Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimatum ❯ Prelude to Chaos ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Ultimanium 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.12.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.12.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
Lincoln Center Theatre
Day 1, 10:30 PM
People began their wait out in the hall. The hall itself had not been opened until several minutes before, and people had
begun to flood into the furnished lobby of the building, enjoying the God-knows-what social activities of the high-class.
After a short while, people began making their way to the balcony seats, watching high over the stage and the massive drunk
brawls on the floor below for front seats.
I took my seat in the executive suite as the curtains began to rise.
And they rose.
....
....
and...
...stuff's supposed to be happening.
It had been 10 minutes since the curtain rose when people began to relax and make small talk to their neighbors.
I stood up in my seat and looked around me. Noticing the overly positive aura given off by the situation, I supposed
this happened regularly.
It was 11:00. People began to fall asleep. I nearly drifted off when I heard a loud bang.
"Hey..." I murmured.
The station news reporter gave me a skeptical look. "What the hell do you want?"
"Did you hear that?"
The reporter shook his head and faced the front.
Must've been in my head. I put my head back and began to fall asleep again... until the silence was broken by a scream
backstage.
The entire audience shot out of their chairs in unison. Security on the stage glanced offstage. They drew their guns
and sneaked backstage.
Which was when it happened.
The entire assault backstage was simply a diversion, I'll tell you that right now. The audience began to settle down in a
couple of minutes, figuring the problem had been solved.
With a thunderous crash, a large section of the celing broke and smashed down onto the stage.
In the mayhem, around a third of the audience shot up, screamed, and began a hasty retreat from the theatre.
I stood up and swiveled around, eyeing the confusion. Anyone who was left in the theatre was either paralyzed from
confusion/fear, or had a piece of the celing lodged in their heads.
Within 2 minutes of the entire catastrophe, both the rush of people leaving and the noise had stopped. When wondering why,
I realized that a figure was lowering from the sky through the hole created.
He touched the ground on one knee with a soft thud. He remained there for several seconds, until looking up. He was a man,
not beyond 16. He was of moderate size, but what really made him stand out was his jet black hair. His entire outfit was
black as well, starting up with shades and ending with dark combat boots. The guy even had a black cape.
He stood, and, in a moment of grace, lifted his arms to the sky and spoke out to the crowd.
"Welcome. All of you. I trust you know a fragment of my power, with my show of...."
He looked down to the floor seating. A good 100 seats had dead, incapacitated people in them.
"... damn it. I hate it when this happens. All of you. Listen to me!"
With a wave of his arm, every single dead person on the floor woke up in a daze. Until they saw their comrades and the
shape they were in, anyways. At that point they too freaked out and escaped. To a hospital, hopefully.
It was down to about 50 people, all in the balcony.
"Oh well. No matter. I feel I need to introduce myself. My name is Magistrate Ultimanium. I trust none of you have read
any of my fanfics?"
Silence.
One person rose and spoke. "What's a fanfic?"
With that, Ultimanium make a flicking motion in the air, which followed with a deafening crack.
Upon further investigation, the person's head was missing, with a massive bloodspot on the wall behind him.
"Okay then, as I was saying. You may not know me. I am Ultimanium. I come here to make a proposition. Or, shall I say,
a demand."
He began pacing. "Anyone who knows me would know me as a fan of mainstream anime. Stuff on YTV, Fox, Cartoon Network,
yadda, yadda. My comrades believe that a massive crossover episode between some of these shows are far overdue."
He stopped, and pointed out into the crowd. "New York shall be the site of this crossover. As I speak, formal invitations
have been made out to casts of several primetime animes, and they will find their way here, New York, to conduct a massive
battle royal between episodes."
I stood and spoke. "So you mean one massive fight?"
"Correct. I wish only to film this and present it to the world. Which is why I present a message to the people of
New York - defend yourselves, for in the case any of you interfere with my grand plan, these people may be forced to
kill you."
An elderly man in a military uniform stood. "So we'll kill them first."
Ultimanium's eyes shot into a deep red glow. He punched his hand, sending a small gust of wind through the floor aisles.
"NO! Know if that you manage to destroy any participants, I will be forced to bring you down by my hand. And if I can't..."
A deep voice spoke up. "Then I will!!!"
Another figure dove out of the sky and landed on the stage with a shudder. This person was slightly more rotund than
Ultimanium, but at least he had proper clothing on. His hair glowed a pulsating yellow-gold not the likes I have seen.
Ultimanium glanced over. "Hey, Perry. Glad you could make it."
Perry gave a hats-off motion. "Glad to be of service."
"This is my fellow warrior, Ultramagnus," Ultimanium announced. "He is of a long line of Super Saiyan, superhumans with
great physical and psychic powers."
Yet another unlucky person stood up. "Psychic my ass."
Ultimanium nodded off to Ultramagnus. Ultramagnus braced himself and held his hands close together in a supportive manner,
as if he was holding something powerful between them.
"Kame...."
That's it. I'm getting out of here.
"...hame..."
"....HAAAAA!!"
I managed to get out to the lobby before a massive laser blew the entire celing above me to rubble. Well, normally I would
get crushed by it, but I realized that the celing was vaporized. I broke into a windsprint to the New York Times building,
with a pair of ominous laughs trailing me.
No one is ever going to believe this.
Day 1, 10:30 PM
People began their wait out in the hall. The hall itself had not been opened until several minutes before, and people had
begun to flood into the furnished lobby of the building, enjoying the God-knows-what social activities of the high-class.
After a short while, people began making their way to the balcony seats, watching high over the stage and the massive drunk
brawls on the floor below for front seats.
I took my seat in the executive suite as the curtains began to rise.
And they rose.
....
....
and...
...stuff's supposed to be happening.
It had been 10 minutes since the curtain rose when people began to relax and make small talk to their neighbors.
I stood up in my seat and looked around me. Noticing the overly positive aura given off by the situation, I supposed
this happened regularly.
It was 11:00. People began to fall asleep. I nearly drifted off when I heard a loud bang.
"Hey..." I murmured.
The station news reporter gave me a skeptical look. "What the hell do you want?"
"Did you hear that?"
The reporter shook his head and faced the front.
Must've been in my head. I put my head back and began to fall asleep again... until the silence was broken by a scream
backstage.
The entire audience shot out of their chairs in unison. Security on the stage glanced offstage. They drew their guns
and sneaked backstage.
Which was when it happened.
The entire assault backstage was simply a diversion, I'll tell you that right now. The audience began to settle down in a
couple of minutes, figuring the problem had been solved.
With a thunderous crash, a large section of the celing broke and smashed down onto the stage.
In the mayhem, around a third of the audience shot up, screamed, and began a hasty retreat from the theatre.
I stood up and swiveled around, eyeing the confusion. Anyone who was left in the theatre was either paralyzed from
confusion/fear, or had a piece of the celing lodged in their heads.
Within 2 minutes of the entire catastrophe, both the rush of people leaving and the noise had stopped. When wondering why,
I realized that a figure was lowering from the sky through the hole created.
He touched the ground on one knee with a soft thud. He remained there for several seconds, until looking up. He was a man,
not beyond 16. He was of moderate size, but what really made him stand out was his jet black hair. His entire outfit was
black as well, starting up with shades and ending with dark combat boots. The guy even had a black cape.
He stood, and, in a moment of grace, lifted his arms to the sky and spoke out to the crowd.
"Welcome. All of you. I trust you know a fragment of my power, with my show of...."
He looked down to the floor seating. A good 100 seats had dead, incapacitated people in them.
"... damn it. I hate it when this happens. All of you. Listen to me!"
With a wave of his arm, every single dead person on the floor woke up in a daze. Until they saw their comrades and the
shape they were in, anyways. At that point they too freaked out and escaped. To a hospital, hopefully.
It was down to about 50 people, all in the balcony.
"Oh well. No matter. I feel I need to introduce myself. My name is Magistrate Ultimanium. I trust none of you have read
any of my fanfics?"
Silence.
One person rose and spoke. "What's a fanfic?"
With that, Ultimanium make a flicking motion in the air, which followed with a deafening crack.
Upon further investigation, the person's head was missing, with a massive bloodspot on the wall behind him.
"Okay then, as I was saying. You may not know me. I am Ultimanium. I come here to make a proposition. Or, shall I say,
a demand."
He began pacing. "Anyone who knows me would know me as a fan of mainstream anime. Stuff on YTV, Fox, Cartoon Network,
yadda, yadda. My comrades believe that a massive crossover episode between some of these shows are far overdue."
He stopped, and pointed out into the crowd. "New York shall be the site of this crossover. As I speak, formal invitations
have been made out to casts of several primetime animes, and they will find their way here, New York, to conduct a massive
battle royal between episodes."
I stood and spoke. "So you mean one massive fight?"
"Correct. I wish only to film this and present it to the world. Which is why I present a message to the people of
New York - defend yourselves, for in the case any of you interfere with my grand plan, these people may be forced to
kill you."
An elderly man in a military uniform stood. "So we'll kill them first."
Ultimanium's eyes shot into a deep red glow. He punched his hand, sending a small gust of wind through the floor aisles.
"NO! Know if that you manage to destroy any participants, I will be forced to bring you down by my hand. And if I can't..."
A deep voice spoke up. "Then I will!!!"
Another figure dove out of the sky and landed on the stage with a shudder. This person was slightly more rotund than
Ultimanium, but at least he had proper clothing on. His hair glowed a pulsating yellow-gold not the likes I have seen.
Ultimanium glanced over. "Hey, Perry. Glad you could make it."
Perry gave a hats-off motion. "Glad to be of service."
"This is my fellow warrior, Ultramagnus," Ultimanium announced. "He is of a long line of Super Saiyan, superhumans with
great physical and psychic powers."
Yet another unlucky person stood up. "Psychic my ass."
Ultimanium nodded off to Ultramagnus. Ultramagnus braced himself and held his hands close together in a supportive manner,
as if he was holding something powerful between them.
"Kame...."
That's it. I'm getting out of here.
"...hame..."
"....HAAAAA!!"
I managed to get out to the lobby before a massive laser blew the entire celing above me to rubble. Well, normally I would
get crushed by it, but I realized that the celing was vaporized. I broke into a windsprint to the New York Times building,
with a pair of ominous laughs trailing me.
No one is ever going to believe this.