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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: 2751" data-attributes="member: 80"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Chapter 8: (Part 7)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Universe 9, Sidra’s former planet</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 temple of Sidra, Universe 9’s former God of Destruction, there were sounds echoing through the halls. Drawing closer to the source of the noise, it appeared to come from within the god’s bed chambers, where Vardier had just collapsed to the sheets along with his lover Borbon. Vardier had a very satisfied smile across his face as he turned his head to the lovely and voluptuous Angel in which he shared the bed. “Have enough energy for one more?” he said with a smirk. Borbon smiled and leaned over to kiss him deeply on the lips but after a quick moment of heated passion that nearly reignited the fire in the bedroom, she pulled away from him and moved to the edge of the bed, “Later, my love. There are duties I must attend to now that we are in control.” She slipped her nude body from between the sheets and walked across the bed chamber, she extended her hand to summon her staff from thin air and it settled into her grasp. She waved it across her body and in an instant her clothing appeared over her body in a discharge of energy that trailed along as she moved the staff over her body. Vardier got himself dressed in his pants and followed along behind her. “What do we have to worry about my dear? We seized an entire universe for ourselves! I’ve never felt so exhilarated about what the future holds! We get to start over, together.” Borbon turned with a smile on her face and motioned him closer with a ‘Come here’ gesture of her finger. Vardier was curious as to what she was doing and walked over to join her. Borbon tapped her staff against the ground and displayed different perspectives across the universe and motioned for him to pay attention, “Look here my dearest, I’ve dispatched our fighters across the universe to quell any last vestiges of resistance. Shira and Meru to Metius, Maida and Shinamo to Verted, and Kanzō is in search of the location of Korian’s remaining family. They think they escaped when they fled with the Supreme Kai….” Borbon scoffed to herself at the thought of Sorrel and company running for their lives. Vardier stood by her side listening intently to her words but when Borbon turned to revel in her plans with him, he had a less exuberant and thoughtful expression on his face, “What’s the matter my love? Are you not in the mood to celebrate our victory?” He nodded to her but when he opened his mouth to speak his thoughts told a different story, “I am, but what of Korian’s family? They’re certainly not a threat to us now that he’s gone. What need do we have to pursue them?” Borbon’s smile slowly faded from her lips as he spoke, her brow began to sink in frustration with his words. Quite suddenly, she lashed out at him in a surprising outburst, “Because I will it! The Saiyan dared to stand against me and he paid dearly for it! The deaths of family members will serve as an example of what happens if you stand in opposition to me! Do I make myself clear?!” The look on Vardier’s face spoke volumes, it was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a mixture of tinge of sadness. Borbon had never raised her to voice to him, let alone ever shown this fatalistic sadism she now had on full display. She closed her eyes for a brief moment while she composed herself with a slow exhale, “My apologies beloved. It’s just been hard for me all these years being alone without you. I felt so out of control and now it just scares me to have even the slightest thing be out of line. I won’t let anything tear us apart again.” The Angel stepped forward and embraced her lover. Vardier appeared more relaxed as he took her into his arms, “I won’t let it happen either, I swear it.” Borbon stepped back from the embrace with a reassured smile on her face, “Thank you my love. I feel assured that I can always count on your support.” Vardier gestured toward her display of different locations in Universe 9, “Will you show me our progress? I’m eager to fully realize our plans and bring peace to this shit hole of a universe.” Borbon found his coarse language quite funny and did exactly as he asked. The perspective shifted to a faraway planet as three wolves came into view.</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 Verted</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Bergamo was out of breath, he looked side to side to his brothers, Basil and Lavender, who were both beaten and having a hard time remaining standing. All three wolf brothers were intently focused on a looming threat opposite them on the long empty street in their slum neighborhood. Basil painfully clenched a bloody wound on his arm, the discomfort showed on his face, “Guys, I think we need to regroup. If this keeps up, I don’t know if we can last.” Lavender was hunched over more than usual with a black eye and blood trickling from his lip, “They’re just too strong, I can’t make it.” Bergamo growled in frustration to both his brothers protesting their situation, “Knock it off! You both sound like a couple of pups straight off the teat. We’re the Trio de Dangers, we don’t give up!” Boisterous laughter erupted from a short distance away, through the billowing smoke of fires that spread to various building, there appeared a large man that towered over them all in height. He clapped his large hands in applause to Bergamo’s rousing speech, “Great pep talk, Fido. Except there’s just one thing you failed to tell them.” Maida held up a finger indicating the number one. Bergamo arched a brow very curiously in response to his declaration, “And that is?” Maida stopped in his tracks and raised a hand waving goodbye to him, “You forgot to say good-bye.” Abruptly, from behind Basil and Lavender came a pair of metal arms extending out that grabbed them each by the neck. Both of the younger brothers’ eyes went wide in shock as they were dragged away behind a veil of thick gray smoke, both brothers trying to reach out for Bergamo in desperation. Bergamo called out for them with a tinge of hysteria in his voice, “Basil! Lavender!” There were a few grunts of pain and sounds of heavy objects impacting one another before there was nothing but dead silence. Bergamo turned as Maida approached him and the eldest wolf brother threw himself forward in a wild frenzy. He reared back a powerful fist and struck the large red skinned alien directly in his chest. Maida was completely unmoved by his strike against him and reached down quickly to grab the wolf by both shoulders, lifting him into the air in a solid grasp. Maida brought the struggling wolf closer to eye level and sneered at him, “Now this is how you say goodnight.” Maida launched forward with a swift headbutt that smashed against Bergamo’s head in an eruption of blood. The wolf fell from his clutches to the ground in a heap. Blood began to flow freely from a large wound on top of his head. He felt his consciousness fade in and out, but he spied a dark clad man with metal arms approaching him from the other direction with blood staining both of his hands. Shinamo stopped near the downed wolf and looked down at him with an expressionless calculation in his gaze. Suddenly, one of his arms extended out and pierced into Bergamo’s chest and came directly out his back. Bergamo’s body shook under the force of the strike, but he didn’t have the energy or the self-awareness to react in his dying moments. He began to feel cold and sleepy while his eyelids sank down bringing him into darkness. Maida chuckled as he felt the life leave his body as he went limp in his grasp.</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 Metius</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Hopp was making a frantic escape through the trees while lighthearted, whimsical laughter echoed around the forest. The purple furred cat’s yellow eyes darted this way and that trying to plan her next move. She thought to herself that this was a waking nightmare, these two had come out of nowhere to attack her and now they had her on the run. Hopp stopped near a large tree to catch her breath when suddenly one of the twins, the one with purple eyes and white leggings, which indicated it be Shira, dropped down from the treetops directly behind her. Shira smirked and chuckled while Hopp frantically spun around lashing out with her sharp red claws. Shira merely leaned backward to avoid her strike, continuing to tumble into a backwards cartwheel which put her in position to snap a kick into Hopp’s chin. She fell back against the tree trunk and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. *Tch* She scoffed to herself while she took a fighting stance and prepared to defend herself. Hopp thrust a hand forward to send her claws extending out toward Shira’s face. The razor-edged claws came within a hair’s breadth of piercing directly into Shira’s eye. Out of the treetops dropped Meru with a swift knife hand that severed Hopp’s claws before they were able to make contact her sister. Hopp hissed in frustration at the surprise attack and very quickly she was met headlong by an attacker with cold, ice blue eyes. Hopp quickly thrust her remaining claws in quick jabs aimed at her but Meru weaved around the attacks with the grace of a trained dancer. One last swipe was taken at her, but she ducked down to disappear from view but Hopp saw a set of purple eyes coming straight for her, too little, too late. Shira leap frogged over her sister and drove a fist down into Hopp’s face. Blood spewed from her mouth after taking the full force of the hit and she rolled to the ground. Shira continued her advance, Hopp managed to roll up to her feet, she watched helplessly as the purple eyed beauty fell down onto one of her hands and proceeded to bicycle kick her in the face with snapping kicks. This sent Hopp tumbling end over end and come crashing down into a nearby large tree trunk. When her vision began to clear she saw both females charging at her through the trees, they made a weaving pattern which tricked the eye into seeing them fade into one person and switch places as they came at her. Hopp pulled herself up to her feet so she could properly defend herself. She was met by Meru, but Shira was right behind her in a streamline attack, Hopp was quickly out matched by several unseen body blows followed by Meru smashing a leaping uppercut into her chin. Hopp hit the ground on her back with stars in her eyes and blood leaking from her mouth. The twins began to snicker at her again like it was all a game to them, Shira began to round behind her in a calculated manner. She was lifted off the ground in a bloody daze and placed into a headlock which she weakly attempted to fight off. Hopp swatted at the woman’s grip in a futile attempt to peel her arms away from her. Meru leaned forward and kissed the palm of her own hand before extending it out and blowing her a kiss. Little did Hopp know that it was her way of saying good-bye as Shira quickly twisted her neck with an audible *crack* as her spine was severed in one fast motion. Hopp fell face first to the ground with a heavy thud. Both Shira and Meru turned to one another with devious smirks crossing their lips.</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, God of Destruction’s planet</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Borbon turned away from the viewing of her minions performing their murderous deeds exactly to specification. She calmly began to walk back toward to the bed, “Vardier I want you now.” Vardier continued to stare at the aftermath of the slaying that were just committed by his comrades, faces he didn’t know, people who only wanted to live until they decided to take it away from them. In his head he had always thought that the ends justified the means, it was why he chose the path to become the next God of Destruction. Except now this felt dirty like his view of the world had become muddied by their recent actions. He turned away from the projections that hung in the air, Borbon was leaning back on the bed fully nude and waiting for him to take her. The beautiful Angel motioned for him to come to her and she laid down on the bed waiting for him to give her exactly what she wanted. Vardier’s mind was put at ease when he felt the first sensation of her touch, it was as if all his apprehensions suddenly melted away and he fully belonged to Borbon.</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'">Several hours later, it was early in the morning, but it appeared as if the sun had yet to rise in the sky. A thick cloud of dark gray smoke swept across a landscape littered with impact craters and fallen debris that was slowly beginning to burn itself out. Ash from the fires was falling from the sky like flakes of gray snow. It slowly piled up on Korian’s fallen body, creating a layer of fluffy powder from head to toe. Shockingly, one of his eyes sprang open and he gasped long and hard for breath in the noxious air. After taking in a deep breath of air which was mixed with the particulates that poisoned the air, he began to cough and gag as it invaded his lungs. Through it all he managed to expel what irritated his airway in the form of blood tinted black by the soot he had been breathing. Korian felt broken from all the pain that racked his now ravaged and heavily damaged body. In his weakened state, he struggled to identify his surroundings since one eye was swollen shut and he felt like his orbital was broken from the beating Borbon had inflicted upon him. Even in the best of conditions it was difficult to see but with the damage his body took, it was a struggle to make anything out clearly. He clawed at the ground with his soiled and bloody hands, slowly sliding across the ground. Each movement of his arms was like torture and as his body was being drug across the ground, it was sheer agony on his broken legs. Korian shuddered in pain and felt the tears begin to form in his eyes while he struggled with all his might to reach his home.</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'">After several long, agonizing minutes his body finally had nothing left to give and he laid himself against the ground with his face pressed into the cool dirt. He was panting from sheer exhaustion which only intensified the suffering his broken body had to endure. He blindly reached out to make one last attempt to pull himself to safety and his face froze in surprise because his fingertips fell onto something as he reached for the ground. Through all the pain and exhaustion, he slowly managed to bring his head up, his chin resting against the ground while he tried to focus on exactly what he was seeing. The tears of pain that had left streaks down his dirty face now came back but were produced out of pure joy. Right there laying at his fingers was a small brown leather bag, he recalled giving it to Sorrel, but in the confusion, it must have dropped to the ground. He wiggled his fingers to draw it into his grasp and he managed to weakly drag his arm closer to his face. He laid his head against the cool ground once more while his shaking and dirtied hand pried open the draw string on the bag. He reached inside with his fingers to scoop out what he hoped and prayed was still contained inside. He found exactly what he was after and he brought the last senzu in his shakily to his lips. He managed to pop it into his mouth and forced himself through all the pain his broken jaw gave him to chew it up and swallow.</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 several tense seconds of waiting to see if the senzu could even help him in such a battered state, Korian’s body shook with a reinvigorated sensation as his wounds were mended and his energy levels stabilized. He pushed himself off the ground and stood to finally survey the battlefield with full awareness. The once peaceful lakeside land where his home stood was riddled with destruction that gave it an eerie sense of post-apocalyptic abandonment. Even his home was partially destroyed from the collateral damage sustained during his battle with Vardier. He saw Mojito’s body lying motionless on the ground close to where he had once been himself. He walked over to the fallen angel and knelt down next to him in a sullen moment. It appeared as though Mojito were merely asleep, so he placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him to try to rouse him from his slumber. It was a fruitless venture that had little hope of succeeding in the first place. As he stood up, he saw Sidra’s body lying face first on the ground. He made a face because he felt it was his failure to stop Vardier that allowed this to happen in the first place. Even his Super Saiyan Blue form wasn’t strong enough to defeat this nascent god of destruction. His thoughts quickly turned to his family once he remembered that they had fled to safety with Roh. He grew worried that they may have been followed by Vardier or even worse by Borbon. Korian closed his eyes to focus his mind and try to calm himself down, he took deep steady breaths while he channeled his ki for travel to a distant world. Instantly, his body vanished from the spot with a *snap* of energy that crackled and dissipated through the air after he had gone.</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, Sacred World of the Supreme 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'">It was eerily quiet on the planet that Sorrel, Kuroba, and Kitsune currently inhabited. It had been that case ever since Roh’s life had been extinguished before their very eyes. Sorrel was on the ground next to the table Roh kept his crystal ball. She was sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles with Kuroba resting in her lap while the young boy’s head was against her chest. She was slowly rocking back and forth with the dual purpose to keep herself calm and attempting to soothe her rattled son. He was clearly disturbed by what he had experienced, the little boy remained far too quiet given his usual happy and outgoing demeanor. Sorrel’s own nerves were at wits end with everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. Kuroba’s stomach began to growl and he shifted anxiously in her lap to look up at her with sad eyes, “Mama, hungry.” She felt sad that she had nothing to feed him and it tore her to pieces that they were in this predicament with no clear answer in sight. She reached down to stroke his messy dark hair, “I know baby, I’m hungry too. Mama will find you something to eat, I promise.” Kuroba settled his head against her chest again because being close to her was the only thing that made him feel comfortable right now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kitsune was not far away from them sitting crossed legged in a meditative posture. She was attempting to cope in her own way given the circumstances. She had tried to scout for any food sources but as far as she could tell there was nothing in the vicinity. It was in stressful situations such as this that Kitsune found it exceedingly difficult to fight the urge to drink. It had been a part of her life for so long that it became like a dark, nervous twitch to reach for a bottle when the times got tough. She had done so well for a long time, but she had experienced her moments of weakness such as when Sorrel was killed. Now with Korian unaccounted for and a rogue Angel on the loose in their universe, falling prey to temptation seemed like the least of her problems. Sorrel came over to her carrying Kuroba and alerted Kitsune to her presence with a long sigh, “We have to do something, we’re all starving and Roh obviously isn’t coming back.” Kitsune peeled her eyes open and looked up to her daughter in law with a calm demeanor about her, “We need to remain composed and wait for Korian, there’s not much else we can do right now.” Sorrel’s brow furrowed in frustration with Kitsune’s blasé demeanor. It was difficult for Sorrel to keep her emotions in check given the circumstances, she felt herself becoming more impulsive and she wanted nothing more than to lash out. She hated how she felt, it made her even angrier that there was nothing she could do to comfort her son. She sighed and started to raise her voice a bit when she spoke, “Don’t you think I know that?! I’m just getting tired of waiting around doing nothing! It’s been a full day and he hasn’t come for us. Korian wouldn’t do that unless….” Sorrel stopped herself from saying the word out loud. She was too afraid to openly admit what she was thinking, too painful to even speak the words that Korian might be dead. Kitsune made a face like the mere mention of it made her sick. The sly fox stood up off the ground and towered over her much shorter rabbit daughter in law. Sorrel’s expression grew stiff and angry as she prepared for a verbal bout with Kitsune, but she was incredibly surprised when she was pulled into a hug. Kitsune held Sorrel’s head against her chest like a mother would do to a small child and Sorrel completely lost it, tears careening out of her eyes onto her cheeks. Kitsune lovingly stroked Kuroba’s hair as the little boy became unsettled by his mother’s sudden outburst of sadness, “Shhh. Don’t you ever give up hope on my son. Korian would never give up on seeing you again.” Sorrel sniffled and wiped her eyes, she nodded and felt some of the tension eased by Kitsune’s words.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Quite abruptly, there was a *snap* of energy that appeared a short distance away from them. Both Kitsune and Sorrel turned with awe in their eyes when they saw Korian appear before them a bit rough around the edges but completely in one piece. The spikey hair Saiyan nervously rubbed the back of his head and gave them a big beaming smile, “Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting.” Sorrel ran to him with Kuroba in her arms, she threw himself into his open arms and the three of them clung to each other as a family once more. Sorrel was so relieved that her emotions overflowed in a rush, she began to cry again, “You big dummy, don’t ever do that to me again, you hear me? I thought you were gone for good!” Korian reached out for Kuroba and the little half-Saiyan boy began to cling onto his chest, he remained sad and quiet but still couldn’t hide the fact that he missed his father. Korian gave Sorrel an apologetic look while the rabbit thumbed the tears out of her eyes, “I’m sorry dear. Truth be told, what I did was reckless, I hope you can forgive me.” Sorrel’s sad expression twisted into a smile because she was so overwhelmed to have him back, but her wife instincts made her chuckle once he admitted he was wrong, “Don’t let it happen again you big jerk.” Kitsune came up to her son with a smile and surprised him by grabbing him around the neck and pulling him into a hug, “Don’t worry your poor mother like that!” Sorrel gave her a dumb founded look like she couldn’t believe Kitsune was faking being reserved the entire time. Korian peeled himself away from her and waved his free hand, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I get it!” Once he was freed from both ladies, he sat Kuroba down on the table where the crystal ball was perched. Kuroba curiously watched his father while his tail began to twist in the air as he sat. Korian looked to Kitsune and Sorrel with a serious demeanor, “We’re in serious trouble, Sidra is dead, Mojito is…” he paused briefly and looked off to the side at Kuroba who was intently watching him before continuing on, “He’s not going to be any help this time.” Sorrel interjected as he revealed this information to them, “Roh is gone too. He told us before his life expired that they were linked together to maintain balance. If one of them goes, so does the other.” Korian cupped his chin in a thoughtful posture while he digested this information. “So, there really are no gods left in our universe, great this just keeps getting better and better.” He exhaled in a sharp sigh, “I didn’t stand a chance against Borbon at all.” He actually paused and felt a shiver run down his spine, “Her power is beyond comprehension, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” He paused again thoughtfully before he turned to the ladies again with an expression that openly showed how serious he was about the situation, “There’s something else, instead of killing me outright, she used a technique which drained all my energy. It felt like every bit of my ki was like water spinning down the drain. The last thing I remember before blacking out was her saying something like ‘What can be given can also be taken away.’ There was only pain after that, and I don’t remember anything else until I woke up this morning.” Kitsune gave him a sympathetic look and put a hand on his shoulder, “It’s alright, my son. The important thing is you’re safe and we’re together again.” He maintained his serious demeanor even though she was clearly trying to comfort him. Sorrel shrugged and shook her head, “Big deal, so you lost one fight. You told me that Saiyans only get stronger after battle and especially so if you get really hurt.” Sorrel seemed smug in the knowledge that surely now Korian had the strength to kick all their asses. “You should have received quite the boost to be able to take on that bastard Vardier.” Korian looked to his optimistic wife and remained very pensive as he thought more about what Borbon said to him. “Hang on a minute, let me try something.” He took a few steps back toward the edge of the platform to give himself some space. He clenched his teeth as he forced his ki surging throughout his body. Veins began to show in his neck and forehead as Korian pushed hard like he was trying to force something hidden deep inside to the surface. Golden hair and blue-green eyes erupted as he transformed into a Super Saiyan which caused a surprise to both ladies who looked on in awe. Korian’s energy began to settle from an erratic golden aura which encircled his whole body until it faded, his features returned to his normal as he powered down. Sorrel gave him a proud smile, “See? That was incredible, I told you that you got a lot stronger.” Korian wasn’t sharing in her enthusiasm, “No, that’s not it. Its, its, all gone.” Kitsune arched a brow curiously, “What do you mean IT’s gone?” Korian looked at them both with an expression of absolute dismay, “My god ki. I can’t transform into Super Saiyan God anymore.” Sorrel’s expression suddenly changed from one of cocky exuberance to a sudden realization that gave her a very sober demeanor, “Oh we are so f@*$ed.” Kitsune was trying to be more pragmatic about the situation and looked to him with concern, “You don’t have your god ki anymore? So, what’s the problem? Having setbacks never stopped you from giving it your all to accomplish your mission. Don’t forget that you have friends and a daughter on Earth who would be more than willing to help you.” Korian came to the realization that Kitsune was right, he appreciated her logical thinking during hard times, “You’re right, I was confident I could handle things on my own that I forgot about everyone else.” His mood began to lighten significantly like he was hatching a plan as they spoke, “Like you said, Shihori is there too! I’m sure we can come up a plan to take them on together.” Kitsune smiled and went over to pick up Kuroba off the table. She turned to Korian and Sorrel with the young boy in her arms, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s head to Earth.” Sorrel’s ears perked up and began to stand on end. She walked over to Korian to hold his hand, she interlaced their fingers and looked up to her husband with a smile, “Let’s go to Earth. Our baby girl is waiting for us.” Korian nodded in agreeance with both of them and held out his hand for Kitsune. When they were all together, he focused his ki and they all disappeared with a *snap* on the spot. They headed off on their way to Universe 7 and Earth to recruit reinforcements to take on Borbon and her menace.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="India Actual, post: 2751, member: 80"] [FONT=verdana][B][SIZE=5]Chapter 8: (Part 7)[/SIZE][/B] Universe 9, Sidra’s former planet Inside the temple of Sidra, Universe 9’s former God of Destruction, there were sounds echoing through the halls. Drawing closer to the source of the noise, it appeared to come from within the god’s bed chambers, where Vardier had just collapsed to the sheets along with his lover Borbon. Vardier had a very satisfied smile across his face as he turned his head to the lovely and voluptuous Angel in which he shared the bed. “Have enough energy for one more?” he said with a smirk. Borbon smiled and leaned over to kiss him deeply on the lips but after a quick moment of heated passion that nearly reignited the fire in the bedroom, she pulled away from him and moved to the edge of the bed, “Later, my love. There are duties I must attend to now that we are in control.” She slipped her nude body from between the sheets and walked across the bed chamber, she extended her hand to summon her staff from thin air and it settled into her grasp. She waved it across her body and in an instant her clothing appeared over her body in a discharge of energy that trailed along as she moved the staff over her body. Vardier got himself dressed in his pants and followed along behind her. “What do we have to worry about my dear? We seized an entire universe for ourselves! I’ve never felt so exhilarated about what the future holds! We get to start over, together.” Borbon turned with a smile on her face and motioned him closer with a ‘Come here’ gesture of her finger. Vardier was curious as to what she was doing and walked over to join her. Borbon tapped her staff against the ground and displayed different perspectives across the universe and motioned for him to pay attention, “Look here my dearest, I’ve dispatched our fighters across the universe to quell any last vestiges of resistance. Shira and Meru to Metius, Maida and Shinamo to Verted, and Kanzō is in search of the location of Korian’s remaining family. They think they escaped when they fled with the Supreme Kai….” Borbon scoffed to herself at the thought of Sorrel and company running for their lives. Vardier stood by her side listening intently to her words but when Borbon turned to revel in her plans with him, he had a less exuberant and thoughtful expression on his face, “What’s the matter my love? Are you not in the mood to celebrate our victory?” He nodded to her but when he opened his mouth to speak his thoughts told a different story, “I am, but what of Korian’s family? They’re certainly not a threat to us now that he’s gone. What need do we have to pursue them?” Borbon’s smile slowly faded from her lips as he spoke, her brow began to sink in frustration with his words. Quite suddenly, she lashed out at him in a surprising outburst, “Because I will it! The Saiyan dared to stand against me and he paid dearly for it! The deaths of family members will serve as an example of what happens if you stand in opposition to me! Do I make myself clear?!” The look on Vardier’s face spoke volumes, it was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a mixture of tinge of sadness. Borbon had never raised her to voice to him, let alone ever shown this fatalistic sadism she now had on full display. She closed her eyes for a brief moment while she composed herself with a slow exhale, “My apologies beloved. It’s just been hard for me all these years being alone without you. I felt so out of control and now it just scares me to have even the slightest thing be out of line. I won’t let anything tear us apart again.” The Angel stepped forward and embraced her lover. Vardier appeared more relaxed as he took her into his arms, “I won’t let it happen either, I swear it.” Borbon stepped back from the embrace with a reassured smile on her face, “Thank you my love. I feel assured that I can always count on your support.” Vardier gestured toward her display of different locations in Universe 9, “Will you show me our progress? I’m eager to fully realize our plans and bring peace to this shit hole of a universe.” Borbon found his coarse language quite funny and did exactly as he asked. The perspective shifted to a faraway planet as three wolves came into view. Universe 9, Planet Verted Bergamo was out of breath, he looked side to side to his brothers, Basil and Lavender, who were both beaten and having a hard time remaining standing. All three wolf brothers were intently focused on a looming threat opposite them on the long empty street in their slum neighborhood. Basil painfully clenched a bloody wound on his arm, the discomfort showed on his face, “Guys, I think we need to regroup. If this keeps up, I don’t know if we can last.” Lavender was hunched over more than usual with a black eye and blood trickling from his lip, “They’re just too strong, I can’t make it.” Bergamo growled in frustration to both his brothers protesting their situation, “Knock it off! You both sound like a couple of pups straight off the teat. We’re the Trio de Dangers, we don’t give up!” Boisterous laughter erupted from a short distance away, through the billowing smoke of fires that spread to various building, there appeared a large man that towered over them all in height. He clapped his large hands in applause to Bergamo’s rousing speech, “Great pep talk, Fido. Except there’s just one thing you failed to tell them.” Maida held up a finger indicating the number one. Bergamo arched a brow very curiously in response to his declaration, “And that is?” Maida stopped in his tracks and raised a hand waving goodbye to him, “You forgot to say good-bye.” Abruptly, from behind Basil and Lavender came a pair of metal arms extending out that grabbed them each by the neck. Both of the younger brothers’ eyes went wide in shock as they were dragged away behind a veil of thick gray smoke, both brothers trying to reach out for Bergamo in desperation. Bergamo called out for them with a tinge of hysteria in his voice, “Basil! Lavender!” There were a few grunts of pain and sounds of heavy objects impacting one another before there was nothing but dead silence. Bergamo turned as Maida approached him and the eldest wolf brother threw himself forward in a wild frenzy. He reared back a powerful fist and struck the large red skinned alien directly in his chest. Maida was completely unmoved by his strike against him and reached down quickly to grab the wolf by both shoulders, lifting him into the air in a solid grasp. Maida brought the struggling wolf closer to eye level and sneered at him, “Now this is how you say goodnight.” Maida launched forward with a swift headbutt that smashed against Bergamo’s head in an eruption of blood. The wolf fell from his clutches to the ground in a heap. Blood began to flow freely from a large wound on top of his head. He felt his consciousness fade in and out, but he spied a dark clad man with metal arms approaching him from the other direction with blood staining both of his hands. Shinamo stopped near the downed wolf and looked down at him with an expressionless calculation in his gaze. Suddenly, one of his arms extended out and pierced into Bergamo’s chest and came directly out his back. Bergamo’s body shook under the force of the strike, but he didn’t have the energy or the self-awareness to react in his dying moments. He began to feel cold and sleepy while his eyelids sank down bringing him into darkness. Maida chuckled as he felt the life leave his body as he went limp in his grasp. Universe 9, Planet Metius Hopp was making a frantic escape through the trees while lighthearted, whimsical laughter echoed around the forest. The purple furred cat’s yellow eyes darted this way and that trying to plan her next move. She thought to herself that this was a waking nightmare, these two had come out of nowhere to attack her and now they had her on the run. Hopp stopped near a large tree to catch her breath when suddenly one of the twins, the one with purple eyes and white leggings, which indicated it be Shira, dropped down from the treetops directly behind her. Shira smirked and chuckled while Hopp frantically spun around lashing out with her sharp red claws. Shira merely leaned backward to avoid her strike, continuing to tumble into a backwards cartwheel which put her in position to snap a kick into Hopp’s chin. She fell back against the tree trunk and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. *Tch* She scoffed to herself while she took a fighting stance and prepared to defend herself. Hopp thrust a hand forward to send her claws extending out toward Shira’s face. The razor-edged claws came within a hair’s breadth of piercing directly into Shira’s eye. Out of the treetops dropped Meru with a swift knife hand that severed Hopp’s claws before they were able to make contact her sister. Hopp hissed in frustration at the surprise attack and very quickly she was met headlong by an attacker with cold, ice blue eyes. Hopp quickly thrust her remaining claws in quick jabs aimed at her but Meru weaved around the attacks with the grace of a trained dancer. One last swipe was taken at her, but she ducked down to disappear from view but Hopp saw a set of purple eyes coming straight for her, too little, too late. Shira leap frogged over her sister and drove a fist down into Hopp’s face. Blood spewed from her mouth after taking the full force of the hit and she rolled to the ground. Shira continued her advance, Hopp managed to roll up to her feet, she watched helplessly as the purple eyed beauty fell down onto one of her hands and proceeded to bicycle kick her in the face with snapping kicks. This sent Hopp tumbling end over end and come crashing down into a nearby large tree trunk. When her vision began to clear she saw both females charging at her through the trees, they made a weaving pattern which tricked the eye into seeing them fade into one person and switch places as they came at her. Hopp pulled herself up to her feet so she could properly defend herself. She was met by Meru, but Shira was right behind her in a streamline attack, Hopp was quickly out matched by several unseen body blows followed by Meru smashing a leaping uppercut into her chin. Hopp hit the ground on her back with stars in her eyes and blood leaking from her mouth. The twins began to snicker at her again like it was all a game to them, Shira began to round behind her in a calculated manner. She was lifted off the ground in a bloody daze and placed into a headlock which she weakly attempted to fight off. Hopp swatted at the woman’s grip in a futile attempt to peel her arms away from her. Meru leaned forward and kissed the palm of her own hand before extending it out and blowing her a kiss. Little did Hopp know that it was her way of saying good-bye as Shira quickly twisted her neck with an audible *crack* as her spine was severed in one fast motion. Hopp fell face first to the ground with a heavy thud. Both Shira and Meru turned to one another with devious smirks crossing their lips. Universe 9, God of Destruction’s planet Borbon turned away from the viewing of her minions performing their murderous deeds exactly to specification. She calmly began to walk back toward to the bed, “Vardier I want you now.” Vardier continued to stare at the aftermath of the slaying that were just committed by his comrades, faces he didn’t know, people who only wanted to live until they decided to take it away from them. In his head he had always thought that the ends justified the means, it was why he chose the path to become the next God of Destruction. Except now this felt dirty like his view of the world had become muddied by their recent actions. He turned away from the projections that hung in the air, Borbon was leaning back on the bed fully nude and waiting for him to take her. The beautiful Angel motioned for him to come to her and she laid down on the bed waiting for him to give her exactly what she wanted. Vardier’s mind was put at ease when he felt the first sensation of her touch, it was as if all his apprehensions suddenly melted away and he fully belonged to Borbon. Universe 9, Planet Basur Several hours later, it was early in the morning, but it appeared as if the sun had yet to rise in the sky. A thick cloud of dark gray smoke swept across a landscape littered with impact craters and fallen debris that was slowly beginning to burn itself out. Ash from the fires was falling from the sky like flakes of gray snow. It slowly piled up on Korian’s fallen body, creating a layer of fluffy powder from head to toe. Shockingly, one of his eyes sprang open and he gasped long and hard for breath in the noxious air. After taking in a deep breath of air which was mixed with the particulates that poisoned the air, he began to cough and gag as it invaded his lungs. Through it all he managed to expel what irritated his airway in the form of blood tinted black by the soot he had been breathing. Korian felt broken from all the pain that racked his now ravaged and heavily damaged body. In his weakened state, he struggled to identify his surroundings since one eye was swollen shut and he felt like his orbital was broken from the beating Borbon had inflicted upon him. Even in the best of conditions it was difficult to see but with the damage his body took, it was a struggle to make anything out clearly. He clawed at the ground with his soiled and bloody hands, slowly sliding across the ground. Each movement of his arms was like torture and as his body was being drug across the ground, it was sheer agony on his broken legs. Korian shuddered in pain and felt the tears begin to form in his eyes while he struggled with all his might to reach his home. After several long, agonizing minutes his body finally had nothing left to give and he laid himself against the ground with his face pressed into the cool dirt. He was panting from sheer exhaustion which only intensified the suffering his broken body had to endure. He blindly reached out to make one last attempt to pull himself to safety and his face froze in surprise because his fingertips fell onto something as he reached for the ground. Through all the pain and exhaustion, he slowly managed to bring his head up, his chin resting against the ground while he tried to focus on exactly what he was seeing. The tears of pain that had left streaks down his dirty face now came back but were produced out of pure joy. Right there laying at his fingers was a small brown leather bag, he recalled giving it to Sorrel, but in the confusion, it must have dropped to the ground. He wiggled his fingers to draw it into his grasp and he managed to weakly drag his arm closer to his face. He laid his head against the cool ground once more while his shaking and dirtied hand pried open the draw string on the bag. He reached inside with his fingers to scoop out what he hoped and prayed was still contained inside. He found exactly what he was after and he brought the last senzu in his shakily to his lips. He managed to pop it into his mouth and forced himself through all the pain his broken jaw gave him to chew it up and swallow. After several tense seconds of waiting to see if the senzu could even help him in such a battered state, Korian’s body shook with a reinvigorated sensation as his wounds were mended and his energy levels stabilized. He pushed himself off the ground and stood to finally survey the battlefield with full awareness. The once peaceful lakeside land where his home stood was riddled with destruction that gave it an eerie sense of post-apocalyptic abandonment. Even his home was partially destroyed from the collateral damage sustained during his battle with Vardier. He saw Mojito’s body lying motionless on the ground close to where he had once been himself. He walked over to the fallen angel and knelt down next to him in a sullen moment. It appeared as though Mojito were merely asleep, so he placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him to try to rouse him from his slumber. It was a fruitless venture that had little hope of succeeding in the first place. As he stood up, he saw Sidra’s body lying face first on the ground. He made a face because he felt it was his failure to stop Vardier that allowed this to happen in the first place. Even his Super Saiyan Blue form wasn’t strong enough to defeat this nascent god of destruction. His thoughts quickly turned to his family once he remembered that they had fled to safety with Roh. He grew worried that they may have been followed by Vardier or even worse by Borbon. Korian closed his eyes to focus his mind and try to calm himself down, he took deep steady breaths while he channeled his ki for travel to a distant world. Instantly, his body vanished from the spot with a *snap* of energy that crackled and dissipated through the air after he had gone. Universe 9, Sacred World of the Supreme Kai It was eerily quiet on the planet that Sorrel, Kuroba, and Kitsune currently inhabited. It had been that case ever since Roh’s life had been extinguished before their very eyes. Sorrel was on the ground next to the table Roh kept his crystal ball. She was sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles with Kuroba resting in her lap while the young boy’s head was against her chest. She was slowly rocking back and forth with the dual purpose to keep herself calm and attempting to soothe her rattled son. He was clearly disturbed by what he had experienced, the little boy remained far too quiet given his usual happy and outgoing demeanor. Sorrel’s own nerves were at wits end with everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. Kuroba’s stomach began to growl and he shifted anxiously in her lap to look up at her with sad eyes, “Mama, hungry.” She felt sad that she had nothing to feed him and it tore her to pieces that they were in this predicament with no clear answer in sight. She reached down to stroke his messy dark hair, “I know baby, I’m hungry too. Mama will find you something to eat, I promise.” Kuroba settled his head against her chest again because being close to her was the only thing that made him feel comfortable right now. Kitsune was not far away from them sitting crossed legged in a meditative posture. She was attempting to cope in her own way given the circumstances. She had tried to scout for any food sources but as far as she could tell there was nothing in the vicinity. It was in stressful situations such as this that Kitsune found it exceedingly difficult to fight the urge to drink. It had been a part of her life for so long that it became like a dark, nervous twitch to reach for a bottle when the times got tough. She had done so well for a long time, but she had experienced her moments of weakness such as when Sorrel was killed. Now with Korian unaccounted for and a rogue Angel on the loose in their universe, falling prey to temptation seemed like the least of her problems. Sorrel came over to her carrying Kuroba and alerted Kitsune to her presence with a long sigh, “We have to do something, we’re all starving and Roh obviously isn’t coming back.” Kitsune peeled her eyes open and looked up to her daughter in law with a calm demeanor about her, “We need to remain composed and wait for Korian, there’s not much else we can do right now.” Sorrel’s brow furrowed in frustration with Kitsune’s blasé demeanor. It was difficult for Sorrel to keep her emotions in check given the circumstances, she felt herself becoming more impulsive and she wanted nothing more than to lash out. She hated how she felt, it made her even angrier that there was nothing she could do to comfort her son. She sighed and started to raise her voice a bit when she spoke, “Don’t you think I know that?! I’m just getting tired of waiting around doing nothing! It’s been a full day and he hasn’t come for us. Korian wouldn’t do that unless….” Sorrel stopped herself from saying the word out loud. She was too afraid to openly admit what she was thinking, too painful to even speak the words that Korian might be dead. Kitsune made a face like the mere mention of it made her sick. The sly fox stood up off the ground and towered over her much shorter rabbit daughter in law. Sorrel’s expression grew stiff and angry as she prepared for a verbal bout with Kitsune, but she was incredibly surprised when she was pulled into a hug. Kitsune held Sorrel’s head against her chest like a mother would do to a small child and Sorrel completely lost it, tears careening out of her eyes onto her cheeks. Kitsune lovingly stroked Kuroba’s hair as the little boy became unsettled by his mother’s sudden outburst of sadness, “Shhh. Don’t you ever give up hope on my son. Korian would never give up on seeing you again.” Sorrel sniffled and wiped her eyes, she nodded and felt some of the tension eased by Kitsune’s words. Quite abruptly, there was a *snap* of energy that appeared a short distance away from them. Both Kitsune and Sorrel turned with awe in their eyes when they saw Korian appear before them a bit rough around the edges but completely in one piece. The spikey hair Saiyan nervously rubbed the back of his head and gave them a big beaming smile, “Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting.” Sorrel ran to him with Kuroba in her arms, she threw himself into his open arms and the three of them clung to each other as a family once more. Sorrel was so relieved that her emotions overflowed in a rush, she began to cry again, “You big dummy, don’t ever do that to me again, you hear me? I thought you were gone for good!” Korian reached out for Kuroba and the little half-Saiyan boy began to cling onto his chest, he remained sad and quiet but still couldn’t hide the fact that he missed his father. Korian gave Sorrel an apologetic look while the rabbit thumbed the tears out of her eyes, “I’m sorry dear. Truth be told, what I did was reckless, I hope you can forgive me.” Sorrel’s sad expression twisted into a smile because she was so overwhelmed to have him back, but her wife instincts made her chuckle once he admitted he was wrong, “Don’t let it happen again you big jerk.” Kitsune came up to her son with a smile and surprised him by grabbing him around the neck and pulling him into a hug, “Don’t worry your poor mother like that!” Sorrel gave her a dumb founded look like she couldn’t believe Kitsune was faking being reserved the entire time. Korian peeled himself away from her and waved his free hand, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I get it!” Once he was freed from both ladies, he sat Kuroba down on the table where the crystal ball was perched. Kuroba curiously watched his father while his tail began to twist in the air as he sat. Korian looked to Kitsune and Sorrel with a serious demeanor, “We’re in serious trouble, Sidra is dead, Mojito is…” he paused briefly and looked off to the side at Kuroba who was intently watching him before continuing on, “He’s not going to be any help this time.” Sorrel interjected as he revealed this information to them, “Roh is gone too. He told us before his life expired that they were linked together to maintain balance. If one of them goes, so does the other.” Korian cupped his chin in a thoughtful posture while he digested this information. “So, there really are no gods left in our universe, great this just keeps getting better and better.” He exhaled in a sharp sigh, “I didn’t stand a chance against Borbon at all.” He actually paused and felt a shiver run down his spine, “Her power is beyond comprehension, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” He paused again thoughtfully before he turned to the ladies again with an expression that openly showed how serious he was about the situation, “There’s something else, instead of killing me outright, she used a technique which drained all my energy. It felt like every bit of my ki was like water spinning down the drain. The last thing I remember before blacking out was her saying something like ‘What can be given can also be taken away.’ There was only pain after that, and I don’t remember anything else until I woke up this morning.” Kitsune gave him a sympathetic look and put a hand on his shoulder, “It’s alright, my son. The important thing is you’re safe and we’re together again.” He maintained his serious demeanor even though she was clearly trying to comfort him. Sorrel shrugged and shook her head, “Big deal, so you lost one fight. You told me that Saiyans only get stronger after battle and especially so if you get really hurt.” Sorrel seemed smug in the knowledge that surely now Korian had the strength to kick all their asses. “You should have received quite the boost to be able to take on that bastard Vardier.” Korian looked to his optimistic wife and remained very pensive as he thought more about what Borbon said to him. “Hang on a minute, let me try something.” He took a few steps back toward the edge of the platform to give himself some space. He clenched his teeth as he forced his ki surging throughout his body. Veins began to show in his neck and forehead as Korian pushed hard like he was trying to force something hidden deep inside to the surface. Golden hair and blue-green eyes erupted as he transformed into a Super Saiyan which caused a surprise to both ladies who looked on in awe. Korian’s energy began to settle from an erratic golden aura which encircled his whole body until it faded, his features returned to his normal as he powered down. Sorrel gave him a proud smile, “See? That was incredible, I told you that you got a lot stronger.” Korian wasn’t sharing in her enthusiasm, “No, that’s not it. Its, its, all gone.” Kitsune arched a brow curiously, “What do you mean IT’s gone?” Korian looked at them both with an expression of absolute dismay, “My god ki. I can’t transform into Super Saiyan God anymore.” Sorrel’s expression suddenly changed from one of cocky exuberance to a sudden realization that gave her a very sober demeanor, “Oh we are so f@*$ed.” Kitsune was trying to be more pragmatic about the situation and looked to him with concern, “You don’t have your god ki anymore? So, what’s the problem? Having setbacks never stopped you from giving it your all to accomplish your mission. Don’t forget that you have friends and a daughter on Earth who would be more than willing to help you.” Korian came to the realization that Kitsune was right, he appreciated her logical thinking during hard times, “You’re right, I was confident I could handle things on my own that I forgot about everyone else.” His mood began to lighten significantly like he was hatching a plan as they spoke, “Like you said, Shihori is there too! I’m sure we can come up a plan to take them on together.” Kitsune smiled and went over to pick up Kuroba off the table. She turned to Korian and Sorrel with the young boy in her arms, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s head to Earth.” Sorrel’s ears perked up and began to stand on end. She walked over to Korian to hold his hand, she interlaced their fingers and looked up to her husband with a smile, “Let’s go to Earth. Our baby girl is waiting for us.” Korian nodded in agreeance with both of them and held out his hand for Kitsune. When they were all together, he focused his ki and they all disappeared with a *snap* on the spot. They headed off on their way to Universe 7 and Earth to recruit reinforcements to take on Borbon and her menace. [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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