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The Saiyan of Two Universes Saga, A Dragon Ball story
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<blockquote data-quote="India Actual" data-source="post: 2750" data-attributes="member: 80"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Chapter 8: (Part 6)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Universe 9, Sacred World of the Kai</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Roh was hunched over his crystal ball while he peered at the scene that unfolded back on planet Basur. His body began to phase in and out of reality, becoming transparent and less coherent. Sorrel rushed over to him trying to reach out to him, but her hand passed right through his body, “Supreme Kai?! What’s happening to you?” Roh tried to hang on but it was all in vain, “My life is at its end. Along with the death of Sidra, I too will die to preserve the balance between life and death.” Sorrel shook her head in disbelief while Kitsune and Kuroba looked on. Roh smirked at Sorrel before he began to completely fade, “Take care of yourself Sorrel.” Then he was gone and the three of them were left alone on a strange world far from home. Sorrel tried to look into his crystal ball in an attempt to see Korian, but it was fruitless as it remained nothing more than a sphere of crystal. She fell to her knees in denial that this was happening, that the last moment she would ever share with her beloved husband had slipped through her fingers. She clasped her hands together and did something she didn’t often do, she openly prayed, “Oh gods, if any of you are listening, please, please bring him back to me, I beg of you.” Kitsune came up behind her placed a hand on her shoulder, “Sorrel, I believe in my son and I know you do too. He’ll come back to us, I’m certain of it.” Sorrel looked toward the sky, “I hope you’re right.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Universe 9, Planet Basur</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Korian had let Mojito slip out of his grasp completely and fall into his dormant state, he turned his attention back to Vardier and Borbon, “Why are you doing any of this? Why did Sidra have to die?!” Borbon closed her eyes and let out a sharp exhale as if she was sighing exasperatedly, “Because he was part of the problem. They are ALL part of the problem. Do you think just because you’ve attained a god-like status that they care one iota what happens to you or your family? Wake up, Korian! When I learned of Zeno’s little plan to cut down on the number of universes, don’t you think I tried to save my people? MY loved ones?” She looked to Vardier with a smile before returning her attention to Korian, “My father, the Grand Priest, do you know what he said to me when I confronted him? He told me it was not my place to judge the will of the King of All. That it was my sole purpose to serve and remain impartial. I couldn’t stomach it any longer, as a matter of fact, I recognized that I had been unhappy with the way things were for a long time. That’s why I had planned with Vardier and others to free ourselves from the will of Zeno. While our Supreme Kai and God of Destruction resigned themselves to their fates, we would not go quietly into the night.” She brought her hand up and clenched her fist together while her expression shifted to one of anger, “I was too late though, Zeno erased six universes all at once and while I raced back in a futile attempt to save my people, I was trapped between dimensions in a never-ending void.” Her eyes shifted over to Korian and she gave him an unsettling grin, “That is until your battle with the demon freed me from my prison. That day I saw you and all your little friends along with my brother Whis. I witnessed firsthand the power of the Super Dragon Balls and I knew then that there was a way to make things right.” Borbon stepped up closer to Korian and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Help me, Korian. Help me start right here to make this universe and all the others a better place. Under my guidance, you’ll be free to live your lives. Pledge your power to me and together, all of us will be rid of Zeno once and for all.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Korian was stunned by her honest admission to him, he felt so conflicted because he remembered that many years ago what it was like to live in fear of the gods. He had lived for so long looking over his shoulder unsure if that day was going to be the day where it all came crashing down. Yet, when he finally met the gods, he wasn’t afraid anymore, he was determined to show them that no matter what any of them thought of him, he belonged in Universe 9. The words that Mojito had said to him before echoed in his mind, ‘Never forget why you fight.’ He suddenly looked up to Borbon’s violet eyes and brushed her hand off his shoulder, “No. I won’t join you. You just want to take things over for yourself. You’re acting like your way is the only way. Did you ever stop to consider that things aren’t so black and white? You’re not benevolent, you’re just another megalomaniac striving to be a dictator. You draw in those who are weak and oppressed hoping to use them for your ends.” Borbon was unmoved by his defiant speech and she shook her head in disappointment, “If that is truly how you feel then I guess you leave me with no choice.” Korian decided it was time to take the initiative and deliver a preemptive strike against the Angel, it would be the only way he would stand a chance against her power. He quickly leapt backwards to create space between them and brought his hands together in front of him. A sparking point of blue colored energy from his palms when his wrists were brought together, “Final Judgement!!” A huge blue energy wave launched forward to quickly overtake Borbon and Vardier where they stood. Korian continued to pour on the energy to ensure they would be nothing but ashes when he was finished. The attack ceased and Korian took several slow, deep, breaths to gather himself together after putting so much energy into one attack. He was stunned when Borbon came flying through the smoke without so much as a scratch. She was smiling like she was enjoying herself and when she closed on him impossibly fast, Korian could only watch as she snapped a kick across his face that sent flying face first into ground. Korian held his face and trembled in pain as he laid upon the cold ground. Vardier began to step in to take over where Borbon had started but she held up her hand, “No, I’ll deal with him myself.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Korian’s head felt like it was split open and his vision was going double from her impossibly strong kick. Borbon came upon him while he was still recovering and quickly scooped him up by the collar of his shirt. She held him aloft in front of her by one hand and wagged a finger in his face, “*Tsk tsk tsk* You really should’ve taken my offer.” She coldly pummeled him in the abdomen with an uppercut that felt like his insides had exploded. He felt something rise in his throat like he was about to be sick but instead of bile it was blood that filled his mouth and spilled from his lips. Borbon released him from her grasp and Korian fell to the ground on his back. “I was going to kill you quickly and painlessly, but you know, now I feel like I need to blow off some steam.” She savagely stomped down on his right leg which created an audible *crack* as the bone gave way. Korian screamed in agony as he tried to clench his shattered femur out of desperation. She quickly followed up by breaking the other leg in the same manner which caused him to scream even louder than before. The Angel reached down and hauled him up by his hair and settled him down very painfully onto his knees which must have been torture on his broken legs. Korian was trying to hold it all in at this point and not give her the satisfaction of giving into the pain. Borbon gripped tightly onto his spikey blue hair and smashed her fist into his face over and over again. She wouldn’t allow him fall to the ground until her blood lust was satiated. She continued to bludgeon him like a sadistic fiend until she was satisfied with the bloody mess that was left of his face. Korian’s breathing became labored as he tried to breathe through all the blood that filled his mouth from smashed teeth and a broken nose. He sloppily attempted to spit to clear his mouth, but it ended up just dribbling down his chin in a pitiful display. Borbon chuckled to herself like she thought it was the funniest thing in the world to see, “Oh Korian, if only you could see yourself now. You look absolutely dreadful.” Korian attempted to bring a fist into her body but all it managed was to do was weakly tap her chest and smear his own blood down her clothing. Borbon fumed at the sight of his filthy blood on her clothes. She clutched him by the face and summoned her staff into her free hand, “You think just because you learned god ki like a dog learning to do tricks that you stand as my equal? What can be given, can also be taken away. Just to let you know, this is going to hurt.” Borbon began to siphon away his ki from his body using her own power as a conduit to forcibly wrench the god ki from him. The head of her staff began to glow brighter as more of his power was removed from his body. Korian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to have a seizure as his transformations worked themselves in reverse from Super Saiyan Blue to Super Saiyan God. Once all the god ki was stripped from his body and his hair metamorphosized to the long spikey golden appearance of Super Saiyan 3, she continued to remove more energy from him. His body fell back to Super Saiyan 2 then to Super Saiyan until finally his hair faded back to dark brown. Borbon removed her hand from his face and Korian’s expression was frozen with his eyes rolled back in his head, appearing as soulless white orbs, his mouth partially agape like it was frozen in a scream that never produced a sound. Borbon looked to the head of her staff which pulsed with energy while it slowly subsided and disappeared altogether. Vardier stepped up beside her with a curious expression on his face “What did you do to him?” She reached out and gently tapped him on the forehead causing his body to cave and collapse to the ground with a *thud*. “I took back something that should never have been given in the first place.” Vardier nodded to her like he understood the method, but he still seemed unsettled by the reasoning behind it all. He moved forward and reached down to his body to pick him up by his hair. He cocked back his fist ready to strike a finishing blow on him. “Leave him. His death is inevitable at this point. No reason to soil your hands with such a filthy creature,” Borbon stated to him with indifference in her voice. Vardier looked down at Korian’s motionless body with a sense of pity and he dropped him back to the ground, “My love, Universe 9 is now ours. What’s our next move?” Borbon drew a finger underneath his chin in a teasing fashion, “We perform some housekeeping. Come along, my dear.” She turned as if she were about to leave but Vardier chimed in, “What about Maida and Shinamo? They’re badly hurt, can’t you revive them?” Borbon turned her head in his direction and her violet eyes studied him for a moment as if she were considering the alternatives. Finally, she gave him a familiar lighthearted smile that he knew his lover for, “Of course, my love. How silly of me.” Borbon directed her staff in the direction of their fallen bodies and initiated the healing process she had used before on Vardier. For a moment, Vardier couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking during that brief moment of silence, but he brushed it off. There was much work to be done and now there was no one in the entire universe to stand in their way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Universe 7, Kami’s Look-out</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Dawn was beginning to break on the look-out, high in the clouds above the Earth. As the warm radiance of the sun began to spill out into the open courtyard, Mr. Popo made an appearance from inside the hallowed walls. The care taking genie had a watering can in his hands as he meant to tend to the garden on this beautiful day. Except it seemed he had some unexpected guests that decided to crash in the garden overnight. Curled up near the flower beds were three teenagers that were still dozing on this early morning. Trunks and Mai were curled up with each other, the young man’s arm thrown around her while they spooned. Goten was by himself and sprawled out on his back with his mouth wide open and a steady stream of snoring being produced with every breath. Mr. Popo watched them curiously for a while before he pressed on with his day. While he went about watering the plants, he decided to have a little fun with Goten and sprinkled some water on his face. Goten’s open mouth provided the perfect receptacle for the water. He began to gargle and choked himself awake, sitting up in the midst of a coughing fit, Goten looked around bewildered by what just happened. He only saw Mr. Popo watering plants and humming to himself with a smile on his face. Goten nudged Trunks and went soundly ignored. His best friend and Mai were sound asleep and appeared far too comfortable with one another. Goten tried harder and began to shake him which elicited a mumbled response from Trunks, “I’ll get up, Mom. Just five more minutes.” Goten got fed up and kicked Trunks square in his ass before walking away like an innocent man. Trunks was startled awake and rubbed the spot Goten put the boot to him, “What the hell?!” Mai yawned and began to stretch before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, “Good morning, babe. How long were we asleep?” Trunks seemed unsure and looked at the time on his phone, “A couple of hours at least. Where’s Goten going?” He noticed that Goten was walking in the direction of the palm trees situated near the edge of the look-out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">As Goten approached the open area between the two rows of palm trees, he noticed Shihori was sitting next to Piccolo. Both of them remained motionless and Goten circumnavigated their position until he came around to a spot which faced them. Both of them were deep in a state of meditation with their cross-legged positions resembling the lotus pose. Goten sat down a few yards away from them with his legs crossed and he intently waited for one of them to rouse from their meditation. They had found Shihori meditating like this since last evening and it seems over the course of the night Piccolo had quietly provided her some company. Goten began to wonder what was on Shihori’s mind that she would put herself through such strenuous mental exercises so soon after recovering from a near death experience. Her clothing and exposed skin still bore the reminders of what she had gone through last night, the clothing was cut in several places and her skin was still stained with blood that indicated where she had been injured. Yet now she seemed so peaceful and composed, it was a drastic change from just a few hours earlier.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Dende had made his presence known from inside the look-out and stopped by to engage in conversation with Trunks and Mai, “You don’t say? That certainly is troubling news but strangely I don’t sense anyone like that on Earth. How curious.” Dende seemed just as perplexed as they were to the true motives and identity of this mysterious swordsman that attacked Shihori. Mai turned her attention toward Shihori who was still deep in her meditative posture, she noticed Goten had posted himself nearby and she made a face, “Trunks, you need to talk to him. He’s doing a horrible job at giving her space. I know we went through a lot last night and if it wasn’t for you two showing up when you did….” She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, “She’s still upset at what he did. I would be too if I were in her shoes and if you saw the state she was in when I found her yesterday….” Mai shook her head which gave Trunks pause and directed his attention toward his best friend, “Yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” Trunks began to make his way across the look-out toward Goten when he noticed a familiar yellow aircraft making its way toward their location, “Crap, it’s my mom.” The Capsule 576 VTOL came in for a landing in the large open area in the middle of the look-out. Once the rear hatch opened a blue haired woman ran off the aircraft in quite the panic, “Trunks! Trunks, are you okay?!” Trunks had a surprised and embarrassed expression on his face, Bulma quickly swooped in and snatched him up in her arms. She began to kiss him all over his face, “Trunks, I’m so glad that you’re alright. When I got a message from Mai last night saying it was urgent, I feared the worst.” Trunks cringed and tried to pull away from his overly protective mother, “I’m fine, Mom. Everyone is okay and as a matter of fact it was Shihori who texted you last night from Mai’s phone.” Bulma looked confused like she wasn’t following what the big deal was since everyone seemed to be doing fine, “Well, then what’s the big emergency? Couldn’t Shihori have just come to the house to get her things herself? I’m not a delivery service, you know!” Bulma started to sound agitated like she felt her kindness was being exploited. Mai walked up beside Trunks wearing her zipped-up leather jacket when Bulma noticed her, “Mai, care to explain what is going on?” Mai took a deep breath and let out a sigh before she started to explain, she held up her hands which still bore red stains from her and Shihori’s blood, “Don’t be mad but….” Bulma’s eyes went wide and her face showed the stunned reaction, “Oh my god! Is that blood?!” Mai appeared uncomfortable as she began to explain the events of last evening, probably due to the fact that it was her idea to go out in the first place, “Shihori and I went out to a party at a fraternity near the university last night. Then all of a sudden there was this strange alien guy that showed up and started trashing the place. He said his name was Kanzō and that he was looking for Shihori. He also said something about the gods trying to trick her or use her. I don’t quite remember the details because we started to fight shortly afterward. I used my pistol to try and take him out, but he moved so fast he was deflecting all my bullets out of the air with his sword. He got right up on me before I could move, he cut me on the side with his huge sword.” Mai became more animated the more she explained, using hand gestures and pointing thing out when relevant, “Shihori jumped in to protect me and that’s when things went south really fast, he ended up being crazy strong and Shihori was having a hard time fighting him even as a Super Saiyan. He ended up stabbing her in the chest with this huge knife!” Mai was showing approximations of the size of the weapons with her hands as she spoke. “But I called Trunks and Goten who quickly showed up to lend a hand. They took us to Korin who gave us some senzu. Shihori pulled through but then she said she needed to fix herself and she flew up here to the look-out. So, we followed her, and she’s been meditating over there with Piccolo ever since.” Mai gestured to where Shihori was seated as she finished her riveting story. Bulma gave her a look like she was overwhelmed by all the information she unloaded on her, “Holy shit, sounds like you guys had quite the night out. So where is this guy who attacked you?” Mai shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, “I don’t know. After he thought he finished off Shihori he just flew away. Dende says he can’t sense him anywhere on Earth, so I assume he’s just gone.” Bulma stood with her fists on her hips and she closed her eyes in thought for a moment, “Hmm. What a time for Goku and Vegeta to take off without telling anyone where they’re going. Saiyans, I swear. I suppose we should contact Korian and Sorrel to let them know about Shihori. They should know at least she’s safe.” All of a sudden, there was an *ahem* given in Shihori’s high pitched tone of voice that sounded off behind Bulma. All three of them turned their attention around to the source of the interjection, Shihori was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, “Hi guys, you know I can hear you talking about me from over there, right?” Trunks scratched his head and gave her a look like he didn’t understand how that was even possible. She rolled her eyes and pointed to her rabbit ears on top of her head, “These aren’t just for decoration Trunks!” Goten came around acting timid in Shihori’s presence, they both exchanged glances with one another but didn’t say a word to each other. He joined Bulma, Trunks, and Mai standing opposite of Shihori.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Suddenly, they noticed Piccolo walking up from behind Shihori, he stopped with his arms crossed over his chest, “So, we have a situation on our hands. Shihori already filled me on the details.” Shihori looked to Piccolo with a smile, “Thanks, Mr. Piccolo for helping me get my head straight. You’re the best.” Piccolo got slightly embarrassed by the praise that Shihori was heaping onto him, “Hmmm. Don’t mention it kid.” Shihori turned her attention back to the group, “I agree with you Bulma. We should contact my Dad because if my attacker really is part of a larger group, we’re going to need his help to handle this threat.” Bulma looked over Shihori’s physical appearance and gave her a concerned look, “Honey, your clothes look like they’ve seen better days. If he did this the last time you fought him why did you want your combat gear? Don’t tell me you have a death wish.” Shihori raised her hand in a gesture to say to ‘hold on’ before she began to explain, “No, I don’t, and I know I’m not strong enough to fight him yet. That’s why I came here to ask Dende if I can use the Room of Spirit and Time.” While everyone knew of the room and what purpose it served, both Goten and Trunks elicited a reaction of surprise because they knew firsthand what going in there was like. Trunks chimed in, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t tell me you plan on going in there by yourself for a whole year? I mean, Shihori, we know you’re tough, but c’mon that’s crazy talk.” Shihori responded to him with a scoff, “I know what I’m doing Trunks! I was in there with my Dad for three years remember?!” Goten finally made his presence known by adding to the conversation, “Shihori, you don’t have to do this alone. You can count on us. I’ll come with you….” She quickly snapped to stop him before he finished, “NO! I need to do this alone.” Shihori didn’t come off as angry or condescending but more anxious to not have him interfere. “None of you understand what I’ve been going through,” she stated very poignantly about the situation. Goten appeared somber when she quickly shot down his offer to join her. He did have other plans to try and use the time to reconnect with her, but they quickly went up in smoke. Shihori continued on, “It’s my fault that I couldn’t stand up to Kanzō. It’s because I became distracted and stopped training. I have to make it right; I have to prove to myself that I can be that person again.” Everyone just looked at her while she stated her manifesto. Mai smiled at her dear friend, “You can do it Shihori. If anything, you’re one of the most stubborn people I know, and I love you for it.” Bulma joined in, “We’ll make sure to let your parents know what’s going on. We wouldn’t want them blindsided if there’s more of them running around. When you’re ready to go I brought what you asked.” Shihori showed a lot of pride in her friends by giving them a beaming smile, “Thanks guys. I’m counting on you.” Goten appeared less enthusiastic about the whole plan. He quietly beat himself up over the notion that Shihori became too distracted with their relationship that she had stopped training and lost her edge. He started to get the feeling that in a way she blamed him for getting hurt.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Shihori had gone with Bulma to the Capsule 576 VTOL to retrieve her clothing, armor, and most importantly her sword. She carried the wardrobe neatly folded against her chest and the sword was clutched against her body in her right hand. Bulma explained to her about some simple modifications she made to spare equipment she handed to her in case containing capsules, “I gave it some more flex since you decided to start training with a sword and the gloves are modified to allow you to have better handling of your weapon. Shihori listened intently as they walked and accepted the case from her with a polite smile, “Thanks, you really went out of your way for me.” The rabbit eared young lady calmly approached Dende who was conferring with Piccolo, “Dende, may I use the Room of Spirit and Time? I have a lot of training I need to cover in a short amount of time. I need to be there for my family if he comes back to attack.” Dende nodded in agreeance but he gave her a curious look, “Okay, but are you sure you want to go in there alone? Everyone who goes by themselves doesn’t last long with the exception of Vegeta, but I like to attribute that him already being a little unhinged.” Piccolo enjoyed the comment about Vegeta as a smirk drew across his lips, “All joking aside, Dende is right, years ago I attempted to train in the room alone and I can honestly tell you that it is not to be taken lightly.” Shihori seemed determined to accomplish her goal no matter who attempted to dissuade her from her chosen path to reach it. Dende turned to Mr. Popo who was already standing by the entrance to the Room of Spirit and Time, the young Namekian nodded to him which was the signal to open the room for her. Shihori stepped up to the shining white portal between Earth and the pocket dimension the room occupied. Before she was able to enter Goten called out to her from behind, “Shihori….” She turned her head to the side and her bright red eyes drew to the corners of her eyes in his direction. “Be careful in there and good luck.” She didn’t react to his words immediately but paused for a few seconds as if she were processing what he just said. She gave him a confident nod before she turned around and stepped into the Room of Spirit and Time. Mr. Popo shut the door behind her once she cleared the threshold and disappeared into the shining white light.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Inside the room, Shihori leaned up against the inside of the door and clenched a hand to her chest over her heart. It was beating a little fast and she closed her eyes to try and calm herself down with some slow, soothing breaths. She sighed in exhale and opened her eyes back up to check out the interior of the room which she had all to herself. Somehow, she wasn’t quite prepared for the gravity of her situation, that she would be spending the better part of a year all by herself. She suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed and decided it would be best to keep herself busy so as not to fall into the trap of thinking about it too much. Shihori laid out her combat gear and sword on the bed in the living area. She went about drawing herself a bath so she could clean up and feel refreshed before her arduous training regime would begin in earnest. Once she stripped off her damaged and soiled clothing, she sunk down into the warm water of the tub and took a minute to relax her body and her mind in those waters. She closed her eyes for a moment after feeling quite relaxed and drifted off to sleep. She began to replay last night’s events in her mind while soaked in the steamy waters. It was all broken up and came on as waves of emotions, first she felt anxious and sad like how she had been when Mai found her. Then she suddenly she felt fear and startled herself awake when she remembered Kanzō brutally stabbing her in the chest. She sat up in the tub and looked around to check her surroundings, after noticing that she was safe and sound, she sighed in relief.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">After a while she finished cleaning herself up and washing her hair, she wrapped herself in a towel as she climbed out of the tub. She headed for the kitchen area to prepare herself a hearty meal, she thought to herself ‘A true warrior can’t train or fight on an empty stomach.’ She dug into some steamed rice and servings of chashu pork she found in the fridge. If the bath soothed her body then it was a good meal that truly soothed her soul, soon after she felt like her old self for the first time in a while. Once she was finished with her meal, she put on the clothing that Bulma brought her and got fully dressed in her black gi pants, black athletic style compression shirt, white boots with gold trim, and white gloves. She pulled her white and gold trim body armor over her head and finished off the ensemble by fastening her golden hilted sword in its maroon scabbard to her gold obi style belt. Shihori stepped up to the edge between the living quarters and the endless abyss of the room itself. She took a deep breath and stepped down off the platform into a strange sensation one you had to get used to when dealing with sudden gravitational shifts. She started her training by focusing her ki steadily and carefully, bringing forth a relaxed and controlled transformation to Super Saiyan. She was relieved that she could accomplish this much due to her previous lackadaisical attitude toward her training regimen. Her right hand fell to the hilt of the katana and she quickly drew the blade in a smooth practice stroke. All the while she focused on her breathing, with a sense of new determination about her movements. Shihori disappeared deeper into the endless void of the room to take full advantage of what it had to offer and to truly test herself to see if she had what it takes to succeed.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="India Actual, post: 2750, member: 80"] [FONT=verdana][B][SIZE=5]Chapter 8: (Part 6)[/SIZE][/B] Universe 9, Sacred World of the Kai Roh was hunched over his crystal ball while he peered at the scene that unfolded back on planet Basur. His body began to phase in and out of reality, becoming transparent and less coherent. Sorrel rushed over to him trying to reach out to him, but her hand passed right through his body, “Supreme Kai?! What’s happening to you?” Roh tried to hang on but it was all in vain, “My life is at its end. Along with the death of Sidra, I too will die to preserve the balance between life and death.” Sorrel shook her head in disbelief while Kitsune and Kuroba looked on. Roh smirked at Sorrel before he began to completely fade, “Take care of yourself Sorrel.” Then he was gone and the three of them were left alone on a strange world far from home. Sorrel tried to look into his crystal ball in an attempt to see Korian, but it was fruitless as it remained nothing more than a sphere of crystal. She fell to her knees in denial that this was happening, that the last moment she would ever share with her beloved husband had slipped through her fingers. She clasped her hands together and did something she didn’t often do, she openly prayed, “Oh gods, if any of you are listening, please, please bring him back to me, I beg of you.” Kitsune came up behind her placed a hand on her shoulder, “Sorrel, I believe in my son and I know you do too. He’ll come back to us, I’m certain of it.” Sorrel looked toward the sky, “I hope you’re right.” Universe 9, Planet Basur Korian had let Mojito slip out of his grasp completely and fall into his dormant state, he turned his attention back to Vardier and Borbon, “Why are you doing any of this? Why did Sidra have to die?!” Borbon closed her eyes and let out a sharp exhale as if she was sighing exasperatedly, “Because he was part of the problem. They are ALL part of the problem. Do you think just because you’ve attained a god-like status that they care one iota what happens to you or your family? Wake up, Korian! When I learned of Zeno’s little plan to cut down on the number of universes, don’t you think I tried to save my people? MY loved ones?” She looked to Vardier with a smile before returning her attention to Korian, “My father, the Grand Priest, do you know what he said to me when I confronted him? He told me it was not my place to judge the will of the King of All. That it was my sole purpose to serve and remain impartial. I couldn’t stomach it any longer, as a matter of fact, I recognized that I had been unhappy with the way things were for a long time. That’s why I had planned with Vardier and others to free ourselves from the will of Zeno. While our Supreme Kai and God of Destruction resigned themselves to their fates, we would not go quietly into the night.” She brought her hand up and clenched her fist together while her expression shifted to one of anger, “I was too late though, Zeno erased six universes all at once and while I raced back in a futile attempt to save my people, I was trapped between dimensions in a never-ending void.” Her eyes shifted over to Korian and she gave him an unsettling grin, “That is until your battle with the demon freed me from my prison. That day I saw you and all your little friends along with my brother Whis. I witnessed firsthand the power of the Super Dragon Balls and I knew then that there was a way to make things right.” Borbon stepped up closer to Korian and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Help me, Korian. Help me start right here to make this universe and all the others a better place. Under my guidance, you’ll be free to live your lives. Pledge your power to me and together, all of us will be rid of Zeno once and for all.” Korian was stunned by her honest admission to him, he felt so conflicted because he remembered that many years ago what it was like to live in fear of the gods. He had lived for so long looking over his shoulder unsure if that day was going to be the day where it all came crashing down. Yet, when he finally met the gods, he wasn’t afraid anymore, he was determined to show them that no matter what any of them thought of him, he belonged in Universe 9. The words that Mojito had said to him before echoed in his mind, ‘Never forget why you fight.’ He suddenly looked up to Borbon’s violet eyes and brushed her hand off his shoulder, “No. I won’t join you. You just want to take things over for yourself. You’re acting like your way is the only way. Did you ever stop to consider that things aren’t so black and white? You’re not benevolent, you’re just another megalomaniac striving to be a dictator. You draw in those who are weak and oppressed hoping to use them for your ends.” Borbon was unmoved by his defiant speech and she shook her head in disappointment, “If that is truly how you feel then I guess you leave me with no choice.” Korian decided it was time to take the initiative and deliver a preemptive strike against the Angel, it would be the only way he would stand a chance against her power. He quickly leapt backwards to create space between them and brought his hands together in front of him. A sparking point of blue colored energy from his palms when his wrists were brought together, “Final Judgement!!” A huge blue energy wave launched forward to quickly overtake Borbon and Vardier where they stood. Korian continued to pour on the energy to ensure they would be nothing but ashes when he was finished. The attack ceased and Korian took several slow, deep, breaths to gather himself together after putting so much energy into one attack. He was stunned when Borbon came flying through the smoke without so much as a scratch. She was smiling like she was enjoying herself and when she closed on him impossibly fast, Korian could only watch as she snapped a kick across his face that sent flying face first into ground. Korian held his face and trembled in pain as he laid upon the cold ground. Vardier began to step in to take over where Borbon had started but she held up her hand, “No, I’ll deal with him myself.” Korian’s head felt like it was split open and his vision was going double from her impossibly strong kick. Borbon came upon him while he was still recovering and quickly scooped him up by the collar of his shirt. She held him aloft in front of her by one hand and wagged a finger in his face, “*Tsk tsk tsk* You really should’ve taken my offer.” She coldly pummeled him in the abdomen with an uppercut that felt like his insides had exploded. He felt something rise in his throat like he was about to be sick but instead of bile it was blood that filled his mouth and spilled from his lips. Borbon released him from her grasp and Korian fell to the ground on his back. “I was going to kill you quickly and painlessly, but you know, now I feel like I need to blow off some steam.” She savagely stomped down on his right leg which created an audible *crack* as the bone gave way. Korian screamed in agony as he tried to clench his shattered femur out of desperation. She quickly followed up by breaking the other leg in the same manner which caused him to scream even louder than before. The Angel reached down and hauled him up by his hair and settled him down very painfully onto his knees which must have been torture on his broken legs. Korian was trying to hold it all in at this point and not give her the satisfaction of giving into the pain. Borbon gripped tightly onto his spikey blue hair and smashed her fist into his face over and over again. She wouldn’t allow him fall to the ground until her blood lust was satiated. She continued to bludgeon him like a sadistic fiend until she was satisfied with the bloody mess that was left of his face. Korian’s breathing became labored as he tried to breathe through all the blood that filled his mouth from smashed teeth and a broken nose. He sloppily attempted to spit to clear his mouth, but it ended up just dribbling down his chin in a pitiful display. Borbon chuckled to herself like she thought it was the funniest thing in the world to see, “Oh Korian, if only you could see yourself now. You look absolutely dreadful.” Korian attempted to bring a fist into her body but all it managed was to do was weakly tap her chest and smear his own blood down her clothing. Borbon fumed at the sight of his filthy blood on her clothes. She clutched him by the face and summoned her staff into her free hand, “You think just because you learned god ki like a dog learning to do tricks that you stand as my equal? What can be given, can also be taken away. Just to let you know, this is going to hurt.” Borbon began to siphon away his ki from his body using her own power as a conduit to forcibly wrench the god ki from him. The head of her staff began to glow brighter as more of his power was removed from his body. Korian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to have a seizure as his transformations worked themselves in reverse from Super Saiyan Blue to Super Saiyan God. Once all the god ki was stripped from his body and his hair metamorphosized to the long spikey golden appearance of Super Saiyan 3, she continued to remove more energy from him. His body fell back to Super Saiyan 2 then to Super Saiyan until finally his hair faded back to dark brown. Borbon removed her hand from his face and Korian’s expression was frozen with his eyes rolled back in his head, appearing as soulless white orbs, his mouth partially agape like it was frozen in a scream that never produced a sound. Borbon looked to the head of her staff which pulsed with energy while it slowly subsided and disappeared altogether. Vardier stepped up beside her with a curious expression on his face “What did you do to him?” She reached out and gently tapped him on the forehead causing his body to cave and collapse to the ground with a *thud*. “I took back something that should never have been given in the first place.” Vardier nodded to her like he understood the method, but he still seemed unsettled by the reasoning behind it all. He moved forward and reached down to his body to pick him up by his hair. He cocked back his fist ready to strike a finishing blow on him. “Leave him. His death is inevitable at this point. No reason to soil your hands with such a filthy creature,” Borbon stated to him with indifference in her voice. Vardier looked down at Korian’s motionless body with a sense of pity and he dropped him back to the ground, “My love, Universe 9 is now ours. What’s our next move?” Borbon drew a finger underneath his chin in a teasing fashion, “We perform some housekeeping. Come along, my dear.” She turned as if she were about to leave but Vardier chimed in, “What about Maida and Shinamo? They’re badly hurt, can’t you revive them?” Borbon turned her head in his direction and her violet eyes studied him for a moment as if she were considering the alternatives. Finally, she gave him a familiar lighthearted smile that he knew his lover for, “Of course, my love. How silly of me.” Borbon directed her staff in the direction of their fallen bodies and initiated the healing process she had used before on Vardier. For a moment, Vardier couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking during that brief moment of silence, but he brushed it off. There was much work to be done and now there was no one in the entire universe to stand in their way. Universe 7, Kami’s Look-out Dawn was beginning to break on the look-out, high in the clouds above the Earth. As the warm radiance of the sun began to spill out into the open courtyard, Mr. Popo made an appearance from inside the hallowed walls. The care taking genie had a watering can in his hands as he meant to tend to the garden on this beautiful day. Except it seemed he had some unexpected guests that decided to crash in the garden overnight. Curled up near the flower beds were three teenagers that were still dozing on this early morning. Trunks and Mai were curled up with each other, the young man’s arm thrown around her while they spooned. Goten was by himself and sprawled out on his back with his mouth wide open and a steady stream of snoring being produced with every breath. Mr. Popo watched them curiously for a while before he pressed on with his day. While he went about watering the plants, he decided to have a little fun with Goten and sprinkled some water on his face. Goten’s open mouth provided the perfect receptacle for the water. He began to gargle and choked himself awake, sitting up in the midst of a coughing fit, Goten looked around bewildered by what just happened. He only saw Mr. Popo watering plants and humming to himself with a smile on his face. Goten nudged Trunks and went soundly ignored. His best friend and Mai were sound asleep and appeared far too comfortable with one another. Goten tried harder and began to shake him which elicited a mumbled response from Trunks, “I’ll get up, Mom. Just five more minutes.” Goten got fed up and kicked Trunks square in his ass before walking away like an innocent man. Trunks was startled awake and rubbed the spot Goten put the boot to him, “What the hell?!” Mai yawned and began to stretch before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, “Good morning, babe. How long were we asleep?” Trunks seemed unsure and looked at the time on his phone, “A couple of hours at least. Where’s Goten going?” He noticed that Goten was walking in the direction of the palm trees situated near the edge of the look-out. As Goten approached the open area between the two rows of palm trees, he noticed Shihori was sitting next to Piccolo. Both of them remained motionless and Goten circumnavigated their position until he came around to a spot which faced them. Both of them were deep in a state of meditation with their cross-legged positions resembling the lotus pose. Goten sat down a few yards away from them with his legs crossed and he intently waited for one of them to rouse from their meditation. They had found Shihori meditating like this since last evening and it seems over the course of the night Piccolo had quietly provided her some company. Goten began to wonder what was on Shihori’s mind that she would put herself through such strenuous mental exercises so soon after recovering from a near death experience. Her clothing and exposed skin still bore the reminders of what she had gone through last night, the clothing was cut in several places and her skin was still stained with blood that indicated where she had been injured. Yet now she seemed so peaceful and composed, it was a drastic change from just a few hours earlier. Dende had made his presence known from inside the look-out and stopped by to engage in conversation with Trunks and Mai, “You don’t say? That certainly is troubling news but strangely I don’t sense anyone like that on Earth. How curious.” Dende seemed just as perplexed as they were to the true motives and identity of this mysterious swordsman that attacked Shihori. Mai turned her attention toward Shihori who was still deep in her meditative posture, she noticed Goten had posted himself nearby and she made a face, “Trunks, you need to talk to him. He’s doing a horrible job at giving her space. I know we went through a lot last night and if it wasn’t for you two showing up when you did….” She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, “She’s still upset at what he did. I would be too if I were in her shoes and if you saw the state she was in when I found her yesterday….” Mai shook her head which gave Trunks pause and directed his attention toward his best friend, “Yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” Trunks began to make his way across the look-out toward Goten when he noticed a familiar yellow aircraft making its way toward their location, “Crap, it’s my mom.” The Capsule 576 VTOL came in for a landing in the large open area in the middle of the look-out. Once the rear hatch opened a blue haired woman ran off the aircraft in quite the panic, “Trunks! Trunks, are you okay?!” Trunks had a surprised and embarrassed expression on his face, Bulma quickly swooped in and snatched him up in her arms. She began to kiss him all over his face, “Trunks, I’m so glad that you’re alright. When I got a message from Mai last night saying it was urgent, I feared the worst.” Trunks cringed and tried to pull away from his overly protective mother, “I’m fine, Mom. Everyone is okay and as a matter of fact it was Shihori who texted you last night from Mai’s phone.” Bulma looked confused like she wasn’t following what the big deal was since everyone seemed to be doing fine, “Well, then what’s the big emergency? Couldn’t Shihori have just come to the house to get her things herself? I’m not a delivery service, you know!” Bulma started to sound agitated like she felt her kindness was being exploited. Mai walked up beside Trunks wearing her zipped-up leather jacket when Bulma noticed her, “Mai, care to explain what is going on?” Mai took a deep breath and let out a sigh before she started to explain, she held up her hands which still bore red stains from her and Shihori’s blood, “Don’t be mad but….” Bulma’s eyes went wide and her face showed the stunned reaction, “Oh my god! Is that blood?!” Mai appeared uncomfortable as she began to explain the events of last evening, probably due to the fact that it was her idea to go out in the first place, “Shihori and I went out to a party at a fraternity near the university last night. Then all of a sudden there was this strange alien guy that showed up and started trashing the place. He said his name was Kanzō and that he was looking for Shihori. He also said something about the gods trying to trick her or use her. I don’t quite remember the details because we started to fight shortly afterward. I used my pistol to try and take him out, but he moved so fast he was deflecting all my bullets out of the air with his sword. He got right up on me before I could move, he cut me on the side with his huge sword.” Mai became more animated the more she explained, using hand gestures and pointing thing out when relevant, “Shihori jumped in to protect me and that’s when things went south really fast, he ended up being crazy strong and Shihori was having a hard time fighting him even as a Super Saiyan. He ended up stabbing her in the chest with this huge knife!” Mai was showing approximations of the size of the weapons with her hands as she spoke. “But I called Trunks and Goten who quickly showed up to lend a hand. They took us to Korin who gave us some senzu. Shihori pulled through but then she said she needed to fix herself and she flew up here to the look-out. So, we followed her, and she’s been meditating over there with Piccolo ever since.” Mai gestured to where Shihori was seated as she finished her riveting story. Bulma gave her a look like she was overwhelmed by all the information she unloaded on her, “Holy shit, sounds like you guys had quite the night out. So where is this guy who attacked you?” Mai shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, “I don’t know. After he thought he finished off Shihori he just flew away. Dende says he can’t sense him anywhere on Earth, so I assume he’s just gone.” Bulma stood with her fists on her hips and she closed her eyes in thought for a moment, “Hmm. What a time for Goku and Vegeta to take off without telling anyone where they’re going. Saiyans, I swear. I suppose we should contact Korian and Sorrel to let them know about Shihori. They should know at least she’s safe.” All of a sudden, there was an *ahem* given in Shihori’s high pitched tone of voice that sounded off behind Bulma. All three of them turned their attention around to the source of the interjection, Shihori was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, “Hi guys, you know I can hear you talking about me from over there, right?” Trunks scratched his head and gave her a look like he didn’t understand how that was even possible. She rolled her eyes and pointed to her rabbit ears on top of her head, “These aren’t just for decoration Trunks!” Goten came around acting timid in Shihori’s presence, they both exchanged glances with one another but didn’t say a word to each other. He joined Bulma, Trunks, and Mai standing opposite of Shihori. Suddenly, they noticed Piccolo walking up from behind Shihori, he stopped with his arms crossed over his chest, “So, we have a situation on our hands. Shihori already filled me on the details.” Shihori looked to Piccolo with a smile, “Thanks, Mr. Piccolo for helping me get my head straight. You’re the best.” Piccolo got slightly embarrassed by the praise that Shihori was heaping onto him, “Hmmm. Don’t mention it kid.” Shihori turned her attention back to the group, “I agree with you Bulma. We should contact my Dad because if my attacker really is part of a larger group, we’re going to need his help to handle this threat.” Bulma looked over Shihori’s physical appearance and gave her a concerned look, “Honey, your clothes look like they’ve seen better days. If he did this the last time you fought him why did you want your combat gear? Don’t tell me you have a death wish.” Shihori raised her hand in a gesture to say to ‘hold on’ before she began to explain, “No, I don’t, and I know I’m not strong enough to fight him yet. That’s why I came here to ask Dende if I can use the Room of Spirit and Time.” While everyone knew of the room and what purpose it served, both Goten and Trunks elicited a reaction of surprise because they knew firsthand what going in there was like. Trunks chimed in, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t tell me you plan on going in there by yourself for a whole year? I mean, Shihori, we know you’re tough, but c’mon that’s crazy talk.” Shihori responded to him with a scoff, “I know what I’m doing Trunks! I was in there with my Dad for three years remember?!” Goten finally made his presence known by adding to the conversation, “Shihori, you don’t have to do this alone. You can count on us. I’ll come with you….” She quickly snapped to stop him before he finished, “NO! I need to do this alone.” Shihori didn’t come off as angry or condescending but more anxious to not have him interfere. “None of you understand what I’ve been going through,” she stated very poignantly about the situation. Goten appeared somber when she quickly shot down his offer to join her. He did have other plans to try and use the time to reconnect with her, but they quickly went up in smoke. Shihori continued on, “It’s my fault that I couldn’t stand up to Kanzō. It’s because I became distracted and stopped training. I have to make it right; I have to prove to myself that I can be that person again.” Everyone just looked at her while she stated her manifesto. Mai smiled at her dear friend, “You can do it Shihori. If anything, you’re one of the most stubborn people I know, and I love you for it.” Bulma joined in, “We’ll make sure to let your parents know what’s going on. We wouldn’t want them blindsided if there’s more of them running around. When you’re ready to go I brought what you asked.” Shihori showed a lot of pride in her friends by giving them a beaming smile, “Thanks guys. I’m counting on you.” Goten appeared less enthusiastic about the whole plan. He quietly beat himself up over the notion that Shihori became too distracted with their relationship that she had stopped training and lost her edge. He started to get the feeling that in a way she blamed him for getting hurt. Shihori had gone with Bulma to the Capsule 576 VTOL to retrieve her clothing, armor, and most importantly her sword. She carried the wardrobe neatly folded against her chest and the sword was clutched against her body in her right hand. Bulma explained to her about some simple modifications she made to spare equipment she handed to her in case containing capsules, “I gave it some more flex since you decided to start training with a sword and the gloves are modified to allow you to have better handling of your weapon. Shihori listened intently as they walked and accepted the case from her with a polite smile, “Thanks, you really went out of your way for me.” The rabbit eared young lady calmly approached Dende who was conferring with Piccolo, “Dende, may I use the Room of Spirit and Time? I have a lot of training I need to cover in a short amount of time. I need to be there for my family if he comes back to attack.” Dende nodded in agreeance but he gave her a curious look, “Okay, but are you sure you want to go in there alone? Everyone who goes by themselves doesn’t last long with the exception of Vegeta, but I like to attribute that him already being a little unhinged.” Piccolo enjoyed the comment about Vegeta as a smirk drew across his lips, “All joking aside, Dende is right, years ago I attempted to train in the room alone and I can honestly tell you that it is not to be taken lightly.” Shihori seemed determined to accomplish her goal no matter who attempted to dissuade her from her chosen path to reach it. Dende turned to Mr. Popo who was already standing by the entrance to the Room of Spirit and Time, the young Namekian nodded to him which was the signal to open the room for her. Shihori stepped up to the shining white portal between Earth and the pocket dimension the room occupied. Before she was able to enter Goten called out to her from behind, “Shihori….” She turned her head to the side and her bright red eyes drew to the corners of her eyes in his direction. “Be careful in there and good luck.” She didn’t react to his words immediately but paused for a few seconds as if she were processing what he just said. She gave him a confident nod before she turned around and stepped into the Room of Spirit and Time. Mr. Popo shut the door behind her once she cleared the threshold and disappeared into the shining white light. Inside the room, Shihori leaned up against the inside of the door and clenched a hand to her chest over her heart. It was beating a little fast and she closed her eyes to try and calm herself down with some slow, soothing breaths. She sighed in exhale and opened her eyes back up to check out the interior of the room which she had all to herself. Somehow, she wasn’t quite prepared for the gravity of her situation, that she would be spending the better part of a year all by herself. She suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed and decided it would be best to keep herself busy so as not to fall into the trap of thinking about it too much. Shihori laid out her combat gear and sword on the bed in the living area. She went about drawing herself a bath so she could clean up and feel refreshed before her arduous training regime would begin in earnest. Once she stripped off her damaged and soiled clothing, she sunk down into the warm water of the tub and took a minute to relax her body and her mind in those waters. She closed her eyes for a moment after feeling quite relaxed and drifted off to sleep. She began to replay last night’s events in her mind while soaked in the steamy waters. It was all broken up and came on as waves of emotions, first she felt anxious and sad like how she had been when Mai found her. Then she suddenly she felt fear and startled herself awake when she remembered Kanzō brutally stabbing her in the chest. She sat up in the tub and looked around to check her surroundings, after noticing that she was safe and sound, she sighed in relief. After a while she finished cleaning herself up and washing her hair, she wrapped herself in a towel as she climbed out of the tub. She headed for the kitchen area to prepare herself a hearty meal, she thought to herself ‘A true warrior can’t train or fight on an empty stomach.’ She dug into some steamed rice and servings of chashu pork she found in the fridge. If the bath soothed her body then it was a good meal that truly soothed her soul, soon after she felt like her old self for the first time in a while. Once she was finished with her meal, she put on the clothing that Bulma brought her and got fully dressed in her black gi pants, black athletic style compression shirt, white boots with gold trim, and white gloves. She pulled her white and gold trim body armor over her head and finished off the ensemble by fastening her golden hilted sword in its maroon scabbard to her gold obi style belt. Shihori stepped up to the edge between the living quarters and the endless abyss of the room itself. She took a deep breath and stepped down off the platform into a strange sensation one you had to get used to when dealing with sudden gravitational shifts. She started her training by focusing her ki steadily and carefully, bringing forth a relaxed and controlled transformation to Super Saiyan. She was relieved that she could accomplish this much due to her previous lackadaisical attitude toward her training regimen. Her right hand fell to the hilt of the katana and she quickly drew the blade in a smooth practice stroke. All the while she focused on her breathing, with a sense of new determination about her movements. Shihori disappeared deeper into the endless void of the room to take full advantage of what it had to offer and to truly test herself to see if she had what it takes to succeed.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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