingly distracted Whis only for the being to grab it in mid-air and quickly twist it. The Prince of all Saiyan's spins wildly in the air, letting out a loud, annoyed yell before getting smacked in the face, landing several yards away in one of the many pools on the planet.
Goku, recovering from Whis' little eye jab, takes advantage of his apparent defensive laps and moves into strike. Before he can do anything, however, Whis hand wraps around his neck like a viper snapping at its prey, capturing him in a choke hold. The Saiyan lets out a pained gasp, choking despite the fact Whis is merely using his thumb and index finger to hold onto his neck. With an amused chuckle, Whis casually flings Goku into the air, listening to scream before the Saiyan smashes into one of the smaller, nearby planets orbiting the temple.
"You'll have to do better than that boys." Chuckles Whis before catching a punch from behind courtesy of a visibly annoyed Vegeta who glares at him with a fiery temper smeared across his whole face. The popping veins inside of his forehead indicate as much.
"It is a pity you let your temper control you so Prince Vegeta." Criticizes Whis with a serious tone to his voice for the first time since this sparring match started. "If you focused less on simply powering through your opponent or one-upping Goku, you'd advance much farther."
Vegeta's left eye twitches in anger with his face growing comically red, causing Whis to chuckle making the Prince even more furious. "Don't you dare mock me whatever you the hell you are!" He throws another punch with his free hand with Whis casually avoiding it despite Vegeta increasing the speed of his attacks. The Saiyan Prince's fury makes him blind to Whis' movements as the caretaker jabs him in the forehead with his index finger, instantly incapacitating the Saiyan warrior as his eyes go into his head and he crumbles to the ground below.
"There, that should calm you down a bit-" Whis dodges a kick from Goku who appears behind him via the use of his Instant Transmission technique though it is still not fast enough for him to lay a hand on the caretaker. This does little to deter the Saiyan who chuckles confidently then proceeds press on his attack, opting to mix it up with a few Ki blasts to throw Whis for a loop.
The caretaker effortlessly avoids them all, dancing around them like a leaf in the wind with such ease even Goku starts becoming somewhat annoyed by him. Instantly, Whis appears behind the Saiyan and grabs him by the shoulder from behind. Goku immediately freezes in place with a cold sweat breaking out. "You could've used Instant Transmission with a Kamehameha for a devastating attack, yet you held back."
Goku chuckles. "Well, I didn't want to end things too quickly!"
"And that is your problem Son Goku, you enjoy the thrill of the battle too much plus it seems your victories have made you somewhat arrogant. A very dangerous combination of personality flaws for a warrior to have."
Before he can protest, Whis karate chops him in the back of the neck, sending him crumbling to the ground though not completely knocking him unconscious as he did Vegeta. "Take five boys, I'll be back momentarily after getting myself some tea." Whis waves at him with a smile before vanishing from sight, leaving a panting and injured Goku lying in the dirt.
The Saiyan tries and fails to get back on his feet, his whole lower body rendered limp from Whis' struck. Quickly he quits and chuckles despite his predicament. "Man, I hope the others are having as much fun as us."
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Meanwhile, Satan City
"And so, the square root of X equals 3 plus the fraction of 6 and 7," Gohan concludes with a smile as he gleefully completes the math question while the befuddled pair of Goten and Trunks stare at the notebook in front of them, glaring at it as if murdered their very will to live. The boys math started giving them trouble, prompting both Chi-Chi and Bulma to recommend Gohan as their tutor for the subject after 18s too literal explanations proved too daunting. Not that this was any better from the boys perspective.
"So, do you guys understand it now?" Asks the oldest of the half-Saiyan while looking at the two respectively with their cold, dread filled faces immediately killing his joy. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Repeats Trunks in disbelief, his eyes never moving away from the paper. "What's wrong is that we're totally, 100% gonna flunk this test and then our moms are gonna kill us. And trust me," He looks at Gohan. "She'll do it too."
"He's right ya know." Goten agrees with an equally dire tone to his voice. "There's not gonna be a Super Saiyan, Super Namek or Super whatever to keep us safe once our moms move in for the kill."
Goten lets out a nervous chuckle, knowing full well how Bulma and especially Chi-Chi could get if the studying results weren't to their liking. Taking another page out of his notebook, he puts in onto the table and goes to explain the math equation to them once more. "Don't give up just yet guys, trust me, by the time we're done here you two are gonna be handling math like pros."
Before he can start the equation again, he hears the door to his home open with an all too familiar, squeaky voice followed by the sound of something smashing against the wall. The noise is so loud, it wakes up the slumbering Pan in the next room. "I'll get her!" Yells Videl from the hallway, rushing to her child while Gohan, Goten, and Trunks head for the entrance where they find a giggling Buu holding a new, ruined refrigerator with a giant section of the doorway missing. No doubt caused by him improperly trying to push the fridge through it.
"Damn it Buu! I told you to be careful!" Yells Mister Satan from the outside, giving his friend a disapproving look though Buu opens the empty fridge expecting to find food inside, which only makes the champion angrier. "And for the last time! That fridge is empty! As in no food!"
"Buu don't trust you!" Mister Buu shoots a glare at the scowling human. "You lied to me about the fridge being empty once before!"
"That's because you kept eating everything in my house!" Counters Mister Satan while pointing his finger at the blob. "I couldn't it anything in my own damn house for three days!"
"Hmph!" The blob looks away angrily from his best friend, folding his arms and unwittingly dropping the fridge which dents the floor of the house much to the chagrin of Mister Satan and the disbelief of Gohan. The young adult lets out a tired sigh with his slumping hands, earning a chuckle from the two teens by his side, a sigh only exacerbated more by the sounds of his still crying daughter in the back of the house.
"Sorry about this Gohan! If I knew he'd be such a pain I'd have bought that fridge in myself y'know?" The champ chuckles in his usual confident manner with Gohan nodding awkwardly, wishing he had just done the task himself to avoid this. That and refrain from calling in Mister Buu who destroyed their first fridge mere days ago.
"Its okay Mister Satan, I know you and Buu meant well," He replies politely with a smile before turning to the teens behind him. "Well fellas, we might as well get back to it or else we'll all be in big trouble."
The smiles on their faces vanish, replaced a pair of tired sighs and slumped shoulders. Both wishing they were watching the world baseball tournament with most of their friends rather than studying a subject they barely understand in fear of two mothers who frighten them more than anything else in the universe. At least, that is what they think, for atop a far off hill in the shadow of a large tree, a figure observes their home with his spy bots relaying all they say and do to him.
A figure who does indeed mean to put the fear of God into them much like their mothers have, but he means to do it for a far more nefarious purpose. Checking the holo-computer floating in the palm of his hand, Freeza presses a button on it and instantly, he kills all the electrical power throughout most of the planet. All but one, but he has a nasty surprise in store for Earth's defenders residing in that one.
With a chuckle, the tyrant cracks his knuckles and stretches for a bit before locking his eyes onto the house of Gohan and Pan, smirking to himself as he flies towards the unsuspecting residents of it and all he has in store for them.
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Meanwhile, West City
"Yamcha! Yamcha! Yamcha! Yamcha!" Chant the 50 000 people in unison and roaring enthusiasm as the returning hero of West City's own baseball team, the Taitans, the worlds greatest baseball player Yamcha lands another of his famous home runs. He strikes it with such force it flies over the fence and dents itself into the very wall with the opposing team rushing to grab it. With a smirk, the star player rushes from base to base and scores another point before the enemy team can even budge the ball out of the wall.
"Unbelievable ladies and gentlemen! Yamcha has just scored his 15th consecutive home run in this match alone! Truly, age hasn't affected him in the least!" The announcer proclaims with the crowd once again erupting in cheers, all once again chanting his name. His loudest supporters, however, come from the nose bleed section where all his friends received the finest seats courtesy of him. Bulma, Tien, Krillin, Chiaotzu, 17, 18 and even Piccolo all sit at the front, all of them cheering minus the Namekian who winces in pain from the loud noise all around him.
"I haven't seen him this happy in ages." Admits Bulma as she observes the infectious grin on her old friends face as he strikes yet another inhuman home run. "And he said he never liked playing the game."
"He's certainly happier now than he was plowing the field back on the farm." Admits Tien, recalling the first time Yamcha managed to completely ruin their crops, something the tri-clops was not too happy about after spending so much time ensuring their growth. "I bet the pay's not too shabby either."
Krillin freezes in the middle of eating his hot dog, taking a moment to look over to his wife 18 as she drinks a bottle of soda with her usual indifferent expression. "Don't worry honey, I'm not gonna make you play baseball. After Mister Satan's generous donations, we're set for life."
"Yeah, generous donations you're too stingy to share with your own brother." Counters 17 with a smirk, earning an icy cold glare from his sister though he remains indifferent to it. "What, I'm just saying. The rangers salary isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"Then why don't you start playing baseball?" 18 asks with her brother shrugging.
"Can't be asked, I and my family like our privacy too much. The second I started making home runs like this I'd never get any peace and quiet."
"Peace and quiet," Repeats Piccolo, still wincing from the insane amount of yelling all around him. "Now that would be a nice change of pace from all this."
"I see you haven't changed at all green man," Comments 17. "You know, you could just leave if you wanted too."
"Believe me, I wouldn't have come in the first place if it wasn't for her." He turns to Bulma, scowling at her though unlike most others she merely responds to it in kind. "She kept on hounding me wherever I went."
"Well sorry for wanting you to come support your friend!" She snaps at him, knocking over Krillin's juice bottle and spilling some over his shirt. "But I guess that's too much to ask from a grumpy old sourpuss like you."
"You didn't make Gohan or the runts come to this!" He replies, this time yelling even louder.
"That's because they've got studying to do-"
"Geez guys calm down!" Yells Chiaotzu while floating in-between the two of them. "We were having such a good time, please don't ruin it now with your arguing."
Both Piccolo and Bulma look over the white skinned telepath and sigh before returning to their seats, leaving this little argument for after the game is finished. She returns to the cheering while Piccolo folds his arms as he usually does and closes his eyes, trying to block out the noise as much as he can as the chanting increases even more. However, his superior hearing also catches something else, a noise completely different from all the others present, quickly he realizes what it is.
With his eyes snapping open, the Namekian flies out of his seat and snatches two players on the left side of the field away an instant before an explosion goes off in that portion of the stadium. The enthusiastic cheering quickly turns into screams of terror as the present attendees flee from their seats towards the exits while Earth's warriors leap into action out of their seats and land near the Namekian just as he releases the two players.
"That was a Ki blast!" States Yamcha as he rushes towards the others, discarding his teams uniform and revealing his gi underneath. Krillin does much the same and the group converges in the center of the stadium. "I should've known something would ruin my big day."
"I do apologize for that good sir!" Yells a formal voice from atop the sky with all the present warriors turning in its direction. His giant size makes him quite easy to spot and his Planet Trade Organization armor makes it immediately apparent why he's here. "But I'm afraid I must do as ordered, it truly is nothing personal."
"Get him!" Orders Piccolo with all the fighters flying at full speed towards him, leaving an annoyed Bulma back on the ground level who yells curses their way though all ignore her. A far more important matter requires their attention. The red giant chuckles upon noticing their approach and immediately flies away from the stadium towards the wasteland just outside the city limits with only a small piece of ocean separating it from the city. The giant lands atop a hill with Earths warriors landing before him, all of them immediately entering their fighting stances and glaring at him.
"You Trade Organization guys sure are persistent." Declares Yamcha. "You'd think killing Freeza twice would knock some sense into you already!"
"Not an illogical assumption to make. However, you are gravely mistaken if you honestly believe we've come as poorly prepared as last time."
Piccolo lets out a cocky chuckle. "Please, even with all your preparations, the only fighters you had that were worth a damn are either dead or have abandoned you. I suggest you leave this planet while you can, and this time, stay gone."
Shisami smirk grows into a grin as he brings out his holo-computer and talks into it. "Converge at my position."
The Earth warriors give him a puzzled look before hearing hundreds of loud, booming noises from above. Turning their heads upward, though they seemingly cannot sense them, they see hundreds upon hundreds of other PTO soldiers of various heights, shapes and species all descending on them. Like a swarm of locust, they litter the air behind their field commander and all look down on the meager resistance force standing before them. However, two soldiers, in particular, catch the attention of Earths defenders, the Abo & Cado twins.
"Wait a minute! Why are they with them?! I thought they were on our side!" Stutters out Krillin, bewildered by their presence alongside Freeza's troops after clearly defecting from them.
"Let's just say they received some mental... adjustments when it comes to where their loyalties lie." Shisami's answer earns him scowls from all the present fighters though the giant cares little for most of them, it is solely the Namekian who interests him being the strongest fighter present currently. "But enough chit-chat, we all know what's coming next so why don't we simply get right on to it?"
"Fine by me. It'll be a good chance to test the fruits of my training." Comments Tien with a smirk.
We'll see how long that feeling will last. Thinks Shisami to himself before raising his arm upward. "Soldiers! Initiate phase 1!" Doing as commanded, the present soldiers begin raising their power levels with their white auras all flaring up. Instantly, Earth's fighters know this is no longer the pathetic rabble they've faced from the PTO thus far, these men had powers comparable to most members of the Ginyu Force by Krillin's estimate.
Earth's warriors respond in kind, raising their powers as well causing the entire area to shake violently with countless small pebbles floating up into the air, the pressure of their powers being strong enough to make the very ocean split apart somewhat. With his arm brought down, all the PTO soldiers bar Shisami and the twins roar as loudly as they can and with massive grins on their faces charge forward through the air.
The valiant defenders prepare to meet them head on, not about to let them have an inch. Yet, just as it seems they're about to attack the soldiers completely bypass them and head for a completely different target. Earth's fighters look on in shock as they realize their foes true objective: West City itself.
"We've got to get back there-" Yells Piccolo to the others before narrowly avoiding a punch from Shisami directed to his head, the Namekian clenches his jaw and catches his next two in the palms of his hands. Abo and Cado respectively engage both 17 and 18 with the force of these three deadlocks so strong they cause the ground beneath their feet to shatter into craters.
"My apologies, but I came here to fight a strong opponent, and I'm not about to let one escape my grasp!" Declares Shisami as his stalemate with Piccolo continues.
The Namekian ignores his taunt and turns his head slightly to the available fighters. "Go! We'll handle these guys then join you!"
Knowing there's no time for arguing, the human warriors all nod in understanding before taking off after the battalion of soldiers now ravaging the most advanced city on the planet, already setting it in flames and sending its population to ruin. The wrath of Freeza has taken its first victims already, and many, many more will follow shortly.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Tue Mar 22, 2016 5:05 pm
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Tue Mar 22, 2016 5:28 pm
You'd think an army of easily disposable mooks would've been a pretty sure fire way to give the guy at least an action bit of his own for the movie :/Lord Beerus wrote:You treated Yamcha with more respect in one paragraph than Toriyama or Toei has in more than 25 years.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Tue Mar 22, 2016 5:38 pm
Resurrection F proved that Yamcha is Tien's bitch.ekrolo2 wrote:You'd think an army of easily disposable mooks would've been a pretty sure fire way to give the guy at least an action bit of his own for the movie :/Lord Beerus wrote:You treated Yamcha with more respect in one paragraph than Toriyama or Toei has in more than 25 years.
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Tue Mar 22, 2016 5:42 pm
Eh I don't know, being passed over for fucking Roshi of all people seems even worse than thatLord Beerus wrote:Resurrection F proved that Yamcha is Tien's bitch.ekrolo2 wrote:You'd think an army of easily disposable mooks would've been a pretty sure fire way to give the guy at least an action bit of his own for the movie :/Lord Beerus wrote:You treated Yamcha with more respect in one paragraph than Toriyama or Toei has in more than 25 years.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Tue Mar 22, 2016 6:12 pm
Hey. Roshi is awesome. And more screen time for him is something I look forward to.ekrolo2 wrote:Eh I don't know, being passed over for fucking Roshi of all people seems even worse than that
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Tue Mar 22, 2016 6:19 pm
I'm glad to hear it, he's got whats one of my favorite moments in the whole story. Hope you enjoy it when we get to it near the end.Lord Beerus wrote:Hey. Roshi is awesome. And more screen time for him is something I look forward to.ekrolo2 wrote:Eh I don't know, being passed over for fucking Roshi of all people seems even worse than that
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Tue Mar 22, 2016 7:00 pm
I'm certain I will.ekrolo2 wrote:I'm glad to hear it, he's got whats one of my favorite moments in the whole story. Hope you enjoy it when we get to it near the end.Lord Beerus wrote:Hey. Roshi is awesome. And more screen time for him is something I look forward to.ekrolo2 wrote:Eh I don't know, being passed over for fucking Roshi of all people seems even worse than that
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Wed Mar 23, 2016 7:42 pm
The scent of ash and smoke is the first thing he feels as his senses come back to him. It's thick and nauseating scent immediately making him cough up a lung. Then, a sharp and grating buzzing noise assaults his ears, with the scholar wincing as his hand goes to his ears. His sight is the last to return, initially appearing as a bizarre swirl of motions, barely recognizable shapes. Moans escape his lips as he feels around with his free hand the ground at his feet, noticing several pieces of stone and broken glass beneath his fingertips.
His mind remains a haze, a jumbled-together collection of images and noises rushing appearing and disappearing over and over. Despite this, Gohan pushes himself up to his feet though immediately almost loses his balance. Like a pendulum, his body swings back and forth though eventually the half-Saiyan manages to regain his sense of balance. That's when he hears the cries of a baby echo in his mind, and instantly, he recovers.
"Pan!" He yells out, looking around with his mostly restored vision and noticing a horrid sight all around him. A wall of fire encircles his entire street block, the flames reaching several feet in height with all his neighbors houses also destroyed by whatever it is that caused this. Rubble and ruin surround him on all sides with nary a sign of anyone else alive inside the fiery circle.
With a gulp and a terrible feeling of dread creeping over him, Gohan yells again. "PAN! VIDEL! BOYS! WHERE ARE YOU?!" In response, he hears an incomprehensible collection if barely audible mumbles behind him. Turning his head around cautiously, Gohan notices the origin of the noise. Mister Buu, or rather his body transformed into a large and wide blob from which several arms and legs can be seen sticking outward of.
"Mister Buu! Let them go before the choke!" He yells to the blob before him, taking hold of his side and with all his strength severing a portion of him away only for the missing chunk to heal itself. The chunk immediately escapes the half-Saiyan's clutches, rejoining with its body just at it begins to change. The blob reverts to its original form of Mister Buu, revealing that he managed to place Videl, Mister Satan, and the slumbering, Pan, just before the attack reached them.
Gohan immediately goes to his wife, placing her in a tight hug with a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness you're alright."
"You can thank Mister Buu, he's the one who saved us." She looks over the smiling blob behind her who earns a thankful smile from her husband.
"Buu do good. Save Miss Satan and baby!" States the blob with his usual enthusiasm.
Next to him, Mister Satan finally catches his breath and looks to the surrounding area, noticing the destruction all around them. "What could've done something like this?"
"That would be me."
Gohan freezes in place, his smile giving away to a look of shock then one of anger. Cautiously, he gets back on his feet and turns around to face a being he thought he sent to his death two years ago when he invaded their wedding. "Freeza..." Locking eyes with the smirking tyrant floating several feet above him, the half-Saiyan's hands twist into fists as he scowls at the second return of overlord.
"The one and only." Smugly retorts the tyrant, folding his arms. "I must say, it really is strange to see you all grown up in-person like this boy. Last we meet you were nothing but a runt only coming up to my knees."
"The last time we saw each other is when you attacked my wedding or has dying twice done a number on your brain?"
"Ah yes, our little wedding scuffle." The tyrant chuckles at his own ingenuity. "Nothing but a lie meant to cover my own tracks."
Gohan's gives the conqueror a confused look, much to Freeza's amusement. "Piccolo wasn't wrong when he suspected the use of those Dragon Balls 3 years ago. I was resurrected with them which was the small grain of truth my duplicate told you. I've been keeping a very close eye on you lot ever since then, monitoring every minute of every day for the duration of those years. Using your skills and knowledge to improve myself and my army. Honestly, did you think I would simply come back and like a fool attack you without a plan as I did once before?"
"Your kind always let their arrogance get the better of them. So yeah, I figured you would do just that."
"Now who's being the arrogant one?" Freeza mockingly asks back though Gohan's only reply comes in the form of his ever-present scowl. "Still, it matters not. Once I've beaten you and those two runts into a bloody pulp, your fathers will be next."
"Sneak attack!" Yell both Goten and Trunks as they burst from under the rubble of Gohan's ruined home, immediately transforming into their Super Saiyan states and charging at the tyrant. The former attacks him from the right while the latter on the left. With confident smirks smeared across their faces, they prepare to take down Freeza. Yet, just as they close the distance, Freeza effortlessly and quickly grabs the two of them by the throats, choking them tightly.
The tyrant takes a moment to examine their faces, their resemblances to Goku and Future Trunks respectively sending him into a great yet controlled fury. Noticing that Gohan too is about to charge at him, Freeza merely bashes the two boys heads against each other before tossing them to the oldest of the half-Saiyans. Gohan quickly snatches the boys out of the air and lowers them back to ground level, his eyes never leaving Freeza while the two pre-teens rub their aching foreheads at his sides.
"His movements..." Gohan gulps. "I could barely see them at all..."
"Ah man, that really hurt!" Whines Goten with tears in his eyes with Trunks nodding in agreement opposite of him.
"Mister Buu," Gohan declares coldly to the blob behind him, his head not turning to address him directly. He begins taking off his regular clothing, revealing his gi underneath.. "Take Pan, Videl, and Mister Satan out of here. Get as far away as you possibly can and do not stop running. Understand?"
The blob, realizing the severity of the situation too puts on a stern face. "Buu understand!" He tells him with a salute before taking Mister Satan and Videl under his arms. Before either of them can protest, he takes off into the sky, leaving only a pink aura trail behind him. Gohan, finishing the removal of his "civilian" clothing, takes off his glasses and drops them to his feet.
With a mighty yell, he stomps on them and instantly his body transforms. His scrawny bodies muscles return to their true size, his hair spikes back up leaving only a single strand hanging downward and he grows several inches with his natural body restored. The two pre-teens next to him, knowing that Gohan is not fooling around undress as well, revealing that they too had their gi's hidden underneath.
"Fuse." Commands Gohan to the two of them, his gaze never leaving the patiently waiting Freeza above. The boys nod in understanding and perform the fusion next to him, creating the being known as Gotenks. Immediately the two warriors auras flare up, Gohan's a milky white and Gotenks' golden with electric sparks constantly appearing, as usual for a Super Saiyan 2.
Freeza smirks at the two of them, cracking the bones on his neck he too powers up with his purple aura surrounding him. "Let's see what the spawn of Vegeta and Goku can do!"
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Outskirts of West City
The booming noises of the two warriors exchanging blows echo in the air like a ten thunder claps happening all at once. Though neither are fighting at their full power, instead both Shisami and Piccolo hold back, trying to get a feel for what the other is capable of as their punches and kicks are mutually intercepted or blocked.
"I am impressed Piccolo," States Shisami in-between attacks. "Your species is known for producing above average fighters, but yours is something else entirely."
"I could say the same for you," Replies Piccolo with a smirk. "I thought all of you Trade Organization goons were useless fodder. At least, according to Vegeta."
"Then why don't we stop this meager practice and get down to the actual fighting then?" Suggests the red giant, before managing to punch Piccolo across the face and send him several feet backward in the air. Immediately, he presses his advantage and charges at the Namekian horn first. Yet the only thing he manages to do is pierce his discarded cape, leaving himself temporarily blinded and vulnerable.
Piccolo appears from above and promptly spin kicks him in the kidney, watching him spin helplessly in the air before tossing his turban directly at Shisami's mouth beam. The head wares built in weights making it sturdy enough to block the blast, leaving a ball of smoke where the explosion went off.
Another red beam cuts through the smoke with Piccolo side-stepping out of its way. The Namekian shoots his extended right arm towards Shisami, grabbing him by the neck before propelling himself forward via his reeling back arm. Forming a Ki ball in the palm of his hand, he smashes the red giants face with it upon closing the distance before uppercutting him in the gut then spin kicking him back into the cliff below.
Just before he impacts the ground, Shisami manages to stick the landing properly with his feet, denting the rocky floor beneath him. With a loud exhale of his bull-like nose, he looks up to Piccolo and smirks. "Very good, very good indeed."
Shisami powers up his aura and in the blink of an eye return's into the sky, appears before Piccolo and shatters his nose with a quick jab. Grabbing him by his gi, the red giant of the PTO reels him back in and rams his knee the Namek in the stomach repeatedly. Then a sharp pain makes him stop his assault, caused by Piccolo driving his sharp nails into the flesh of his leg.
Immediately, the Namek shoots his head upward, smashing Shisami's nose in the process before clashing him across the face once, leaving three deep cuts into giants left cheek. That's when he notices something underneath his flesh: metal. "An android..."
"Courtesy of Earth," Shisami states with a smirk while wiping away the blood dripping down his face, earning a surprised look from his opponent. "Don't look so surprised, Piccolo. We've been monitoring your planet for years now, adapting your very useful technology for our own purpose."
"Technology that's only good for one thing." Mutters Piccolo annoyed that Gero's ghost still haunts them before charging a Ki sphere in his hand and throwing it at Shisami who dodges it effortlessly. He closes the distance then throws another, and another, and another with Shisami avoiding them all. Yet the giant hears not a single explosion go off as many surely would've from stray Ki blasts. Then he looks around and notices them merely floating in place, completely stationary and littering the sky.
"Hellzone Grenade!" Declares the Super Namek commanding his spheres to rush at his opponent from all sides. However, the red giant merely smirks before placing his arms in front, with a faint red aura he powers up, waiting for the spheres to get as close as possible. Mere inches away from him, Shisami unleashes an explosion of Ki several times stronger than any of the Ki spheres, destroying them all in the process and rendering Piccolo's plan fruitless.
"You were saying?" Asks Shisami mockingly with a satisfied grin on his face, Piccolo merely smirks with a chuckle before re-engaging his adversary. Dozens of feet below them, still on the outskirts of the city another battle takes place. One between twins with 17 battling Abo on the high ground and 18 dealing with Kado slightly above the ocean, their attacks splitting away the oceans beneath their feet.
17 tackles Abo to the ground, pummeling him repeatedly in the face while the grunting PTO soldier attempts to shield it with his arms. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to be some hotshot elite or something?" 17 mockingly asks in-between punches with his usual smirk, a mock he quickly regrets after Abo manages to hit him in the eyes with a pair of eye beams.
"Son of a-" He yells in pain before receiving a head-butt from the stocky blue alien. Jumping off the ground, the PTO soldier slams his opponent from behind face first into the side of the cliff. Pinning him against the wall, he grabs the Earth android by then head and as revenge bashes his head repeatedly into it, grinning to himself. However, 17 manages to push his hand against the wall, clenching his fist as he slowly but surely overpowers Abo's strength.
A quick jab to the PTO soldiers face with his elbow sends Abo reeling backward in pain, clenching his broken, bleeding nose. 17 spins around, palm striking Abo into the stomach section of his armor, shattering its plate before quickly roundhouse kicking him to the side of the head. Watching his opponent tumble on the ground like a soccer ball, 17 cracks his knuckles and smirks once more.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Shouts 17 while rushing his enemy to continue the battle, enjoying his first fight in many, many years. Nearby, his sister takes a far more reserved approach to her battle, remaining cool and purely on the defensive. Merely dodging or blocking all the blows sent her way from Kado.
"You can't get running away forever!" Shouts Kado as he furiously tries ever possible variation of a kick or punch to try and land one single hit on 18 to no avail.
"Mind telling me why you're doing this?" She asks in her usual detached manner though Kado doesn't miss the slight hint of anger in her voice. "After your party fiasco, we let you go on good terms."
"Your lies won't work on me! The PTO broke through your mental manipulations and showed us the truth! You humiliated my brother and me, beat us up then let that wimp Tarble keep us locked up! Well now we're free and with our cybernetic enhancement we will have our revenge!"
18 finds herself taken aback by his mention of cybernetic enhancements before realizing the true meaning behind his words. "They turned you into an-"
Kado elbows her in the face, taking advantage of her momentary defensive lapse and knocks her off balance before grabbing her the arm and quickly spinning in the air, flinging her into the nearby cliff-side. With his aura flaring, he forms a ball of Ki mere inches from his mouth, one of green color with a countless number of bioelectrical discharges coming from it.
Unleashing the ball into the large crack in the wall where he launched 18 into, Kado watches a quarter of the cliff-side turn into a rumble with rocks of all shapes and sizes flinging several feet up into the air. To his surprise, 18 merely levitates out of the smoking rubble with her clothes tattered in several spots, her hair ruffled and some small scrapes on her face, arms, and legs. Yet it is her expression which sends chills down his spine, her cold completely emotionless stare. Without a word she discards her ruined jacket, tossing it into the ocean below and rushes the PTO soldier.
Delivering a devastating roundhouse kick to the soldiers arm, 18 feels the bones and metal inside of it snap from the impact, causing Kado to yelp in pain. Still furious with him destroying her clothing, she grabs him by the two small horns protruding from the top of his head and repeatedly bashes his face against her knee. Bringing him back to face level after a handful of consecutive knee strikes, delivers several devastating blows to his head, kidney's and ribs before halting up noticing his pained gasps for air in-between his bloody coughs.
"Look, whoever made you into an android has screwed with your head just like they tried with me. I know someone who can help you and your brother, so why don't you just stop now and help us-" Her attempt to reason with a fellow forced augmentation victim is for naught as Kado head-butts her in the face and flies at full speed towards his brother with 18 close behind him.
"Brother! It's time!" Yells Kado to his sibling who smirks before delivering a strong jab to 17s throat, momentarily stopping and giving him a chance to meet up with Kado.
"Oh no..." 18 mutters to herself, realizing what they intend to do and promptly cups her hands together to charge an attack hopefully strong enough to stop them. "Ka... Me... Ha... Me... Ha... Me... HHHAAAA!" A wide energy beam bursts out of her hands and heads directly for the two nearby brothers, though she didn't intend to kill them, their fused state would most certainly cause trouble for her and her friends in this battle.
Kado looks behind him and gasps in shock of the blue beam coming towards him and promptly speeds up as much as he can. The attack slowly closes the distance with the PTO soldier feeling it burning away at his feet. 18 puts more into the attack, desperately hoping she can, at least, halt their fusion to no avail. The two brothers start glowing in a green light and smash against each other, their bodies transforming into the fused being Aka who effortlessly smacks her Kamehameha away with a pleased smirk on his face.
"That was a close one." Comments Aka while shaking his wrist. "But no dice, now you and your brother are going to regret not putting us down sooner!"
"Believe me, I already am." Thinks 18 as she gets in Turtle Schools fighting pose, readying herself for Aka as the fused being charges towards her, cackling at his assured victory.
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West City
"Get out of here! Right now!" Yells Krillin from atop a disabled car, kicking a nearby flying PTO soldier to the ground before spotting several of them firing their ki blasts at a large group of fleeing civilians. Jabbing his open palm forward, Krillin unleashes several blasts of his own, each of which cancels out his enemies though he soon finds himself smacked into a nearby wall from behind, more soldiers taking advantage of his and the others split attention between protecting civilians and fighting the PTO.
Quickly recovering from it, the monk repays the favor to the one responsible for hitting him with a strong punch to his face, knocking him out instantly. He takes to the air, charging at the incoming PTO soldiers and scatters the lot of them with a kiai. Effortlessly, he takes them out of the fight with but a single punch or kick, sending them plummeting unconscious onto the chaos filled streets below. Yet as before, for every four or five of them he focuses on at a given moment, the same number bypass him and continue their attack on the civilians with a whole bus full of children.
"Damn!" He turns around to shoot them out of the sky, yet the instant his head turns, the other soldiers proceed to assault him from behind. The monk finds himself assaulted by dozens upon dozens of Ki blasts assaulting him from all sides. He grits his teeth, annoyed that he cannot fight to his full extent for fear of accidentally adding to the body count.
His salvation comes in the form of a large, yellow Ki ball darting out of nowhere and like guided bullet darts from soldier to soldier, blasting into them and sending them plummeting to the ground with smoking burns all over their bodies. Krillin looks behind him and finds a smirking Yamcha guiding the ball at the swarm of invaders above, picking them off easily.
"Thanks for the save!" Yells Krillin with a pleased smile on his face and before seeing Yamcha running towards him with his hands raised in a position the monk knows all too well.
"Get down!" Yells Yamcha before leaping into the air, right over Krillin and into a group of incoming PTOs. "Wolf Fang Fist!"
With an initial kick to a six-foot tall soldiers head, the retired Earth fighter unleashes a lightning fast blitz of punching and clawing attacks at the horde of invaders before him. His superior speed and strength so great they're all struck before they even know what hit them. After falling two dozens of them, Yamcha finishes his signature attack off with a double palm strike backed up by a kiai and sending a handful more flying into the air and towards the nearby water. "Go! I'll cover you!"
Thankful for his friends assistance, Krillin remembers the bus under attack and uses a reverse Kamehameha to quickly propel himself across the street into the squad preparing to blow up the bus full of children and head first, slams into the three of them with his initial rush. Before the remaining two can counter attack, he spins in the air and fires off a pair of blasts, hitting them square in the face and knocking them out.
"Get out of here before more of them get here!" He yells at the panicked bus driver inside while the children look on in awe of Krillin's abilities.
"I can't! The engines dead and the doors jammed!"
The monks lips curl in anger at this as he looks around to check for nasty surprises lying in wait. Knowing that they're surely going to get killed if left there, he grabs the door of the bus and effortlessly rips it off its hinges, startling the driver though earning amazed gasps from the kids. Putting on a comforting smile, he waves to the children before addressing them. "Okay guys, listen up. My names Krillin and I'm a police officer!" He takes out his recently acquired badge of his pocket, lifting it up into the air for all to see. "The bad guys are out there and I and my friends are going to stop them. But before we can do that, we need to get you and everyone else out of them, understand?"
They all nod in understanding.
"Good, so what we're going to do now is this. I want you all to find a buddy to pair up with and stick close to them, me and my friend out there-" As if he planned it, Yamcha appears to the left side of the busy, exchanging blows with a duo of soldiers both of whom he takes out with a single kick before leaping back into action. "Are going to protect you, just follow my lead and we'll get out of this in no time, okay?"
They all nod once again in unison, rising from their seats and each finding a partner with whom to hold hands. Krillin looks away from them, letting a silent sigh escape his lips before turning back to the driver. "I'll need your help keeping track of the kids in case I or my friend get pre-occupied. Do not let them out of your sight, got it?"
"Y-yes sir!" He declares with a salute as if he's being addressed as a soldier by his commander.
Trying to fight back a chuckle in a situation like this, Krillin looks out to find Yamcha still fighting nearby, however, the monk worries he alone might not be enough. "Yamcha!" He telepathically contacts the scar-faced former bandit. "Where are Tien and Chiaotzu?"
"No idea," Yamcha replies while breaking a PTO soldiers arm before using his whole body to smack one another away. "Last I saw them they were headed for the other side of town where the ball game was."
Despite wanting their assistance here, Krillin admits that they are probably of more use where they are. For the stadium was packed with thousands upon thousands of people who were still close to it even after fleeing from the initial incident in comparison to this less inhabited part of the city. "I'm getting these kids out of here, try to keep them off us okay?"
"I got it, now quit wasting time and go!"
Looking back to the children, he finds them all off their seats and holding hands. "Good work everyone! Now, I'll head out first with you all following me in a single line, your drivers going to be in the middle of the line with my buddy Yamcha covering us from the back. Stay close and don't break line no matter what. Understood?"
They nod for a third time prompting Krillin to exit the bus with the class of 23 children following him closely behind. Yamcha continues taking the brunt of the enemy force, managing to keep many of them at bay with his Spirit Ball technique darting around in the air, defeating many soldiers coming in from all directions. They make their way onto the desolate streets, keeping their left sides next to the buildings to provide some cover.
Yet trouble finds them regardless in the form of two PTO soldiers managing to bypass Yamcha's spirit ball fire of three charged wave beams at Krillin as per their attack strategy. The monk readies himself, expecting the beams to come at him head on, yet just as they're about to reach they change course entirely as per the commands of their masters, their new targets being the children.
Krillin's jaw clenches, his anger over their constant use of civilians as targets for the purpose of leaving himself and his friends open to their attacks growing with each passing moment. He leaps into action, using a ki blast of his own to dispel one beam before kicking the other one back at its maker, blowing him up in the process. Just as he's about to fire off another ki blast to take out the other, the wall behind him suddenly crumbles with a third soldier emerging, putting him in a Nelson hold.
"Now you're mine!" States the red skinned, spiky-haired soldier before driving his deep nails into the monk's skull. Fighting back a yell with all his willpower, the monk notices the other soldier coming at him, no doubt to pummel him. The Earth warrior dashes their plan when he breaks the hold with the power up of his aura. He spins quickly into the air, round house kicking the surprise attacker to the head before blasting the remaining one right through the chest.
The children look on in a mix of shock, fear and amazement at it all as Krillin lands back onto the ground, wincing in pain. "A-are you okay mister?"
Krillin, fighting back the horrid pain in his skill, looks at the questioning boy with a confident smile on his face. "I'm fine kid, just having a little headache from this rotten day we're all having is all. Now get back in line and stick to the plan, we've got a long way to go before we're out of this."
The boy does as he's told and the group marches on with the monk taking back his post at the tip of them. And so they march on with Krillin and soon afterward Yamcha with the former having a bad feeling that this is merely the beginning of what will be a very bad day for everyone in this city.
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Power Levels:
Freeza: God tier
Gohan: Same as during the Boo Saga
Gotenks: Marginally beneath his Boo Saga self
Freeza's army (individually): 30.000-40.000
Chiaotzu: 160.000
Yamcha: 560.000
Tien: 890.000
Krillin: 1.000.000
Piccolo = Shisami: (both are somewhat stronger than Cell Games Goku)
17 & 18: Same as always
Abo & Kado: About on par with Androids 19 & 20
Aka: (he's about on par with Cell Games Goku).
This chapter was also going to be considerably longer but since this one took overly long as it, making it all in one piece likely would've delayed it even more. I'll try to have the second part of War Fronts done in the following days.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Wed Mar 23, 2016 9:37 pm
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Thu Mar 24, 2016 7:07 am
Not to derail my own thread but I'd honestly say its a good movie, just one that REALLY doesn't conform to what comic book movies are these days. Plus it plays fast & loose with the source material and that'll always get people into a tizzyLord Beerus wrote:Well... it seems your story so far has far more sense and consistency than Batman V Superman does, judging from reviews of the movie.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Thu Mar 24, 2016 6:43 pm
"Run!"
"They're right behind us!"
"Where's mister Satan?!"
Screams a group of over 30 fleeing civilians as they run with all the speed their feet can muster as a group of cackling PTOs pursue them slightly elevated above the street. Their maniacal laughs and frightening abilities only giving further incentive to run faster for the scared citizens. But their meager speed is not enough, and soon the enemy catches up with them.
Extending their hands out at the group with beams charging in their palms, they take a moment to savor their prey's screams before fully preparing their attacks. Yet an instant before they fire them off, their hands jerk in all sorts of directions, causing them to inadvertently hit their comrades or miss entirely.
"What in the name of the great God was that-" Blurts out one of the shocked troopers before a tiny, white skin figured appears seemingly out of nowhere and drops on his head from above. The soldiers head goes crashing right through the concrete floor above him with a stone-faced Chiaotzu pinning him down. All of the remaining soldiers take a step back, their jaws gaping open from the shock of a small child taking down one of their own so effortlessly.
They open fire on the tiny Earthling before them with Chiaotzu merely raising a single finger in response. But it might as well have been a powerful gust of wind, for several nearby pieces of large debris and destroyed cars are flung at the beams via the boys telekinetic power. With their blasts dispelled, Chiaotzu reaches out to them with the palm of his hand with a faint blue aura surrounding his body.
The shocked PTO troops suddenly find their bodies are frozen in place, unable to break free of the boys telekinetic hold. The Earth warrior brings his fingers closer together, causing the five aliens to suddenly smash into one another, awkwardly forming a ball of sorts composed of their own bodies. Annoyed grunts and pained gasps escape their strained lips as they still struggle to break free.
Chiaotzu flicks his finger toward himself, prompting the ball of soldiers to gently float to him. With the distance closed, the boy lets out an amused chuckle before pulling his leg back and delivers a powerful kick his incapacitated enemies. The makeshift balls go flying at the speed a jet fighter into their, the screams of its 'components' audible until they all vanish somewhere off in the distance.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Chiaotzu hears the gasps and murmurs of the citizens behind him. Turning around, he notices them staring at him in a mix of confusion and shock though no fear. "Its alright folks, I know this all seems weird to you but believe me, I'm here to help."
"Weird?" Repeats one of the older men in the crowd, one of the few not too surprised by this display. "Son, the whole world's been nothing but weird for years now. Seeing a kid do... that ain't exactly gonna send me over the edge."
"Speak for yourself!" Yells one woman clenching a crying baby in her hands. "How do we know he's not one of these... aliens trying to trick us into letting our guards down."
"If the kid wanted to kill us he sure as heck would've done it already. You already forget what he just did?" The old man counters, getting a frown from the woman though succeeding in silencing her. "Sides, I recognize him from when a couple aliens crashed in East City. He and a bunch of others went to fight em before all the reporters got killed."
"At least, someone remembers that." Mutters Chiaotzu, thankful that Mister Satan didn't, by some miracle, take the credit for that as well. "The mister over there is right. Me and my friends are trying to stop this invasion too, but we can't fight freely until everyone else is out of the city. We've set up an evacuation spot nearby, my friend here's going to help you get there safely."
The group, somewhat more relaxed with the boys presence giving him puzzled looks and glance around to find this friend of his. Mere moments later, a crash followed by an explosion happening on the 10th floor of nearby buildings nearly causes them to run away. Sensing this, Chiaotzu subtly uses his telekinesis to gently freeze their bodies, not to the same degree as he did to the PTOs but just enough to keep them from fleeing.
Three beings emerge from the smoking building top, two immediately recognized as invaders by everyone given their peculiar looking armor with the three distinctly human. Descending towards the ground, the human elbows one of the soldiers behind him, knocking two of his tusks out before spinning around to palm strike the other one right through a building. Reaching the ground, the human lands on his feet while the remaining alien falls on his head, yelping in pain and still clenching his bleeding mouth. The human casually kicks him across the head, silencing him and walks up to Chiaotzu.
Upon getting a closer look at him, the gathered civilians notice his third eye and most consider running again. Taking a moment to examine the group of people gathered, the three-eyed man places his hand on Chiaotzu's head and smiles. "You did good finding these people my old friend. I'll get them to Bulma, as for you, go deeper into the city and check for any stragglers left out there."
"Will do!" He nods with a smile before turning his head to the group. "Follow my friends lead and he'll get you to safety in no time. And don't worry, he might look scary but trust me, he's one of the good guys."
The gathered humans reluctantly nod, still feeling unsure about both him and Chiaotzu but go along with him regardless. As the old man said, if they wanted them dead, they could clearly do it without the need for any trickery. Tien levitates off the ground above them for aerial cover while Chiaotzu leaves to search the city, heading in the opposite direction of the group.
Flying trough several abandoned blocks, Chiaotzu cannot help but feel a sense of foreboding loneliness along the way despite knowing full well that many are still trapped in this war-zone of a city. While it was not the first time he fought alien invaders, they never fought in such a populated area where civilians are constantly in danger. Always it happened once the damage was already done or far away from it, but that luxury is not afforded to them this time.
An explosion going off nearby catches the boys attention with a pair of familiar ki signatures. "Yamcha! Krillin!" He mutters before quickening the speed of his flight. He quickly arrives to find both of his friends dealing with a group of eight PTO soldiers in mid-air. Beneath them, he spots a group of children hiding behind a destroyed, smoking car. Noticing one of them coming at Krillin from above while the monks back is turned, Chiaotzu fires a Dodon Ray right through his chest before.
A pained gasp leaves the soldiers lips as he looks down at the smoking hole in his chest, his whole body paralyzed by the mix of shock and pain. Luckily for him, his misery is cut short by a karate chop to his neck courtesy of Chiaotzu. Finally taking notice of him, both Krillin and Yamcha's faces light upon seeing him alive and well despite this ensuing chaos.
"Man am I glad to see you," Yamcha states with a friendly pat on the boys back, giving him a friendly smile.
"You can say that again," Interjects Krillin with a relieved look on his face. "We've been looking for you guys for a while now."
"Sorry about leaving you guys back when all this started, but Tien figured they'd hit the stadium with so many people there. Which they did." He looks away for a moment, remembering the initial sight of their arrival and a cold chill rushing up his spine. "But it's better there now, Bulma's been using her capsules to give everyone cars, trucks, basically anything they can use to get out of here faster!"
"For real?" Yamcha asks before realizing that Bulma would in-fact stay in the thick of things regardless of the danger. "Sorry, dumb question. Anyway, where's this evacuation site she's set up?"
"Just a few blocks to the east of here." He points in its direction. "It shouldn't take us more than a few minutes to get there, especially if Tien's drawing all the aliens attention."
"Sounds good, let me just calm these kids down a little and we'll move out." Krillin floats over to the car behind the children and bus driver hide behind to inform them of the news, earning pleased smiles on their relieved faces. "Okay, let's go!"
Both Chiaotzu and Yamcha nod with the latter heading to the end of the line while the former flies upward to give them some areal cover from any more nasty surprises most assuredly lying in wait for them.
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Meanwhile
"There, there, just a little bit further." Bulma gently tells an elderly woman clinging to her hand while she and her granddaughter help her onto one of Bulma's Capsule Corp buses. A slow endeavor due to the grandmothers hunched back and her blindness causing her to jab everything close by with her cane and walk forward with constant trepidation. All around them, similar sights can be found all throughout. Civilians climbing into all of the various vehicles both theirs and Bulma's given to them from the many capsules she keeps on her person. From motorcycles to cars to trucks to even a couple planes, in a situation like this anything that will help the citizens get out faster and safer is welcome to them.
"A-are... are we there yet..?" Asks the elderly woman with fear seeping out of her voice as Bulma and her granddaughter try to get her gently into the back of the truck where over a dozen other people are sitting in, waiting to move out of the city. She takes a step on a small pair of iron stairs dangling off the entrance and immediately freezes in place. "W-why is the ground shaking...?"
"Its just the trucks engine grandma." Her granddaughter warmly tells her coupled with a smile despite the elderly woman not being able to see it. Getting a nod from her, the grandmother climbs slowly into the truck, clenching her cane tightly and taking a seat next to a family of four huddled together. Her granddaughter is the last one on board, sitting near her grandmother, she shakes Bulma's hand.
"Thank you for everything Miss Briefs, we never would've gotten out of here without your capsules."
"Don't mention it." Bulma gives the much younger woman a warm smile. "Just stay safe and whatever you do, don't come back here for anything. Understood?"
"Understood."
Letting go of her hand, Bulma reaches up to the handle of the trucks doors and slides it down before punching its side twice, letting the driver know it's time to move out. A tired yet relieved sigh escapes her lips as she watches her capsule truck drive off with a pair of cars and a motorcycle out of the city, a pleased smile forming on her lips before she takes out her capsule case and notices that she has but one more vehicle left in it.
"Better make this one count." She tells herself and drops the capsule to her side, revealing another large truck much to her relief as she notices the other remaining vehicles still quickly filling up. Luckily, the number of citizens themselves has shrunk considerably from the massive horde from before, trickling down to a few dozen. Though she cannot help but feel as if she didn't do enough, wishing she could've found a way to distribute the capsules all around the city instead of this general area.
"Maybe we'd have been more ready for this if we had some kind of alien warning system." She ponders out loud, already forming ideas in her head for such a system to help prevent the constant extraterrestrial, usually hostile and very destructive, incursions to the planet Earth. The sounds of ki blasts and people screaming snap her out of the trance. She snaps her head behind her and sees a 20 story tall skyscraper slowly, but surely crumbling to the ground and right on top of them.
The civilians quicken their pace as much as they can to escape it. Its descent, however, is stopped by the sudden appearance of Tien Shinhan who holds the nearby building on his back. "Get out of here now before they-"
Before he can finish his warning, over two dozen PTO soldiers appear from behind the building and instead of attacking the citizens, as usual, they open fire on the Earthling holding the skyscraper instead. Instantly, the valiant fighters entire body is struck by dozens upon dozens of ki blasts both small and big, with the cackling of their creators almost loud enough to overtake the explosions.
Yet as the dust settles they merely find that their attacks have damaged Tien's clothing and scrapped him in a couple of places, doing no significant damage to him. Something else which catches their attention is two extra arms protruding out of his back, holding the building back while his regular, front hands form a diamond shape aimed squarely at the PTOs.
"TRI-BEAM! HHHHHHAAAAAAA!"
With a mighty yell, a wide wave of yellow Ki escapes through the diamond window form by Tien's hands and utterly engulfs the PTO soldiers. The humans already there from before below along with Tien's own refugees found not so long ago by Chiaotzu watch in a mix of awe and fear as screams of pain and terror can be heard from within the beam. As the attack subsides, nothing remains of the alien invaders but small pieces of charred armor and flesh falling to the streets below. While the others gawk at his amazing abilities, Bulma merely smiles, thankful for his timely rescue.
"Bulma!" She mentally sighs hearing someone call out to her and expects to find something else go wrong when instead she receives the first good surprise since this mess started. Flying and running down the street towards them, she sees Chiaotzu, Yamcha and Krillin escorting a class of kids. Feeling safer now than she has for a while now, she smiles and waves to her approaching friends, happy beyond belief to have them all back here together.
"You have no idea how glad I am to see you," She tells them before wrapping her arms around both Yamcha and Krillin, holding them tightly enough for even the super humans gasp for air. She quickly backs away, giving them both some room to breathe before noticing Yamcha's raspy breathing and the bleeding stab wounds on the monks head. "Are you guys okay?"
"Oh yeah..." Yamcha replies, panting faintly though trying to keep a confident face and smirk on regardless. "Its just been a while... since I did this kind of stuff..."
"You mean these?" The monk points to the wounds on his head. "This is nothing, just some scratch marks."
Tien lands next to them. "Are the transports still getting out safely?"
"Surprisingly yeah. In fact, this is the first attack we've gotten since you two left to scout out the city."
"Hello to you too Tien." Yamcha speaks up, his words oozing with sarcasm. "We're fine man, thanks for asking. Your concerns really touching."
"Please, I knew you guys were fine." The three-eyed fighter replies, crossing his arms and smirking at them. "We might not be able to fight guys like Cell or Buu or Gods, but these chumps couldn't hurt Master Roshi, let alone any of us."
"You'd think after Gohan took out Freeza like a champ during his wedding stunt they'd wise up to not mess with our planet anymore," Krillin observes out loud when he remembers something obvious that he hadn't considered up until now. "Wait a minute... where is Gohan? Or Goten? Or Trunks? Or even Mister Buu?"
The three stare for a moment before also realizing the absence of their other fighters. Goku and Vegeta are likely too far away to sense what's happening her from wherever Beerus' planet is. Piccolo, 17 and 18 are likely still fighting the apparent leaders of this attack yet they don't have a single clue as to what's keeping the younger warriors from getting here.
"You think there's more of these guys attacking other city's?" Yamcha asks.
"If they were fighting we'd have sensed them," Tien states matter of factly. "And yet... I can't sense anything outside the city. It's like there's... nothing left out there but us..."
Unbeknownst to them, a PTO soldier observes them from afar, hiding in one of the many ruined buildings nearby and concealing his ki signature to avoid detection. Using the zoom feature of his scouter, he reads their lips as per his training and has been listening to their conversation since it started. That's when he sees an incoming call from his master. "Lord Sorbet."
"Trooper, how fares the siege of West City?"
"All according to plan master. Our forces have used the weak humans to wear down the enemy, even with their superior strength, they are most definitely not at their full power any more."
"Very good," Sorbet states with a pleased tone to his voice. "Contact what forces remain in the city and execute the F-Protocol. I want those Earthlings dead at your feet for when the real fighters show up."
"As you wish my Lord, we will not fail you." Ending communications with Sorbet, the scout checks the status of others via his gauntlet mounted holo-computer, managing to see their brainwave and heart rates through small emitters placed inside the scouters and in the armor. "120 left, less than I hoped for but it will do regardless."
Patching into their scouters, the trooper addresses them all at once. "Men! The time has come for Phase 2 of the attack! Converge on my position at once and prepare to execute the F-protocol, do not engage the enemy or provoke a single one of them before it is completed."
"Understood, sir!" All 120 state in unison, causing the trooper to wince in pain from the sharp noise assaulting his right ear. Taking off from the ear, he zooms in on the scouter and sees that they're thankfully sticking together, for now, helping people onto the evacuation vehicles. His comrades quickly join him in the air above the evac zone, filling up the skies and though making no effort to attack anyone below.
"Heads up guys! We've got company!" Yamcha declares, pointing his figure at the small army assembled above them. He and his fellow warriors, minus Krillin, immediately go the back of the crowd of civilians, getting in their fighting poses while Bulma helps the last of the citizens onto the trucks.
"Bulma." Krillin addresses his friend after helping the last of the boys up onto the bus, his eyes never moving away from the PTOs. "We've gotten as many people out of here as we're going to which means we're going all out now. So just take everyone you can and run. Run as fast as you can and do not come back here under any circumstances, understood?"
Despite wanting with every fiber of her being to protest against this and stay behind to help, she knows she'll be of little use to them now. Accepting that her priorities lie with getting the last of the refugees she simply nods and runs to the drivers eat. "Move out everyone!" She yells to them with the other vehicles honking, quickly the move out of the city not wanting to get in whatever madness is about to happen next. Bulma's is the last one to go with her taking a last glance from her rear view mirror at her friends as they prepare to battle what's left of the invading army. "Good luck everyone." She silently tells them before reving the trucks engine and driving away as fast as the vehicle will allow her, not wasting a moment to look back.
Krillin jumps into the air, landing in-between Yamcha and Chiaotzu before entering his fighting pose as well. To his and the others surprise, the enemy makes no attempt to attack. "They're just... standing there..."
"Yeah... And that bothers me..." Tien admits, every fiber of his being telling him that something bad is about to happen.
"Soldiers!" One of the PTOs speaks up loudly enough for his voice to echoes several blocks throughout the abandoned West City. "Begin the F-protocol!"
"Sir, yes sir!" They once again declare in unison before positioning themselves a couple of feet apart from each other, every single one of them seemingly picking a partner of similar height. Earth's fighters look at them, not sure what they mean to do when they start performing a hauntingly familiar set of motions with their hands.
"Fffffuuuu..." Their knees get bent upward with their arms moving quickly to join together "Sssssuuuuuioooonnnnn..."
"Th-that can't be..." Chiaotzu mutters, frozen along with his friends as they realize the truth behind this F-protocol.
"D-damn it! Don't let them finish the dance!" Tien yells out to the others, snapping them out of their shock induced trances and together, they all fire several ki blasts at the PTOs, hoping to at the very least to kill some of them to even out the odds. But it is too late, for the 120 soldiers fingers join together and with a final yell. "Hhhhhaaaaaa!" Their bodies are enveloped into bright lights, their shapes merging together into 60 far more powerful warriors.
Easily, these new fused beings dispel their enemies ki blasts and cackle confidently. "Take them down!" The leader, now fused with another one of his comrades orders them, knowing full well that their new and improved forms are but temporary. With their auras flaring up, the alien invaders descend on their enemies and immediately turn the tide in their favor. Before any of the Earthlings can react, half of the PTOs appear behind them and promptly go for the weakest of them: Yamcha and Chiaotzu.
While the scar-faced baseball player manages to somewhat hold his own, blocking or dodging some of their blows, the boy is not so lucky. Like a soccer ball, they kick him in-between each other, amused by his screams of pain as he's helpless to defend himself.
"Chiaotzu!" Yells Tien, reaching out to his friend before receiving rib cracking kick to his chest. The three-eyed fighter is sent rolling on the ground with five of them coming at him. Once more, he grows an extra pair of arms to give himself a better offense and defense, managing to hold their combined assault though still not being able to break free and help his friend.
Krillin, in comparison, to the others manages to hold his own. Dancing around the fused soldiers attacks without them managing to hit him so much as once. Grabbing one of them by the leg, the bald monk uses him to smack four others away before cupping his hands together. "Ka... Me... Ha... Me... HA!"
His blue blast rushes at one of the soldiers performing his soccer routine on Chiaotzu, sending him flying right into another. The last of them, now pinning down Chiaotzu's head into the ground lets his guard down and begins charging his own blast at the monk for revenge. A costly mistake as the boy underneath his boot takes advantage of his lowered guard and fires a Dodon Ray clean through his skull. The fused soldier merely lets out a final pained gasp before defusing and falling down on the ground.
"You okay?" Krillin lands next to Chiaotzu, giving the weakest of their group some breathing room to recover.
"Y-yeah..." The boy replies in-between coughs, his head still spinning after so many blows landing on it.
Elsewhere, Yamcha finds himself in a similar situation, his many years of slacking off finally catching up to him as he finds himself pinned against a wall. Only able to block or narrowly avoid some of their blows though many more hit him than not. A powerful uppercut to his gut quickly puts an end to his little resistance, sending him kneeling on the ground with blood gushing out of his throat.
Grabbing him by the hair, one of the PTOs smirks as he repeatedly punches the baseball player in the face. Seeing his done for, the soldier flings Yamcha into the air, then spin kicks him right through an entire building, sending him crashing into the street on the other side. Floating over to the smoking crater where the Earthling lies in, they land near his corpse and casually start kicking it to see if he's still breathing. Not a peep comes out of him despite the blows, letting them know that he truly is dead.
"Well, that was disappointing." States one of them. "I was hoping we'd get to test out this fusion thing a little more."
They all take their eyes off Yamcha's corpse, exchanging similar glances of disappointment. "Well, the other ones are still alive I think, we can do that on those guys-" A sudden yet strong pain silences the soldier as he falls on his knees, clenching his aching throat after receiving a quick jab to it from playing dead Yamcha. Before the others can react, the former scar-faced bandit charges a pair ki blasts in each hand and rams them into the faces of the enemy, blasting them away.
"Sorry... But I'm not dying... that easily... " He tells them in-between taking deep breaths. Wounded yet still confident, he chuckles at the furious scowls sent his way from the remaining enemies before he takes off into the air, crashes through the glass of a building and lands next to Krillin and Chiaotzu, the remaining five enemies hot on his heels. "Krillin! Do your thing!"
Getting the bald monks attention, Krillin sees the five of them lined up fairly close to one another and quickly gathers the energy he needs in the palm of his hand. Shaping it into the form of a disk, he takes aim and with a mighty yell "Destructo Disk!" fires it Yamcha's pursuers who're still inside the building. His attack slices through them like a knife through better, cutting three of them right through the torso and hacking the remaining twos right and left arms respectively.
Knowing that their powers have faded considerably due to the loss of their limbs, Yamcha musters what strength he has and runs back into the building. "Wolf Fang Fist!" He unleashes a powerful series of quick jabs and palm strikes to both of the surviving aliens, hitting them as hard possible before knocking them out could with a single roundhouse kick to both their heads at once. He immediately crumbles to his knees, his breathing deep and pained. "That was... too close..."
On the opposite end of the street, Tien's stalemate with the enemy continues with three of them attacking him from the front and two from the back. It takes all his skill and concentration to manage an attack from five opponents at once, especially two right behind him but for a time he holds his own, not giving them an inch. That is, until the pair behind him takes hold of his extra back arms, holding them down too tightly for him to escape.
With some faint yet sinister chuckles, the duos auras flare up as the two quickly and brutally rip out the Earthlings arms right out of his back. Tien doesn't react immediately, the pain takes a moment to completely register for him in the heat of battle. His jaw clenches so tightly a faint voice of reason urges him to scream instead of breaking his own teeth. Yet the warrior does not relent, instead, with a silent, animal-like growl slips through before he pulls back his head and head-butts one of the three at the front with all his might.
A seething anger takes hold of him though his exterior remains stone cold as he fires off a beam through his third eye, blinding the second at the front while he catches the third one by the throat. Without a moment's hesitation or mercy, he snaps his neck with a single hand before grabbing the remaining one by the head and smashing it into the ground. The ones responsible for taking his extra arms back away from their opponent, discarding his torn off limbs to the ground as Tien slowly turns around to face them. Cracking the bones in his neck and simply tells them. "Die."
Putting his hands together into a diamond shape, the veins in his head and all throughout his body pop out with his rising ki as he takes aim and fires off his most powerful attack. "Neo Tri-Beam! HHHHAAAA!"An even wider, more powerful beam of yellow ki engulfs the two of them, though as he did to their comrades before, the end result is the same. They are both completely vaporized out of existence.
The adrenaline rush and anger soon leave him, causing the warrior to fall to his knees, panting heavily as he can feel the blood trickling down his back from the giant holes in it. To his relief, the others join back up with them though with the exception of Krillin, none of them are in particularly good shape. Yamcha struggles to both stand and breathes given his faintly shaking legs and raspy breathing. Chiaotzu can barely keep himself from passing out, his eyes struggling to stay open.
"This is... not good..." He tells the others before pushing himself back up. The PTO soldiers once again take to the sky, this time forming a circle of sorts all around the Earths fighters. With their auras flaring up, the cup their hands together and ready their various most powerful attacks, no doubt to finish off their weakened adversaries.
"At least, we got... Bulma and the people... out of here..." Yamcha speaks up with a chuckle, hoping to find some comfort in this dire situation.
"Then we've got no reason to hold back," Krillin tells him before raising his hand back up into the air, charging his ki into the largest Destructo Disk he can make. The others understand his intention and prepare their own attacks as well. Tien once more puts his hands into a diamond shape, his whole body tensing up under the strain of his increasing power. Yamcha forms a massive ball of yellow ki with small electric bursts in the palm of his hand, growling as he struggles to put every last ounce of power he has into it. Chiaotzu folds his arms with his index fingers stretched out as small lights of Ki gather into them.
The Earthlings auras increase, forming a larger white one just as the PTOs various once join together with their rising power. Everything in their vicinity starts shaking violently as if the strongest Earthquake ever to hit the planet is happening beneath them. Large chunks of the ground and buildings float up into the air, the ruined cars around them are crushed by their sheer power and glass all throughout the buildings shatters.
Noticing that their powers have all tapped out as much as they're going to the Earthlings know the enemy's attack will come soon. Without warning, Chiaotzu makes his move but to the shock of everyone, he instead dispels the ki gathered in his fingers and flies a couple of feet above his comrades. "Guys, close your eyes now!" His hands go to the center of his face, each of his fingers spread out to his eyes and immediately, they recognize the technique. "SOLAR FLARE!"
A powerful and all consuming bright, white light erupts from the boy, engulfing everyone in the surrounding area in it and rendering all but his allies blind and dazed. Knowing that the enemy will fire soon regardless, the other fighters finish charging their attacks and together, fire them all.
"DESTRUCTO DISK!"
"SUPER SPIRIT BALL!"
"NEO TRI-BEAM!"
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Outskirts of West City
"Come on, come on, pick up already... " Mutters Bulma as she tries to call Gohan's home to find out what exactly is keeping him and the boys away from assisting here. Yet every time she tries, she gets absolutely no connection. "Okay, maybe my folks." She dials up her parents back at Capsule Corp HQ and as with Gohan, nothing. She tries Chi-Chi, nothing, any number she tries to call, nothing.
"This must be their handy work," She concludes while flinging the phone out of the truck, growing even more furious at her predicament and the aliens. "They must've done something to the phones lines here. But still, someone would've noticed all this happening. Maybe an EMP to cause a planet-wide blackout? No, then the others would've sensed the guys fighting here."
Far to her left on the opposite end of the ocean where a similar cliff-side is located, she sees explosions going off in the distance, no doubt caused by Piccolo, 17 and 18s fight going on there if Tien's statement was to be believed. As she glances over at it, once again she feels like an idiot for not creating some way to warn the planet of alien threats before they happen, fully setting her mind to work on such a project once they deal with these invaders.
"Hey look! What's that light in the city?" Her head looks over to a bright, white light suddenly appearing where the evacuation zone one, no doubt caused by her friends battling with the enemy. She and all the gathered humans who are able to see look at it, slowing down their pace and hoping that the defenders responsible for rescuing them are doing well.
Yet their hopes are dashed as an even great, far more destructive light suddenly bursts from the evacuation zone. An ungodly gust of wind comes rushing in all directions from the ball of light, ripping trees from their roots, sending the ocean reeling back and nearly causing the entire caravan to either flying into the air at worst or knock over at best. As if a nuclear warhead suddenly went off, the ball of light simply keeps on growing. First, a few buildings vanish, then entire blocks and finally, half of the city itself is seemingly lost in the gargantuan blast.
Just as quickly as it came, it vanishes from sight and all that is left in its wake is a smoldering crater with nary a sign of life in it. The entire caravan comes to a screeching halt with many inside the trucks themselves either being let out to see or banging to be released. All look at the sight, frozen in silence at their destroyed lives, homes and even the heroes who risked their lives to save them. All present take a moment of silence to mourn them, thankful for their efforts despite not even knowing any of their names.
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Woooo! Human fighters (and Bulma) get to do stuff! Well, except Roshi but his moment is coming, next time, Gohan & Gotenks vs Freeza!
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Thu Mar 24, 2016 7:25 pm
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Fri Mar 25, 2016 5:14 pm
Sentient life is one of diversity. Of varying shapes, sizes, cultures, scientific advancements, histories and so forth. Yet despite these often stark differences, every sentient has and will at some point in their lives face what feels to them an insurmountable obstacle or as humans would say, trying to push a boulder up a hill. Not for the first time in a battle nor in one against this particular foe, Gohan feels exactly that way.
Ever since the battle started something felt off about his enemy. Most would think it was due to Freeza's clear and vast increase in power and part of it truly is. Though Gohan cannot say he's too surprised by it. The tyrant was the most powerful, non-God being in many millions of years Majin Buu laid sealed away, slumbering as the rest of the galaxy continued on without him. He gathers that somewhat similar to himself, Freeza must have vast reserves of fighting potential waiting to burst out though never did. Someone as strong as Freeza probably never needed to train a day in his life.
No, something else frightens him as he exchanges strikes with the planet selling monster before him. The half-Saiyan puts his all in each and every punch, kick and ki attack, not holding back at all. Some of them are blocked, others land yet Freeza's attitude remains exactly the same. He's fought enough beings to know when someone's holding back just based on the movements of their body and not a single muscle shows off Freeza putting any effort into all this, nor does any show real signs of pain or strain under his attacks.
And then there's his smirk. His wicked, ever present smirk never leaving his face even when a hit manages to land, even when he seemingly retreats for fear of attack. A subtle but unmistakable confident smirk that the tyrant cannot help but himself to hide. Regardless, he keeps on fighting, knowing that if his enemies power is truly higher than his own, running away will do no good.
Managing to land a punch to his opponent's face, he forces Freeza back a few steps and spins around, using the momentum elbows the tyrant in the head before pushing him away with a palm strike combined with a kiai to his stomach. Without a peep, the overlord is sent spinning across the street and lands casually on the ground, still smirking as if nothing happened to him.
As sudden, quick kick to his back courtesy of Gotenks, now a Super Saiyan 3, nearly sends him tumbling to the ground, though again not a sound comes out of him. Not a grunt or growl or anything, just him still smirking and casually avoiding Gotenks' energy ball coming at him from behind.
"Not bad Freezer!" The fused being admits with another ball forming in his hand. "Let's see you dodge this!" Flinging it at the tyrant, he waits for it to close the distance, subtly placing his index and middle fingers together before shooting them up. The ball changes direction, darting all around Freeza as per movements of Gotenks' hands. "Spirit Ball!"
The ball races towards its target like a guided missile though many times faster than one with its master chuckling, thinking himself both clever and victorious with this course of action. Freeza, in response merely raises his head up and with an Invisible Eye Blast so fast neither Gotenks nor Gohan can see, destroys the orb. Instantly, he appears before the fused teen, grabbing him by the top of his head. As payback for Goku's humiliating attacks during their last encounter, the tyrant begins smacking his half-son repeatedly over the faces, like a parent striking their petulant child.
With each strike, a yelp escapes Gotenks' lips, his cheeks quickly growing red with his a splitting headache quickly setting in. Luckily for him, Gohan intervenes, putting Freeza in a Full Nelson Hold and promptly taking off into the air with the tyrant still in his grip. The two of them quickly enter the upper atmospheres of the planet, shattering the sound barrier within seconds of their take off.
Yet despite this, Freeza's body still remains completely calm, he shows no fear nor resistance. A fact which only makes Gohan flies even faster, hoping that this move will, at last, have some effect on his opponent. Noticing that the air is growing thin, the half-Saiyan quickly changes course and back towards the Earth. Using Freeza as a meat shield, he lets the tyrant take the brunt of the re-entry fire to maximize the damage as much as he can. Regardless, Freeza's attitude remains the same.
Not wanting to render Satan City into a smoldering crater, Gohan instead aims them to one of the many wastelands near the city, calculating it should be just far enough away to prevent anyone else from getting hurt. A wide ball of fire surrounds the two though Gohan himself remains mostly unharmed with Freeza almost completely consumed by it. Increasing his flight speed as much as he can, the scholar unleashes a mighty yell with his aura flaring up and smashes the tyrant straight through the ground, burrowing them both over 50 feet into the ground.
As if a meteor struck the planet, a vast portion of the area firstly crumbles into itself before fiery ball bursts out in all directions from the impact zone, burning everything caught inside of it to ash. Gotenks stares at the spectacle in awe, shielding his eyes though still amazed none the less at the inventiveness of his half-brothers move. After letting the inferno subside, he heads over to the impact zone, pushing away the nauseating smoke away with kiai's, eventually causing it all to dissipate.
"Man, who knew Gohan had it in I'm," Gotenks states, impressed by the destructive power of the blow. Another explosion nearby gets his attention, one caused by Gohan bursting from the ground, his go tattered severely with minor flesh wounds over his body. The worst injuries, however, are on his elbows, burns as a result of them being exposed to the flames during his Full Nelson Hold.
The scholar lets out a single, relaxed sigh before wiping the sweat from his brow. He takes a moment to look around at the end result of his fight and sees nothing but scorched Earth all around him along with giant cracks at his feet. "It's a miracle I didn't break half the planet with that stunt."
"Indeed."
Freezing in place upon hearing that voice, Gohan tilts his head back and to his shock finds a completely uninjured Freeza casually floating out of the crater with his arms folded, still smirking of his assured victory. "If you did that to anyone, you would've killed them for certain. Unfortunately for you," He narrows his eyes. "I'm not just anyone."
Clenching his fists, Gohan immediately turns around to fully face him, getting into his fighting pose when both he and Freeza sense a growing power nearby. Both of them turn around, looking upwards into the air and notice Gotenks floating nearby, his aura swirling around as he clearly means to prepare a strong attack.
"Now you're going down!" Suddenly yells Gotenks with an equally cocky smirk to rival Freeza's with a pair of ki balls charging in his hands. "Behold! My Super Die Die Missile attack!"
Gohan super speeds away from Freeza, giving the fused being a clear shot at him. With a chuckle, the fused being jabs his arms back and forth, releasing blast after blast on the tyrant who merely stands there and simply lets them all come. The spot where he stands is quickly overcome by the blast with the whole area shaking as a constant series out large explosions go off.
Taking the opportunity given to him by Gotenks' assault, Gohan decides to join the fray and places both his hands slightly above his head and charges one of his oldest attacks, his rising power breaking the ground beneath his feet. Putting his arms forward, he holds the accumulated ki in the form of a gargantuan energy sphere nearly five times his own size and aims it at the spot where Gotenks' keeps firing on. "MASENKO!"
A huge yellow shock-wave of energy erupts from the sphere, consuming an entire city block in its wake and utterly dissipating the remaining blasts of Gotenks. Though the fused being himself doesn't mind this, instead he looks on at the beam in awe of its power, still amazed by just how powerful Gohan is. Just as quickly as it came, Gohan's Masenko vanishes into nothingness with the remainder of the being flying away somewhere into the cosmos of space before vanishing from view.
To the dismay of both the half-Saiyans, Freeza swats away the smoke with a simple flicker of his tail, still unscathed from their joint attacks. "Very impressive." He mockingly tells them with a wicked chuckle.
"He-he's not hurt at all!" Stammers Gotenks, his jaw hanging wide open and his whole body shaking at how utterly ineffective both their attacks were.
"Are you both quite finished yet?" He asks them, cracking the knuckles of his hands and stretching the rest of his muscles. "Because I'm quite bored simply standing here doing nothing."
Gotenk's gulps, taking a few steps back while Gohan stands perfectly still, his eyes never moving away from Freeza. If everything they've just thrown at him didn't work on any level, then he ascertains nothing else will. He glances over to the still trembling Gotenks for a moment then back to Freeza. "Leave."
"Huh?" Is all Gotenks says, his eyes now focused on Gohan. "What'd you say?"
"I said leave!" He repeats, this time, louder with a sterner tone to his voice. "Your fusions going to wear off soon and then you'll both be even more vulnerable. Use what time you've got left to get out of here and find the others! I'll try to hold him off as long as I can."
"Are you crazy!" Asks the teen, shocked by this order. "You just body slammed that guy from space and it didn't do squat! If you fight him alone he's going to murder you!"
"Which is still better than all three of us dying." He states matter of factly. "Besides, we've got two sets of Dragon Balls. So even if he does kill me I'll be back in no time."
Mustering as much self control as he can, Freeza tries his best not burst out laughing at his statement. "Poor boy, he has no idea how wrong he truly is."
"Gohan..." Gotenks hesitantly states. "Are you totally, 100%, absolutely, positively-"
"Stop wasting time and GO!" He swings his hand to his side, unleashing a large gust of wind in its wake. Gotenks, finally understanding the message promptly turns around and flies away from the site to West City. According to their mothers, most of their friends would be there for the ball game making it the logical place to look for them first. Before he can even get a hundred yards away, Freeza appears before him.
"What the-" Freeza cuts him off with a single punch to his gut. A single, blood filled cough escapes his lips as Gotenks' whole body goes numb. His eyes going into the back of his head as he lays completely limp on the tyrants arms. Back on the ground, Gohan finally registers what happened and turns around to find the teen being casually tossed on the ground, defusing into an unconscious pair of Trunks and Goten before landing.
Scowling at the smirking tyrant, Gohan charges his aura and goes to meet him regardless of the outcome. Yet before he can even get his feet an inch off the ground, a powerful punch to his face nearly makes him tumble to the ground. Instead, he awkwardly stays on his feet and responds in kind to no effect. Despite hitting him right in the nose, Freeza doesn't even flinch, instead, the scholar finds his own knuckles aching in pain from the attack.
He takes a few steps back, clenching his seemingly broken hand when Freeza addresses him. "This has been very entertaining, but I cannot afford to waste time on your fruitless efforts." Before he can even notice he's gone, Freeza unleashes a barrage of punches all throughout his body in such speeds Gohan cannot see, hear or even sense him. Helplessly, he stands there as the tyrant mercilessly attacks him everywhere he can. The speed of the blows being so fast his very pain receptors cannot properly register it all.
The tyrant quickly re-appears in front of him, still smirking with his hands now behind his arm. Every fiber of Gohan's being can best be described as numb. Caught in some bizarre void where everything is frozen and all his commands to his body go un-responded. That's when the wave of pain finally comes crashing on every fiber of his being, and immediately, he wishes he was dead.
Every muscle feels like it's been shredded by a savage animal, every bone cracks so loudly it makes him want to vomit and the lack of any sound in his ears makes him dread if the tyrant didn't just render him deaf for the rest of his life. His body isn't the only thing to fall behind Freeza's speed, even the ground itself takes a short while to begin cracking. First at a slow pace which gradually speeds up until suddenly exploding apart under the sheer force behind every one of Freeza's steps.
With the overwhelming flood of pain, Gohan cannot even muster the strength to gasp or even let out a single audible sound. Instead, he takes one last look at the smirking Freeza before slumping face-first into the ground like a tossed away corpse. Losing all sense of consciousness on his way down.
"Hm, I may have gone somewhat overboard," Freeza admits out loud, momentarily forgetting just how destructive even a casual flicker of his is to mortals. Kneeling next to the slumbering Gohan, he places his hand on the young mans back and notices his heart beating though just barely. "I can't have him dying on me yet, he's far too valuable for that." That's when he remembers an act of Goku's on Namek, one even Freeza cannot help but feel some shred of gratefulness for. "I suppose it would be fair, he did give me the strength to survive my injuries after all."
With a faint, purple glow surrounding his body. Freeza places a considerable amount of ki into the unconscious Gohan, a portion to keep him further away from deaths embrace though not strong enough wake him up. "That should do." He looks back to the unconscious pair of Saiyan's nearby and telekinetically brings them closer. With their Super Saiyan forms now dissipated, Freeza gets a good look at them both and tries to keep himself from snapping their necks right now. Goten, who looks exactly like Goku, brings back unpleasant memories all on his own without Trunks next to him, reminding Freeza of his mutilation of a death.
Yet he composes himself, the old him would've done such a foolish thing without thinking about the consequences. But 15 years has taught him the value of patience and planning and he will not jeopardize things now that he is so close to his goal. He places them next to the slumbering Gohan, telekinetically placing all three of them to face the sky when his holo-computer suddenly starts ringing.
"Yes?" He answers, bringing it up with a scouting trooper on the other end of the call.
"Lord Freeza! My team and I have recovered the Dragon Balls as per your orders. Shall we deliver them to you at once?"
The tyrant smiles and it's all the scout needs to know. "We shall not delay master." With a bow, he ends communication with Freeza who sits down in a meditative position with nothing better to do. As promised, the scout leader and six other soldiers arrive, rising to meet them, Freeza places his hands behind his back and watches them all kneel before him with their arms stretched out. Each holding a Dragon Ball.
Freeza takes one out of his soldiers hand and examines it closely. "Four Stars, seven in total." He musses out loud, surprised by their tiny size in comparison to the fairly large ones he discovered on Namek. Still, as long as they met his expectations, their size mattered little. Putting it back into his soldiers hand, he finds a nice clear bit of land without any cracks in it upon which to place the orbs on.
After doing so, the soldiers all line up in formation a few feet away from them while Freeza brings out his holo-computer once more to contact someone to deal with another matter. "Ah Lord Freeza!" Answers Sorbet with a friendly tone to his voice. "You will be pleased to know that our forces at West City are thus far doing well. The other fighters there will soon be eliminated."
"I'm pleased to hear that Sorbet but it is not why I called you." He titles the screen of his computer so Sorbet can see the unconscious trio of Gohan, Goten and Trunks lying on the ground nearby. "You are to take these three off the planet with the squad I'm about to send you and get away from this planet as fast as you can."
"Are you certain it's wise to bring them aboard the ship my lord?" Sorbet asks, somewhat nervous about this part of the plan. "If they cause trouble, there will be little we can do to stop them."
"They won't cause trouble if they can't wake up," Freeza replies with a smile. "Keep them in the healing tanks but ensure they receive a constant dose of drugs to keep them out cold. Saiyan's may be a formidable species when it comes to fighting, but for all their power, a good disease can bring them down easily enough. Even Goku nearly died of a heart one not long after my death."
"If that is what you wish sire." Sorbet nods in understanding. "Still, I'm surprised you would go through with this portion of the plan. Surely the neither Prince Vegeta nor Goku are a match for you."
"They're not, but if the battle does not go my way, I need a bargaining chip." He looks over the slumbering half-Saiyans. "And hostages are about a good a bargaining chip as you can get. " His smile momentarily falters as he mentally imagines his worst case scenario. "Just so long as he doesn't get involved, I won't have any trouble."
"Understood my Lord, I will leave with them immediately and keep our presence hidden from the enemy. Our new and improved dampening fields should make it quite impossible."
"Of that, I have no doubt." Ending communication with his right-hand man. Freeza looks to the soldiers lined up before him. "You have your orders men, take these three off world back to our ship in orbit. Do not lose, kill or heaven forbid, wake them up. It will end very badly for you should you fail in this critical part of our plan."
"Sir yes sir!" The state in unison with a salute before taking the half-Saiyans away, and with all their mighty, flee back to the ship, leaving Freeza alone with the orbs that he's sought for so very long. He stands there for a moment, taking it all in, almost believing this to all be a very complicated and cruel dream being played on him by the angels of Hell. He half expects to suddenly be back on Namek or his first arrival to Earth to suffer further humiliation. Yet to his delight, the moment is genuine and he will not squander it.
"Eternal Dragon!" Freeza declares just as instructed to him by Sorbet. "I summon thee to this mortal plane! Come forth and grant me my hearts desires!"
The skies around the whole world darken in a pitch blackness as a swirling and twisting pillar of light and energy bursts forth, revealing the form of a massive green-skinned, red-eyed being in the sky. "I am Shenron!" He declares in a loud, booming voice. "The Eternal Dragon, I shall grant you any three wishes you desire. Speak them, and I will make them a reality."
Freeza takes a step back upon seeing him, in awe of the creatures size and mystical power. Despite being a God, even he knows a being of such power is not to be trifled with. "Great Shenron!" Yells Freeza with a respect and formality to his voice. "Long I have desired the gift of immortality! Please, grant it to me and I shall be forever thankful!" He even goes so far as to bow before the dragon, a very rare courtesy he only reserved for being such as his father or Beerus.
"I cannot grant you what you already have." States Shenron matter of factly with Freeza looking back up at the dragon, confused by what he means, something which Shenron himself clearly notices. "As a deity, the gift of immortality is already yours. Thus, I cannot grant you your wish."
Freeza takes a moment to consider the beings words. For as long as he can remember, all knew of the longevity of Beerus the Destroyer. A being who has existed up until this point for millions upon millions of years. Yet the tyrant assumed it was an innate ability to a natural God like him, not a recent or turned one such as himself. Were Goku and Vegeta both immortal as well he wonders before hearing Shenron clear his throat.
"If there is nothing more you wish of me, I shall take my leave-"
"No, wait!" Freeza yells in a pleading tone, thankful that no one else is here to see or hear it. "My apologize, I lost myself in thought for a moment. There actually is something you can do for me." Stretching his hand outward, he focuses his ki into his index finger and forms an orb over it. A black orb twice the size of Freeza's own head with red electricity sparking out of it.
"There is a certain planet I wish to rid myself of Great Shenron," Freeza states, his respectful demeanor giving away to his natural personality. But he cannot help himself, for this is a particular world that has earned his hatred quite well and he very much wants to see it and its populace be wiped from the board. "Could you teleport this orb of mine into its core?"
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If anyone figures out what the planet is, refrain from saying it on here for any of the other readers, please. I want it to stay a surprise, PM me if you want to discuss it
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Fri Mar 25, 2016 6:32 pm
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Fri Mar 25, 2016 6:37 pm
IKR, it's not like Shenron's got anything better to do in the center of the Earth or wherever he lives .Lord Beerus wrote:Shenron has zero patience. Like, Freeza summoned your dragon ass to grant wishes, you can't just bail on him when he hasn't even gotten one wish granted.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by ekrolo2 » Sat Mar 26, 2016 5:18 pm
"Is... is he coming...?" Asks an out of breath 17 leaning against a large stalagmite protruding out of the ground. His breath raspy and his left arm limp and bleeding with various cuts and bruises all over his body. 18, while somewhat better off, suffers from much of the same injuries as him, courtesy of Aka. The fused being quickly turned the tide of the battle in his favor, forcing the two Earth androids to flee into the vast series of caves underneath the cliff-sides surrounding West City.
The plan has worked as they've neither heard nor seen Aka ever since fleeing deep inside the cave system. On one hand, they're relieved for finally getting a reprieve from his attack to plan out a counter-offensive and rest up. On the other hand, they haven't encountered him since, putting them immediately on edge as the soldier is about as subtle as an exploding sun. Was that simply an act to throw them off to his real cunning? Or did he opt to go after Piccolo and is currently helping his horned ally rip the Namek to pieces?
"No, I don't think he is," She replies quietly, peeking over the stalagmite ever so slightly. Her eyes dart around in the dark and almost hauntingly quiet cave around them. She tries to use her skill of ki sensing to somewhat compensate for the poor visibility yet she knows it's futile: androids can't be sensed. With a sigh, she turns around and leans next to her brother. "But he'll find us soon enough, and I don't think we'll be able to get away from him again."
"Please tell me his fusions got a timer on it," 17 asks, hopeful of them de-fusing after a while like he once witnessed happening to Goten and Trunks.
She shakes her head. "No dice. These guys can stay fused indefinitely if they want to. And since we were beating them separately, I doubt they'll defuse just to make it easier for us."
"Yeah... I didn't think so..." He mutters in a defeated tone, taking the bandanna off his neck and tying it as hard as he can over the bleeding wound on his left arm. With that done, he takes a deep breath and tries to relax though the sharp rocks stabbing him in the back makes it difficult. "How I wish I was back in the forest right about now..."
18 smiles. "Oh, so you'd be totally fine with me fighting these guys by myself and probably getting killed?"
Despite their situation, he can't help but chuckle at her sarcasm. "Of course, I wouldn't sis. It's just that I signed up for a free baseball game in the nosebleed section, not fighting an alien invasion."
"Your brother-in-law is Krillin so you were bound to get involved in one sooner or later." She points out, half-joking half-serious. Frankly, it's a miracle you've been out of the action for so long."
An awkward silence follows, with only the occasional sounds of dripping water from the many stalactites above their heads and their own faint breathing. "We'll have to figure out a plan to take him out," 17 recommends, knowing that they can't stay hidden here forever. Especially if Aka did, in fact, team up with his partner to take out Piccolo. "I don't suppose you learned some moves from Krillin over the years?"
"I do actually," She admits leaning back against the rock. "But it's been years since I've tried it, and I only ever did it right once."
"But you think it can kill this guy, right?"
She nods though secretly that things could've gone a differently as neither of them is in control of what they're doing. Just puppets likely forced into becoming androids by whatever puppet master is pulling their strings, just as Gero tried and failed to for her and 17. Still, with the Dragon Balls, they'll be able to bring them both back and Bulma can hopefully remove whatever programming's been forced into their heads. "It will, but we'll only have one shot with it. If it misses there's no way in hell he's going to let us try it again."
"Hey, if it works it works!" He pulls himself up, noticing the feeling coming back into his arm though it won't be of much use in a fight. "Just tell me what I've got to do."
She sighs again, really wishing they had any other choice but this. Regardless, she leans closer to her brother and begins whispering the plan.
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Elsewhere
"Ow!" Yelps Aka after accidentally hitting his head on a stalactite, his scream echoing throughout the nearby section of the vast cave system. He floats back a bit, rubbing his head wound before smacking the rock away in anger. The injury itself is beyond minor for someone of his caliber, yet even the strongest of beings can get ticked off by the equivalent of stubbing your toe.
"This would be so much easier if I just blew this whole place up..." He growls out quietly, hoping that his enemies didn't hear him then re-position themselves. Something he wouldn't have to worry about if he really did just blow the whole surrounding area, and likely his prey, into oblivion.
A very tempting scenario which he knows deep down he can't do. For he knows Shisami is close by, battling Piccolo right over his head and an explosion strong enough to wipe away the whole cave system would likely cause his partner to get caught in the blast.
What if he accidentally leaves Shisami open for a fatal blow? What if he even manages to kill him thereby putting him in Piccolo's cross-hairs, someone who would no doubt be very displeased should his explosion also kill our maim his allies.
With a sigh, he lets the idea die before the temptation or annoyance, whichever comes first, overcomes his sense of reason. Still, he wishes he could, at least, light a small ki ball to keep himself from accidentally hitting any more of the numerous pointy stones protruding from the ground and ceiling.
Regardless, he moves on, hovering as quickly as quietly as he can through the seemingly endless caverns with only some small cracks of light illuminating scant pockets of it all. By some miracle, he manages not to smack his head against any more of the stones, his eyes somewhat adjusting to the pitch black darkness all around him.
He presses on, keeping his eyes and ears sharp as much as possible despite his lack of being able to sense their ki being a troublesome hurdle to contend with. Still, this small annoyance does little to deter him. Time loses all sense quickly, the deafening silence and utter lack of life inside the cave quickly getting to him. He can't tell if he's been here for five minutes or five hours.
Quickly growing bored by this game of cat and mouse, his mind starts to wander to the day they first encountered the mighty warriors of Earth. How they deemed them both so weak they sent their children to fight them, both of whom proved themselves the twins superiors quickly once proper instructions came from Gohan. Even after they fused, the humiliation persisted with the children also fusing an easily outclassing them once more. In a last ditch effort to win, they tried to destroy them all but one of the Earthlings older fighters completely destroyed their strongest attack and ended it all with a single punch.
Then they all laughed at the two of them as they lay defeated on the ground, forcing them to beg for scraps of food like dogs. A situation which only stuck with them even on Planet Tech-Tech, only this time under the heel of Prince Tarble. The fused beings fists clench tightly as he remembers those moments with utter disdain, his anger causing him to inadvertently raise his power level, destroying several rocks nearby by accident.
That's when he remembers the day Lord Freeza himself rescued them from their tormentors, giving them greater power and a new objective: revenge on those who wronged them. And revenge they will have. He takes a deep breath, relaxing and powering down just as he hears a loud explosion go off nearby.
"Hey, fat boy!" Aka's eye twitches upon hearing the cocky voice of 17 echoes throughout the caves. "Catch us if you can!" A few more explosions go off, with faint lights dimming one of the many caves branching off behind Aka.
With a smirk, he charges forward towards them, letting out an annoyed grunt after smacking his head into another rock on the way there. As he draws closer and closer, the lights become brighter, their explosions louder.
Eventually, he reaches the source of it all, only for it to suddenly die down. Leaving only the occasional dripping specks of water in the newly restored silence. He hovers in the middle of the cavern, turning around and examining the place as much as he can for any signs of them.
That's when he hears a humming noise. Instinctively, he ducks, only narrowly avoiding the ki ball sent his way courtesy of 17 before jabbing his foot back, nearly hitting the Earth android who back flips out of its way.
"Oh! So close!" Taunts 17 with Aka immediately spinning around, shooting a glare at the smirking young man before him and fires a mouth beam to wipe it off his face. 17 leaps into the air, easily avoiding the attack. "So, so close- "
A swift, sudden punch to his face sends 17 crashing right through into the submerged ground. The Earth android quickly bursts out, gasping for air only to get grabbed by the head. With a tight squeeze he wipes 17s cocky smirk right off, replaced by a look of pain and horror as he can feel his head slowly, but surely being crushed.
"Not so cocky now are you?!" Asks Aka with a yell before driving his head back into the water. With a child like joy, he watches 17 squirms in a fruitless attempt to escape, his arms and legs swinging right, left, back and forth. Not wanting to end the fight like this, he lifts 17s head out ever so slightly to give him some air. "Can't let you die on me just yet, I still need to find that lying sister of yours?"
"You..." He erupts in a violent cough, his lips twisting once more into a smirk. "Don't have to... look far..."
Raising an eyebrow at his statement, Aka starts to submerge 17s head once more when a sudden, horrid pain freezes him in place. The fused beings eyes widen, his breathing almost non-existent as he watches a yellow disk of ki fly in front of him, slicing through several rocks before dissipating.
Slowly, he lowers his head and looks down to find a horizontal slice cutting him in half from the waist down, effectively bisecting him. Quickly, his strength leaves him, allowing 17 to escape his grasp and put some distance from him. The soldier turns his head around and finds 18 standing behind him with pity smeared across her face.
"I... I'm sorry..." She tells him with a heavy heart just before his body splits apart with the upper half loudly smacking into the water. The two halves start glowing in a bright green light, defusing into a pair of dead, bisected Abo and Kado lying face first in the water.
With a sigh of relief, she runs over to her brother rubbing his face after that punch from Aka. "You okay?"
"Ugh... yeah..." He assures with a heavy, tired voice, the rest of his skull and lungs killing him more than anything else. "I might need one of those... beans you guys got after this..."
"I'll be sure to get you the best of the batch." She jokes, earning a genuine but pained chuckle from her brother. Knowing he's probably in no condition to fly himself, she helps him up, placing his arm over her shoulder and decides to do it for the both of them. Then they both hear a beeping noise very close by.
They both turn around to check the source of the noise and find it to be coming from the bodies of the dead Abo & Kado brothers. Their eyes widen in shock as they realize that the PTO truly did adopt Gero's technology in every possible way they could: bombs made as a last resort to kill a target even after the androids death.
"We gotta go! Now!" Urges 17 with his sister nodding in agreement, taking to the air and flying as far as she can to put as much distance away from the booby-trapped corpses. The beeping persists throughout their flight, echoing throughout the cave with the beeps growing louder and more frequent. Each one signaling their inevitable doom.
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Outskirts of West City
"D-damn! What the hell was that?!" Yells Piccolo with an infuriating buzzing noise assaulting his ears courtesy of the explosion responsible for blowing up half of the cliff-side from underground. Smoke and ash fill the air with rocks both tiny and large are flung for miles into the air, smashing back into the ground. The giant smoke cloud from it pierces into the sky, blotting out the sun with the assistance of the smoke rising from the besieged city.
Luckily for him, he was up in the air when it went off. Had he been down on the ground it could've ended very badly for him. Growing tired of this smoke, Piccolo blasts it away with a single swing of his with the heavy wind blowing all around him, his keen hearing allows him to notice another, smaller one close by and promptly vanishes before Shisami's swing can make contact.
He appears behind the giant with a yellow ball of electricity discharging ki forming in his right hand while his other stretches out to grab Shisami by the throat. The PTO soldier grunts in pain with the sharp nails pierce his skin, ignoring it, he grabs the outstretched arm and smashes Piccolo into a nearby wall.
Shisami takes his attention from the battle, his eyes glancing over the site of the explosion. "It appears they got themselves killed." He concludes, knowing that the bombs in their bodies wouldn't go off in any other situation. "A shame, but with the Dragon Balls, they shall be revived in due course."
He looks back to Piccolo who's slowly getting himself back on his feet. "This one's for you, my friends."
The Super Namek coughs, reeling his arm back into the place and getting back to his feet when he notices Shisami's power rise. A red aura flaring up around his body for a few brief moments before it turns into the shape of a red, flame-like ball forming in the space between his horns.
"Let's see how you fare against my ultimate technique!" Proclaims Shisami with the ball over his head growing larger and larger. Its power increasing considerably.
Knowing he's got no chance of dodging or taking an attack like that head on, Piccolo instead forms a strong technique of his own to fight back Shisami's. Placing his hands a few inches apart from each other, he starts yelling with his increasing power. Electrical discharges from in-between his hands and all around his body, the veins all over his body popping out as he channels his energy.
With their attacks ready, the two combatants fire them both off at each other. The balls collide, seemingly merging into a larger, white colored one before exploding. The cliff-side finds itself consumed by it along with everything within a one-mile radius of the collision spot.
Piccolo and Shisami both place their arms in front of their heads, shielding themselves as they're also caught in the explosion. The Super Namek finds himself smacked against a nearby rock, clinging to it as the wind sends anything that isn't nailed down miles into the air. Shisami, by comparison, finds himself launched into the ocean, protected from most of the after effects of their attacks colliding.
The cliff-side lies destroyed in the wake of this explosion, resembling a vast collection of boulders stacked on top of each other than anything else. What few trees were present now either burned or blown away as a consequence of the battles here.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Piccolo sits leaned against the wall, panting heavily from using up a significant portion of energy to counteract Shisami's attack. A problem only made worse by the possibility of the PTO android having an infinite ki generator, giving him an endless amount of energy to fight with while Piccolo's will surely run out after a couple more attacks like this.
Yet he must finish him with an attack precisely of such caliber, for his he lets this battle drag out, Shisami's enhanced body will surely win out over Piccolo's as the injuries begin to mount up. Before he can come up with anything, a smirking Shisami bursts from the ocean, cracking his knuckles and still eager for battle.
"Don't tell me you're done yet, Piccolo!" He taunts like a gleeful child. "This fight is far too entertaining for you to surrender now!"
The Namekian merely scowls at him, in no mood for talking. Instead, he vanishes from sight and appears before the red giant, delivering a powerful enough kick to his face to send him crashing back to the ground. He fires off a series of ki blasts at the downed PTO soldier who merely back flips out of their way.
Not interesting in merely dodging blasts, Shisami instead changes direction and flies at Piccolo, taking the hits and quickly closing the distance between them. Catching a punch directed to his face, he applies some extra pressure and with a smirk, crushes Piccolo's hand. Before he can even let out a pained yell, a head butt silences him. His smile is quickly wiped away by a point blank mouth beam hitting him in the face.
"Argh!" He yells, clenching his aching face and leaving himself wide up for an uppercut to the chest from Piccolo. With his mangled fingers quickly healing, Piccolo takes a hold of Shisami's horns, bringing the soldiers head down to his knees, striking him over and over with them. Getting him back to eye level, Piccolo's attacks shred through his armor with each punch and clawing keeping him firmly from counter attacking. Avoiding a clumsy left hook from Shisami, Piccolo spins kicks him in the head before firing off a quick version of his Explosion Wave technique.
Shisami plummets to the ground, his entire body smoking from Piccolo's attack and covered in bleeding cuts and bruises. He remains lying on face first on the ground, entirely motionless though Piccolo isn't taking any chances. He remains floating above him and instead opts to annihilate his downed enemy from a distance. Placing his index and middle fingers on his forehead, a tiny electricity forming in them. "Makanko-"
Before he can fire, Shisami swiftly turns around and fires off a quick Eye Flash, blinding Piccolo for a few brief but valuable moments. Taking advantage of his distraction Shisami appears behind the Super Namek, grabbing him by the back of the throat with one hand while his other takes hold of his spin near the kidney's. With a mighty yell and a smirk on his face, Shisami raises Piccolo above his head and brings his back down onto his knee.
Feeling his spine shatter into a million pieces, a horrid yell of pain is unleashed by Piccolo, one that would make even the most resilient of fighters shiver. He feels nothing from the waist down within even his upper half in such shock from the pain it leaves him limp and utterly defenseless. He pants heavily, struggling for each and every bit of air before being casually thrown down into the rubble.
"I must admit Piccolo, you had me quite worried there for a moment." Admits Shisami, wiping the blood off his lips. "Had you fired your attack a moment sooner, you'd have surely secured your victory. But unfortunately for you, I was quicker."
The panting Namek shoots him a one-eyed glare, the pain making it difficult for him to stay conscious. Shisami chuckles, his aura increasing as he forms his horn attack once more. "Still, you fared better than most and for that, I am truly grateful to you."
As it did once before, his aura twist and turns into the ball, growing larger and larger with each passing moment. Yet now that he is closer to him, Piccolo notices something he missed the first time, something that may just help him finish this. Staying perfectly still, his face betrays no emotion to his chuckling enemy as his attack grows in size and power. Patiently he waits for his chance, observing the balls shape and waits for it to fully stabilize. Then he strikes.
"MAKANKOSAPPO!" He declares, forcing his right hand up with all the strength his weakened body can allow and fires off a much weaker version of his signature attack. Shisami's smirk is once again wiped off his face and he prepares to tilt his head to avoid the attack, to his shock, it doesn't go for that, it goes for the left horn. Slicing it in half, the red giant winces in pain just as Piccolo's arm simply slumps back onto the ground.
That's when he realizes Piccolo's intent and immediately looks up to find the ball violently contorting its shape, de-stabilized now that one of his horns, responsible for doing so, has been hacked off. Before he can stop it or fire it away, the ball folds in on itself, becoming as tiny as a babies tooth before exploding. A red ball of energy engulfs the PTO soldier, his screams of pain being overcome by the explosion. Piccolo merely watches the explosion as it comes towards him, his body still to damage for him to escape. Just before it reaches him, he lets himself smirk at his victory before finally being consumed.
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"Wake up!" He hears a muffled voice call out to him in the darkness, a horrid buzzing noise assaulting his ears not for the first time today. He lets out a tired series of moans, his arms weakly and randomly reaching out to anything they can. "Come, one green man, you can do it!"
He moans again, this time recognizing the voice more clearly. "17...?" He asks, still half asleep though more aware of his surroundings. His vision starts coming back to him, the whole world appearing like a messy blur as if someone splashed water on his face. With a few more blinks, it clears up, revealing a battered and bruised 17 kneeling next to him. Slowly, he gets back on his feet with some assistance from the android, his spine healing fully during his nap though he almost falls right back down, his body weakened from his injuries and the process of healing them.
Piccolo looks around to find nothing but rubble all around him, the whole area laid to waste thanks to the three explosions occurring in it. "W-what happened to the red one?"
"Beats me." Shrugs 17. "Me and sis were out of commission when those two morons self-destructed. By the time we woke up we found you lying on the ground burned to hell. Even thought you were dead for a minute there, but your body started healing pretty fast."
Not for the first time in his life, Piccolo is thankful for his body's healing ability. He looks around for 18, noticing her absence until the sight of West City leaves him gawking and speechless. Over half of it is gone, vaporized with the few buildings left standing being damaged and surely on the brink of crumbling to the ground. A heavy cloud of smoke now fills the air, completely obscuring the setting sun behind them.
"An explosion went off there," 17 speaks up, snapping Piccolo out of his trance. "When we got to you we saw it go off. Sis went to go check on Krillin and the others and left me here to make sure you didn't croak in your sleep."
Piccolo focuses what energy he has left into sensing the others and to his relief, he finds them alive but weak, very weak. Surely in no better shape than him. He takes a step forward then almost falls back down on the ground were it not for 17 catching him on the way down. "T-thanks."
"Don't mention it." The android mutters, struggling to keep Piccolo up. "You're heavier than you look you know that?"
The Namek ignores his comment. "Let's get over there."
Knowing he'll get no banter from the Namekian, 17 silently obliges and the two float over to the city. As they cross the ocean separating the cliff-side from the city, Piccolo hears the honking of cars to their right and notices a caravan of people leaving over the hills. "The others must've gotten them out of the city."
Recognizing the epicenter of the explosion by the massive number of dead PTO soldiers lying there, the two descend to the ground. At their feet, they find at least over a hundred dead invaders. Some missing one or more body parts with a handful even sliced-in-half, no doubt Krillin's handy work as recognized by Piccolo. In the center of this graveyard, they spot the Earth warriors lying there, unconscious and barely breathing.
"Come on!" Yells 17, running over the dead aliens as if they were nothing but rocks littering the ground. Piccolo takes a more reserved approach, noticing the absence of Android 18 immediately. He spots Krillin lying there and even through her cold exterior, she wouldn't waste a moment getting him help first. Yet there he lies, and she's nowhere to be seen.
17 puts Chiaotzu over his shoulder and takes Tien by the arm. To his surprise, Piccolo merely looks around, suspicious of the situation. "Hey!" The android yells out to him. "Quit standing there and lets these guys some help-" A thin, red-colored beam suddenly pierces 17 through the chest, immediately silencing him before a powerful kiai sends him flying helplessly into one of the few remaining buildings.
Piccolo immediately readies himself for combat despite his depleted energy reserves and turns around to find a smirking Freeza holding onto an unconscious 18 by the throat. At a loss for words, the Super Namek eyes meet the thought to be dead tyrants with Freeza chuckling at his shocked expression. "You... you're dead..." Piccolo blurts out while Freeza casually descends to the ground, releasing his hold on 18 before placing his hands behind his back.
"Merely a decoy created for the sole purpose of throwing you off from my true resurrection," Freeza states with a satisfied tone to his voice.
Piccolo's jaw clenches in anger as he realizes that the tyrant truly was revived that day three years ago, he just wasn't the one responsible for attacking Gohan on his wedding day.
"Still, credit where credit is due, you were the only one of these imbeciles to even suspect some sort of foul play. A pity you didn't dig deeper, if you had, this city, your friends and even your apprentice would all be well today."
Piccolo's hands close into fists, his blood boiling at his own foolishness, the others utter disregard for the whole matter but most of all, the thought of Gohan suffering again at Freeza's hands. Ignoring any injuries or reason, he charges towards Freeza and delivers a chop to his neck. It doesn't even manage to move the tyrant an inch. He merely chuckles at the Namekian's efforts before grabbing his arm and ripping it off from the elbow down.
"How nostalgic," Freeza comments before casually tosses Piccolo's decapitated arm away. The Namekian screams in pain, clenching his bleeding limb before being hoisted off the ground by the one responsible for everything that's happened to them. He tries to break free, punching Freeza's arm with his only remaining one to no avail, the tyrant doesn't even budge.
"Now that your little resistance is finished, let's get down to the real reason I'm here." He brings Piccolo's face closer to his own. "Where are Goku and Vegeta?"
"Go... To... Hell-" A fast punch to his stomach sends Piccolo coughing up a lung with his blood dripping onto both Freeza's face and arm. The tyrant merely licks the former away.
"Where are Goku and Vegeta?" He asks again, his tone slightly more threatening this time.
"Go... To-" He receives another punch, coughing up, even more, blood before being hoisted up even further.
"If you don't tell me, I'll simply kill you then do the same for your friends. Since they're weaker than you, I don't think they'll be able to survive in a single blow of mine, wouldn't you agree?" Piccolo merely keeps coughing. "Besides, as one of the last remaining Namekian's in the universe, you should take your own well being more seriously."
"The Namekian's are alive..." Piccolo states matter of factly, fighting back his coughing fit. "We brought them back with the Dragon Balls and now..." He opens his eyes and scowls at the tyrant. "Neither you or anyone like you can ever hurt them again..."
Freeza chuckles once again. "Ah yes, New Namek, correct? Shenron told me all about it."
Piccolo freezes in place convinced that he misheard him. "W-what did you just say...?"
"I said your Earth Dragon informed me of your troublesome species home-world. You are correct in that they used their Dragon Balls to hide their new home from me, but what better way to get around such a defense than using another pair of Dragon Balls? One you loathsome vermin have done such an utterly pathetic job of safeguarding."
"W-w-what..." Piccolo speaks up, afraid to even hear him say it out loud. "What did you do?"
"I did what any intelligent being should when dealing with your particular group, Piccolo...
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Earlier, New Namek
"...I leveled the playing field."
As they always do, the three suns orbiting New Namek shine brightly upon the green planet. Bathing it, and it's equally green inhabitants in its warm and bright lights. The Namekian people, enjoying their mundane but peaceful existences as they always do. But today, something special is happening, the birth of the Grand Elders seventh child, the latest addition to their small but slowly growing community.
They all stand outside the home of Grand Elder Moori, barring their brother Cargo who's with their leader to aid him in the process anyway he can. Such a gathering was rarely possible until well into the rule of the previous Elder Guru, as he alone had to repopulate their species. Now, however, their latest brother shall be welcomed into the world with his large family there to welcome him with open arms.
As all Namekian's, Moori gives birth to his latest child in the form of spitting out his egg which Cargo gently places on the ground before him. The old Namekian leans back in his chair, panting heavily due to the stressful process of reproducing. Despite being tired, he quickly asks. "Is the child well?"
Cargo examines the egg closely, looking for cracks or possible issues. To his relief, he can find none. "He is well Grand Elder and should be with us very, very soon," He replies with a smile, rubbing the egg containing his newest brother.
Moori sighs relieved to hear this news. "Summon the others brother, we must ensure all are here to welcome him."
Nodding in agreement, Cargo leaves the building and moments later returns with many of New Namek population in toe. The oldest of them take point with Moori's own children with them, the others who can fit in entering while half must be left outside as there is no more room. They form a circle around the egg just as it begins to crack, the youngest looking in excitement while the elders observe with pride.
The top of the egg slowly shatters, breaking away to reveal a health, young and sleeping Namekian curled up inside. Moori, with some assistance from Cargo, gets off the throne and reaches into the egg, taking the slumbering babe in his hands. "Today is a day of celebration! The celebration of life in all its beauty as we welcome a new member into our small but strong fold. A new brother with who shall henceforth be known as-"
The sudden and violent shaking of the ground nearly causes Moori to fall to the ground were it not for Cargo's timely assistance. Cracks soon from beneath them with the Namekian's rushing out of the building as quickly as possible, helping their Elder and the younglings out. The situation outside is no better with gargantuan cracks forming as the shaking grows greater and greater. A torrent of lava bursts out of a crack from a nearby hill, destroying the planets and swallowing its surroundings.
"What is the meaning of this?" Asks one of the Namekian's as more and more cracks appear with lava bursting through, quickly filling the sky with the ash and blotting out the sun's. The lava reaches them with a 10-meter high fountain bursting from one of the cracks, burning a handful of them alive. They scream in pain as the molten rock burns through their flesh and bone as if they were nothing, causing the observing children to cry and scream in horror.
"It is as Elder Guru feared, another Cataclysm." Ponders Moori out-loud before addressing the others. "My brothers! We must get to safety at once or all is lost!"
The Namekian's calm down and promptly take the wounded and children into their arms before flying away just as the lava burns away their cropping fields and homes. Moori hopes he and the others can reach their Dragon Balls in time to use their power and at the very least, save his people. As per his instructions, all were placed near his village under a vault in case a similar situation to the original Namek's destruction occurred again.
With heavy hearts, he and the others watch the Cataclysm ravage their planet, turning the sky blood red as thunder and lightning occur all around them. Their hard work destroyed many years in the making undone in mere minutes, yet hope returns to them as they spot the hill, still intact with only some cracks from the earthquake here and there. Just as they reach it, however, to their horror the entire hill explodes like a volcano, unleashing an ocean of lava in all directions.
"No..." Mutters Moori horrified as he watches their only hope being vaporized by the heat of the molten rock. Panic soon consumes the Namek's with a handful scattering away to seek for shelter, another arguing while some remain silent, too devastated to do anything. Moori himself merely looks at the newly born baby in his hands and despite the grave situation smiles upon seeing the boy looking up at him. "I'm sorry brother, truly I am..."
And so the devastation persists with the ocean evaporating from the temperature, the ground vanishing under the lava's relentless assault. Today was a special day, one of celebration. Now, it will be remembered as they day the Namek people once again fell to the nefarious Freeza as the core finally dies, erasing New Namek and everyone single life form on it from existence.
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"How do I raise the stakes for this?" Is something I wondered about when planning this out, and fairly early I reached the conclusion of if you wanna raise the stakes, blow Namek the fuck up! I honestly wasn't expecting this to be this long and while I'm not feeling the early parts, I think it ultimately ended at a satisfactory quality overall. I did warn you Piccolo was gonna get it though
Now we get to the battle everyone's been waiting for next chapter! The Goku & Vegeta VS Freeza! Some of you might be wondering if either of them will take turns against their revived enemy and the answer is no. Once they see and hear everything he's done, Goku and Vegeta aren't going to mess around with their usual bullshit of "We can't work together!" or "True Saiyan's fight one on one!" like they did in FnF.
How the Black Arc Should End (by Lightbing!):
Using his powers the Omni-King restores everything to the moment before Goku and Vegeta perish, humanity's last barrier. Zamasu concedes. He ask for forgiveness(mainly to Goku, Gowasu and Trunks) and understands that his justice isn't justice at all. He asks for judgement and the Omni-King delivers.
Trunks is forced never to travel in time ever again, all the time-machines are destroyed.
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Re: The Vicious Gods Wrath (Resurrection F Remake)
Post by Lord Beerus » Sat Mar 26, 2016 7:23 pm
Akira Toriyama wrote:My policy is to try and forget things once they’re over. Since if I don’t discard the old and focus on what’s new, I’ll overload my brain capacity. I still haven’t lived down going, “Who the heck is Tao Pai-pai?” that one time I was talking with Ei’ichiro Oda-kun. But the fact that there are still people reading the series after all this time… All I can say is; “thank you.” Really, that’s all.
Akira Toriyama wrote:Drawing Dragon Ball again reminded me of two things--how much I love it, and how much I never want to do it again.
Kunzait_83 wrote:And if you're upset because all this new material completely invalidates the tabletop RPG rulebook-sized statistical system and flowchart for the characters' "canonical Power Levels" that you'd been working on painstakingly for the last bunch of years now... well I don't think there's a kind, non-blunt way of saying this, but that's 100% entirely your own misguided fault for buying so deeply into all this nonsensical garbage in the first place. And that you also have IMMENSELY skewed and comically backwards priorities in what you think is most important and needed to make a good Dragon Ball story.
Zephyr wrote:Goodness, they wrote idiotic drivel in a children's cartoon meant to advertise toys!? Again!? For the ninetieth episode in a row!? Somebody stop the presses! We have to voice our concern over these Super important issues!
Kamiccolo9 wrote:Fair enough, I concede. Sean Schemmel probably has some kind of hidden talent. Maybe he is an expert at Minesweeper. You're right; calling him "talentless" wasn't fair.