Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prelude ❯ Demise of the Saiya-Jin ( Chapter 14 )
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By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 111 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 111 | Status: Completed
The Saiya-Jin gasped in horror as their Mercenti perished into ashes at the coming of the sun. They looked to Martek now with hatred as their mouths seethed with ignorance. Martek suddenly dissappeared from sight, only to reappear moments later. In one arm, the angelic Lexan clung to him, and in the other drooped a corpse dressed in black. He set Lexan down and held the corpse for the mob to see.
"He's killing us off one by one!" Someone yelled.
The fickle mob nodded in agreement. Martek scowled at their stupidity. He screamed over their mungering, making sure he was heard over all, "This is what your beloved Mercenti sent after me! This is an assassin! That bastard was trying to kill me, and this is what happens to all who oppose me!" He raged with anger. The cool hand of Lexan wrapped around his opposite arm, "Calm... my love." Was all she said.
Martek looked to her, than to the dead silent mob. He threw the carcass over the crowded camp and disintergrated it with a flare.
"Mobilize the forces! The enemy is on the move now! Hetris, come to me." He demanded.
Minutes later, the Hetris emerged from the sudden movement of the Saiya-Jin.
"Legend." He said with a bow.
"Hetris, you are now the Mercenti."
The Hetris was silent for a moment, letting it sink in that he had at his disposal over two million warriors to do his bidding. Then, he said, "Thank you, thank you so much, Legend."
"I'll be watching your every move. Don't be stupid like the last Mercenti, and make sure you army kills cleanly, I will have no repeats of the last battle, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Legend. I will make that very clear to my Saiya-Jin."
"One more thing. If you do not make a good first impression, they will not respect you, appear firm, and resolute in your actions, never falter. Do this, and they will be loyal to the end."
"Thank you, again, Legend."
The Paxian camp was in chaos. The fall of their enemy was music to their weary ears, but then to hear news of a greater enemy not of this world, was a horror. They had sent scout to the former stronghold. All they reported back were dismembered foe's and a completely razed fortress. From the opposite side, around twenty five miles away, they found two impacts in the ground, and shrapnel spread in a fifty foot radius, from that, only five blood spots soiled in the sand.
"Legonus!" A lower ranking officer called to the authority wielder, "There is massive movement in the north eastern sector. Numbers ranging in the millions sir!"
"Shit! Mobilize the fleet, call in the air support from the air fields and prep ballistic silos one through five."
"Sir?!"
"If we're goin' down, they're goin' down with us."
The officer stuttered, "Y..ye..yes, S... sir!"
"Hold posistion!" The Field Hetris commanded.
Roughly one million Saiya-Jin halted the progression from becoming the dominant species on the planet. The Field Hetris tapped his earpiece, "Unit 507, are you in position?"
From fifty miles away, across the jungle lands the stronghold was set in, stood a lone SSJ4 unit, standing just outside the radar range, awaiting the signal. He stood with tall, waving, jagged hair, with a blood red tone of body hair. His body was cleanly defined, but his face told of his years. From a small plateau, Morex observed their movements, and readied for the sign. Unknown to the time of day, the sun was just about to set, and on the eastern horizon, rose the nearly invisble moon.
Martek watched from a far. The legions were just inside the jungle, and the lone SSJ4 was waiting. He was very uneasy about something though. This anomaly tugged and nagged at him until he couldnt stand it anymore. He began to look around for anything unusual. The Paxians were mobilizing their fleets, the Saiya-Jins were waiting for the signal to fight, the sun was going down, there seemed to be airborne units flying in from the south and-, "Wait a minute!" Martek's head screamed, "The sun is going down." He said to himself.
'Yeah, so?' His head told him.
"I know this planet has moonlight, but how much?" He said aloud, talking to no one but himself. He began to look around, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a horrible sight, the moon was just over the eastern horizon, and the only thing he could say was, "Oh no..."
The sun was enveloped by the horizon, and the jungle became a fortress of shadows. No one noticed the moon slowly creeping up the eastern sky, eventually shedding its light for all to see. Martek could think of nothing else other than to look away from the treacherous light, but others did not. The legions set out against the Paxians absorbed all they could, all their bodies would allow. They started to grow bigger, and bigger with each passing moment, their bodies spasming and expanding as it reacted to the light. Suddenly, SSJ2's and 3's sprang up from the ground as golden Oozarus. In this form, the Oozaru body takes a golden color while the aura and the hair represent the level. When the Paxians saw this, they went beserk.
"Legonus! There are monsters out there!"
"What are you talking about fool?!"
"Follow me!" The desperate Paxian grabbed his arm and forced him outdoors to meet the glowing white eyes of the Oozaru legionares. Their eyes were really all the could see, but they shed light on they bodies, showing the faded yellow. The air fleet was close off in the distance, but they would not be anough now.
"Ginuris! Launch all silos!"
"Sir??!!"
"DO IT NOW!"
"Yes, Sir!"
The Ginuris ran back into the stronghold, flipped a cover to expose a red button, and closed his eyes while pressing it.
"Nuclear launch sequence, initiated... please assign silos..." The feminine computer responded.
"All silos!" The Ginuris yelled while crying.
"Silos, one through one hundred confirmed. select co-ordinates..."
The Ginuris punched the buttons necessary to set the missiles, only to have the computer scold him, "Damage or destruction to stronghold imminent..."
"Overide, command code, Forus, Daso, Verun, Tigim."
"Command code, accepted. Nuclear missiles, ETA fifteen minutes, twenty three seconds.
The Ginuris collasped his face into his hands and cried till it hurt, they would destroy the planet, all for what...?
The first Oozaru attacked, blasting a gaping hole into the fortress, thousands more followed, destroying anything they saw. Air combatants screeched in, dropping bombs on the beasts, only to see they merely annoyed them further, driving them into a deeper primal rage. Within seconds, they were shot down, causing flame to the forest, but far away, their destruction was incoming, and there was nothing they could do to stop it...
Martek knew something was especially wrong now. Using his amazingly keen ears, he heard in the distance, sounds that would resemble rockets, lots and lots of rockets. Martek flew towards the sounds, making his eyes elude the moonlight. He flew faster and before he knew it, one hundred missiles passed right above him, two nearly grazing him.
"HOLY SHIT! THEY'RE GOING TO BLOW THE PLANET UP!!!" Martek screamed to himself. He raed ahead of the missiles, in an attempt to warn his bretherb before it was too late.
The Oozarus revelled in the destruction the were reeking. Havoc spred like the wildfire in the jungle, setting flame to anything living. Martek suddenly arrived there, to see his people killing without even feeling. He roared above them, gaining the attention of all, "My bretheren! You are all in great danger!"
Immediately, the Oozarus paid him no heed. They were much to arrogant in this form to even consider getting hurt. Martek saw this and realized, he was on his own, or so he thought, Morex flew to his side, also avoiding the moonlight, remembering the drills he was taught as a child, "Martek, let me help you!"
"Yes, go find Lexan, she didn't leave the camp with the army. If you find her changed, the only way to change her back is to cut off the tail. If I know my Lexan, that will not be very easy." Martek said with a smirk.
"Yes, Legend."
Martek brought his aura back to life, powering himself to a maximum charged level nine, and awaited the projectiles. He could see them now, all one hundred. They screamed like a wild banshee in the night, telling of fury and wanton destruction. Martek glared at them, he would not let this attrocity kill his people.
The missiles were withing miles now, it was going to be mere moments before the inevitable happened, and the mighty Saiya-Jin race, was erased from the books of history, like the Paxians.
Martek formed a forcefield around him, getting ready to expand it to cover the entire area. Suddenly, Martek screamed with all him might, swelling the field outward, absorbing the Oozarus within its peaceful tranquility. And then, BOOM!!
The missiles collided withe the forcefield, shaking the sky and creating the most beautiful and yet the mist ugly mushroom cloud the universe has ever known. Martek faltered under the strain of the blast, but he held fast. He would not, nor could not fail. For the survival of his race, he would prevail.
The blast rained heavier on Martek, causing him to fall back a little. His face told of the pain his was feeling with the blast inches from his face. the explosion was tearing apart his field and they would all die. Suddenly, light overtook them all. They were covered in a blinding light that surrounded them and penetrated them, just like the tainted super nova, but would this one cause the passing of an immortal?
"He's killing us off one by one!" Someone yelled.
The fickle mob nodded in agreement. Martek scowled at their stupidity. He screamed over their mungering, making sure he was heard over all, "This is what your beloved Mercenti sent after me! This is an assassin! That bastard was trying to kill me, and this is what happens to all who oppose me!" He raged with anger. The cool hand of Lexan wrapped around his opposite arm, "Calm... my love." Was all she said.
Martek looked to her, than to the dead silent mob. He threw the carcass over the crowded camp and disintergrated it with a flare.
"Mobilize the forces! The enemy is on the move now! Hetris, come to me." He demanded.
Minutes later, the Hetris emerged from the sudden movement of the Saiya-Jin.
"Legend." He said with a bow.
"Hetris, you are now the Mercenti."
The Hetris was silent for a moment, letting it sink in that he had at his disposal over two million warriors to do his bidding. Then, he said, "Thank you, thank you so much, Legend."
"I'll be watching your every move. Don't be stupid like the last Mercenti, and make sure you army kills cleanly, I will have no repeats of the last battle, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Legend. I will make that very clear to my Saiya-Jin."
"One more thing. If you do not make a good first impression, they will not respect you, appear firm, and resolute in your actions, never falter. Do this, and they will be loyal to the end."
"Thank you, again, Legend."
The Paxian camp was in chaos. The fall of their enemy was music to their weary ears, but then to hear news of a greater enemy not of this world, was a horror. They had sent scout to the former stronghold. All they reported back were dismembered foe's and a completely razed fortress. From the opposite side, around twenty five miles away, they found two impacts in the ground, and shrapnel spread in a fifty foot radius, from that, only five blood spots soiled in the sand.
"Legonus!" A lower ranking officer called to the authority wielder, "There is massive movement in the north eastern sector. Numbers ranging in the millions sir!"
"Shit! Mobilize the fleet, call in the air support from the air fields and prep ballistic silos one through five."
"Sir?!"
"If we're goin' down, they're goin' down with us."
The officer stuttered, "Y..ye..yes, S... sir!"
"Hold posistion!" The Field Hetris commanded.
Roughly one million Saiya-Jin halted the progression from becoming the dominant species on the planet. The Field Hetris tapped his earpiece, "Unit 507, are you in position?"
From fifty miles away, across the jungle lands the stronghold was set in, stood a lone SSJ4 unit, standing just outside the radar range, awaiting the signal. He stood with tall, waving, jagged hair, with a blood red tone of body hair. His body was cleanly defined, but his face told of his years. From a small plateau, Morex observed their movements, and readied for the sign. Unknown to the time of day, the sun was just about to set, and on the eastern horizon, rose the nearly invisble moon.
Martek watched from a far. The legions were just inside the jungle, and the lone SSJ4 was waiting. He was very uneasy about something though. This anomaly tugged and nagged at him until he couldnt stand it anymore. He began to look around for anything unusual. The Paxians were mobilizing their fleets, the Saiya-Jins were waiting for the signal to fight, the sun was going down, there seemed to be airborne units flying in from the south and-, "Wait a minute!" Martek's head screamed, "The sun is going down." He said to himself.
'Yeah, so?' His head told him.
"I know this planet has moonlight, but how much?" He said aloud, talking to no one but himself. He began to look around, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a horrible sight, the moon was just over the eastern horizon, and the only thing he could say was, "Oh no..."
The sun was enveloped by the horizon, and the jungle became a fortress of shadows. No one noticed the moon slowly creeping up the eastern sky, eventually shedding its light for all to see. Martek could think of nothing else other than to look away from the treacherous light, but others did not. The legions set out against the Paxians absorbed all they could, all their bodies would allow. They started to grow bigger, and bigger with each passing moment, their bodies spasming and expanding as it reacted to the light. Suddenly, SSJ2's and 3's sprang up from the ground as golden Oozarus. In this form, the Oozaru body takes a golden color while the aura and the hair represent the level. When the Paxians saw this, they went beserk.
"Legonus! There are monsters out there!"
"What are you talking about fool?!"
"Follow me!" The desperate Paxian grabbed his arm and forced him outdoors to meet the glowing white eyes of the Oozaru legionares. Their eyes were really all the could see, but they shed light on they bodies, showing the faded yellow. The air fleet was close off in the distance, but they would not be anough now.
"Ginuris! Launch all silos!"
"Sir??!!"
"DO IT NOW!"
"Yes, Sir!"
The Ginuris ran back into the stronghold, flipped a cover to expose a red button, and closed his eyes while pressing it.
"Nuclear launch sequence, initiated... please assign silos..." The feminine computer responded.
"All silos!" The Ginuris yelled while crying.
"Silos, one through one hundred confirmed. select co-ordinates..."
The Ginuris punched the buttons necessary to set the missiles, only to have the computer scold him, "Damage or destruction to stronghold imminent..."
"Overide, command code, Forus, Daso, Verun, Tigim."
"Command code, accepted. Nuclear missiles, ETA fifteen minutes, twenty three seconds.
The Ginuris collasped his face into his hands and cried till it hurt, they would destroy the planet, all for what...?
The first Oozaru attacked, blasting a gaping hole into the fortress, thousands more followed, destroying anything they saw. Air combatants screeched in, dropping bombs on the beasts, only to see they merely annoyed them further, driving them into a deeper primal rage. Within seconds, they were shot down, causing flame to the forest, but far away, their destruction was incoming, and there was nothing they could do to stop it...
Martek knew something was especially wrong now. Using his amazingly keen ears, he heard in the distance, sounds that would resemble rockets, lots and lots of rockets. Martek flew towards the sounds, making his eyes elude the moonlight. He flew faster and before he knew it, one hundred missiles passed right above him, two nearly grazing him.
"HOLY SHIT! THEY'RE GOING TO BLOW THE PLANET UP!!!" Martek screamed to himself. He raed ahead of the missiles, in an attempt to warn his bretherb before it was too late.
The Oozarus revelled in the destruction the were reeking. Havoc spred like the wildfire in the jungle, setting flame to anything living. Martek suddenly arrived there, to see his people killing without even feeling. He roared above them, gaining the attention of all, "My bretheren! You are all in great danger!"
Immediately, the Oozarus paid him no heed. They were much to arrogant in this form to even consider getting hurt. Martek saw this and realized, he was on his own, or so he thought, Morex flew to his side, also avoiding the moonlight, remembering the drills he was taught as a child, "Martek, let me help you!"
"Yes, go find Lexan, she didn't leave the camp with the army. If you find her changed, the only way to change her back is to cut off the tail. If I know my Lexan, that will not be very easy." Martek said with a smirk.
"Yes, Legend."
Martek brought his aura back to life, powering himself to a maximum charged level nine, and awaited the projectiles. He could see them now, all one hundred. They screamed like a wild banshee in the night, telling of fury and wanton destruction. Martek glared at them, he would not let this attrocity kill his people.
The missiles were withing miles now, it was going to be mere moments before the inevitable happened, and the mighty Saiya-Jin race, was erased from the books of history, like the Paxians.
Martek formed a forcefield around him, getting ready to expand it to cover the entire area. Suddenly, Martek screamed with all him might, swelling the field outward, absorbing the Oozarus within its peaceful tranquility. And then, BOOM!!
The missiles collided withe the forcefield, shaking the sky and creating the most beautiful and yet the mist ugly mushroom cloud the universe has ever known. Martek faltered under the strain of the blast, but he held fast. He would not, nor could not fail. For the survival of his race, he would prevail.
The blast rained heavier on Martek, causing him to fall back a little. His face told of the pain his was feeling with the blast inches from his face. the explosion was tearing apart his field and they would all die. Suddenly, light overtook them all. They were covered in a blinding light that surrounded them and penetrated them, just like the tainted super nova, but would this one cause the passing of an immortal?