Anywho, here's the first one. I've got two written so far.
Spoiler:
Fulfillment
I am outmatched. Even alongside him, all of my vaunted might has proven useless. I have but one option left.
I shout to him to stall the enemy. Or rather, an enemy, for he is my true foe. Nonetheless, circumstances, or perhaps fate, dictate that we must be allies this day.
As I delve into the dark recesses of my power, I take pleasure in watching him struggle fruitlessly. Then, I grow angry, as it is my place to destroy him, not this being from the stars. I channel this anger, using it to draw upon even more power.
He, as a last act of desperation, unleashes a devastating attack; one that, I must admit, would probably have been the end of me. However, the enemy is too great for that; he counters with his own power, hurling him across the battlefield.
This farce, however, has given me the time I need. My power stretched to its limits, I reach out with it, to smite down the foe who dared to taunt me.
An explosion. A cloud of dust. Small things, to be the remnants of such a mighty attack. No mere hammer like the technique of my true foe, but a tool of precision. A blade through my enemy’s heart.
Or so it should have been. For the dust clears, and I see that I have underestimated my foe yet again. His speed is astounding; his reflexes surpass even my light of death.
His composure is gone. Having witnessed a true threat, the game is over. He makes to end the battle, only for him to intervene.
He seems to have knowledge of the enemy that I did not. Grabbing our foe’s weak point, my great adversary has given us another chance. Victory will be ours!
As I begin to once more draw upon my inner wellspring of strength, I make a fatal mistake; I forget the utter foolishness of my ersatz ally. Our enemy, taking advantage of his foolish brand of sentimentality, is released, and I watch helplessly as he is beaten down.
And then, the boy emerges. Wielding a power far beyond what either myself or he are capable of, the boy rushes to the aid of his father, crippling our unsuspecting adversary.
With this distraction, he manages to take our opponent off guard once again, so that I may unleash my great attack once more.
I see now why fate has led the two of us to this moment. In ridding myself of this new foe, I can finally vanquish him as well! The last command of my father will be realized!
And I will be…..at peace.
I am outmatched. Even alongside him, all of my vaunted might has proven useless. I have but one option left.
I shout to him to stall the enemy. Or rather, an enemy, for he is my true foe. Nonetheless, circumstances, or perhaps fate, dictate that we must be allies this day.
As I delve into the dark recesses of my power, I take pleasure in watching him struggle fruitlessly. Then, I grow angry, as it is my place to destroy him, not this being from the stars. I channel this anger, using it to draw upon even more power.
He, as a last act of desperation, unleashes a devastating attack; one that, I must admit, would probably have been the end of me. However, the enemy is too great for that; he counters with his own power, hurling him across the battlefield.
This farce, however, has given me the time I need. My power stretched to its limits, I reach out with it, to smite down the foe who dared to taunt me.
An explosion. A cloud of dust. Small things, to be the remnants of such a mighty attack. No mere hammer like the technique of my true foe, but a tool of precision. A blade through my enemy’s heart.
Or so it should have been. For the dust clears, and I see that I have underestimated my foe yet again. His speed is astounding; his reflexes surpass even my light of death.
His composure is gone. Having witnessed a true threat, the game is over. He makes to end the battle, only for him to intervene.
He seems to have knowledge of the enemy that I did not. Grabbing our foe’s weak point, my great adversary has given us another chance. Victory will be ours!
As I begin to once more draw upon my inner wellspring of strength, I make a fatal mistake; I forget the utter foolishness of my ersatz ally. Our enemy, taking advantage of his foolish brand of sentimentality, is released, and I watch helplessly as he is beaten down.
And then, the boy emerges. Wielding a power far beyond what either myself or he are capable of, the boy rushes to the aid of his father, crippling our unsuspecting adversary.
With this distraction, he manages to take our opponent off guard once again, so that I may unleash my great attack once more.
I see now why fate has led the two of us to this moment. In ridding myself of this new foe, I can finally vanquish him as well! The last command of my father will be realized!
And I will be…..at peace.
Spoiler:
2. Awakening
I survey the world that I have never known, yet have always known. As I soar above the landscape, I take in the trees, the waters, the homes. I also see the scars, the wounds brought about by those who live for conflict. By those like me.
I feel the evil rising in the distance. I must destroy it. The evil is beyond me, but I will prevail, nonetheless. I am, and am the son of, the great demon; my justice will be swift, and my revenge merciless.
I see one of my kind in the distance, the only living creature I’ve seen since I arrived. I know I should continue on to the great battle, the boy needs me, but something makes me stop.
I land next to it. This one was a warrior, like myself. Now, however, it is a pitiable wreck; a shell of its former self. The shell can still speak, though, and its words make me feel at home.
It is about to die; I cannot save it, and even if I could, I have not the time. It realizes this, and offers me a deal: it will live on inside me, in return for giving me the power I need to vanquish the evil that awaits me.
At first I refuse. I will not surrender who I am for any cause. It assures me, however, that I will remain me.
I feel the evil surge; it has changed, become far greater now than before. I have no choice.
I place my hand upon it, and together, we will ourselves to become one.
I feel….changed.
My mind is overwhelmed with memories. I see children playing. I smell the scent of the village farms. I hear the waves crash on the land. I remember the wisdom of my father’s teachings.
I feel incredible! I’m home! I’m alive! I’m awake! I’m wide awake!
I will avenge my people! I will save….my friend.
And the great evil will feel my wrath.
I survey the world that I have never known, yet have always known. As I soar above the landscape, I take in the trees, the waters, the homes. I also see the scars, the wounds brought about by those who live for conflict. By those like me.
I feel the evil rising in the distance. I must destroy it. The evil is beyond me, but I will prevail, nonetheless. I am, and am the son of, the great demon; my justice will be swift, and my revenge merciless.
I see one of my kind in the distance, the only living creature I’ve seen since I arrived. I know I should continue on to the great battle, the boy needs me, but something makes me stop.
I land next to it. This one was a warrior, like myself. Now, however, it is a pitiable wreck; a shell of its former self. The shell can still speak, though, and its words make me feel at home.
It is about to die; I cannot save it, and even if I could, I have not the time. It realizes this, and offers me a deal: it will live on inside me, in return for giving me the power I need to vanquish the evil that awaits me.
At first I refuse. I will not surrender who I am for any cause. It assures me, however, that I will remain me.
I feel the evil surge; it has changed, become far greater now than before. I have no choice.
I place my hand upon it, and together, we will ourselves to become one.
I feel….changed.
My mind is overwhelmed with memories. I see children playing. I smell the scent of the village farms. I hear the waves crash on the land. I remember the wisdom of my father’s teachings.
I feel incredible! I’m home! I’m alive! I’m awake! I’m wide awake!
I will avenge my people! I will save….my friend.
And the great evil will feel my wrath.
Spoiler:
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
As explosions go off in the distance, I do my best to keep away from the monster chasing me. I angered him to save my friends, but there’s no way I can take it on myself. The best I can do is drag this out as long as possible.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
The monster thought he had killed me, but my new friend used his strange powers of healing to restore me. Having already died once, it was a relief to not have to go through that again. Then again, the very first thing that I do after healing is put my life in danger once more, so there you go. Just my luck.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
Still, Goku’s my best friend, and his kid needs my help. And really, he’s a great kid, too. I guess I could have run away, but I'd never be able to live with myself. Besides, after all we've been through over the past few months, I owe the kid that much. It’s not like we ever expected things to get this bad, after all, and I kinda feel responsible for him.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
I turn around to see how close the monster is. Big mistake. A white and purple wall the size of the world is staring at me, and I’ve got no chance of outrunning the thing. My life flashes before my eyes, again. It’s strange how much has happened since the last time I was in this situation. I suppose I wouldn’t have it any other way; I’ve seen and experienced so much that I would never have known had I lived a normal life. Hell, I’ve even died and come back to life! How many people can say that? Still, it would have been nice to sit at home with a wife and kid, just once. Oh well. I guess this is the end. Sayonara Goku, it’s been real.
As all this flashes by in an instant, I suddenly have a realization.
Oh yeah, I can do that thing.
“TAIYO-KEN!”
I blast that bastard in front of me with the light of a thousand suns. That might hold him off for a bit. I laugh nervously, and blast off like a cat out of Hell.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
As explosions go off in the distance, I do my best to keep away from the monster chasing me. I angered him to save my friends, but there’s no way I can take it on myself. The best I can do is drag this out as long as possible.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
The monster thought he had killed me, but my new friend used his strange powers of healing to restore me. Having already died once, it was a relief to not have to go through that again. Then again, the very first thing that I do after healing is put my life in danger once more, so there you go. Just my luck.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
Still, Goku’s my best friend, and his kid needs my help. And really, he’s a great kid, too. I guess I could have run away, but I'd never be able to live with myself. Besides, after all we've been through over the past few months, I owe the kid that much. It’s not like we ever expected things to get this bad, after all, and I kinda feel responsible for him.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
I turn around to see how close the monster is. Big mistake. A white and purple wall the size of the world is staring at me, and I’ve got no chance of outrunning the thing. My life flashes before my eyes, again. It’s strange how much has happened since the last time I was in this situation. I suppose I wouldn’t have it any other way; I’ve seen and experienced so much that I would never have known had I lived a normal life. Hell, I’ve even died and come back to life! How many people can say that? Still, it would have been nice to sit at home with a wife and kid, just once. Oh well. I guess this is the end. Sayonara Goku, it’s been real.
As all this flashes by in an instant, I suddenly have a realization.
Oh yeah, I can do that thing.
“TAIYO-KEN!”
I blast that bastard in front of me with the light of a thousand suns. That might hold him off for a bit. I laugh nervously, and blast off like a cat out of Hell.
Gotta run gotta run gotta run
Spoiler:
The Emperor's Holiday
I am today, as I am every day, ruler of all I survey. Granted, the land that lies before me at the moment is nothing to brag about. And endless landscape of blue grass and green skies awaits me, populated by those useless green dullards. How droll. Their very presence offends me, and there is no crime that I can conceives of that stands above that. If only I could just rid myself of them.
But not yet.
I need them, for now. The first village confirmed that traitor Vegeta’s musings. And now, I have in my possession one of the seven magical artefacts, these “Dragon Balls,” that will fulfill my desires for eternal life. And oh, what a day will that be! When I can finally, unburdened by the banalities of mortal life, expand and consolidate my guiding rule over the entire universe! Why, not even the gods themselves will be able to impose upon me.
If I can stomach this place much longer.
These Namekians are surprisingly troublesome for such a primitive race. While my elites can deal with them with little effort, the grunts in my army cannot. And only a handful of elites accompanied me on this trip. Inconvenient, perhaps, but necessary. With talent comes a certain amount of ambition, and I have neither the time nor the patience to deal with competitors. Zarbon, Dodoria, and Cui will serve well enough. They have the brawn I require, and none of them are particularly intelligent. The perfect catspaws for this endeavor.
But it is taking TOO LONG!
I’ve been here HOURS now, and I’ve only acquired ONE of the balls! Regardless of my misgivings, I could CURSE myself for not bringing more competent men. The Ginyus, perhaps. Most of my soldiers have proven themselves USELESS; I might as well do it MYSELF!
Wait, now there’s an idea…..
Yes, maybe I should get my own hands dirty, just this once. I haven’t allowed myself to have much fun lately. Work has been irritating over the past few months.
And maybe it’ll be good for morale, if I were to go on a little holiday. After all, we all know what happens when Lord Freeza is….irritated.
I stand, and walk out of my chambers. A peon attempts to ask me what is wrong, but a quick glance sends him scurrying. I’m not going to deal with his ilk today. I exit my ship, and head for the most distant reading on my scouter. The device picks up on Zarbon and Dodoria attempting to accompany me, but by the time they can reach me on their scouters, I’m far beyond the point where they could reach me.
And here we are….
I descend to a small Namekian village. Gods, haven’t these creatures any originality; it looks just like the other one!
My arrival sends several of their children scurrying, and a few of the adults shout at me in the Common Tongue. I ignore them; they are beneath my notice. After several minutes, the village elder finally makes his way to me. He spouts some tripe about disturbing the peace of his village and whatnot. I eventually lose track of what he’s saying; you can only hear these wearisome speeches so often before they begin to run together.
I ask him: Where is the Dragon Ball?
The old fool just looks at me with a shocked look on his face.
I repeat: Where is the Dragon Ball?”
This time, he begins stammering some nonsense about only the worthy being able to possess them. I decide to offer him one final chance.
Where. Is. The. DRAGON BALL?
At this, he decides to be silent, and he stands before me with an obstinate expression. I do believe I hate him.
Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to do my best to enjoy this. It is my holiday, after all.
I vanish. The Namekians glance around in a panic, until they hear a scream. They turn to see one of their warriors impaled upon my tail. I grin has he falls.
The tall farmer to my left’s visage offends me. I tear off his arm, and spear his child with it.
By this time, the remaining warriors have realized what is happening. I start laughing; I’m having the time of my life.
Two of the warriors attempt to overpower me. My first thought is to blow them away, but I decide to drag this out, so I simply lower my head. One of them realizes to late his mistake, and screams as my horn goes through his shoulder. I shake him off, and beckon to his stunned comrade. He gives a delicious defiant look, which suddenly turns to fear as I am now moving far too fast for him to see. I spin, decapitating him with my tail, and slinging his head into the hands of the elder, laughing all the while.
And now, time for business.
I repeat my question to the elder, making occasional glances at the surviving children huddling around him. He’s unable to speak, but he manages to point to his own hut, the largest in the village. I leave them to quiver in fear for the moment, while I go to check for myself.
And there it is.
Visible as soon as I enter, attached to the top of the elder’s throne, is the prize I seek. A beautiful, gleaming orb the color of a light flame, the Dragon Ball sits before me. I take it, and walk back out into the suns. As I stand transfixed by the beauty of the Ball, the elder attempts to beg for mercy. For disturbing my sense of triumph, I expel a wave of force that scatters him across the landscape. The two children stare at me in horror, unable even to cry.
I smile.
I am today, as I am every day, ruler of all I survey. Granted, the land that lies before me at the moment is nothing to brag about. And endless landscape of blue grass and green skies awaits me, populated by those useless green dullards. How droll. Their very presence offends me, and there is no crime that I can conceives of that stands above that. If only I could just rid myself of them.
But not yet.
I need them, for now. The first village confirmed that traitor Vegeta’s musings. And now, I have in my possession one of the seven magical artefacts, these “Dragon Balls,” that will fulfill my desires for eternal life. And oh, what a day will that be! When I can finally, unburdened by the banalities of mortal life, expand and consolidate my guiding rule over the entire universe! Why, not even the gods themselves will be able to impose upon me.
If I can stomach this place much longer.
These Namekians are surprisingly troublesome for such a primitive race. While my elites can deal with them with little effort, the grunts in my army cannot. And only a handful of elites accompanied me on this trip. Inconvenient, perhaps, but necessary. With talent comes a certain amount of ambition, and I have neither the time nor the patience to deal with competitors. Zarbon, Dodoria, and Cui will serve well enough. They have the brawn I require, and none of them are particularly intelligent. The perfect catspaws for this endeavor.
But it is taking TOO LONG!
I’ve been here HOURS now, and I’ve only acquired ONE of the balls! Regardless of my misgivings, I could CURSE myself for not bringing more competent men. The Ginyus, perhaps. Most of my soldiers have proven themselves USELESS; I might as well do it MYSELF!
Wait, now there’s an idea…..
Yes, maybe I should get my own hands dirty, just this once. I haven’t allowed myself to have much fun lately. Work has been irritating over the past few months.
And maybe it’ll be good for morale, if I were to go on a little holiday. After all, we all know what happens when Lord Freeza is….irritated.
I stand, and walk out of my chambers. A peon attempts to ask me what is wrong, but a quick glance sends him scurrying. I’m not going to deal with his ilk today. I exit my ship, and head for the most distant reading on my scouter. The device picks up on Zarbon and Dodoria attempting to accompany me, but by the time they can reach me on their scouters, I’m far beyond the point where they could reach me.
And here we are….
I descend to a small Namekian village. Gods, haven’t these creatures any originality; it looks just like the other one!
My arrival sends several of their children scurrying, and a few of the adults shout at me in the Common Tongue. I ignore them; they are beneath my notice. After several minutes, the village elder finally makes his way to me. He spouts some tripe about disturbing the peace of his village and whatnot. I eventually lose track of what he’s saying; you can only hear these wearisome speeches so often before they begin to run together.
I ask him: Where is the Dragon Ball?
The old fool just looks at me with a shocked look on his face.
I repeat: Where is the Dragon Ball?”
This time, he begins stammering some nonsense about only the worthy being able to possess them. I decide to offer him one final chance.
Where. Is. The. DRAGON BALL?
At this, he decides to be silent, and he stands before me with an obstinate expression. I do believe I hate him.
Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to do my best to enjoy this. It is my holiday, after all.
I vanish. The Namekians glance around in a panic, until they hear a scream. They turn to see one of their warriors impaled upon my tail. I grin has he falls.
The tall farmer to my left’s visage offends me. I tear off his arm, and spear his child with it.
By this time, the remaining warriors have realized what is happening. I start laughing; I’m having the time of my life.
Two of the warriors attempt to overpower me. My first thought is to blow them away, but I decide to drag this out, so I simply lower my head. One of them realizes to late his mistake, and screams as my horn goes through his shoulder. I shake him off, and beckon to his stunned comrade. He gives a delicious defiant look, which suddenly turns to fear as I am now moving far too fast for him to see. I spin, decapitating him with my tail, and slinging his head into the hands of the elder, laughing all the while.
And now, time for business.
I repeat my question to the elder, making occasional glances at the surviving children huddling around him. He’s unable to speak, but he manages to point to his own hut, the largest in the village. I leave them to quiver in fear for the moment, while I go to check for myself.
And there it is.
Visible as soon as I enter, attached to the top of the elder’s throne, is the prize I seek. A beautiful, gleaming orb the color of a light flame, the Dragon Ball sits before me. I take it, and walk back out into the suns. As I stand transfixed by the beauty of the Ball, the elder attempts to beg for mercy. For disturbing my sense of triumph, I expel a wave of force that scatters him across the landscape. The two children stare at me in horror, unable even to cry.
I smile.
Spoiler:
One Last Parfait
I've always had a temper.
I stand here, alone, at the end of all things. I, who have spent the majority of my long life as the great destroyer, now find myself without a purpose. What is a God of Destruction, after all, without anything left to destroy? Granted, I suppose I do share some of the blame. Whis always warned be about controlling my temper. But still, they should have known better.
As far as battles go, it really was a bit....underwhelming.
The insects took offense at me destroying a planet in their solar system, one that wasn't even inhabited. The rulers just decided that I had deprived them of their property, and had to be punished. What fools.
They gathered their armies, ferried across the stars in great ships the size of mountains, all in an attempt to bring me to their "justice." I would have laughed, had it not infuriated me. It was time to teach these fools their place. It would be a short lesson, and not one they would remember for long, but so what? They had incurred the wrath of a god! No one gets to make that mistake more than once.
I awoke from a short nap to find myself surrounded by the assembled forces of those who had deemed themselves my betters. To my credit, I didn't immediately wipe them out. I raised my hand to speak. The insects must have taken this as a provocation, as they immediately unleashed their weaponry on me. I suppose it's fair to say that I blinked.
The barrage continued for nearly a minute, after which another minute war required for the dust to settle. Afterwards, to the shock of all but myself, I stood unscathed amidst the ruin that covered the land surrounding me.
I suppose that, even at this point, I could have allowed them to turn back, but....
I was angry. I was the God of Destruction! Ordained by the cosmos itself as an avatar of entropy! What right did these fleas have to take offense at what I did? They should have been grateful that I didn't destroy their worlds instead!
I released my power. In an instant, waves of unrelenting forces stripped them of their armor, their weaponry, their flesh, and, finally, their lives. And even after they were all slain, my rage had not subsided. I proceeded to annihilate the planet. Yet I was still unappeased. The nearest star stared at me, almost as if in defiance. A twitch of my finger brought it to an end as well, with an explosion that shook the heavens.
If only I had stopped there...
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without thinking, I turned, and as the blast arced from my hand, I looked upon the face of my teacher.
As Whis fell through space, energy leaking out of the mortal wound I had inflicted upon him, he looked at me and smiled. I'll never forget that smile. As he closed his eyes, one last time, he erupted into an cataclysmic burst of force that I only barely survived. Whis's body did not.
I was distraught. But more than that, I was enraged. These....mortals had made me kill my teacher. They had to pay. All of them.
This is what we deserve. What we all deserve.
I stormed through the universe, a Bringer of Death, destroying all in my path. Mortals had forfeited their right to live; they had demonstrated that they were incapable of understanding and abiding by the laws of the universe. They were....unworthy.
As star by star fell to my wrath, the cosmos grew darker and darker. Silence reigned. Nothing could stop me; all worthy challenges had died out millennia ago. And at last, I here I stand, at the end of all things, alone.
What good is a God of Destruction when there is nothing else left?
I suppose I could sleep. At one time, I would have even looked forward to that. But why bother? There is nothing else. Nothing will be different once I awake.
And then, I feel a chill. I find this odd, in and of itself. I exist in nothing; there is no cold. I turn, and am filled with with emotions that I have not felt in countless eons.
Joy. Fear. Dread.
But most of all, shame.
My old teacher stands before me. Or at least, it looks like him. Whis is transparent, and I cannot sense him.
Lord Beerus. It has been a while.
I attempt to stammer out a reply, but there is no way to convey my words here. Sound no longer exists.
Come, join me over here.
Whis gestures. I turn, and see a table with two chairs, a parfait next to each of them. He sits down in one, motioning for me to take a seat in the other. I make my way over to him.
Beerus, we need to talk.
But first, he scarfs down his parfait, as if he hasn't eaten in ages. I suppose he hasn't. Mine remains untouched; I can't remember the last time I felt the desire for food. I wait for him to finish.
It's time, my old friend.
Time? What does he mean? I try to ask him, but, again, my words fail.
When I named you God of Destruction, I gave you one rule. Do you remember what that rule was?
Honestly, I don't. It's been so long ago... I've seen so many things since then. Heard so many things. Tasted so many things.
Done so many things.
My confusion must have been apparent, as Whis gave an exasperated expression.
It's quite simple, Lord Beerus. You used to quote it all the time. Think back, I'm sure you'll remember.
I did? I haven't spoken in so long. Not since the moment that sparked my.....outburst. But suddenly, hazy memories from a time long since gone appear to me.
I see myself splitting a planet in half with the tap of a finger.
I see myself throwing a tantrum after losing a game to some Kaio.
I see myself standing above a tyrant, complaining about a race of barbarians.
I see myself standing against a god, who would do anything in his power to keep me from destroying an insignificant world.
And I remember, the mantra by which I had governed my life; the meaning behind my purpose.
Before creation comes destruction.
Whis stands up, proud of his student. He nods, and turns to fade away, leaving me alone once more.
But it's different now, for I know what I must do.
I pick up my parfait, feeling again. I take a bite, having not tasted anything so delicious in countless ages. It's so good, that I take another. And another. And before I know it, it's gone. And I am ready.
I rise, and ascend into the nothingness I have left in my wake. I look at my hands, these hands that have wreaked so much destruction. And now it's time to destroy all that remains. I feel the power growing inside me, and I unleash it now; all of it.
The pain is unbearable, but I push through it. Every part of my being screams at me to stop. I ignore it. I can feel myself dissolving, transforming into energy, as Whis must have done. But as I do this, I see a light in the distance. A light to shine in the nothingness.
As I fade away, I finally see, with the last of my sight, a new beginning. A light shines; and a universe is born.
I am content.
I've always had a temper.
I stand here, alone, at the end of all things. I, who have spent the majority of my long life as the great destroyer, now find myself without a purpose. What is a God of Destruction, after all, without anything left to destroy? Granted, I suppose I do share some of the blame. Whis always warned be about controlling my temper. But still, they should have known better.
As far as battles go, it really was a bit....underwhelming.
The insects took offense at me destroying a planet in their solar system, one that wasn't even inhabited. The rulers just decided that I had deprived them of their property, and had to be punished. What fools.
They gathered their armies, ferried across the stars in great ships the size of mountains, all in an attempt to bring me to their "justice." I would have laughed, had it not infuriated me. It was time to teach these fools their place. It would be a short lesson, and not one they would remember for long, but so what? They had incurred the wrath of a god! No one gets to make that mistake more than once.
I awoke from a short nap to find myself surrounded by the assembled forces of those who had deemed themselves my betters. To my credit, I didn't immediately wipe them out. I raised my hand to speak. The insects must have taken this as a provocation, as they immediately unleashed their weaponry on me. I suppose it's fair to say that I blinked.
The barrage continued for nearly a minute, after which another minute war required for the dust to settle. Afterwards, to the shock of all but myself, I stood unscathed amidst the ruin that covered the land surrounding me.
I suppose that, even at this point, I could have allowed them to turn back, but....
I was angry. I was the God of Destruction! Ordained by the cosmos itself as an avatar of entropy! What right did these fleas have to take offense at what I did? They should have been grateful that I didn't destroy their worlds instead!
I released my power. In an instant, waves of unrelenting forces stripped them of their armor, their weaponry, their flesh, and, finally, their lives. And even after they were all slain, my rage had not subsided. I proceeded to annihilate the planet. Yet I was still unappeased. The nearest star stared at me, almost as if in defiance. A twitch of my finger brought it to an end as well, with an explosion that shook the heavens.
If only I had stopped there...
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without thinking, I turned, and as the blast arced from my hand, I looked upon the face of my teacher.
As Whis fell through space, energy leaking out of the mortal wound I had inflicted upon him, he looked at me and smiled. I'll never forget that smile. As he closed his eyes, one last time, he erupted into an cataclysmic burst of force that I only barely survived. Whis's body did not.
I was distraught. But more than that, I was enraged. These....mortals had made me kill my teacher. They had to pay. All of them.
This is what we deserve. What we all deserve.
I stormed through the universe, a Bringer of Death, destroying all in my path. Mortals had forfeited their right to live; they had demonstrated that they were incapable of understanding and abiding by the laws of the universe. They were....unworthy.
As star by star fell to my wrath, the cosmos grew darker and darker. Silence reigned. Nothing could stop me; all worthy challenges had died out millennia ago. And at last, I here I stand, at the end of all things, alone.
What good is a God of Destruction when there is nothing else left?
I suppose I could sleep. At one time, I would have even looked forward to that. But why bother? There is nothing else. Nothing will be different once I awake.
And then, I feel a chill. I find this odd, in and of itself. I exist in nothing; there is no cold. I turn, and am filled with with emotions that I have not felt in countless eons.
Joy. Fear. Dread.
But most of all, shame.
My old teacher stands before me. Or at least, it looks like him. Whis is transparent, and I cannot sense him.
Lord Beerus. It has been a while.
I attempt to stammer out a reply, but there is no way to convey my words here. Sound no longer exists.
Come, join me over here.
Whis gestures. I turn, and see a table with two chairs, a parfait next to each of them. He sits down in one, motioning for me to take a seat in the other. I make my way over to him.
Beerus, we need to talk.
But first, he scarfs down his parfait, as if he hasn't eaten in ages. I suppose he hasn't. Mine remains untouched; I can't remember the last time I felt the desire for food. I wait for him to finish.
It's time, my old friend.
Time? What does he mean? I try to ask him, but, again, my words fail.
When I named you God of Destruction, I gave you one rule. Do you remember what that rule was?
Honestly, I don't. It's been so long ago... I've seen so many things since then. Heard so many things. Tasted so many things.
Done so many things.
My confusion must have been apparent, as Whis gave an exasperated expression.
It's quite simple, Lord Beerus. You used to quote it all the time. Think back, I'm sure you'll remember.
I did? I haven't spoken in so long. Not since the moment that sparked my.....outburst. But suddenly, hazy memories from a time long since gone appear to me.
I see myself splitting a planet in half with the tap of a finger.
I see myself throwing a tantrum after losing a game to some Kaio.
I see myself standing above a tyrant, complaining about a race of barbarians.
I see myself standing against a god, who would do anything in his power to keep me from destroying an insignificant world.
And I remember, the mantra by which I had governed my life; the meaning behind my purpose.
Before creation comes destruction.
Whis stands up, proud of his student. He nods, and turns to fade away, leaving me alone once more.
But it's different now, for I know what I must do.
I pick up my parfait, feeling again. I take a bite, having not tasted anything so delicious in countless ages. It's so good, that I take another. And another. And before I know it, it's gone. And I am ready.
I rise, and ascend into the nothingness I have left in my wake. I look at my hands, these hands that have wreaked so much destruction. And now it's time to destroy all that remains. I feel the power growing inside me, and I unleash it now; all of it.
The pain is unbearable, but I push through it. Every part of my being screams at me to stop. I ignore it. I can feel myself dissolving, transforming into energy, as Whis must have done. But as I do this, I see a light in the distance. A light to shine in the nothingness.
As I fade away, I finally see, with the last of my sight, a new beginning. A light shines; and a universe is born.
I am content.
I read the first one back when you created this thread but I completely missed the second one. Anyway, this style of writing works well in these scenarios not only because it helps put a greater amount of relevance in the relationship between the characters and the subconscious of, well, only Piccolo so far, but it also adds a layer of mystery to the story, since the audience is trying to figure out what scene you're using as base, although it's not that hard to figure out. Like Zephyr said, I think the dub reference works well too, you managed to incorporate it well into your text without making it feel corny or ridiculous.
