Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prelude ❯ Failure ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.24.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 118 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.24.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 118 | Status: Completed
Martek awoke suddenly in a cold sweat. He had just witnessed the most horrifying portent he had ever seen. Lexan lay in his arms, not awakened by his stirring. Morex lay asleep against a tree, sleeping peacefully. Zemi slept on the ground and Ashila and Kajin lay next to each other on the ground, giving warmth to each other. Martek tried to calm himself to re-evaluate what he had seen. Eventually, his breath slowed down to normal, the sweat dissapated and Martek closed his eyes to see again what was unthinkable. The Uber Oozaru lay, slain on the ground with a being of equal strength and similar appearance standing with one foot on his chest. He had a pitch black, muscular body with glowing, crimson eyes and resembled a Namek. Saiya-Jin had been long since obliterated by an unknown force, the planet the Saiya-Jins had inhabited after that was destroyed as well, but this time, with all the Saiya-Jin on the planet. Martek had been separated from Lexan and resided on a strange planet full of weaklings who called themselves, humans. He had not knowledge of who or what he was, nor of where he was from. With him, lived two other full blooded Saiya-Jin, supposedly, the last of their race. Then darkness hit Martek. He opened his eyes but, knew that there was more to his augury. Again, he closed his eyes. This time, he saw himself in a USSJ form with humans to his back and he was fighting those full-blooded Saiya-Jin and a half-breed son with purple hair. Next he saw, he was an SSJ2, but the other Saiya-Jin not only matched him in strength and speed, but surpassed him. This angered Martek greatly as he ascended to the third level, SSJ3. The next he could remember was he was standing inside a cave, inbedded in a mountain, made by some ship colliding with it. He looked closer and saw it was a Saiya-Jin space pod. the only thing he remembered after that was he stood in front of the full-blooded Saiya-Jins, in SSJ4 form, in a low powered SSJ5. He again awoke to see that the sun had risen and Lexan was up and talking to Ashila and Kajin, who had just woken up as well. Zemi was still asleep, but Morex had been up since dawn.
"Martek." Morex called.
Martek got up and plodded over to Morex, who was looking towards the sun, "What."
"There's something you need to know about the SSJ4's Mercenus is sending after you."
"What."
"These guys, roughly two thousands of them, have been trained since birth to take you down. Now, I've been in Mercenus since I was a kid as well, but only had heard rumors of such legions existing. They call themselves, the L-Ex squandron."
"L-Ex? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Legend-Exterminate."
"Appropriately named I should say. When do you think our 'friends' will come then?"
"Within the hour no doubt. They've travelled through the night from their training grounds in the Turbulent Desert on the other side of the planet."
"The Turbulent Desert? I think I've heard of that. Don't they have constant sand storms there?"
"Yeah, I was there once, I helps toughen your skin, and when you've been there a couple years, your skin so rough, it'll take alot to break through."
"Nothing I can't handle. I'll draw them away from here, I don't want anyone here getting hurt."
"Martek, what should we do for food in this place? I've been meaning to ask you since last night, but now my stomach needs something. Hell, I'd even take the stuff Pugnaturus used to stuff down our throats." Just then his stomach roared with hunger and his plight was recognized by everyone there, not including Zemi who was still asleep.
Martek gave a small chuckle and said, "There are many animals here that are safe to eat, just avoid bright colored fish. If you're not into meat, there are many berry bushes around the area. Help yourself."
Martek flew into the air, waiting for his assasins to come. He could feel them, yes, they were very close now. Maybe within fifteen grueling minutes they would arrive. An uneasy feeling hit Martek. What if he couldn't defeat them all? After all, there were two thousand of them coming for his head. Mercenus must of really wanted him dead. But why? The ancient texts spoke of how he would save the Saiya-Jin people from annihilation. Must be the 'ruling with an iron fist' part they didn't like. In the Saiya-Jin's early years, there was five hundred years of tyranny, which was ended by the regicide of the last tyrant. The present king's ancestor was he who slew the last tyrant.
They were no more than five minutes away now. Martek could see the front line in the horizon. He could peer into the very eyes of them all, and every single one had the vision of Martek's head as a trophy, bringing it before the king, and gaining nobility. He fired an energy blast, just to let them know he was here, and to be honest, Martek had missed not fighting for twenty four hours. He missed the smell of blood, the clash of bone and sinew, the rush of adrenaline, and the feral rage. He took these final moments to loosen up before the holocaust while some of L-Ex fired energy blast back, all of which missed completely. Martek looked down to his friends waved to them, and flew off with incredible speeds, leaving the L-Ex squandron eating his dust. Moments after Martek flew away, the mob passed overhead. Their shadows covered the Troscan Valley and defiled its purity. Minutes passed before they all passed and everyone, besides Lexan, thought Martek was to die, wherever he decided to fight them.
"I think the Frozen Lands should prove a sufficient battle ground for my friends." Martek thought as he flew fast enough to keep the L-Ex squadron behind him, but slow enough not to discourage them. It was like Martek was teasing them, wanting them to come and slaughter him, but always staying out of their reach. This made them furious. Martek flew to the south, over the Vast Ocean and towards the Frozen Lands. The Frozen Lands were plains of tundra that stretched for hundreds of miles. The was almost no Saiya-Jin living there, just a nomadic tribe that believed in the gods of the lands. It took about an hour to final reach the lands flying at the speed he was. He went a few miles inland, then landed and waited. The L-Ex squadron flew overhead of him moments later, and formed a perimeter around him. they stayed ariborn and charged energy blasts.
Martek simply smiled. His decoy was working excellently, drawing there attention to the groung while he watched from about a quarter mile above them. He formed a triangle with its middle, index fingers and thumbs then, he took his middle and index fingers and swept them down either side of its sternum down to an upside-down hand fold with the palms facing each other. He brought its hands up to its face so that the hands covered the nose but leaving the eyes and the rest of the face showing. He then spread its hands in a way that only the eyes were showing. He then thrust its hand away from the face to a little bit off the side of the ears with the hands spread and the thumbs down, making a solar flare position. He shot his hand, then, above his head in an 'X' formation with the hands in a clawing position. He brought his hand out to the side with its arms fully extended. He brought his hands together so that the heels of the palms met and waited for his assailers to fire their blasts to release his.
"FIRE!!" The Field Hetris of the L-Ex roared. In unison, they all released their energy blasts at the decoy Martek, all connecting and exploding with the ground. they all smiled and wondered who was going to take home the trophy. When the dust settled, they found themselves panicing. Where the hell was he? they all thought.
"UP HERE ASSHOLES!!!" Martek yelled
They all turned to see that they had destroyed a fake Legend, and the real one was above them, about to destroy most of them.
"METO TETZOU!" Martek cried.
A gargantuan beam of pure, unadulterated energy, raced out of Martek hands, and burned like hellfire as the entire legion was engulfed in its inferno. Martek grew angry, he wanted them all to die!
"BURN MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" He cried, though he knew they couldn't hear him. He just wanted all of them to suffer. With a demonic war cry, he power himself up, intensifying the blast tenfold and he ascended to the sixth level. Most of the characteristic of the fifth were kept, though there was now a strip of gold hair going down his head, splitting the white hair, in addition, his muscles bulged out further, making his look more powerful. Then Martek decided it was enough. He ceased the blast and saw what he had done.
The entire region was no a plain of carnage, as a gaping hole came from the blast. There were two survivors. The Field Hetris, and his second hand Saiya-Jin. Both were badly wounded, and were expecting to die within minutes. Martek flew down to them, and healed them slightly, enought to report back to the Mercenti of what had happened.
"Go and tell them you failed." Martek demanded.
In fear, they both got up and left. Martek had just to sent a message to Mercenus tellingthem that he would not be fucked with, now or ever again.
"Martek." Morex called.
Martek got up and plodded over to Morex, who was looking towards the sun, "What."
"There's something you need to know about the SSJ4's Mercenus is sending after you."
"What."
"These guys, roughly two thousands of them, have been trained since birth to take you down. Now, I've been in Mercenus since I was a kid as well, but only had heard rumors of such legions existing. They call themselves, the L-Ex squandron."
"L-Ex? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Legend-Exterminate."
"Appropriately named I should say. When do you think our 'friends' will come then?"
"Within the hour no doubt. They've travelled through the night from their training grounds in the Turbulent Desert on the other side of the planet."
"The Turbulent Desert? I think I've heard of that. Don't they have constant sand storms there?"
"Yeah, I was there once, I helps toughen your skin, and when you've been there a couple years, your skin so rough, it'll take alot to break through."
"Nothing I can't handle. I'll draw them away from here, I don't want anyone here getting hurt."
"Martek, what should we do for food in this place? I've been meaning to ask you since last night, but now my stomach needs something. Hell, I'd even take the stuff Pugnaturus used to stuff down our throats." Just then his stomach roared with hunger and his plight was recognized by everyone there, not including Zemi who was still asleep.
Martek gave a small chuckle and said, "There are many animals here that are safe to eat, just avoid bright colored fish. If you're not into meat, there are many berry bushes around the area. Help yourself."
Martek flew into the air, waiting for his assasins to come. He could feel them, yes, they were very close now. Maybe within fifteen grueling minutes they would arrive. An uneasy feeling hit Martek. What if he couldn't defeat them all? After all, there were two thousand of them coming for his head. Mercenus must of really wanted him dead. But why? The ancient texts spoke of how he would save the Saiya-Jin people from annihilation. Must be the 'ruling with an iron fist' part they didn't like. In the Saiya-Jin's early years, there was five hundred years of tyranny, which was ended by the regicide of the last tyrant. The present king's ancestor was he who slew the last tyrant.
They were no more than five minutes away now. Martek could see the front line in the horizon. He could peer into the very eyes of them all, and every single one had the vision of Martek's head as a trophy, bringing it before the king, and gaining nobility. He fired an energy blast, just to let them know he was here, and to be honest, Martek had missed not fighting for twenty four hours. He missed the smell of blood, the clash of bone and sinew, the rush of adrenaline, and the feral rage. He took these final moments to loosen up before the holocaust while some of L-Ex fired energy blast back, all of which missed completely. Martek looked down to his friends waved to them, and flew off with incredible speeds, leaving the L-Ex squandron eating his dust. Moments after Martek flew away, the mob passed overhead. Their shadows covered the Troscan Valley and defiled its purity. Minutes passed before they all passed and everyone, besides Lexan, thought Martek was to die, wherever he decided to fight them.
"I think the Frozen Lands should prove a sufficient battle ground for my friends." Martek thought as he flew fast enough to keep the L-Ex squadron behind him, but slow enough not to discourage them. It was like Martek was teasing them, wanting them to come and slaughter him, but always staying out of their reach. This made them furious. Martek flew to the south, over the Vast Ocean and towards the Frozen Lands. The Frozen Lands were plains of tundra that stretched for hundreds of miles. The was almost no Saiya-Jin living there, just a nomadic tribe that believed in the gods of the lands. It took about an hour to final reach the lands flying at the speed he was. He went a few miles inland, then landed and waited. The L-Ex squadron flew overhead of him moments later, and formed a perimeter around him. they stayed ariborn and charged energy blasts.
Martek simply smiled. His decoy was working excellently, drawing there attention to the groung while he watched from about a quarter mile above them. He formed a triangle with its middle, index fingers and thumbs then, he took his middle and index fingers and swept them down either side of its sternum down to an upside-down hand fold with the palms facing each other. He brought its hands up to its face so that the hands covered the nose but leaving the eyes and the rest of the face showing. He then spread its hands in a way that only the eyes were showing. He then thrust its hand away from the face to a little bit off the side of the ears with the hands spread and the thumbs down, making a solar flare position. He shot his hand, then, above his head in an 'X' formation with the hands in a clawing position. He brought his hand out to the side with its arms fully extended. He brought his hands together so that the heels of the palms met and waited for his assailers to fire their blasts to release his.
"FIRE!!" The Field Hetris of the L-Ex roared. In unison, they all released their energy blasts at the decoy Martek, all connecting and exploding with the ground. they all smiled and wondered who was going to take home the trophy. When the dust settled, they found themselves panicing. Where the hell was he? they all thought.
"UP HERE ASSHOLES!!!" Martek yelled
They all turned to see that they had destroyed a fake Legend, and the real one was above them, about to destroy most of them.
"METO TETZOU!" Martek cried.
A gargantuan beam of pure, unadulterated energy, raced out of Martek hands, and burned like hellfire as the entire legion was engulfed in its inferno. Martek grew angry, he wanted them all to die!
"BURN MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" He cried, though he knew they couldn't hear him. He just wanted all of them to suffer. With a demonic war cry, he power himself up, intensifying the blast tenfold and he ascended to the sixth level. Most of the characteristic of the fifth were kept, though there was now a strip of gold hair going down his head, splitting the white hair, in addition, his muscles bulged out further, making his look more powerful. Then Martek decided it was enough. He ceased the blast and saw what he had done.
The entire region was no a plain of carnage, as a gaping hole came from the blast. There were two survivors. The Field Hetris, and his second hand Saiya-Jin. Both were badly wounded, and were expecting to die within minutes. Martek flew down to them, and healed them slightly, enought to report back to the Mercenti of what had happened.
"Go and tell them you failed." Martek demanded.
In fear, they both got up and left. Martek had just to sent a message to Mercenus tellingthem that he would not be fucked with, now or ever again.